"BUST MY CHERRY!" Donna Dickson screamed at the top of her lungs.
She was sixteen, blonde, beautiful, and a virgin. She had run away from home because she had been caught sucking off her English teacher, and had been gathered under the wing of a cruel headmistress at an Upstate New York whorehouse.
It was her first night on the job and she was having her hymen torn by a man with a ten inch prick.
His name was Sam Hastings and he had lived his whole life without ever taking a virgin's cherry. He wanted to be gentle with the tiny teenager, but his animal instincts got the best of him.
Donna could feel her erect clit throbbing in anticipation.
Her cunt needed to be penetrated deeply. She yearned for her first fuck.
Sam drove down with his hips and Donna felt an incredible pain in her pussy.
She felt blood mixing with her natural lubrication.
Her virginity was gone forever. A single tear rested on her cheek.
"FUCK ME DEEPER!" she screamed as the pain disappeared. She felt herself being touched where she had never been touched before.
The pain disappeared and was replaced by the pleasure of newborn womanhood.
Donna could tell she was going to like her new job very much.
CHAPTER ONE
Donna Dickson looked up from her desk in the front row and stared at her tall, handsome English teacher.
She had an expression of deep adoration in her big, baby blue eyes.
Donna suspected it was only puppy love she felt for Mr. Symms, but there was a feeling in her lower abdomen that suggested it might be the real thing.
Of course, Donna didn't know what real love felt like, so she could only speculate on the matter.
Donna Dickson was only sixteen years old, and she would be the first to tell you that she didn't understand the process of turning from a little girl into a full-fledged woman.
Her teacher, MacIntyre Symms, pointed at the word "Blake" written in yellow chalk on the green blackboard.
He used the middle finger on his right hand whenever he gestured toward the board, and Donna was always convinced that he was subliminally telling her of the lust he felt in his heart.
The little blonde beauty knew that it was wrong to go for a man so much older.
MacIntyre was a little over thirty, at least that was what she figured.
His hair was sandy brown, and there was a touch of gray at his temples, that Donna thought made him look very distinguished.
He was tall, over six foot three, and his shoulders were broad and heavily muscled.
His chest was wide also, and Donna thought he looked fantastic in his dark blue three-piece suit.
Despite the broadness of his upper body, MacIntyre's waist and hips were very slim, yet powerful.
Donna sometimes thought that the handsome English teacher looked like a triangle point down.
And she thought that that looked very sexy indeed.
MacIntyre Symms' face looked like it had been carved out of granite.
Donna was sure that the mold that had made him had been created by an artist trying to capture the beauty of the Greek Gods.
She was sure that he was the most perfect looking man in the world.
On the other hand, Donna was no slouch when it came to looks either.
She was, what the boys at Ocasta High in San Diego preferred to call a looker.
She was a tiny thing, standing only a fraction of an inch taller than five feet.
Her body was small-boned, and even when she was soaking wet, she weighed no more than ninety-five pounds.
She had hair that was as golden as the summer sun, and her hair reflected the sun's rays much as real gold would have.
Her skin was tanned and freckled, and she had the cute little face of an angel.
Her nose was a tiny button, and turned up a little at the end.
She usually kept her hair, which could hang down past her shoulders in high pig-tails, or a single pony tail.
Donna's breasts were smallish and rested high on her chest.
But they were very firm and didn't sag the least little bit.
Donna knew that her tits were growing rapidly, and soon she would have boobs just as big as her mother's.
And people said that Donna's mother had the biggest pair of knockers north of the Mexican border.
Donna could tell that it would take more than the force of gravity to make her tits sag.
She had never worn a bra in her entire life, and she saw no reason to.
For Donna, wearing a bra seemed a lot like putting her tits in a tight, uncomfortable prison.
She knew that it would be a lot of years before she would have to worry about lifting and separating her boobs.
Her waist was very tiny, yet her hips were round and supple.
Donna had a way of swinging her hips gracefully from side to side whenever she walked someplace.
There were a lot of boys in her neighborhood that would go out of their way or cross the street in order to get the privilege of walking behind the sweet young blonde beauty.
She was generally considered to be the cutest girl in the whole high school.
Donna's ass looked especially good when she crammed it into a pair of tight designer jeans.
Donna liked to wear her jeans so tight that they looked like they had been applied with a can of dark blue spray paint.
Her fingers were long and thin and she kept her fingernails long and perfectly manicured, so that they were all the same length.
She painted her nails a deep red color, which she thought went very well with her bronze California complexion.
Donna's toes were short and chubby and also very close to the same length.
She kept her toenails painted the same color as her fingernails.
She had slim ankles that looked great when she was wearing open-toed spike high heels.
And that was precisely what she was wearing on that fateful day in English class.
Donna's nipples had a nasty habit of becoming firm and erect whenever she became sexually aroused.
The thin elastic, pink halter top she was wearing at that time did nothing to hide the aroused state of little Donna's nipples.
And she couldn't help but feel horny whenever she watched MacIntyre Symms teaching her class. "
Sometimes she felt as if the rest of the class wasn't there at all.
It was just her and him in the classroom and he was teaching her exclusively.
She couldn't help but slip off into beautiful daydreams whenever she was trying to learn about the pre-romantic poetry of William Blake.
They were learning about the "Songs of Innocence" and "The Songs of Experience" on that particular day.
It was the last period on a Friday, which was MacIntyre Symms absolutely least favorite time to teach.
Everyone was so concerned with what they were going to do for their weekend, that no one could concentrate on their studies.
Donna did learn one thing from the days poetry lesson.
She learned that once one loses one's innocence, one can never reattain it.
It is gone forever, and there is no turning back once one has made that courageous step into the world of reality and responsibility.
Donna knew that her life still fell into the innocent category, and she was getting bloody sick of it.
Even though she was very attractive to boys, and she spent a lot of time thinking about boys, she was still a virgin.
Donna Dickson was sweet sixteen and had never been fucked.
Donna felt that there was something precious about her cherry.
She did not want to lose it to some creep with beer on his breath in the back seat of his car like so many of her girlfriends had.
A lot of guys had tried to get into her jeans, but she had become a wrist-grabber and had denied them all the pleasure.
But if MacIntyre Symms wanted to fuck her, well, that would have been a horse of a different color.
Donna thought that having a scathing affair with her English teacher was just the kind of bold step she would like to take into experience.
Donna had hints here and there that her teacher was also attracted to her.
She figured the whole thing would have come to a head if Mr. Symms had not been a married man.
Not that the fact that he was married made her feel guilty for desiring him.
As a matter-of-fact, his marriedness made the whole thing seem naughtier to the pretty little blonde.
She was just afraid that he was worried about his wife catching him having an affair.
Donna was no dummy and she knew that the institute of marriage was not as sacred as it had been once upon a time.
Donna slipped off into a beautiful dream and began to look out the window.
It was late spring, almost the end of the term that year.
The day was beautiful, without a cloud in the entire sky.
The sky was a deep blue color, and the sun made everything look golden.
The palm tree outside the window betrayed the fact that there wasn't a lick of breeze to be found.
MacIntyre spotted the little girl taking a break from listening to him.
He decided to use this chance as an opportunity to get Donna alone with him after class.
"And what are the symbolic meanings of The Lamb and The Tyger? Donna?" he said with his cool deep voice.
He placed his chalky fingers on his hips and riveted his deep brown eyes on Donna Dickson.
Donna looked at the crotch of his suit pants and she could see by the bulge there that the handsome English teacher's cock was the stuff that dreams are made of.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Symms," Donna stammered.
"I guess I wasn't paying attention. I couldn't help but notice that it was a beautiful day outside."
There was some tittering among the boys in the classroom.
Donna could feel herself turning as red as a beet with embarrassment.
She tried to pay attention in class, but sometimes it was really tough.
Especially when the speaker was so much more interesting than the subject matter of the lesson.
"Well, then I'm afraid you will have to stay after class for one hour. Because you have been thinking about your weekend instead of my lecture, I will make you wait a little longer before it begins," Mr. Symms said sternly.
But somehow Donna didn't feel bad about this seeming punishment.
There was a twinkle in the handsome teacher's eye that told the little girl she was not going to be punished at all.
There was something about the way he looked at her that made her feel all squirmy and good inside.
She could tell that her loins were becoming filled with desire for the man with the bulge in his crotch.
The class went, "Oooooooh." MacIntyre Symms did not dish out punishment frequently, especially on Fridays.
Donna could feel an ache of passion start in her lower abdomen.
She could feel her nipples becoming even more erect than they were before.
She could feel her cunt getting moist and sticky as her own natural lubrication began to flow.
She could tell that she was making a wet mark in the front of her white cotton panties.
Those panties began to crawl up between her outer cunt lips when they got wet like that.
Candy usually had to go somewhere private and diddle her erect clit until she gave herself an orgasm when she became sexually aroused that severely.
She was hoping, praying, that she would not need to touch herself in this particular instance.
She could feel the blood rushing to the wet delta between her smooth, supple thighs.
She could tell that the inner folds of her virgin pussy were becoming fully engorged with blood.
She knew that her cunt became the most sensitive thing she could imagine when she got that horny.
She could feel her clit begin to get erect and vibrate.
It poked its little head up at the very top of her unused slit.
Her love button emerged from its flesh sheath like a pink marble, covered with baby oil.
When the class was finally over, after what seemed like an eternity, the rest of the teenagers filed out noisily.
Donna stayed put in her front row seat with her eyes riveted on the tall man in the blue three-piece suit.
She thought she saw the bulge in his crotch get a little harder.
For a moment she thought it was just her imagination.
But then she could see he really was getting a hard-on.
At that point she was sure that the man desired her as much as she desired him.
She only hoped that he would have the courage to do something about the passion that was haunting them both.
"Donna," MacIntyre Symms said folding his hands as he sat behind his desk. "Tell me what you know about innocence and experience."
They were alone in the room and Donna could feel her heart beating wildly with the excitement of anticipation.
She could tell that it was becoming increasingly harder for her to take air deep into her lungs.
She was well on her way to panting like a wild beast from the jungle in the throes of heat.
"I know that I am still innocent, and I want to be experienced very badly," Donna said slowly.
She enunciated carefully, and the teacher could tell that she was taking a little time to choose her words properly.
"You realize the responsibilities that such a move would entail?" Symms asked, and Donna could see his dark brown eyes becoming fiery with desire.
He scanned her body slowly with those eyes, and the little girl could tell that he liked what he saw.
She knew that to have an affair with a married man was a very risky thing to do, but the risk made it that much more desirable.
If they got caught his marriage and his career would be ruined.
Donna would be scandalized for life and San Diego would rapidly become inhabitable for both of them.
"Yes, I know the responsibilities," Donna said sweetly.
Her lips were full and pouting. She looked like she needed to be kissed very badly.
She opened those lips into a sweet grin and flashed two rows of perfect white teeth.
"In that case I would like you to go lock the door and pull all of the blinds. It is Friday afternoon so no one will be sticking around. There will only be a couple of janitors in the building and they will be busy getting drunk down in the boiler room. We are completely alone," MacIntyre Symms said.
His voice hissed like a snake, and when Donna heard him speak that way to her, her cunt throbbed violently.
She could feel a fresh flow of cunt juices spilling onto her white panties.
She quickly stood up and went to the door, which she locked with a single flick of her wrist.
She wiggled her butt a little extra as she walked because she knew the man was looking at her.
They were about to transcend their relationship as teacher and student.
She could tell by the tone of his voice that they were soon to be lovers.
And nothing could be soon enough for little Donna Dickson.
She was as horny as she had ever been in her entire life.
Every nerve in her body was screaming, yearning for her to enjoy her first deep man fuck.
She pulled the blinds so the room became very dark, almost intimate.
She turned to the teacher and awaited further instructions.
MacIntyre Symms stood up and walked slowly to the front of his desk.
Donna could see with a glance that he already had a full erection.
Her pussy quivered with the intense anticipation of the moment.
"Now come here and let me hold you in my arms," the teacher said, a catch in his voice betraying his tremendous passion.
Donna moved as if in a dream. Everything was happening in slow motion.
It was as if someone had spread vaseline across the lens of her mind's eye to give her vision a soft surrealistic focus.
She moved so close to him that she could feel his breath on her forehead.
She could feel the heat of passion coming from his tight large body.
He wrapped her big hands around the little girl's waist and squeezed.
His hands were so big he could almost reach all the way around her waist with them alone.
He pulled her tightly against him so that her pert young breasts were pressed flat against the vest of his suit.
He crooked a forefinger and placed it lightly under the little girl's chin.
As he tilted her face upward, Donna rose to the toes of her high heels.
MacIntyre lowered his head and their lips came together for a magic first kiss.
Those lips soon parted and they touched the tips of their tongues together, sending tiny ripples of pleasure soaring up and down their spines.
Donna could feel the tiny blonde hairs on the nape of her neck stand on end as their tongues began to roll together.
She could feel her whole torso becoming covered with goose bumps.
The kiss lasted for a long time, reminding them both of a sexy internal swordfight.
They kissed until both of their lips were covered and slippery from their combined and mixed saliva.
They each moaned deliciously, a rumble from the back of their throats.
Finally the kiss ended and they pulled their lips apart.
They looked deep into each other's eyes without speaking.
Donna could tell she was finally graduating into experience.
She could tell that she was about to have an experience that" she would never forget for the rest of her life.
"I want to make love to you," the teacher said in a voice that was barely audible.
It was not a whisper but his lips were very close to the little girl's shell-like ear.
"Oh God, Mr. Symms, I want to make love with you too. I am a virgin. At first it was a bit of an annoyance, but it has gotten to the point where it is really a pain in the butt. I want you to fuck me right here and now. Right here in this classroom, in this school. I want you to fuck me deep and hard, and I want you to come inside me," Donna said, her eyes wide with a curiosity to learn the wonders of the unknown.
Donna had often wondered about her body's own capability to give her the pleasure that a woman needs.
She knew that the mysteries of her body's sexuality were about to be revealed to her, and her breathing was short and rapid.
"In that case, Donna, I think we are wearing entirely too many clothes. Let us slowly get naked and then spend some time getting to know each other's bodies," the teacher said, his own breathing becoming labored from the intense passion he was feeling in his swollen groin.
Donna hooked her long fingernails under the bottom of her pink elastic halter top.
She began to pull upward and MacIntyre's eyes went wide as her two perfectly shaped teenage tits popped out.
The nipples were as erect as they could be and pointed a little upward when they were in their aroused state.
She pulled the halter top over her head and dropped it silently to the floor.
She then kicked off her high heels and moved her fingers to the tops of her designer jeans.
She unsnapped the single snap and slowly pulled the fly all the way to the bottom.
MacIntyre quickly removed his jacket, his vest, his tie and his shirt very quickly and dropped them into a small pile in front of his desk.
Donna could see that his chest was covered with a thick rug of brown fur.
She could see his tiny nipples peeking out through the hair.
Donna hooked her fingers under the waist of her jeans and the elastic at the top of her panties at the same time.
Her jeans were so tight she had to wiggle and gyrate her hips to get them down.
MacIntyre could feel his cock throbbing, entrapped inside his pants.
He kicked off his loafers and his fingers worked rapidly toward his belt.
As he pulled his pants downward Donna saw his cock pop out like it was on strong springs. It bobbed up and down for a moment and then came to rest at attention, sticking out straight from his slim but powerful hips.
Donna puckered her lips and drew in cool air in through them.
She had never seen an erect penis before, and she realized immediately that she had grossly underestimated how big one would be.
MacIntyre's cock was nine inches long and at least three inches in diameter.
It was fully engorged with blood and as hard as a rock.
The head of his cock was the most awesome part. It looked more like a doorknob than the glans to a man's penis.
It was a deep purple color and it was throbbing visibly.
The skin over that head was stretched tighter than a drum skin.
Donna thought that if any more blood pumped into that cock it would surely explode all over the place.
She could see the little hole at the tip opening and closing in spasms.
There was a thick patch of brown pubic hair growing above that massive stalk.
The stem of the teacher's cock was lined with angry looking veins.
His balls were large also and hung below, encased in their wrinkled sack.
Donna saw that his sack looked filled to the brim with hot sticky come.
She could see tiny hairs growing out of that scrotum.
Donna thought his balls looked like they were the size of tangerines.
She pointed her chubby toes as she stepped, out of her jeans and her panties.
MacIntyre got his first glimpse of the inverted triangle of yellow hair that grew above her unused vagina.
It was tiny little patch of pubies, and made Donna look even younger than she actually was. Even her pig-tails enforced her youthful, innocent image.
But she was about to switch from being a little girl to being a woman, and it was MacIntyre's cock that was going to do it to her.
The second the little blonde virgin saw that cock she knew she would have to taste it on her lips and her tongue.
She reached out with long tentative fingers and grabbed her teacher by the cock.
She gave it a little squeeze to see if it felt as hard as it looked.
It really was rock hard and her pussy throbbed at that moment.
"Would you mind if I sucked your cock?"
Donna asked sweetly.
"Not at all, Donna. In fact I would relish it," the teacher said.
Donna dropped to her knees in front of the handsome man so his cock was mouth high.
She looked at the humongous glans and she couldn't help but wonder how a huge pole like that was ever going to fit inside little old her.
She could smell the musky scent of his manhood coming from his cock and balls.
The rich odor intoxicated the little girl and made her drunk with lust.
CHAPTER TWO
Donna Dickson lowered her head even further so she could look at the dangling wrinkled sack that held MacIntyre Symms' balls.
She placed four fingertips gently under that sack and lifted his balls up a little into the air.
She had no idea how to go about giving a man the kind of pleasure he needed.
She figured if she played with his genitals the same way she would want him to play with hers she would be okay.
She had always considered herself a sensitive person and she figured her own sensuality would emerge naturally.
She bobbed his balls up and down slowly as if she were trying to determine how much they weighed.
She moved her face forward and kissed at the muscles on the insides of his thighs with full wet lips.
Her lips looked swollen as they worked outward and she loved the way his hot skin felt against them.
She allowed her tongue to flick in and out of her mouth as she moved upward on his thigh.
She realized that his powerful thighs were bigger around than her tiny waist.
She stuck out her tongue as far as it would go and touched the very tip of it to her handsome teacher's balls.
She got one of the short and curly hairs that grew out of that sack between her thumb and forefinger nails.
She gave it a tender tug as she moved the tip of her tongue erotically around in a small circle.
MacIntyre let out a deep sigh and moved so that his slim hips were out in front of the rest of his body.
He arched his back tightly and looked up at the ceiling of the classroom.
He placed his huge hands on top of the little girl's blonde head.
He grabbed one of her pig-tails with each of his hands and pulled them out to the side.
His face was red with the intense passion he was feeling.
His balls ached horribly and he loved the gentle, hesitant touch of the inexperienced little nymphette.
"Oh God, Donna," MacIntyre said through his clenched teeth. "That feels so fucking good I can hardly stand it."
Donna licked at the base of his balls with the flat part of her tongue.
She licked with long strokes, and loved the way his scrotum tasted.
She then lowered her head a little further so she could lick the hyper-sensitive patch of skin between the base of MacIntyre's balls and his ass-hole.
His whole body shuddered for a moment with divine pleasure.
Donna could feel the muscles in his legs becoming very tense.
She could hear his heart pounding as if it were trying to get out of his broad hairy chest.
She could hear his breathing coming in short, tortured stabs.
His skin became covered with a thin layer of sweet perspiration. Donna reached behind MacIntyre's hips for a moment.
She gently rubbed both of his buttocks with the palms of her hands.
She then gripped into his ass cheeks with her fingertips.
She massaged and fondled the firm flesh for a long time.
Then she used her long fingernails to lightly scratch at his ass cheeks and at the small of his back.
She then grabbed both of his buttocks as firmly as she could.
She rubbed his ass cheeks together for a moment.
Then she pulled them apart as far as she could get them.
She pulled them so far apart the skin in the crack was stretched tight.
She managed to get the middle finger on her right hand between those cheeks.
She could feel that it was hot and moist in the crack.
She ran her fingertip slowly up and down the crack of his ass.
She did this until she found his ass-hole with the tip of her finger.
His anus was covered with hair, but she dug deep until she touched the sensitive flesh.
She knew that she liked to play with her own ass-hole when she masturbated, and she was hoping that MacIntyre would like it just as much.
He made a gurgling noise in the back of his throat so the pretty little blonde could tell that she was right.
She gained confidence as she touched and licked him.
Each time he moaned with pleasure she knew she was doing the right thing.
She ran the tip of her finger all around the tight circle of muscle that surrounded his puckered ass-hole.
"Oh yeah, baby," MacIntyre said with a deep sigh of desire.
Donna continued to lick between his ass-hole and his balls.
She returned her mouth to the scrotum itself and showered it with tiny wet kisses, which she applied with her mouth closed.
"SUCK ON MY BALLS!" MacIntyre cried out. They were both so caught up in their passion that they had forgotten they were in a public place.
They were so sure that they had complete privacy that they did nothing to stifle their sounds of lust.
Donna opened her mouth as far as she could and searched around in his full sack for his left nut.
She made her mouth soft like cotton, because she knew how easily she could hurt him when dealing directly with his glands.
And pain was the one thing she did not want to cause him.
She found his testicle and drew it between her lips.
MacIntyre leaned his ass backward against the side of the desk and began to gyrate his hips slowly.
He tugged a little at her pig-tails and moaned each time he let air out of his lungs.
Donna pulled her finger away from his ass-hole and moved both hands to his genitals.
She placed the fingers on her tight hand under the shaft of MacIntyre's raging erection gently.
She lifted the tip of his cock slowly upward until she was pinning his entire cock against his flat hard belly.
The head of his cock was touching several inches above his dimpled belly button at that moment.
Donna sucked slowly on his testicle, finally let it loose, and repeated the process with the other nut.
This done she decided to concentrate her sexual attention solely on the tube of manhood beneath her fingertips.
She could feel his cock pulsating and hot, as she pinned it hard against his stomach muscles.
She stuck her tongue out once again as far as it would go.
She placed the very tip at the base of his throbbing manhood.
She looked at the angry blue veins that protruded from that shaft.
She decided to use those veins sort of as a road map to determine her tongue's route to the tip.
With a single finger she kept his huge prick pointing straight upward.
MacIntyre leaned back a little further and moved his feet further apart on the wooden floor.
He let go of her golden pig-tails and moved his fingers to the hairs on the nape of her neck.
"Lick my cock," he said in a passion filled voice.
Donna worked the tip of her tongue upward on the underside of his ramrod.
He jerked as she passed the fleshy part just below the head where the glans splits. Her tongue continued upward.
She found the thin skin that covered the head of his cock to be amazingly smooth and tight on the tip of her tongue.
When she got to the top she pried and played at the little hole where his hot come would emerge.
Donna quickly determined which parts of her handsome teacher's pole were the most sensitive to the touch.
She flicked her tongue lightly and quickly across the spot just below his humongous purple head.
She could feel his strong fingertips digging into the back of her neck as the tension in his balls and his cock grew.
She had to admit to herself that she was proud of being able to give the man such pleasure.
She moved upward with her head once again so she could flick her tongue in the same manner over his bulbous glans.
She then allowed his cock to lower so the tip was pointing at her hungry, willing lips and tongue.
She used the flat part of her tongue to lick the entire length of his throbbing cock passionately.
She licked at his pulsating pole as if it were an all day sucker.
She loved the sweaty, sweet taste of her teacher's genitals.
She wanted to lick his cock clean with her ever-working tongue.
"SUCK IT!" MacIntyre Symms shouted out so loud it could be heard throughout half of the high school.
They were so filled with passion that they had completely lost control.
They were in a world all their own, sharing that passion.
They were in their own little bubble and no one could see in and they couldn't see out.
Donna looked at the head of MacIntyre's cock winking at her.
She wondered if she would be able to get that thing inside her lips.
She knew that it would be a tight fit, even if she succeeded.
Donna could feel cunt juices flowing wildly inside her pussy.
Her natural lubrication was spilling down onto the insides of her smooth tanned thighs.
It was also getting into the crack of her ass making her slippery between her round firm buttocks.
Donna opened her mouth as far as she could and took a deep breath, filling her lungs with air as best she could.
She had no idea how well she was going to be able to breath while sucking on his huge broiling member.
She moved her head forward and found that her handsome teacher's glans did fit between her straining lips.
The corners of her mouth were pinned back by the width of his prick.
She rolled her tongue sensuously over the head of his cock for a long time.
She was careful to keep her full lips curled over her teeth so she would not scratch him or hurt him in any way.
She began to suck on the head of his cock, using long even draws.
MacIntyre's face became as red as a beet from the exertion he was feeling.
No matter how hard he tried he could not relax the muscles in his legs.
His eyes shut as hard as he could shut them and his mouth fell gaping open.
There was a vein in his temple which protruded and began to throb visibly in time with his pounding heartbeat.
Donna was starting to realize the power she held simply because she was a beautiful, talented female.
She had quickly taken the confident, competent, MacIntyre Symms, and had reduced him to near helplessness.
Donna knew that she could go far in the world if she learned how to tap the power of her own sexuality.
But she could also tell that her handsome
English teacher was not about to be satisfied by her sucking simply on the head of his cock.
She could tell that he would not be satisfied until he had gotten his entire shaft inside her throat.
Donna found right away that it was easier to breathe exclusively through her nose than she thought it would be.
The thought of plunging down on his cock, violating herself with that rigid pole, scared her a little.
She was afraid it would hurt and she did not want to gag in front of him.
But she did want to be the best possible lover for him.
She wanted to give him all of the pleasure he desired.
She wanted her first sexual experience to be a moment she would want to cherish for the rest of her life.
And that meant she had to give a lot of pleasure as well as receive it.
Donna concentrated on relaxing all of the muscles in her throat as much as she possibly could.
It wasn't easy considering the tremendous sexual tension she felt at that moment throughout her tiny torso.
She began to work forward with her head, her lips caressing the shaft of his cock as she moved.
She could feel the head of his cock pass the back of her mouth and enter her throat slowly.
She could feel a little discomfort but it wasn't nearly as bad as she had thought it would be.
She found that she could do it. She worked her lips downward on his prick until they were wrapped around the very base.
Her nose was buried in the thick patch of curly brown pubic hair that grew above his throbbing erection.
"Oh God!" MacIntyre cried out. "I want to fuck your mouth! I want to fuck your throat! I want to fuck your throat deeply!" He held the girl's head still with his hands on the back of her neck.
He pulled his cock out of her throat so that only his pulsating glans was still inside her lips.
He then slowly pushed his cock back inside, and Donna was amazed to find that this time she felt no discomfort whatsoever.
Her throat had quickly adjusted to the violent violation and she could even tense her throat muscles to squeeze down on his cock and give him little extra pleasure as he moved in and out.
MacIntyre could feel the come swirling around in the large wrinkled sack that held his balls.
He could feel that semen settling at the base of his long prick, preparing for the inevitable volcanic eruption.
He worked his cock in and out of the little girl's throat with a slow steady fucking motion.
Donna thrust her head forward a little and moved the rest of her body back so her neck would be straight and easier to fuck.
It was then that little Donna first realized that her English teacher fully intended on coming in her mouth.
This hadn't occurred to her before, and she was thrilled at the idea.
Her virgin cunt gave a little spasm at the very thought.
She had no idea what a man's semen would taste like, but she was dying to find out, and the sooner the better.
"Your throat is so tight. So nice. Hot and wet. Let me fuck your throat. I want to fuck your throat deep and hard," MacIntyre Symms said with his eyes closed.
His voice was tight from passion and he spat out his words like so many watermelon seeds.
He steadily increased the pace of his hot face fuck.
Donna could feel her jaw open a little further and her throat relax a little more.
MacIntyre soon found the going easier, slipping smoothly in and out of the little girl's mouth.
They quickly got to the point where he was fucking her face as hard and fast as he could.
And he was using the entire length of his nine inch prick with each savage thrust of his hips.
Donna could tell by the way he was groaning, and by how tight his muscles were, that it would not be very long before his long thick tube of cock meat was going to serve her up a hot meal.
Finally, MacIntyre thrust his cock all the way into her throat and kept it there tight.
MacIntyre arched his back as tightly as he could.
He flung his head back and began to scream aloud.
He bent at the knees a little so his hips were far in front of the rest of his large muscled torso.
Donna could feel his cock spasming in her throat.
She could feel him begin to pulsate down there out of control.
She was dying to know what his hump cream tasted like.
She wanted to know how hot it was, and what the texture was like.
She really had very little idea of what to expect.
But she felt absolutely no fear of the unknown at that point.
MacIntyre let out a howl that made him sound like a werewolf paying homage to the full moon.
Donna realized that she wasn't going to taste anything if he shot his wad deep into her tender throat.
The come would have to land on her tongue if she expected to savor its flavor the way she wanted to.
With all of her strength she broke the grip of his hands on the back of her neck.
As she strained to get the head of his cock shallower in her mouth, MacIntyre seemed to understand what the little girl wanted.
He released his grip on her head entirely and moved his hands to the edge of his large teacher's desk.
He gripped that desk so hard that all of his knuckles turned white from the intense strain.
Then the first shot of sticky semen spat violently out of the hole in the tip of MacIntyre's glans.
Even though Donna had been expecting it, she was still caught somewhat by surprise by the quantity of come.
She failed to swallow that first shot down, and it spilled out of her mouth over her pouting lower lip. "
Some of that come dripped down onto her chin slowly.
But the second shot of come was not as plentiful and she was able to swallow it down completely.
Donna realized right away that she liked the flavor and the texture of the man's semen very much.
She had spent a lot of her life at the beach so she knew the sounds and odors of the sea very well.
MacIntyre's come reminded little Donna of the way the beach smelled when the tide was all the way out.
There was a saltiness and a bitterness to the taste that she thought went very well together.
The texture reminded her of raw egg whites, a thought which would have gagged her in any other context.
But in this case she loved the texture because it was hot and thick and felt good as it dripped down her ravaged throat.
She could feel her throat being bathed and coated by the rich stickiness of MacIntyre's ejaculating sperm. She had matters under complete control and she drank down the rest of MacIntyre's come as if it were a fine imported wine.
MacIntyre could feel the pleasure of his orgasm starting at his cock and balls and spreading slowly throughout his body.
He could feel the pleasure of his climax all the way up to his scalp, which tingled like crazy.
His hands became clenched into fists, and his toes, like Donna's, curled under tightly at the moment of ecstasy.
Wave after wave of pleasure rippled up and down his spine, and it was very hard for the man not to continue his savage fucking motion.
Donna was determined to suck on his cock until his orgasm was completely over and done with.
She could tell when that was by the way the handsome English teacher let a huge burst of air out of his lungs at the same time.
All of the muscles in his body relaxed and he slumped backward against the side of his desk.
Donna pulled his semi-flaccid cock out of her mouth and looked at it.
She saw a single bead of post-come form at the tip.
She licked it off with a single swipe of her tongue.
There was still some come alongside his cock too, so she licked him clean.
It was then that she remembered the come that had spilled over her lower lip onto her chin.
She made a broad sweep of her tongue and licked her own face clean so that that semen could join the rest in her belly.
Donna stood up and they immediately embraced wildly.
He hugged her so tightly she thought he was going to break her spine.
They kissed passionately and MacIntyre could taste what was left of his own come on her tongue.
"Did you like that?" Donna asked sweetly, flashing her pearly white teeth.
"That's the silliest question you will ever ask," MacIntyre said working his hands down to her buttocks.
Donna could feel the ache deep inside her cunt getting worse than it had ever been before.
She was hyper-excited because she thought that her virginity only had a few moments left to live.
She couldn't wait for the pole that had just penetrated her throat to do the same thing to her throbbing pussy.
But it was not to be. Because just at that moment the two of them heard a noise that sent cold chills running up and down their spines.
It was the sound of giggling and it was coming from behind the locked door that led out into the hallway.
"Who's there?" MacIntyre called out in his teacher voice.
The giggling got louder and then they both heard the sounds of sneakers running swiftly away.
Their worst nightmares had just become a terrible reality.
They had been caught fooling around in the classroom, and there was no way for them to get out of it.
Their bodies immediately became covered with cold sweat.
But it was the sweat of anxiety rather than the sweat of exertion.
It had the bitter almond odor of the devil himself.
MacIntyre Symms' career was ruined, at least in San Diego.
Donna knew that the word would be all over the school by the following Monday.
She knew she would never be able to show her face in that school again.
The little girl knew she had to get away as fast as she could.
Run away! That was it! She would run away forever.
CHAPTER THREE
Donna Dickson was so frightened and confused it was difficult for rational thought to pierce through the fog.
She looked to the handsome teacher in front of her for advice but she could see that he was even in worse shape.
The man had broken into pitiful sobs, his whole body wracked with pathetic weeping and despair.
She looked at the man whom she had thought she loved.
She couldn't tell why she had ever felt anything for him at all.
She saw that he was nothing but a weakling jellyfish.
She could see that he didn't even have as much spine as she did.
So she left him standing there, naked and helpless with fear.
She hurriedly put on her clothes and got out of the school.
She had to get away as quickly as possible. She knew she would never be able to face her parents if they knew what had happened.
Luckily, her folks were both going to be out until late that night, it being the weekend and all.
She quickly formulated a tentative game plan in her mind.
She would pack up as much of her stuff as she could and hitchhike east.
She had wanted to graduate from innocence to experience.
She was going to take the process further than she had originally expected.
She was a full-fledged woman, even if her cherry was still intact.
She would be totally independent and she would make it on her own.
Donna was sad that she was going to have to pay such a big price for what she saw as such a small sin.
But what must be must be, so she stifled her tears and seriously embarked on what she knew would be the adventure of her life.
She had no idea what to expect out in the "real world".
Donna decided she would play the rest of her life by ear.
Even though she didn't feel at all ready for it, it didn't seem as if society had left her much of a choice.
She decided that she would trust everyone who seemed to want to help her and not trust anyone who seemed to want to hurt her.
That was as good of a rule as she could think of, considering how petrified with terror she felt.
She ran home, trying very hard not to let the pressure behind her eyes turn into tears of despair.
She remembered vividly how ridiculous the big hunk had looked weeping, and she wasn't about to allow herself to lose that much face, even if there wasn't anyone around to see her.
On the way home she was terrified by the thought that the boys who had been listening outside the classroom door might follow her and tease her.
But she saw no one and spoke to no one the whole way home.
It wasn't until she got safe inside her own room that she burst into sobs.
She realized that she was about to leave her room for the last time.
She figured she would never see her dear parents again, and she would not get a chance to say goodbye to her many friends.
She was all alone. It was her against the world.
She packed a small suitcase full of clothes, and essentials such as her toothbrush.
She left the house quickly, thinking that any procrastination would tempt her to chicken out.
But nothing could be scarier than the looks on her parents' faces when they heard that she had been caught sucking her English teacher's cock.
Wearing the same pair of jeans and the same pink elastic halter top she made her way out of the house and walked the two miles to the main highway before sticking out her thumb.
She had heard that hitchhiking could be a dangerous practice for a pretty little girl like her, but she figured beggars cannot be choosers.
The second car past stopped about a hundred yards past her and backed up.
It was a black Corvette and, as Donna ran toward it, she could see that there was a woman driving.
Donna got alongside the car and the woman reached across the passenger seat to open the door for her.
Donna set her suitcase on the floor and slammed the door shut behind her.
The second the door was shut the car zoomed eastward down the highway.
The woman had coal black hair that fell down to her shoulders.
She was an amazingly beautiful woman, in a mature way.
Donna figured the woman to be somewhere in her mid-thirties.
She had deep brown eyes that twinkled maternally, and her full lips were painted deep red with lipstick.
Donna could tell right away that the woman was very rich.
She was wearing diamond earrings that dangled low from her earlobes.
She was also wearing a necklace that alone had to be worth a fortune.
The woman was wearing a tight black dress with a plunging neckline.
Donna could see that she had huge tits that stood out straight from her chest without the benefit of support.
The dress was slit up the side so Donna could see the woman had shapely legs.
As she pressed on the accelerator, Donna could see all the way up to her upper thigh.
The woman was wearing black stockings with a seam up the back and black spike high heels.
Donna felt comfortable right away. The woman was obviously a winner in every sense of the word.
"How far are you going, sweetheart?" the woman asked, glancing only briefly at her new passenger.
"All the way," Donna said, perhaps a bit too enthusiastically. "I want to go all the way to New York. Yes, that's it. New York!"
"Why are you going there?" the woman asked calmly. The Corvette was pushing ninety and passing cars left and right.
"I'm going to, uh, visit some cousins!" Donna lied off of the top of her head.
"You are running away from home aren't you?" the woman asked.
"Yes," Donna said. She realized there was no point in lying. She wasn't very good at it.
Besides, there was something about this woman that she could trust.
She knew the woman would never turn around and take her back to her folks.
"Do you want to tell me all about it?" the woman asked maternally.
"But I don't even know you," Donna complained, creasing her brow.
"Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Michele Montgomery. You might say I am a talent agent."
"I'm Donna Dickson. Pleased to meet you," the little girl said politely.
"Now that we know each other, tell me why you are running away from home?"
Donna told her the whole sad story of how she had been caught in a scandal and didn't want to be around for the aftermath.
"It sounds like you are going to have to become self-sufficient very quickly," Michele said, with a hint of a smile.
"I guess so. I'm still kind of scared," Donna confessed.
"No need to worry. I think I can help you," Michele said.
"Really?" Donna exclaimed. Her big blue eyes went wide with excitement. Her long golden eyelashes caressed her cheekbones each time she blinked. "How?"
"Well, first of all, I am going to New York, so you don't have to worry about hitchhiking anymore. A pretty little thing like you shouldn't be out on the roads alone anyway."
"T can't believe it. I must be the luckiest girl on Earth. How can I ever repay you?" Donna said.
"We can talk about that tonight. The second way I can help you is I may be able to get you a job once you get there, if you are interested."
"Of course I'm interested," Donna said. Her voice came out squeaky and made her sound even younger than she was. "What do I have to do?"
"Not a lot more than you did this afternoon. I'm in the business of keeping men happy."
Donna had to think about that for a moment before she figured out what the older woman meant.
"You want me to be a prostitute? No way. I'm a good girl."
"Good girl or not. You are going to starve unless you do something. How would you like to sleep in an alley with a ass who is scratching at his open sores?"
"No," Donna said, horrified at the very thought of that.
"Work for me and you will live in a big house in the country, have all the clothes you could ever want, eat like a queen, and all you have to do is fuck. I daresay you probably would have done a lot of that anyway."
Donna saw that she had little choice in the matter.
"Okay. But just until I find another job or make enough money so I can go back to school."
"It's a deal, sweetheart," Michele said and offered her hand.
Donna shook it and noticed that the older woman squeezed it rather sensuously.
Donna thought for a long time about what her new life was going to be like.
She figured that it was society that said prostitution was bad.
The same society that said high school girls weren't supposed to suck off their English teachers.
Fuck society, Donna thought. It sounded like fun, and even though they hadn't discussed money, she figured there was a good buck in it too.
Michele drove silently and let the little girl contemplate.
Dusk came and then nightfall. Michele pulled the car off to the side of the road in a small town called Lovelock, Nevada.
"Let's get a room for the night," Michele said with a wink. "And then I'll show you how you can repay me for my favors."
"Oh Michele," Donna said sincerely. "I'll do anything. I was so stupid to think I could make it on my own. I'll do anything to thank you."
Donna, not being the dumbest girl around, had already figured what the older woman wanted.
The sensuous touch, the hotel room, the talk of sex.
Donna knew that she was about to have her first lesbian affair.
And the strange thing about it was it didn't bother her a bit.
It seemed like such a small price to pay to a woman who had practically saved her life.
Michele went into the office in the motel and came out displaying a set of keys.
"We are cabin three," Michele said, and Donna followed her into the motel room with a big smile on her face.
"I think I know what you want," Donna said, suppressing a giggle.
"Tell me, sweetheart, what is it that I want?"
"You want to make love with me, don't you?" Donna said.
"Does the thought offend you?" Michele asked, cocking her head a little to one side so that her black hair spilled down further over one shoulder.
"Not at all. I think you are a beautiful woman, and I can tell we are going to be very good friends. I see no reason why we can't be lovers. My life has gotten so fucked up so quickly I don't think I am going to pay any attention to any rules anymore," Donna said.
"Oh yes you are."
"What?"
"You will obey my rules," Michele said sternly. Donna realized that she had been wrong to be so flip with the woman who was now her new boss.
"Yes, ma'am," Donna said, embarrassed. She lowered her head and looked at the red nail polish on her tiny toenails.
"No need to be so glum," Michele said. "I just wanted to set the record straight. Why don't you take a shower and join me in the bed. We will love until we fall asleep and tomorrow we will hit the road again."
"Okie-dokie," Donna said cheerfully. She went into the bathroom, stripped naked and took a long hot shower.
The bathroom filled with steam because Donna liked her showers to be just short of scalding.
Donna could feel herself getting very horny at the thought of what was about to happen to her.
She figured the desire to make it with women must have been there all along and she had never realized it before.
She had once heard that everyone is a bi-sexual, and now she believed.
She could feel the flesh in her cunt swelling and she could feel the natural lubrication starting to flow inside her pussy.
Both her love button and her clit were erect with sexual arousal.
Donna made sure to wash all of her nooks and crannies very well.
She wanted to be especially pleasant for the woman that had been so kind to her.
She soaped up her pussy three times along with the crack of her ass, and rinsed thoroughly before turning off the shower and stepping out.
Donna wished she had a blow drier to do her hair, but she toweled it dry as best as she could and carefully dried the rest of her body with the big white fluffy motel bath towel.
She thought about putting her clothes back on but realized how ridiculous that was, considering that she would only have to take them off agian.
Donna opened the bathroom door and peeked into the living room.
Michele had also taken off all of her clothes while she was in the shower.
The black-haired woman was sprawled on her back in the center of the big double bed.
She had her knees up and her thighs parted. Her head was propped up on two pillows which she had put on top of one another.
Michele had one hand on her large breasts and the other in her wet cunt.
She was diddling one erect nipple while playing with her clitoris with the other hand.
Donna thought for a moment that the woman wanted to be alone, but Michele had seen her peeking.
"Don't be shy," the older woman said calmly. "Come here and join me."
It was at that point that Donna realized that this sex session had a duel purpose.
It was of course to give them pleasure, but the little girl also suspected she was being auditioned.
Donna was going to be tested to see how good she was in bed.
It was the thought of auditioning that made her nervous, not the fact that she had never been in bed naked with another woman before.
Donna moved across the bedroom in slow motion staring at the beautiful brunette sprawled on the bed.
Donna couldn't help but stare. The woman had an incredible body.
Donna figured it was no wonder that Michele had gone into the business of pleasing men sexually.
She had been blessed with the nicest female sexual equipment the little blonde had ever seen.
The only nude females Donna had ever seen were girls she showered with after gym class in school.
And there was certainly nothing like Michele going to Ocasta High School.
Michele had the biggest, firmest tit the little girl had ever seen.
Michele's nipples were the size of silver dollars and the buds stuck way out when they were aroused.
Donna sat on the edge of the bed and curled up next to the older woman.
She could feel her nervousness fading as Michele sensuous ran her fingers along her cheek and down the side of her neck.
Their faces moved together and they kissed warmly, with lips closed at first.
But soon they opened their lips wide and thrashed passionately at each other's tongues.
When the kiss finally ended Michelle rolled over on top of the tiny girl.
"You have never been with a woamn before, have you?" Michele asked.
"No ma'am. It seems like today is filled with firsts."
"In that case you lie still and I will show you how to give maximum pleasure. Pay close attention, because I will want you to do the same thing to me once I have finished you. Of course there will be minor variations in the technique you will use on me. I will not penetrate your pussy because I assume your cherry is still intact. I will fully expect you to penetrate me very deeply. I do not want to harm your hymen in any way, my bundle of sweetness."
"How come?" Donna asked, raising one eyebrow into a golden arch.
"Ah, my dear, you have so much to learn. As you might imagine virgins are few and far between among working girls. You will find that many men will pay a pretty penny for the right to pop the cherry of such a pretty little thing such as yourself. I assure you that your commission will make your pain worthwhile when the time comes," Michele said.
"Pain?"
"It will hurt when you receive your first cock. The hymen will have to tear away for him to get inside. It hurts more for some girls than others. I hope that it will go easily for you. But your pain is part of the reason the price is so high. Men feel more like men when they can hurt a girl with their cocks."
"I see," Donna said with a frown. She mused on the matter for a moment.
"But do not worry about these things now. I am here to give you pleasure. I want you to allow your mind to go completely blank. Relax all of your muscles and feel yourself sinking into the bed. I want you to think of nothing but the pleasure I am giving you. I will make you come as you have never come before," Michele said.
Her voice was low, deep, and calm. Donna felt as if she were being hypnotized by that voice.
She realized the power that this woman held. Donna could tell that she would be unable to disobey Michele even if she wanted to.
Donna stayed on her back and opened her thighs, so her outer cunt lips would part slightly.
The tone of Michele's voice had made her feel even hornier.
There was a tremendous ache in the little girl's lower abdomen.
She felt a sexual itch that needed to be scratched horribly.
Her nipples were erect and tingling with a desire to be stroked.
Her cunt had turned into a flash flood zone. The pink flesh inside was wet and shiny from her running pussy juices.
She could feel her clit protruding far out of the top of her virgin slit.
That little man in the boat was pushing its flesh sheath upward.
Donna could feel Michele tenderly kissing her on the side of her neck, allowing her tongue to flick in and out of her mouth as she did so.
A couple of times she got some of the little blonde's neck flesh between her teeth so she could give tiny love bits.
She kissed the little girl's round soft shoulder then moved down to her high firm teenage tits.
Michele showered Donna's breasts with little peck kisses.
She took Donna's right tit in the palm of her hand and ran her tongue slowly around the left nipple.
Donna had no idea that she could derive so much pleasure from her breasts alone.
The little girl shuddered and moaned as she felt the older woman's tongue on her erect nipple.
Michele began to flick her tongue back and forth across that hard rosy bud.
She did this lightly and slowly at first, but steadily picked up both the speed and the pressure "That .feels so good, Michele, I can't stand it,'. Donna said, her lips pressed back against her teeth.
"Shhhhh," Michele said in her soothing tone. "Lie still and be quiet. Don't talk, just feel."
Michele then wrapped her lips around that hyper-sensitive nipple and sucked on it with long draws.
Donna felt like bending at the waist and letting out a howl of pleasure.
It took all of her willpower to stay still and quiet when the pleasure she was receiving was so intense.
Michele then did something that Donna had not expected.
She got the hard bud in the center of that nipple between her teeth.
She gave it a sharp little nip that hurt and felt good at the same time.
Donna's whole body jerked and she let out a grunt sound.
Donna couldn't figure out how something could hurt and feel good at the same time. She figured her body was so in tune with her sexuality that everything was translated into pleasure by the time it got to her brain.
Each twinge of pain sent a signal down the little girl's spine to her wet swollen cooze. She groaned.
With each signal her ready quim would throb in great expectation of what was to follow.
Michele kept that nipple between her teeth and began to pull it far out from Donna's breast.
When it got as far as it could she would allow it to snap back into place.
Donna did not know at that point that this was only her first lesson in the divine relationship between pleasure and pain.
Michele repeated the process with the other nipple and then kissed her way slowly and wetly down the flat soft plain of Donna's belly.
She kissed downward until she got to the tiny inverted triangle of blonde pubic hairs.
Michele tugged lightly on those hairs, which also felt tremendous, then twirled a curl around her forefinger like she was gathering spaghetti on a fork.
Michele then moved so that she was on her belly with her head between the tiny blonde's open thighs.
Donna could feel herself panting. Her cunt was aching so badly she could tell that it wouldn't take much to get her off.
She could tell that the subtlest caress would feel ecstatic when coming from the ravishing older woman.
Michele kissed tenderly at the insides of Donna's smooth thighs, while placing soft fingertips along the outer lips of her juicy cunt.
The thighs kissed licked, bitten and sucked on, Michele tenderly pulled the little girl's outer lips apart as far as they would go.
Michele used only the very tip of her busy tongue to flick up and down the inner lips of Donna's quim.
Those lips were still closed shut, but they were starting to open up with the caresses, like a rose in the springtime.
Michele explored the pink inner folds of flesh curiously with her tongue.
It wasn't very often that the black-haired woman got a chance to eat virgin cunt.
Michele worked her tongue between those inner lips and pressed inward until she felt the thin wall of membrane that protected Donna's maidenhood.
She pressed the tip of her tongue against the cherry and felt it give way a little bit.
Michele could tell that that thin wall would be no match for a hard cock when that time came around.
Michele then worked her tongue up to the top of Donna's cunt and ran a circle around the clit without actually touching it.
Donna was already on the very edge of exploding into an awesome climax.
CHAPTER FOUR
Michele gently put her forefinger above Donna's clit and drew back the foreskin until the flesh was stretched tight.
In this way she could see the entire clit, looking like a tiny erection.
Donna's love button quivered and she couldn't help but gyrate her hips.
Michele touched the tip of her tongue to the head of Donna's little man in the boat.
But the second she touched the magic spot, she withdrew her tongue and looked up at the little blonde's face between the nymphette's rising breasts.
Donna's mouth was working at the air as if she were kissing an invisible lover, or perhaps trying to speak, without any sound coming out.
Donna's hips jerked upward as the clit was touched directly.
Donna could tell that her clit was ready to blast off into outer space.
Michele put her tongue back on the center of Donna's womanly pleasure and this time left it there.
Every muscle in the little girl's body went taut as a rope.
Michele moved the hard little clit around in a slow circle.
At first she did this slowly, and the pressure she used with the tip of her tongue was very light.
But the speed steadily increased along with the pressure.
Donna could feel the tension she felt in her cunt growing in leaps and bounds.
Donna couldn't help but wonder how much pressure she could build up in her pussy before she released it in the form of a come.
Donna tried very hard to relax the way
Michele had instructed her to, but everything felt so good she found herself gripping at the bedspread with white knuckles.
The little blonde had handfuls of bedspread gathered in each fist.
Then Michele began to flick her tongue back and forth across that clit.
At first she did it so she was only making contact with the top of the clit.
But she lowered her head slowly until she was punching violently at the clit with the flat part of her tongue.
That was all it took to make the tiny virgin fall over the edge.
Donna felt the great waves of ecstasy start to leave her writhing pussy.
She could feel her cunt muscles spasming, entirely out of control.
She pressed the back of her head hard against the pillows.
She lifted her hips up off the bedspread and arched her back.
Donna's face was red and strained with the exertion of her pleasure.
Her full lips fell gaping open and her eyes closed tightly.
She let out a scream that echoed through the walls of the Nevada motel room.
One would have thought she was in horrible agony from looking at the way her face was contorted.
"COME! COME! COME!" Donna screamed over and over again.
She through herself over to absolute pleasure at that moment.
She sweetly surrendered to the physical bliss that dominated her brain.
She bucked her hips wildly up and down and from side to side.
Michele wrapped her arms tightly around Donna's parted thighs.
She had to struggle to keep her tongue on the magic spot.
Donna thought the orgasm was going to last for an eternity.
Time was expanded by the tremendous joy she felt in her loins.
Then it was over and all of her muscles relaxed at the same time.
Her hips dropped to the bed and she lay limp like a sack of jello.
She let out a gush of air that puffed out her smooth cheeks.
She had been unable to exhale during the course of her climax.
Michele pulled her face out of the little girl's cunt and looked up at her with a smile.
Donna opened her eyes and looked at the black-haired woman sleepily.
There was a look of total adoration in those big baby blues.
Michele moved up on the bed so she was by Donna's side.
They kissed passionately, rolling their tongues together in a lusty ballet.
Donna could taste her own cunt juices on the woman's tongue and lips.
Somehow this sharing of flavor made them feel even more intimate.
"That was great!" Donna exclaimed, her system slowly returning to normal.
Donna could feel her orgasm being replaced by her sexual afterglow.
She felt warm and contented, perhaps more so than she had ever felt before.
But she knew it was her turn to give Michele the pleasure she needed.
The dark-haired woman rolled over on her back and looked at the ceiling.
Donna had been paying close attention to the techniques Michele had used on her.
She had learned a lot in a short period of time and she was looking forward to putting her new knowledge to use.
Donna kissed her way down the older woman's neck and shoulder, eventually getting to her humongous tits.
She showered those huge breasts with tiny peck kisses.
She rolled her fingers over the nipples which were hard and erect.
She placed the palms of her hands over those nipples and spread her fingers apart.
Donna got as much tit in her palm as she could and squeezed.
She squeezed lightly and rhythmically, in time with the beat of Michele's heartbeat.
Donna moved those big globes around in circles, slowly.
She rubbed those tits together and pulled them apart.
She lifted them up toward Michele's face and pulled them down.
Then she removed her hands from the tits and lowered her head.
She was going to let her mouth do the talking from then on.
She flicked her tongue across each nipple gingerly, then sucked each one up into her mouth.
She sucked with her lips and flicked with her tongue at the same time.
She wanted to do the little trick with the teeth that Michele had showed her.
But she was a little afraid because she did not want to hurt the woman.
She pressed her teeth lightly against the hard bud of the right nipple.
She began to bite down and she found that she could instinctively feel the pain level she was causing.
The nipple felt a little spongy and she could tell just when to stop increasing the pressure.
Michele made a humming sound and began to squirm on the bed.
Donna was very proud to be giving the experienced woman so much pleasure.
Her confidence was growing steadily as her knowledge of sexual reactions grew.
First Donna found that she could give a mean blow-job, and now she was finding out that she sucked an equally mean nipple.
Donna pulled on that nipple with her teeth until it was stretched far outward.
She then allowed it to snap back, and licked it a couple more times gently.
Donna began to repeat the process with the other nipple.
"You are a very quick learner," Michele said with a sigh.
"Thank you, Michele. I like the idea of making you feel good," Donna said.
"You will make your living by making people feel good from now on," Michele said and gyrated her hips a little.
Michele was very excited on the bed. She thought Donna was the cutest little thing she had seen in many moons.
She couldn't believe the hot little runaway still had her cherry.
It was like finding a goldmine on your way to the supermarket.
Michele found it difficult to judge the little girl's technique when she was caught up in the throes of her own pleasure.
But she figured if it was pleasure that was keeping her from thinking straight, the blonde runaway must be doing pretty good.
Michele closed her eyes and felt Donna's sweet lips kiss her soft underbelly.
She felt her belly button being probed by the little girl's hot, wet, curious tongue.
Donna moved so that she was on her belly with her head between the older woman's open thighs. Donna had never looked at a cunt close up before and she was fascinated by the way it looked.
She had seen her own pussy in the mirror and found that Michele's was darker.
The wet inner flesh had a brownness to it, opposed to the pinkness of Donna's virgin quim flesh.
The inner lips were very large and stuck out way past the outer lips.
The clit was much larger too, and looked more like the head on a small boy's penis than a woman's love button.
The inner lips were folded outward with a curl, and Donna could see the mouth of the river that led to Michele's womb.
Donna put her nose very close to those protruding inner lips and inhaled deeply, filling her lungs with the scent.
Michele smelled like a real woman, her cunt bearing the scent of musk and desire.
Donna could feel her own cunt throb as she filled her nostrils with the woman's sexy cunt smell.
Donna kissed at the inner thighs, working her way ever closer to the moist delta where those thighs came together.
She bit and licked as she went, and finally got to the cunt.
Donna stuck out her tongue as far as it would go, and placed the tip at the very base of Michele's cunt.
Donna almost swooned as she felt the first drops of cunt juice fall on her lips.
She wanted to lick that pussy clean, she loved the flavor so much.
Donna used the flat part of her tongue to lick the entire length of Michele's slash.
"Easy, sweetheart. Use just the tip of your tongue at first. Be curious. Explore. That's it. Oh yes. That's it. That's it. THAT'S IT!"
Michele lifted her hips up off the bed as Donna worked her tongue between those swollen inner lips and found herself sinking deeper into the older woman's hungry cavern of womanly desire.
Donna worked her tongue as far as she could into Michele's fuck hole.
She then worked her tongue in and out so she was fucking her with her tongue.
Donna moved her tongue in and out very rapidly and Michele's arms waved in the air without purpose.
Donna pulled her tongue out of the hole and looked at the huge clit that stood at attention at the very top of Michele's sensitized genitals.
It was so big that Donna had no trouble wrapping her lips around it.
She sucked on that clitoris and flicked her tongue across it at the same time.
"SUCK IT HARDER!" Michele screamed at the top of her lungs.
In the motel office all of this was clearly audible.
But the management didn't do anything about the noise.
If lust was not allowed, this motel would have been out of business for years.
Donna sucked on that clit and continued to hammer at it with the front part of her tongue.
In a matter of seconds Michele began to buck wildly around on the bed.
Donna had to hold the woman by the thighs to keep her lips on that erect clit.
Donna could tell that she had given Michele a great big come.
Donna continued to suck until she was sure the climax was over.
Michele sighed and relaxed and Donna could tell that her ecstasy had been replaced by the warm contentment of her afterglow.
Donna thought that the sex session was over at that point.
The little girl had had a rough day and was content to snuggle and fall asleep.
But to her surprise Michele had not been satisfied by the one come.
"Go over to the dresser and get my purse," Michele said.
Donna hopped off of the bed and wiggled her butt as she went to the dresser to fetch the woman's bag.
Michele unsnapped the top and reached in. She rummaged for a moment and then pulled out an object that made Donna's eyes go wide.
It was a dildo. The thing had to be ten inches long and at least three inches across. It was flesh colored and pointy at the tip like a rocket ship.
There were controls at the very base for the vibrating mechanism within.
Michele ran her fingertips sensuously up and down the dildo, and then handed the object to the little girl.
The fake cock looked especially big in Donna's tiny hands.
She turned the knob at the base and felt the vibrator tickling her palm.
"Turn it off," Michele said. "Don't turn it on until you have it all the way inside me."
"Okie-dokie," Donna said. She could tell that this was going to be fun.
Donna held the big-fleshy-colored fake cock in her fist.
Michele rolled over on her back and spread her legs far apart.
Donna ran the tip of the dildo up and down the woman's slash.
Michele knew that clitoral stimulation alone was not enough to satisfy her.
She needed deep penetration too to make her feel satisfied.
Donna worked the tip between those swollen lips gently.
She began to push the dildo inside a fraction of an inch at a time.
She wanted the older woman to be able to feel and appreciate each step of the penetration.
"When you have your cherry busted, you can do yourself with a dildo too," Michele said, her voice skipping a beat from the intense passion she was feeling, "there is no better form of masturbation. But I should not tell you about that now. You will soon learn about the wondrous pleasures that will be available to you. You will, ugh!"
Donna pushed the dildo in a little further and the woman jerked upward with her round firm hips.
Donna looked at the thick black pubic hair that grew not only above the woman's slash, but also alongside the outer cunt lips and between the cheeks of her ass.
Donna had no hair alongside her cunt lips and she was equally bald between her precious buttocks.
Donna pushed the dildo all the way into the woman's cunt.
She filled Michele's pussy completely with the fake cock.
She then turned the vibrating mechanism on full blast.
Donna had to use her fingertips to hold the dildo inside.
Michele bucked wildly about the bedspread. She felt as if a thousand magic fingers were inside her cunt and every one of them was there especially to give her pleasure.
Michele began to burst into multiple deep vaginal orgasms.
They came one after another and she howled with joy.
Donna pulled the vibrating dildo out until only the tip remained inside.
Then she pushed it in fast and Michele made a loud grunting noise.
Donna fucked her slowly, using the entire length of the dildo with each stroke.
She steadily increased the tempo of her fucking motion.
Soon she was working the dildo in and out of Michele's spasming cunt as hard and as fast as she could.
Michele came so many times she quickly lost count of them.
Soon she was exhausted, drained by her own ecstasy.
The woman waved her arm in the air and Donna turned the vibrating mechanism off.
She slowly pulled the dildo out of the woman's ravaged cunt.
Donna licked the dildo clean, savoring the taste of the cunt juices that clung to it.
They then crawled under the covers and pressed tightly against each other.
In a moment they were both fast asleep, arms and legs intwined.
CHAPTER FIVE
Both Donna and Michele had a wonderful time crossing the country, heading eastward toward the rising sun.
Donna had never been outside of California before and she was amazed at how big the country was.
Michele had seen the countryside many times but was seeing it anew through the little girl's wide eyes.
They stopped frequently and got to know the kind of people that lived in each section. At night they would stop at a hotel or a motel and make glorious love to one another.
They crossed the Rocky Mountains on Interstate 80, and stopped near a peak to throw snowballs at each other.
Then they crossed the plains, wondering if anyone really lived in Kansas, or if the population was zero.
They joked about Dorothy and her little dog Toto, and tornadoes.
As they got to the mid-west they stopped in Chicago and Donna thought it was strange that they built the downtown business area right on the Lake Michigan beachfront.
On the final day they made their way across the green hills of Upstate New York and crossed the George Washington Bridge into New York City.
Donna had never seen anything so awesome in her entire life.
She couldn't figure out what kept all of those tall buildings from falling down.
And there were so many people! And everybody seemed to be going someplace in an awful hurry!
Donna could tell that she belonged in New York, where the people were hipper and the pace was faster.
But, to Donna's surprise, the brothel in which she was to stay was not in the city itself.
"Where is it?" Donna asked, her head turned to the window so she could see everything there was to see.
"Up in Westchester County. We deal in a very high class clientele, so we go where the money is. You will not be dealing with men who are not independently wealthy. I want you to know that the men you will fuck are not the losers you might have imagined them to be. They are all successful business men who are bored with their sex lives with their wives. We try to offer them a little something that they can't get at home."
Donna was very pleased to hear that. She assumed correctly that most of those men were going to be very handsome also.
They drive uptown through Manahattan and The Bronx.
Donna realized that the big city had an ugly side also.
They went through Yonkers and into the spacious suburbs of Westchester County.
Donna fell in love with the house she was to stay in the second she saw it.
It was built on a hill and it was more of a mansion than a house.
It was white and there was a big porch in front supported by marble pillars.
In the back was a long sloping yard of grass that led down to the banks of the Hudson River.
There was a long dirt driveway that led up to the front of the house and there weren't any neighbors in sight.
Donna was all eyes as she grabbed her suitcase and followed Michele into the large reception area. Everyone was very happy to see Michele returning from her cross-country trip.
Donna soon learned that there were five other girl's working full-time at the house.
They were all young and they were all outrageously beautiful.
It didn't take Donna very long to figure out that Michele was a five-star general in that army, and all others were privates.
Michele quickly ran down the rules, which involved behavior, grooming, politeness and promptness.
"If you break any of the rules, sweetheart," Michele said. "You will have to spend a session in the punishment room."
"The punishment room?" Donna asked, creasing her brow into a frown. "I hope you will never have to visit," Michele said with a sneer. "It is not very pleasant."
Donna felt a chill run up and down her spine and made a mental note never to disobey any of the rules.
Donna was taken upstairs to look at her new room.
It was luxurious and the little girl could tell she was going to be very happy in it for as long as she chose to stay.
It had a high ceiling and huge windows that overlooked the river.
The bed was tremendous ans was built in the shape of a heart.
The sheets were made of fine silk and the bedspread was made of mink.
She would work exclusively out of that room as well as live in it.
The floor was covered with thick fuck wall-to-wall carpeting, which was a deep red color. The color of blood.
"You will work five eight hour shifts per week," Michele said. "Each customer rents you for a full eight hours and during that time you are his sex slave. You must do everything he asks or risk punishment. Your night goes from nine in the evening until five in the morning. If you choose to dine with your man you ring this bell and one of the maids will take care of you. You have Sunday and Monday off to do with as you please, but you must show up for meals on time, do you understand?"
Donna nodded. She was absorbing a lot in a short period of time and her mind was reeling with excitement.
"Now we will go to the attic and prepare your wardrobe," Michele said sternly. "You will follow me."
Donna followed the black-haired woman into the attic and was measured by a maid.
She was given five pairs of shoes, each with spike high heels, a series of sexy lingerie, panties with, the crotch left open, black stockings, and a set of flaring skirts that emphasized her youth.
The clothes were beautiful and Donna could not wait to get back to her room so she could try them all on.
"There is one more thing you must do before I will start taking bidding for your cherry," Michele said.
"What's that?" Donna asked, tilting her head a little to one side.
"You must go to the head hand maiden and have your pussy shaved. I want your cunt to be shaved clean and fresh for your first night here," Michele said.
Donna thought about this and it upset her at first. But then she figured that the head hand maiden had shaved a lot of pussies so she wouldn't have to worry about being nicked or cut.
Donna dropped her new wardrobe off in her room and followed Michele into a white room with a table in the center that looked like an operating table.
In the room was a tall, big-boned blonde woman whose name was Inga and who spoke with a Swedish accent.
"Inga, this is Donna. She will be starting here presently full-time and she needs her first shave."
Inga nodded and said nothing. Michele left the room to tend to other business.
Inga said, "You get up on the table and spread them."
Donna sighed and took off all of her clothes. She got on the table on her back and opened her thighs as far as she could.
Donna was filled with questions she wanted to ask, but Inga was very business like and didn't look, like she was in the mood to chat.
Inga was dressed in a white uniform that reminded the little girl of a nurse.
She was almost six feet tall and had a perfect hour-glass figure.
Her face was filled with nordic beauty and her shiny blonde hair hung down to the center of her back.
Donna could feel her cunt throb as Inga began to wash it with a warm wash cloth.
She could feel her clit becoming erect as Inga applied hot foam above the little girl's virgin slit.
Donna could feel her cunt swelling as it became engorged with blood.
She could feel her cunt juices starting to flow inside.
Inga pulled out a straight razor and went immediately to work.
Inga worked rapidly and in a couple of minutes all of Donna's golden pubies had been shaved clean.
Inga poked around at the sides of Donna's cunt and looked between the cheeks of her ass to see if there was any hair that she had missed.
Up until this point Inga had shown no emotion. The Swedish hand maiden showed no recognition of the face that Donna was near creaming with passion.
With no expression on her face Inga leaned over and began to tongue Donna's open pussy. Donna couldn't have been happier.
Inga glanced up at the little girl and Donna thought she saw the first sign of a twinkle in the big blonde's eye.
"Feels good, no?"
"Feels good, yes! YES! YES! YES!" Donna said enthusiastically.
"You must be very quiet," Inga said, holding a wet forefinger to her lips. "If Madame Michele hears us we are in big trouble. Us employees are not supposed to touch each other. If we get caught it means the punishment room."
"What goes on in the punishment room?" Donna asked.
Inga looked down and silently shook her head. This lack of an answer sent a fresh chill running up and down Donna's spine.
She could feel the tiny hairs on the back of her neck standing on end.
Inga then returned to lapping happily at Donna's cooze.
She licked until Donna had a great come. It was all the little girl could do to keep from crying out with pleasure.
"That is you're reward for being so still while I was shaving you," Inga said and smiled quite brilliantly.
"I want to give you pleasure now," Donna said, sitting up on the table.
"No, you must go now. It is almost dinner time. Do not be late. After dinner you must dress for your first man."
At exactly five o'clock a bell rang throughout the house and all of the girl's scurried down to the dining room to eat.
There was silence at the table as beef stew was dished onto everyone's plates.
Madame Michele, as she was referred to exclusively in the house, sat at the end of the table and looked at every one eating.
Donna figured out all by herself that talking was not allowed during meals.
Donna couldn't figure out why such heavy discipline was necessary.
She felt like she had been sent to a reform school and Michele was the headmistress.
For the first time Donna noticed that there was a look of evil in the black-haired woman's deep brown eyes.
She could sense a cruelty, almost a brutality about the woman that she had not noticed before.
There was something about the tense way Michele held her jaw that betrayed the fact that she wasn't the world's nicest person.
Donna could feel the fear that the others felt toward Michele.
The little virgin couldn't help but think about the punishment room.
She was obsessed with finding out what went on in there.
What could be so horrible that no one would even discuss it.
Donna ate her entire meal, finding as soon as she started eating that she was a very hungry little girl.
Donna stopped thinking about the punishment room at that point.
She figured that if she was good and obeyed all of the rules, she would not have to worry about being punished.
But she had already broken one rule, and she wondered if she would be able to resist Inga's wonderful tongue in the future.
Instead, her mind drifted toward the evening ahead of her.
Not only was she going to make her debut as a professional lover, but she was going to lose her virginity at the same time.
She was so excited that her pussy throbbed in anticipation.
Ever since she had started feeling sexual desire, there had been a sexual itch up near the mouth of her womb.
Nothing had satisfied that itch because her cherry blocked the path.
Clit oral stimulation had made her come blissfully, but her yearning to be penetrated had remained.
She knew only a stiff cock could give her the womanly satisfaction she had yearned for, for so long.
After dinner Donna went up to her room, hung her new clothes in the closet and dressed for her evening.
She put on one of the flaring skirts. It was pink. She wore no underwear.
She wore no stockings, but put on a pair of matching high heels over her bare feet.
She wiggled her chubby little toes and was pleased with the way she looked.
She put on a pink frilly blouse and left the top three buttons undone so her ever-growing teenage tits would be exposed if she leaned forward.
Donna stood in front of the full-length mirror and admired her own beauty for a long time.
Then she went to her large bedroom window and watched the ocean-going vessels making their way on the river downstream toward New York Harbor.
She waited for the gentle tap on the door which would mean that her man had arrived and was ready for her.
Her skin tingled directly above her cunt from where she had had her pussy hair shaved off.
While Donna was doing this Michele was on the phone, discreetly calling her richest and most regular customers, finding out what they would pay for a the honor of busting Donna's precious cherry.
Michele soon found that she had discovered a gold-mine and the privilege eventually went to Sir Samuel Everett Hastings.
Hastings was an Englishman, very rich, who lived in near-by White Plains.
He had made his riches as an archeologist and was semi-retired at forty-three.
Living the good life, Hastings had made himself a connoisseur of carnal pleasures.
He said he would put up five grand for the right to spend the night with Donna.
He showed up at quarter to nine and was immediately ushered up to Donna's lavish bedroom.
Donna felt like masturbating as she waited alone in her room.
But she decided not to because it seemed like such a waste.
She wanted to save her hominess for the man that popped her cherry.
Michele tapped lightly at the door and Donna spun on her heels.
Donna climbed up on her bed and sprawled on her back.
She placed two pillows on top of each other and pounded a hole in the center of the top one with her tiny fist.
She settled her head into the hole and felt her heart pounding like crazy.
She told herself to relax but she was too excited.
She wanted her career as a woman of pleasure to get off on the right foot.
She knew that she would not have to be too skilled because the man would already know that she was a virgin.
But she wanted to be hot. Hotter than a pistol. Hotter than the hood of Michele's black Corvette in the Kansas sun..
She could feel the ache in her loins, and she knew that she was made in the shade.
"Come in," Donna called out happily. Her hair was in pig-tails and she was dressed like a little lady.
Donna watched as the pearl doorknob to her bedroom turned.
The door opened and Donna could see the long fingernails on Michele's right hand.
"Go right in," Donna heard Michele's voice say.
Then Samuel Everett Hastings entered the room and stood at the foot of the bed.
He looked down at the pretty little virgin sprawled on the bed and he could feel his balls start to ache.
Donna was so pleased that she couldn't help but break out into a big grin.
Samuel Hastings was a great looking guy. Donna couldn't have chosen a more handsome man if she had been able to hand pick.
He was well over six feet tall and his shoulders were very wide.
He stood as a man who had been everywhere and had done everything would stand.
He was the picture of confidence and sophistication.
His face was kind and handsome at the same time. His hair was auburn colored and his sideburns, which were cut below the ear-lobes were gray.
He wore a leisure suit with the collar opened up.
Donna could see curly chest hairs sticking out at the top of his shirt.
"My name is Sam," the man said simply. He could feel blood pumping into his aching prick.
"Donna," the little girl replied, staring at the growing lump in Sam's pants.
"I know. So you are a virgin, huh?" he said. Donna loved his British accent. It made her shiver.
"I'm afraid so. Not for long though," she said and giggled.
"You know Donna, I have been a lot of places and I have done a lot of things, but I have never made love to a virgin before. So, you see, this will be a first for both of us."
He smiled and flashed two rows of perfect white teeth.
CHAPTER SIX
"I think you are the best looking man I have ever seen," Donna said, thinking how true her words were.
She was smart enough to know that flattery was going to be part of her job.
But in this case her words came straight from her heart.
"Thank you very much. You are quite a beauty also. Are you frightened?"
"Not at all. A little nervous, but I wouldn't say I'm scared. How do you feel?"
"The same. A little nervous. You see I have been blessed with quite a large member and I'm afraid I will hurt you."
"There is no need to be afraid. I am looking forward to the pain just as much as the pleasure because I know that it is like a graduation. I am graduating from childhood into adulthood."
Sam sat in an easy chair in the corner of Donna's large bedroom.
He patted his palm on his knee and arched a single eyebrow.
"Come her and sit on my lap, Donna," he said sweetly.
Donna felt a fresh flow of cunt juice start up inside her pussy.
She gleefully hopped off the bed and walked across the room to Sam.
He held out his hand and she placed hers in his softly.
He gave that tiny hand a little squeeze and raised it up to his lips.
He did not actually kiss the back of the little virgin's hand.
He only got his lips close enough so that Donna could feel a little moist breath.
Donna turned her back to the man and lifted the back of her skirt.
He got a short glimpse of her perfect round ass which made his cock throb.
Then she sat down on his lap and he wrapped his strong arms around her waist.
He kissed the side of her neck and looked down the front of her blouse.
He could see her firm tits bobbing beneath the soft chiffon.
Her nipples were erect and yearning to be stroked by him
Donna stretched her neck as Sam kissed sucked and nipped at it.
Donna wiggled her hips a little from side to side sensuously.
She ground her round ass into the man's bulging crotch.
She could feel his hard-on straining to get out of his pants.
He moaned as he felt her bare ass cheeks on his inprisoned cock.
Sam's hands moved upward and he cupped one of Donna's breasts in each palm.
He gave them each a tender squeeze through the frilly blouse.
He then worked his Fingers expertly to the buttons on the blouse.
With several expert snapping motions with his thumb and forefinger he undid each button one at a time.
That blouse fell open and Donna's tits poked out pertly.
Sam pulled the blouse out of the top of her skirt and separated the halves slowly with his fingertips.
He looked at her tits over her shoulder and sighed.
"You look delicious," he said breathlessly in her ear.
"Taste me," she said with a sigh and turned to kiss him on the lips.
In a second their tongues were going on safari, searching for tonsils and throat.
Sam's finger pressed against the little girl's breast flesh.
The kiss lasted for a long time. It was very wet and hot.
Sam touched both of Donna's nipples at the same time.
He rolled those erect buds around in small circles.
He then got them between his thumbs and his forefingers and pinched lightly at them.
Donna could feel cunt juices spilling out of her swollen pussy.
"I'd better get up," Donna said with a little giggle.
"Why?" Sam said, placing the palms of his hands over her nipples.
Her tits fit perfectly in his hands. They were a perfect handful.
"Because I think I'm making a wet mark on your pants," Donna said.
"Never mind. Michele will have them laundered," Sam said.
"She takes care of everything," Donna said and she could feel the tension in her lower abdomen growing in leaps and bounds. Sam squeezed her tits a little harder and worked them around in circles.
Donna could feel the itch at the mouth of her womb nagging her.
She had never felt that itch this intensely before. She knew that it was getting stronger because her brain was telling her body that a cock was finally going to satisfy it completely.
Sam let go of Donna's breasts and moved his hands to the bottom of her skirt.
"Now stand up,'. He said, clutching the hem between fingers.
Donna stood up and turned to face the rich man sweetly.
He lifted her skirt up and looked at her precious body.
He took one look at her shaved pussy at his cock felt like it was going to tear through the front of his pants.
He leaned forward and gingerly kissed Donna just below her belly button.
"I think it is time for us to get naked," Sam said excitedly.
"I was hoping you would say that," Donna said, her big blue eyes twinkling.
Donna took a step backward toward the bed and pulled her frilly blouse over her smooth shoulders.
She pulled her arms out of the sleeves and allowed the blouse to drop silently to the floor.
She quickly stepped out of her skirt and stood before him wearing only her pink spike high heels.
She kicked them off carelessly and stood before him naked as the day she was born.
Sam could see that the cunt juices had spilled onto the insides of her thighs, making them wet and shiny.
He could smell the scent of her virgin pussy and it filled his head with many lustful thoughts.
He knew that he would have to control himself if he could.
He had an urge to throw her on the bed and pop her cherry right away.
But he knew that that would hurt her horribly, and he didn't want to do that.
But he could feel his animal instincts emerging and he was hoping he could control himself.
He quickly undressed and Donna moaned when she saw the size of his cock.
It was even bigger than MacIntyre Symms' had been.
That massive prick stuck straight out in front of his hips.
It bobbed up and down, blindly seeking a pussy to fuck.
Donna moved to the bed and sprawled onto it on her back.
The fur felt nice and soft against her bare back and buttocks.
She squirmed a little on the fur bedspread and touched her own tits delicately.
She opened her thighs for the man and raised her knees into the air.
Sam climbed up on the bed and lay directly on top of Donna.
She could feel the full weight of his large body come down on her.
It made it a little difficult for her to breath for a moment but she quickly adjusted.
It felt great to have all of that naked manflesh touching her at the same time.
She could feel his tremendous cock pinned between them. It was pressed against her lower abdomen snugly. It felt hot.
Donna could feel that raging phallus throbbing with anticipation.
Sam squirmed on top of her and they ground their hips together.
They were both panting, tongues hungry for each other.
They moaned and groaned as they felt their passion swelling.
Sam moved downward on Donna's body and kissed her perky breasts.
He sucked on each of her nipples one at a time, and she loved it.
She felt like asking him to bite at her nipples as Michele had.
But she wanted to come off as if this was her first sexual experience.
Sam had paid for a novice so she was going to go out of her way to be one.
"Your cock sure is big," Donna said closing her eyes as he sucked her tits.
Sam pulled his mouth off of the little girl's erect nipple just long enough to speak to her.
"I know. I have hurt women who are a lot more experienced than you."
"I want you to hurt me, Sam. I want you to plow into me hard and fast. Don't be especially gentle with me because I am a virgin. I want to know what a real fuck feels like!"
"Are you sure?"
"Positive."
"Then that's the way it will be," he said feeling the ache in his balls increase.
Sam moved so he was in fucking position and they both inhaled.
He lifted up his hips so his cock would no longer be pinned between them. , He reached back and wrapped his fingers around the shaft of his prick.
He slowly closed his hand into a fist and gave his throbbing lance a little squeeze.
He wanted to make sure that he was fully hard, a neurotic habit.
He then moved the head of his cock so it was pointing at Donna's shaved pussy.
He touched her cunt with the very tip of that purple prick.
Donna shuddered and her mouth worked at the air sensuously.
"STICK IT IN ME!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.
"All in good time, my little pretty,'. Sam said calmly.
He ran the tip of his cock up and down the length of Donna's virgin slit.
He could feel the head of his cock getting wet and slippery from Donna's natural lubrication.
Donna could feel the head of his cock on her genitals and it felt huge. She could tell that her inner cunt lips would have to open as far as they could go in order for that glans to get between them.
Once the cock got inside she had no idea what was going to happen.
But she could tell that his tubesteak would fill her love tunnel completely.
Sam moved his cock so it was pressing on her inner labia.
She could feel those lips opening and stretching for him.
She felt like a flower blossoming in the sunny springtime.
Her inner labia opened as far as they could and she could feel the tip of Sam's cock pressing against her cherry.
Sam could feel that thin membrane stretching under the force of his cock.
"I can't stand it anymore!" Donna screamed out. "Ram it in me, rid me of my cursed virginity for eternity!"
Donna opened her thighs a little further as she waited for the magic moment.
He toes were tightly curled under as she lifted her feet up off the bed.
She could feel the cunt juices flowing down into the crack of her ass.
She lifted her legs up into the air so that her toes were pointing at the high ceiling of her bedroom.
She was making a perfect "vee" with her shapely legs.
She then bent at the knees and wrapped her legs around Sam's body.
She crossed her ankles behind him and rested her feet on the small of his back.
His body, though middle-aged, did not have an ounce of fat on it.
His was firm and well-toned, and she knew he would be able to fuck her with the speed and force she craved.
She squeezed at his sides with her smooth tender thighs.
Sam paused and then thrust downward with his hips hard.
Donna felt a sharp pain in her pussy as her hymen tore away.
She let out a sudden scream of pain and her eyes filled With tears.
A single tear fell out of her right eye and rolled down to the center of her cheekbone, where it came to a stop.
The pain had been severe but it had only lasted for a moment.
She could feel something warm and sticky mixing with her cunt juices.
She realized that that was her own blood she was feeling.
Sam felt the barrier give way and he knew that it would be smooth sailing to get his cock in the rest of the way.
"DEEPER!" Donna cried out. Her cherry popped and, no longer a problem, she was filled with nothing but desire to be fucked deeply and thoroughly. Her cunt walls were very tight and shriveled from lack of use.
Sam had to unravel the flesh and make it expand using only his cock.
He pressed down with a steady pressure and felt her opening for him.
Donna could feel his cock touching her in places she had never been touched before.
The tip of his cock was getting closer to the plaguing itch near the mouth of her womb that had been nagging at her ever since she first reached puberty.
Donna had the tightest cunt Sam had ever felt in his life.
He could feel her strong internal cunt muscles squeezing at his cock as he pressed deeper into her.
Donna could tell that she would burst into orgasm the second he got his cock all the way inside.
With one last downward thrust Sam drove his cock the rest of the way in.
Donna let out a puff of air as if all of the wind had been knocked from her lungs.
She felt that itch being scratched for the first time in her life.
"I'M COMING!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.
But the orgasm she was experiencing was different from any other she had ever had. All of her other orgasms had been centered around her clitoris.
This one was coming from a mysterious spot deep inside her pussy.
It was shorter and sharper than she had expected it to be.
She thrust upward with her hips at the moment of climax and felt Sam's pubic hair pressing against the spot where she had been shaved earlier that evening.
Donna expected Sam to pull his cock out and start his fucking motion.
But instead he gyrated his hips moving his cock around in a circle.
Donna could feel his stretching her cunt walls even further with this motion.
She could feel the blood spilling out of the base of her cock, cooling and hardening.
Finally Sam began to withdraw his cock slowly out of her open wound.
He pulled out until only the head of his prick remained inside her open cunt lips.
He then eased the whole rod back inside and Donna could feel yet another orgasm pulsing up and down her spine.
Sam could feel her tight cunt muscles tugging at his prick each time he pulled outward.
He found that she was now moist and slippery in her darkest depths and he could move in and out of her with ease.
Donna began to have one orgasm right after another.
It became hard to tell when one come ended and the next one began.
They were shooting through her body with the rapidity of machine-gun fire.
It felt as she were having one continuous orgasm at that point.
Her face was as red as a beet and was contorted with the pleasure she was feeling.
Sam steadily picked up the pace of the fuck as he went along.
He was soon stabbing at her cunt as fast and hard as he could.
He used the entire length of his long dong with each fuck stroke.
He could tell that he wouldn't be able to keep it up for much longer.
The thought of fucking the pretty little girl, her first time, made him so excited he could tell he was going to blow his wad inside her at any second.
Both of their bodies were covered with sweat as they concentrated all of their energies on getting his cock in and out of her cunt as fast and deep as possible.
Donna was so wet that they made a little splashing sound each time he thrust into her.
She could feel her cunt lips being pulled out and pushed back in by the movement of his rock-hard lance.
Finally Sam jammed his cock all the way inside Donna's pussy and left it there.
He arched his back and threw back his head sharply.
His cock was so thick that it pressed directly against the little girl's erect love button.
His mouth fell open and he let out a scream that could be heard throughout the entire house.
Donna felt his stiff prick spasming inside her pussy.
Then she felt great shots of hot sticky semen shooting from the hole at the tip of his purple rod.
He bathed the inside of her pussy with his molten silver seed.
Donna came at the same time so they shared their moment in Heaven together.
She squeezed at his sides even tighter with her thighs.
She clawed at his strong back with her long red fingernails.
Then it was over and they both relaxed at the same time.
Sam pulled out of her and looked at the ring of blood around the base of his now flaccid prick.
"Let me lick it off," Donna said. She took his cock in her mouth and sucked it clean.
She loved the taste of his come, her juice and her blood on his cock.
They relaxed for awhile and Sam told Donna the story of his life.
He got it up again after about a half hour and said he wanted to take her from the rear.
She leaned forward over her desk and he rammed her pussy hard and deep from behind.
Once again Donna had many orgasms before Sam spilled his second load of come into her pussy.
After that Sam chose to sleep for the rest of his stay.
They crawled under the covers together and Donna rested her head on his strong hairy chest.
They both drifted off to sleep and a maid visited the room at five o'clock to tell Sam that it was time for him to leave.
Donna did not wake up so Sam kissed her tenderly on the forehead and put his clothes on.
When Donna woke at dawn she was alone and she could still feel pleasure in her ravaged cunt.
She could tell she was going to like her new job very much.
CHAPTER SEVEN
On his way out Sam dropped Madame Michele a note saying that he had found Donna to be one of the most thrilling sexual experiences of his life.
He said that they had gotten along very well and the sex had been great.
He requested that he be given Donna regularly on each of his future visits.
Madame Michele was so pleased by the note that she presented Donna with a small gift the next day.
It was a slim gold ankle bracelet, and Donna was so happy she gave Michele a wet kiss on the lips when she received it.
She told her boss that she really enjoyed fucking and she was glad that she was doing it for money.
"I can't think of anything else I would rather do," Donna said at the time very enthusiastically.
"I thought you were only going to stay until you could find another job," Michele said, raising one black eyebrow into an arch and turning up one corner of her mouth into an amused half-smile.
"I've changed my mind. I just want to fuck for the rest of my life!" Donna said, her face brilliant and aglow with joy.
Michele knew that she should take this comment with a grain of salt.
Michele knew all about the attention span of sixteen year old girls.
The other girls in the house soon became jealous of Donna and hated her.
They sensed that she was Madame Michele's favorite and they did not like being overlooked, especially since they had seniority.
But Donna quickly became a favorite among the customers also.
She was booked up weeks in advance and she had many lovers over and over again, including Samuel Everett Hastings.
Some were better lovers than others, of course, but they all made the little girl come many times.
And, just as importantly, they were all men of class and respectability.
They all had their own special ways of making Donna feel like a special person.
At no time did any of the men who visited her make her feel like a cheap whore.
Donna realized that being a prostitute wasn't at all like she imagined it would be.
As Michele had said during their cross-country trek together, she was simply getting paid to do what she would have been doing anyway for free.
Michele told Donna that she could let her pussy hair grow back if she wanted to.
But Donna said she wanted to have it shaved regularly, because it itched when it grew back, and, besides, she liked the feeling of having a bald pussy.
This was so much bullshit. Donna just liked to visit Inga twice a week.
The tall Swedish woman always gave her great head when the shave was done.
Donna knew that they were breaking the rules, but she did not feel fear.
She hadn't heard much about the punishment room since her first day.
The idea of punishment was no longer in the front of her mind the way it had once been.
Donna became a little careless and was even a few seconds late for dinner once.
She got an icy stare from Madame Michele but the matter was quickly forgotten.
The other girl s thought this was another sign of Madame Michele's favoritism.
It was almost a month after Donna first arrived at the house when everything changed drastically.
It was close to three o'clock in the afternoon and it was time for Donna to have her pussy shaved by the Swedish hand maiden.
Donna knocked on the door and Inga called for her to enter.
Donna was wearing only a dark blue bathrobe and had been padding around the house all day barefoot.
Donna did not like the idea that the other girl's hated her, but she was glad that Inga was still on her side.
The Swedish woman's face lit up when she saw the pretty little girl had come to visit.
Donna closed the door behind her. She wished the door had a lock.
Then the two of them could have had some real privacy.
Madame Michele did not allow locks on any of the doors.
She figured that if there was anything going on that needed a locked door, it was against the rules anyway.
Up until that point Inga had eaten out Donna many times, but Donna had never been allowed to return the favor.
She had never seen Inga without her white uniform on.
Inga washed Donna's pussy gently with a warm wash cloth and then applied the hot foam to the area to be shaved.
Inga was breathing hard as she drew that razor across the area, dipping the blade in a bowl of hot water after each stroke.
"You seem awfully horny today, Inga," Donna said sympathetically.
Donna knew that Inga lived in the house with the other girls but she was never allowed to receive men.
Donna wondered how the woman could be so selfless about giving pleasure and never receiving any.
"How come they never let you have any men like the rest of us Inga? You are beautiful. Surely many men would pay a pretty penny for the right to fuck you," Donna said, watching the blade come very close to her pink cunt lip.
"I am lesbian," Inga said with a shrug. "I try but I can't get off on cock. Madame says I am a bad actress. Ya. No Oscar Award for me. So I shave. I make beds and I clean up. Too bad for me."
"But you get so horny when you do this to me. You eat my cunt. You make me come, but you never let me eat you back. Why, Inga?"
"Too risky," Inga said and Donna could tell she was very close to tears.
"Why is it too risky for me to give you pleasure but not too risky for you to give me pleasure?"
Once again Inga shrugged silently and finished the shave.
She wiped off the excess soap and hair bits with a towel and lowered her head to tongue Donna's tight cunt.
Donna decided she was going to have to aggressive with the hand maiden.
"Stop!" Donna said, sitting up on the table. She reached out and took Inga's large hand in her tiny one. Donna gave that hand a little squeeze and felt a ripple of pleasure run up and down her spine when the woman squeezed back. Their eyes met. Their eyes became riveted to each other. Donna could see desire in Inga's eyes. There was desire, yet fear. "I want to eat you. I want to suck your tits and eat your pussy, Inga. Can't you see that? I want to give you the same kind of pleasure that you have been giving me ever since I got here. Now Madame Michele has never come in here during my shaving sessions. There is no reason to believe she will come in now. She is probably down in her office doing paperwork or something. I'm sure we are the last thing on her mind. I know you want it just as much as I want to give it to you. Please let me make you come. Just this once."
"I do want it. I want it so bad that I diddle myself every night thinking about you. But I am afraid. I am not as brave as you. I am hindered by my fear."
"Don't be afraid. Just surrender to me. Tell me it's okay and let me do the rest. You will not be disappointed, I assure you," Donna said.
Donna could see Inga's willpower giving out slowly.
Their eyes were still riveted together, then Inga silently nodded.
Donna's face lit up and she scrambled to the end of the table so she could kiss Inga on the lips.
Donna knelt up on the table and placed the palms of her hands lightly on Inga's cheeks.
They kissed and Inga felt as if a thousand years of pent up lust had just been released.
Donna had never been kissed so hard in her entire life.
Inga pressed her lips hard against her teeth as they kissed and the Swedish woman's tongue shot deep into Donna's throat.
Inga wrapped her long strong arms around Donna's waist and lifted her up off the table.
She set her on her feet in front of her, their lips never parting.
Inga squeezed Donna tight against her, and Donna could feel Inga's huge tits pressed flat against her torso.
Finally their lips came apart and they both inhaled deeply.
"Take off your clothes," Donna said, looking at Inga's big tits.
Inga hesitated. This surprised Donna. With Inga's passion growing in leaps and bounds, Donna would have thought she would be more than anxious to get nude.
After a strange tense moment Inga's finger began to unbutton her blouse.
Donna got her first glimpse of those big tits and she felt her pussy throb.
The nipples were very large also and they were hard and erect.
Inga pulled her white blouse out of her skirt where it had been tucked in.
She slipped the blouse over her shoulders and turned her back to Donna.
Donna felt a cold chill run up and down her spine at that point.
The little girl could feel beads of cold sweat breaking out in a line across her creased brow.
Inga's back was striped with ugly scars. It looked as if once her back had been turned into no more than raw meat, and had never completely healed.
"My God, Inga, what happened to you?" Donna said, a little sickened by the sight of those scars.
Inga lowered her head and whispered a single word. "Punishment."
Donna felt her heart leap into her throat. It occurred to her all of a sudden that they were not playing a game. This was life at its rawest. Donna had a hard time imagining anyone being as cruel as to do that to a beautiful body. She knew then just how brutal Madame Michele could be. She understood Inga's hesitance to make love. But Donna was too horny to stop at that point. She just prayed that she would never be caught doing anything against the rules.
"It's okay," Donna said, catching her breath. "Take off the rest of your clothes. Relax. I don't mind."
As Inga slipped out of her skirt, Donna could see that her buttocks bore the same ugly scars.
Inga was nude and Donna could see that the front of her body was unblemished.
She thought of asking Inga what she had done to deserve such harsh punishment.
But she assumed correctly that it was not Inga's favorite subject.
Besides, it was neither the time nor the place to discuss it.
Donna reached out and placed her fingertips lightly on the Swedish woman's humongous breasts.
Inga shuddered and moaned. She was seething with passion.
It had been a long time since she had been touched sensually.
Donna placed her palms over those breasts and gave them each a little squeeze.
Inga arched her back and turned her face toward the ceiling.
She was groaning with each exhale and fruit juices were spilling out of her neglected pussy down the insides of her thighs.
Donna was so much shorter than Inga that she didn't have to lean over very far to kiss those big tits.
She showered the large breasts with tiny peck kisses and sucked on each nipple for a long time.
Donna used the little trick with her teeth that she had learned on each of Inga's nipples.
Donna could tell that the hand maiden was on fire with desire.
She had waited too long for pleasure. Donna could tell it would have been cruel to procrastinate any longer.
Donna dropped to her knees so she was looking into Inga's thick patch of blonde pubic hair.
Inga moved so that her feet were very far apart and her outer pussy lips were slightly parted.
Donna wanted to reach around and massage the cheeks of Inga's ass, but she remembered the way the flesh back there looked and she decided not to.
Instead she tugged lightly at the woman's pubies and lowered her head so she could kiss and lick at the insides of her thighs.
"Let me sit on the edge of the table so you can eat me and be more comfortable," Inga said.
She moved to the front of the table, the side closest to the door, and sat on the edge with her legs open.
As Inga took that short walk Donna got another glimpse of the ruined flesh that covered the woman's backside.
Donna had to shut her eyes because that sight made her feel queasy and a little faint.
Donna moved to the head of the table so that her back was to the door.
Once again she dropped to her knees and found that she was looking directly into Inga's open cunt.
She could see that the flesh inside that quim was as engorged with blood as it possibly could be.
The swollen flesh was wet and dripping from the flood of juice that was being secreted by Inga's frustrated glands.
Donna plunged her tongue deep into the woman's hole and Inga let out a loud moan of pleasure.
Donna worked her tongue slowly in and out of that hole.
Inga's pussy tasted sweet as if brown sugar had been sprinkled over it.
Donna used the flat part of her tongue to lap at the outer lips of Inga's cooze.
She licked those fat outer lips until all of the flavor was gone.
She then used just the tip of her tongue to run slow lines up and down the engorged inner lips.
"My clit, my clit, my clit," Inga said. She spoke as if she couldn't get the words out fast enough.
Donna directed her attention to the top of Inga's cunt where her love button was poking it's bright pink head out of the flesh sheath.
Donna ran her tongue all around that clit without actually touching it at first.
She then placed the tip of her tongue on the little erection, and all of the muscles in Inga's body went tight at the same time.
Inga placed her hands on top of Donna's head and pushed her face into the soaking wet delta between her thighs.
Donna began to lightly flick her tongue across the Swedish woman's little man in the boat.
In a matter of seconds Inga burst into an incredible orgasm.
She felt like screaming out and telling the world of the pleasure she was feeling.
She wanted to broadcast her pleasure over a loud speaker. But her fear of Madame Michele would not allow her this reckless abandon.
The Swedish woman bit her bottom lips hard to keep from crying out with joy.
Just then the doorknob to the room began to turn.
The door opened slowly and Inga became filled with terror.
Donna sensed something was wrong and pulled her head out from between Inga's thighs.
Donna looked over her shoulder at the doorway and the color drained from her face.
Donna felt like she was going to faint from the fear she felt at that moment.
Madame Michele stood, hands on hips, tapping her foot, her face becoming increasingly red with uncontrollable anger.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Okay, you two," Madame Michele said, sounding as if she were about to bust a blood vessel in her neck. "To the punishment room. MARCH!"
Donna felt like a big hammer had come out of the sky-and had smacked her right on top of the head.
Donna could feel her hands and knees shaking with fear.
She could feel her body becoming covered with the bitter sweat of anxiety.
She looked into Madame Michele's eyes, looking for a hint of mercy.
But there was no mercy to be found in those cruel brown eyes.
Inga looked as if she had gone into some kind of trance.
Her eyes did not blink and she stared straight ahead.
She moved with ease and grace, as if in slow motion.
Inga's face was as white as a sheet, and Donna couldn't help but wonder if there was any rational thought left in that Swedish mind.
Donna and Inga walked naked out of the room into the hall.
Donna winced as Madame Michele slammed the door shut behind them.
Inga showed no reaction to the loud noise whatsoever.
She did not blink. She stared straight ahead as before.
"Donna, you will follow me," Madame Michele hissed between clenched teeth.
Donna could feel big tears welling up in her baby blue eyes.
"Inga, I believe you already know the way to the punishment room," Madame Michele continued.
She let out a little laugh that was filled with the evil of Satan.
Donna wondered how she could have ever been so duped by Michele.
She had thought she was a nice person, and that she was trying to help.
Donna had been in a time of need, and she had seen the black-haired woman as a guardian angel.
How could she have missed the cruelty that was so intrinsic to Madame Michele's personality.
Donna had seen how luxurious the surroundings in the whorehouse had been.
She had thought her career as a woman of pleasure was going to be a cake walk.
But as she marched to the punishment room she saw things in a different light.
She could see that the whorehouse was no more than an excuse for Madame Michele to make a lot of money.
She ran the place with an iron fist as if she were running a home for wayward girls, or something.
At that point Donna thought she was in prison, and her mind immediately shifted to methods of escape.
But then she remembered the big iron gates outside.
She remembered the many male and female employees who worked there, and always seemed to be keeping an eye on things.
Although the punishment room was only down one flight of stairs and up one hallway, it seemed to Donna like it was taking them forever to get there.
She felt as if she were walking the longest mile.
There was a piece of Donna's petrified mind that told her she would never emerge from the punishment room alive.
She couldn't help but think of the awful scars she had seen covering Inga's back and buttocks.
She couldn't help but think of her own perfect, precious body, with scars just like those.
The thought made her feel faint, and there were a couple of times she had to take deep breaths to keep from passing out on her way to the punishment room.
The room was at the end of a hallway and there was a small alcove outside that looked like the waiting room at a doctor's office.
A male guard stood outside the little alcove, and inside there were three easy-chairs, an empty ashtray, and a couple of magazines.
The cheerfulness of the waiting area was just another example of cruel irony on Madame Michele's part.
"Inga, I will take you first," Madame Michele said, her voice still tight and filled with anger.
At that point the tall blonde Swedish woman dropped to the floor in a dead faint.
The male guard grabbed her under the arm pits and lifted her to her feet.
Madame Michele opened the door to the punishment room and the guard pushed the limp Inga inside where she immediately fell again to the floor.
"You stay out here and wait," Madame Michele said sternly and went into the punishment room, slamming the door hard behind her.
Donna looked around for a moment, trying to figure out where she was in proximity to the rest of the house.
She considered the feasibility of making a run for it.
But then she looked at the big male guard and she thought better of it.
The guard stood six foot six and looked like he weighed close to three-hundred pounds.
Her heart was beating violently, as if it were trying to beat its way right out of her chest.
She could feel two trickles of sweat start in her arm pits and roll with a tickle down her cold sides.
Donna wrapped her arms tightly around herself and shivered.
The alcove outside of the punishment room seemed like it was only forty degrees.
But Donna then realized that her own cold sweat was making her shiver so violently.
She felt like she didn't have a hope in the whole world.
She was three-thousand miles from home and without a friend.
She missed her parents and her friends back in San Diego.
She was filled with despair because she knew she would never be able to return to the place where she was loved.
She sadly surrendered to the inevitability of her predicament.
She knew she would spent a long time in the whorehouse.
She would live as no more than a sex-slave to the gluttonous wants of a cruel dominatrix bitch.
It was then that Donna began to hear Inga's screams coming from inside the punishment room.
At first the cries seemed to be no more than a pitiful whimper, a series of homages to a hopeless situation.
After a few minutes, however, the cries began to express the agony Inga was feeling inside.
Donna winced each time she heard her Swedish friend crying out.
Donna could not get rid of her intense guilt feelings.
She knew that if she had behaved herself, none of this would ever have happened.
Inga was being punished because of Donna's indiscretions.
Inga had protested but Donna had persisted, and now both seducer and seducee were going to be punished.
As Inga's screams became louder and more intense, as her pain increased, Donna could feel the tears that had been welling up in her big blue eyes overflowing onto her cheeks.
Her smooth rosy cheeks were quickly stained by the tracks of her tears.
Those tears ran all the way down her face into her mouth.
Donna could taste them, hot and salty, on her full pouting lips.
Her bottom lip quivered as she stayed on the verge of violent sobbing.
But there was some wisp of dignity and pride left in the little girl that wouldn't let her break down completely.
There was one final horrible cry from the punishment room, followed by even more horrifying silence.
A sharp bell rang and there was a scurry if motion around Donna.
Two men wearing white uniforms entered the punishment room carrying a stretcher.
Donna's eyes went wide with horror as those two men shut the door behind them.
There was another agonizing pause in the action and the door opened once again.
The stretcher was being carried out, and Donna could see Inga's bare feet sticking out of a white sheet that covered her entire body and her face.
That white sheet was stained all over with Inga's blood.
Donna leaned forward and spilled what remained of her lunch on the rug.
She did a fine imitation of Niagara Falls, but even her retching could not make the evil go away.
She felt drained and depleted when she finally stood up and wiped off her mouth with the back of her hand.
She had even less color and her skin looked very milky white, with a touch of green in it.
Her freckles looked very brown on her nose and her cheekbones.
She looked at the open door of the punishment room.
She had never been so frightened in her entire life.
Madame Michele appeared in the doorway with a half smile on her face.
She was wiping her hands with a blood stained towel.
Madame Michele took extra care to get the blood clot out from under her long red fingernails.
"You are next Donna," Madame Michele said calmly.
A lot of her anger seemed to be gone, but her conscienceless evil remained.
Donna found this cool brutal demeanor even more frightening.
Madame Michele reminded her of a Gestapo agent trying to make Jews talk.
Donna found that it was difficult for her to bend her knees as she moved toward the doorway to the punishment room.
She walked like a little old lady about to enter the hospital for the first time.
It was then that Donna noticed that Madame Michele had changed her clothes.
She was wearing black boots with spike high heels, a pair of black stockings with a seam up the back, a black frilly garter belt, and a black leather corset that fit tight around her middle and pushed her huge breasts up even more than they rested ordinarily.
Donna walked into the room and she couldn't believe what she saw. The punishment room was the most frightening scene she had ever witnessed.
All four walls and the ceiling were painted black.
All of the lights were red, giving the room an aura of Hell.
Hanging from the ceiling were human skulls and shrunken heads.
The floor was covered with a black fuck carpet, except for one side of the room which was covered with a clear plastic sheet.
The center of the room was dominated by a huge wood table with a white sheet covering it to make it resemble an operating table.
Hanging from the sides of that table were thick black leather straps designed to hold a patient fast onto it.
At each corner of the table, which was rectangular, there were iron cuffs attached to thick linked chain, then attached to the thick oak at the sides of the table.
Donna could see thick puddles of hardening liquid about the plastic sheet, but the red lighting made her unable to determine the color of those puddles.
On the wall on the side of the punishment room where the floor had been covered with plastic two more manacles hung from chains far above.
One wall of the room was dominated by a long table on which were displayed the tools of the torture trade.
Donna could see a heavy wooden paddle, much like the ones frat brothers have been known to wield.
There were two whips, one a vicious looking hemp cat o' nine tails, the other a simple riding crop.
Then there was a single black leather glove folded so that only the middle finger was sticking up.
Then Donna saw something that resembled a hot-water bottle with a rubber hose coming out of it.
Donna realized, after a little thought, that this was an enema bag.
And then there were a series of dildos, not unlike the one Michele had pulled out in the motel room in Lovelock, Nevada.
But there was one particularly awesome dildo, which caught the frightened little girl's eye immediately.
It was a foot-long black rubber dildo attached to a leather belt.
Burned into the leather belt were the words:
RECTUM WRECKER
Donna turned to Madame Michele looking very much like an old woman about to be thrust into the gas chamber.
"I have to tell you Donna, I am very, very disappointed in you. I want you to know that.
I thought that we understood each other. You obey the rules of the house and I see to it that you would be treated like a queen. But you had to rebel. Everything was not enough. You wanted the forbidden fruit, thus, sacrificing your Garden of Eden.
"Sweetheart, I want to tell you a little secret. I could have fallen in love with you. I could have made you a partner in the business when you turned eighteen, and you could have quickly become a very wealthy woman. But I see now that you are not the kind of woman I could fall in love with. I believe that you cannot have love without trust. I trusted you and you betrayed me. You lowered yourself to give pleasure to that foreign bull dyke. I don't think I will ever be able to forgive you for that. You had class, but you lost it all. Now I can see you for what you are. You're just a spoiled brat from sun city who got in a jam and is looking for a cheap excuse to tramp around. Don't you understand, sweetheart? You were special to me. I could have loved you. I did love you. But now I can see that you are no more the scum I scrape from my toilet bowl. And you will pay. Yes, you will pay dearly. Once scorned I am a woman who finds sadism much like a religion. I discover my spiritual self whenever I am causing divine agony in some poor wench whose glands got in the way of their senses. I'm afraid your punishment will be severe. Shall we say ... permanent?"
Madame Michele moved like a cat and soon had her fist around Donna's wrist.
Donna was too weak to struggle much. Michele had no difficulty getting the little girl up on her back on the operating table.
Donna struggled a little and got a sharp slap in the face as an answer.
Donna fell limp and in a matter of seconds the leather straps were fastened tightly around the little girls belly and her feet and ankles held her spread-eagle, stringent, unable to move anything but her head from side to side.
"I will not gag you because, truthfully, I think I will get a kick out of hearing your screams. You turn me on so much, your screams of agony might even make me come."
Madame Michele went over to the display table and picked up the savage cat o' nine tails gingerly.
Madame Michele caressed the wooden handle with her fingertips, and threw her head back as the sensation sent ripples of pleasure down her spine, directly to her cunt, which throbbed in anticipation of the sweet pain she was about to cause.
She held the handle lightly, tossing it up and down, getting the feel of it, determining its balance.
She wanted to make sure that it fit the palm of her hand just right.
Then her clasp tightened and Donna watched in horror as her knuckles went white.
Madame Michele swung her right arm and cracked the whip off of the white sheet on the operating table, only a couple of inches away from Donna's left ear.
The whip made a sound like a gunshot when it cracked.
Donna felt a rifling pain in her head from that crack coming so close to her tortured eardrum.
The whip made a huge tear in the sheet beside Donna's head. Her face contorted with the pain and the fear she felt.
She looked like a very pathetic creature at that moment.
Event the straps and the chains couldn't keep her entire torso from shivering violently.
"Imagine how easily I could have taken your earlobe right off at that moment," Madame Michele said.
"Please don't whip me!" Donna screamed. "Don't ruin me for life. Imagine how much money you will be losing if you make me unattractive to men," Donna managed to say between wracking sobs.
Her voice quivered and came out high-pitched, making her sound much younger than her actual sixteen years.
Madame Michele put her hands on her hips and smiled.
"Perhaps you are right. I have ways of punishing that do not leave permanent damage. In many ways they are even more painful than the slow removal of the nipples with a rusty scalpel. I think you will find them interesting. When we are done you will be just as beautiful as you are now. But there will be one difference.
"You will have lost your will. You will function sexually as before . ... But you will no longer be able to make your decisions for yourself. You will need someone to make all of your decisions for you. And that person will be me. You see, you will be my slave and I will be your master. You may not think that now, but you certainly will by the time I am done with you."
Donna could feel the metal cuffs biting into her wrist and ankle flesh.
At first she could feel pins and needles in her toes and her fingers.
But after a while she got to the point when she couldn't feel anything at all in either her hands or her feet.
Madame Michele returned to the display table, wiggling her hips sensuously from side to side as she walked.
She replaced the savage cat back in its place making sure that it was folded properly, like an anal compulsive.
She then picked up the riding crop and quickly returned to the operating table where Donna squirmed hopelessly.
Before Donna could blink, Madame Michele's right arm struck out.
CRACK!
The evil black-haired woman brought the riding crop down brutally right on top of Donna's right nipple.
The pain was excruciating and Donna heard herself scream in pain.
She could see that nipple swelling and turning black and blue, with the internal bleeding that blow had caused.
It was at that point that Donna felt something in her body that she had not expected at all.
Even though the pain in her nipple was the most horrible she had ever experienced, she also found that there was something strangely sexually exciting about it.
With the pain came the pleasure. It rang a bell. The motel room?
CRACK!
The crop came down on the other nipple and Donna once again heard herself screaming bloody murder.
The screech of her voice echoed throughout the black walls of the dark punishment room.
But this time the pleasure Donna felt was clearly defined.
It was no longer ephemeral or mysterious to comprehend.
It was clear cut and surged to the forefront of Donna's mind.
A ripple of joy traveled down her spine from her nipples.
That joy went into her cunt which throbbed yearningly.
She felt her natural lubrication begin to flow with a gush.
She felt blood pumping down her body into her wet pussy.
Her quim hole swelled like a balloon being filled with helium.
Her clitoris became erect and quivered at the top of her cunt.
She could tell she was going to learn to love her punishment.
CHAPTER NINE
Madame Michele knew that she would have to be sparing with her blows if she did want to disfigure Donna in any way.
She had already taken the little girl out of commission for a few days.
Those nipples were going to show definite signs of bruise for a while.
The evil woman quickly undid the straps and the chains and rolled the little girl over on her belly.
Madame Michele liked the side view of her in this position because she could see the little girl's pert tits pressed flat against the hard wood table.
Donna turned her head to one side, in complete despair.
But she found she was looking right at the tear in the white sheet that the cad had caused.
The cuffs were put back on and the straps were reapplied.
Madame Michele then went to the display table and picked up the thick wooden paddle. Once again she fingered the weapon sensuously.
Donna felt her ass cheeks separated by the way her legs were bound.
She felt vulnerable, yet she could feel her cunt having little contractions as she pressed it down against the white sheet.
She could tell she was in for a mean spanking, and there was nothing she could do about it.
Donna had only been spanked once before in her entire life.
She had been walking with her Daddy hand-in-hand to the supermarket.
Out of impulse she broke away from her Daddy and ran across a street against the light.
Daddy had run and caught her on the other side of the street.
Donna had only been four at the time but she remembered it clearly.
The street had been crowded with people but that didn't stop Daddy.
He put her over his knee right there in front of everyone.
He hitched up her shirt and pulled down her white cotton panties.
And he slapped her tiny firm buttocks until she was bawling her eyes out.
She remembered that she had had trouble sitting down for a couple of days.
But she remembered something else, something she hadn't thought about for many, many years.
She remembered a warm feeling she got in her belly when her Daddy's hand was coming down on her tiny ass cheeks.
In the midst of all of the pain and embarrassment there was a security, a warmth, that she had not been able to understand.
The fact that there were people watching had only made the event that much more memorable to the little girl.
It was the humiliation, combined with the pain, that had triggered the pleasure.
The pleasure was not sexual, of course, since she was only four years old at the time of the incident.
But that warmth she felt then was very similar to the ache she now felt in her lower abdomen whenever she was sexually aroused.
She figured that feeling is about as close as one can get at four to feeling horny.
And now the paddle was coming down, and now it was striking her ass, and now she was hearing an echo of her own scream, as if her. voice were coming from the next room.
And then the warmth set in, and Donna felt her pussy convulse with pleasure.
Her ass-hole was tingling and yearning to be penetrated.
There was a desire deep in her bowels that reminded her of the sexual itch that had gone unsatisfied for so long while she was a virgin.
Well her ass still had its cherry and she thought about that interesting fact for the first time as the wooden paddle again came down full-force on Donna's round perfect, supple but beet red, buttocks.
The paddle came down repeatedly until Donna could no longer feel the blows.
Her ass flesh had been abused to the point of numbness.
But there was a part of her ass that still had feeling.
And that was the flesh in the crack, where the flat paddle had not been able to strike.
Donna could vaguely feel Madame Michele's hands on her buttocks.
She could tell that her tender raw ass cheeks were being pulled apart as far as they could go.
And then, unable to see what she was feeling, felt something warm and wet work its way up and down the crack.
It was Madame Michele's tongue working its way through the deep moist flesh.
Madame Michele's nose was so close to Donna's pussy that she could smell the scent of the little girl's arousal. "So, you are getting off on this?" Madame Michele said with a cruel laugh.
Her laugh sounded like she was crackling the snot in the back of her throat.
"No! I hate it! I hate everything! I HATE YOU!" Donna screamed at the top of her lungs.
This only made Madame Michele laugh louder. She could feel the truth as she worked her fingers down between Donna's cunt lips.
She was moist and hot and swollen down there from lust.
Madame Michele knew the little girl was lying and she was determined to make the little girl confess to her devotion and love.
Michele continued to flick the very tip if her tongue up at down the stretched-tight crack of Donna's precious ass.
She finally worked herself all the way down to the little girl's puckered, pulsating ass-hole.
Madame Michele thought that Donna's ass-hole looked very cute indeed.
It was pink and rosy, and it looked like a spasming asterisk.
Michele ran the tip of her tongue across that rectum.
She traced a slow line around the ring of muscle that surrounded the anus.
She flicked her tongue rapidly all around the little girl's virgin sphincter.
She could sense Donna's arousal, and though the little girl was trying to remain silent, Michele could tell by her breathing that she was getting hornier by the second.
Michele pulled her head out of Donna's ass and smiled.
The evil woman ran the tip of her tongue around her lips.
She was savoring the divine flavor of Donna's ass-hole.
Michele thought that an ass-hole had the greatest flavor in the world. She didn't even mind if the ass-hole she was licking was unclean.
She thought a little funkiness added to the eroticism of the act.
Donna was soon panting and she had to concentrate on keeping her tongue inside her mouth.
At one point she completely forgot to swallow and a bit of drool ran over her full lower lip, and down onto her chin.
She was still trying to hide the fact that she was getting horny.
She did not want to give the evil dominatrix bitch the satisfaction of knowing she was being sexually aroused by this most cruel and brutal punishment.
But finally, as Madame Michele began to press her tongue in the center of the sphincter, making it stretch open just a little, and achieving a fraction of an inch of penetration, Donna moaned and her act had been blown.
When the leather woman heard that moan of pleasure she stopped licking and threw back her head to give a laugh of victory.
"Now comes the best part of the punishment," Madame Michele said loosing the straps and undoing the cuffs. "Now comes watersports time. Have you ever had an enema. No matter. You have never had one until I've given you one anyway."
Donna was led exhausted to the wall with the plastic sheet on the floor below it.
She was forced to stand with her nose only a fraction of an inch from the wall.
She had to stand with her feet as far apart as possible.
Her arms were pulled up above her head and her wrists were put in the manacles that hung from chains from a spot on the black wall up near the high ceiling.
To do this little Donna was forced to stand up on her pudgy tip toes.
The cuffs were so tight she immediately lost feeling in her hands again.
She could feel the iron biting deep into her wrist flesh.
The chains made her arms feel like they were going to be pulled out of their sockets.
Donna could feel the strain being put on her toes and the stretched arches of her feet at that point.
Her calves ached in an attempt to support the weight of her body in that unbalanced posture.
She had a tremendous urge right away to lower her calloused heels to the plastic sheet below her.
But she knew that if she did that, she would surely break both of her arms in several spots.
Madame Michelle went to the display table and gingerly picked up the huge big black enema bag.
The hose that came out of it was made of black rubber also, and the nozzle at the end of that hose had been carved out of ivory to look like a human skull.
The fat part of the skull would be inserted up the ass-hole and the sphincter would grip tightly around the skinnier neck.
That way there was no way the nozzle could slip out of the ass-hole accidentally.
It would take a sharp tug to get that thing out once inserted deeply.
There was a sink in the corner of the punishment room that had both hot and cold water coming out of a single faucet.
Madame Michele unscrewed the black, plastic cap at the top of the bag and set it on the edge of the sink.
She turned on the water and adjusted the temperature until it was just right.
She liked to give her enemas steaming hot, just short of scalding.
She filled the bag to the brim with the hot water and replaced the plastic cap tightly.
There was a clamp on the hose to keep any of the water from dripping out prematurely. Madame Michele attached the full bag to the top of a pole next to Donna and reached down to hold the hand-carved human skull in the palm of her hand.
Donna had no idea what an enema was going to feel like.
She hadn't even thought of enemas in an erotic way before.
But her ass-hole was yearning to be penetrated severely.
She knew that it was going to feel great when Madame Michele thrust that ivory skull up her ass-hole.
Even the thought of water running into her bowels made the little girl's love button quiver.
"I want you to listen very carefully to what I have to say, sweetheart," Madame Michele said.
Donna heard the voice as if it were coming from far away. She tuned into it, She didn't want to miss a single word.
"I have filled this enema bag all the way to the brim with very hot water. Your job, is to take all of the water inside you, without allowing a single drop to slip from your ass-hole before I give you the word. If you do allow any of the water out prematurely we will be forced to repeat the process until you get it right. You will find that you will have an urge to shit the water back out the second it begins to flow into your bowels. But you must resist this urge at all costs. You must quickly determine which muscles to tense and which muscles to relax in order to accomplish this near impossible task. Your bowels will be filled completely by the water. Those tubes will be forced to stretch to capacity to hold the entire dose. And there will be pain. Ah yes, there will be a great deal of pain. There will be pain worse than you have ever experienced before. You will feel like your bowels are going to burst and you are going to die. In fact you will wish you could die. You will prefer the sleep of death to the agony of life. But the joy of the enema comes with the release. If you hold all of the water, your release should make all of the muscles in your body relax at the same time and you will feel a rush of pleasure that may remind you of an intense orgasm. In fact, many girls your age actually come at the release point. If you understand we will proceed."
"I understand."
Donna felt Madame Michele's hands on her buttocks once again.
She could feel her ass cheeks being pulled apart until the skin in the crack was stretched tight.
She could feel the human skull sliding up and down the crack.
Donna could feel how big that skull felt on her ass.
She could tell that her sphincter would have to stretch far in order for that hand-carved nozzle to get inside.
The skull reached the ass-hole and Madame Michele immediately began pressing it in.
Donna could feel her ass-hole stretching and the yearning fulfilled.
Just when her ass-hole needed to be violated the most, that big round piece of ivory was shoved right up there.
The nozzle went in deep, past the sphincter, and Donna's tight ring of ass-hole muscle gripped snugly around the neck of the skull.
Madame Michele then gave the hose a little tug to make sure the insertion of the nozzle had been done completely.
Satisfied, she let go of the end of the hose and reached out to grab the clamp that stopped the flow of water.
She quickly opened the clamp and removed it from the hose.
For lack of a better place to put it, Madame Michele attached the clamp to Donna's already bruised right nipple.
The little girl bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out.
She did not want to scream or make any noise at all.
This was not as much a matter of pride as it was of concentration.
Donna knew that it would take all of the mental and physical concentration she could muster to accomplish her task.
Just as Michele had said, Donna felt like shitting the water back out the second it began to flow into her.
But she learned to relax her bowels and tighten her sphincter at the same time.
The water felt hot, and like an unwelcome intruder.
Donna could feel her will breaking. She realized she was living a lie.
She was getting sexual pleasure out of the punishment but she was not admitting to it to the dominatrix bitch in the tight black leather corset.
She knew that she would be forced to confess entirely before the enema was through.
She could already tell that she was indeed becoming Madame Michele's sex slave.
Donna's eyes closed as tightly as she could close them.
Her back teeth clenched together so hard her jaw ached.
Her face was flushed with the extreme exertion she was putting out.
There was a vein in her temple which protruded and throbbed visibly.
The muscles in her neck stuck way out they were so taut.
Despite the abuse they had received, her nipples were erect and buzzing with sexual desire.
Her arches felt as if they would never be the same again.
She figured that she would always be flatfooted from then on.
Her calves were starting to cramp from the strain being put on them.
She had no feeling whatsoever in her upper arms as they were attached over her cute blonde head.
But her arms ached horrible and felt as if they were going to fall right off onto the floor.
She pictured herself like Venus De Milo, bleeding from the stumps where her arms once had been.
By the time the enema bag was half empty Donna was sure that there was no way she could hold any more water.
Her bowels were full and stretching to hold the never ending stream of hot water.
She looked down and she could see her abdomen bloating outward.
She figured her intestines were going to explode at any second.
It truly was the worst pain she had ever experienced.
But at the same time she was conscious of how erect her clitoris had become.
Her pussy had turned into a swamp of womanly fruit juices.
Her pussy lips were so swollen they hung far down between her legs.
She could tell that the release of the pressure in her bowels would trigger a sexual release at the same time.
Madame Michele had not been lying when she said that orgasms could come out of agony.
Donna looked at the bag and watched it slowly empty.
Time had been slowed down by the pain she was feeling.
It seemed like it was taking hours for the water to drain down into her.
But finally the bag was empty and Donna felt a ray of hope.
She could feel her legs giving out, and she knew that her arms would be torn asunder if they did.
Madame Michele watched the process coolly, with her arms crossed in front of her huge tits.
But as Donna's agony became increasingly apparent (her face was turning purple) Michele uncrossed her arms and began to work three fingers in and out of her juicy cunt while diddling her clit with the other hand.
The enema bag was empty but Donna could see that Madame Michele was in no hurry to let her release the water.
Donna's hopes fell when she saw that she was going to have to wait for Michele to come before she was allowed to release.
Donna could feel her cunt throbbing violently as she watched the beautiful, yet evil black-haired woman violating her cunt and diddling her love button at the same time.
Madame Michele inserted her three fingers as deeply as she could.
She worked a single fingertip over her huge clit as hard and fast as she could.
She was breathing very rapidly, and there was a tiny moan at the end of each of her exhales.
Her groans quickly rose to a crescendo and she stiffened for a moment as she came.
Once her orgasm was over, she seemed to be in control of the situation.
She pulled the clamp off of Donna's erect, black and blue nipple.
She put the clamp back on the hose to the enema bag.
She then wrapped her fingers around the hose right where it disappeared into Donna's straining hole.
With one sudden tug, Madame Michele pulled the skull out of the ass-hole.
She stood off to the side so she would not be in the way of the initial blast.
"RELEASE!" the evil woman yelled at the top of her lungs.
That was the sweetest word that little Donna Dickson had ever heard.
Donna relaxed the muscles she had been tensing, and tensed the ones she had been relaxing.
The room was filled with the sound of a thunderous ripping wet fart.
The first blast of water traveled six feet in the air before splashing down on the plastic sheet that protected the rug.
The water was the color of rust and the room immediately became filled with the scent of deep bowel scum.
At the same time that Donna let out the water, her clit exploded into an intense orgasm.
She could feel her inner cunt muscles contracting in spasms.
She was in the throes of ecstasy. She could not control her pleasure.
For the first time since the water had started to flow into her, Donna unclenched her teeth, and stopped biting her bottom lip.
Her mouth fell gaping open and she let out a deep groan to accompany the released intestinal and vaginal tension.
After the initial blast of shitty water, the rest did not travel as far.
There was a rapid decrease in the water pressure involved.
The last bit of sludge rolled own the insides of little Donna's white, smooth parted thighs.
Ripple after ripple of pleasure soared up and down Donna's pine as the orgasm continued.
Madame Michele threw back her head and let out hoarsey laugh.
"Say it!" the evil woman screamed, one corner of her mouth turned up into an evil half smile.
"I love you," Donna said, her eyes closed. She spoke so low the words were barely audible.
"Say it, louder!" Madame Michele ordered, hands on hips.
"I love you!" Donna said taking a deep breath. The surrender was complete.
The little girl's willpower had been broken forever. She was now completely tame and Madame Michele would not have to worry about her disobeying the rules anymore.
The evil woman went to unlock the cuffs that held Donna's wrists far up above her pretty blonde head.
When the right arm was freed it fell to Donna's side like so much dead weight.
When the other one was released, Donna's legs gave out completely and she crumpled to the floor like a sack of potatoes.
She writhed about on the plastic sheet, finally curling up into a ball.
She had reverted into an embryo position on the floor of the punishment room.
Donna stuck her thumb in her mouth and began to suck on it hungrily.
"SAY IT!" Michele screamed, moving so she was standing directly above the folded little girl.
"I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU!" Donna screamed over and over again, using all of the power her exhausted lungs could muster.
And Madame Michele could tell the words were sincere.
CHAPTER TEN
Madame Michele rang a buzzer of the wall, and quickly two large female hand maidens appeared in the doorway of the punishment room.
"Take her and bathe her. I want her to be thoroughly clean. When she is done, dry her carefully. She will have some sore spots. Blow dry her hair and brush it one-hundred strokes and return her here to me."
"Yes, Mistress Michele," the two girls in the white uniforms said at the same time. They helped Donna to her feet and took her out of the room.
Donna was in a daze and she would have only a vague memory of being led out of the punishment room into a bathroom down the hall.
It was only when she was set in the bottom of the tub and the cold shower was blasted down on her that she woke up enough to fully comprehend what was happening to her.
The two hand maidens only kept the icy water on Donna long enough to snap her out of her daze.
It also helped to wash away a lot of the enema water that had gotten all over Donna as she rolled in it.
The shower was turned off and the tub was filled with warm water.
Donna was allowed to soak peacefully for a moment, to help get some of the ache out of her muscles.
Donna could not help but think of Inga at that moment.
The little girl did not even know if her Swedish friend was dead or alive.
But it all seemed so silly to worry about the insignificant Inga.
There were a lot more important things to think about.
So she started to think about how much she worshiped the head mistress.
Michele had saved her from permanent scarring and had given her one of the most intense orgasms of her life. As the two hand maidens softly bathed Donna with plenty of soap, the little girl realized that she was being prepared to meet her lover.
Donna sighed when she felt tender hands washing her pussy.
She rolled over on her belly in the soapy water and felt her bruised ass cheeks being caressed.
She moaned when they wiped the filth from between her buttocks.
She even loved it when she felt her scalp being massaged as they shampooed her hair.
After she was squeaky clean, and they had made sure to wash all of her nooks and crannies, Donna stepped refreshed out of the tub and sat in a chair next to the tub.
They toweled her dry, patting not rubbing, and were careful not to hurt the spots that had been ravaged the most during the course of the punishment.
They blew dry her hair and brushed it out just the way Madame Michele had requested. They did not put the hair back in pig-tails.
Instead they brushed it down full over the little girl's shoulders.
This made her look a bit older, and even more like an angel.
She was then led back to the punishment room slowly.
Donna was amazed at how the bath had made her feel better.
She could still feel the afterglow in her pussy from the intense orgasm she had experienced.
She could still feel her bowels ringing with warmth and contentment following their battle with the enema.
But the pain in her nipples was decreased, and though she could tell her ass was going to be very sore for a few days, even that felt better.
The two hand maidens disappeared and shut the door tight behind them.
Donna stood alone with the evil dominatrix bitch.
There was lust and passion burning in Madame Michele's eyes.
Donna moved toward the woman and Michele slipped her arms around her waist.
Michele pulled Donna close up against her and hugged her tight.
Their lips met in a long, wet, passionate tongue kiss.
When their lips finally parted, they were both out of breath and their hearts were pounding wildly.
"Have you ever been fucked in the ass?" Michele asked calmly. "Why no. No, I haven't," Donna said tilting her head to one side.
Donna was not used to letting her hair down that way.
She was conscious of her hairs licking at her shoulders and the top of her back.
"Then you still have your ass cherry? Is that right?"
"That enema nozzle was the only thing I've ever had up there except for fingers and tongues."
"Good. This is one cherry I am going to take myself. I will not sell it like your cunt cherry. I want it to be mine, all mine."
"Oh, Madame Michele, I really do love you so much. I will do anything to please you, I swear."
"That is a promise that will be put to a severe test before your tenure in my house is through."
"I promise I will always be good. I will be the best little whore in the whole house. I'll bust my butt to please the men that come to me for pleasure. I will make all of the customers very happy. I will see to it that they get their money's worth from me. I'll be on time for everything and I will never touch another woman, except you of course. You will be my lover of lovers and I will cherish dearly the moments I am allowed to spend with you."
Michele smiled. The punishment had had its proper effect.
The girl had been broken and trained. She would no longer be a discipline problem for the leather-clad, black-haired, evil dominatrix bitch.
Madame Michele moved over to the display table once again.
She picked up the big black rubber foot-long dildo.
Donna looked at the belt and the words "RECTUM WRECKER" burned into it.
She could feel her ass-hole tingling in anticipation.
She knew how much her sphincter would have to stretch in order for that dildo to fit up into her bowels.
She knew that there would be a lot of pain involved but she didn't care.
She had learned her lesson very well by that point.
She knew that the agony was necessary before the ecstasy meant anything.
She knew that her ass muscle was bound to tear and there would be blood.
But that thought did not bother her either. Not in the least.
Any attention she received from the beautiful mistress would launch the pretty little girl straight into Heaven.
Madame Michele picked up the big black dildo and held it in her hand.
She wrapped her fingers around the stalk of the fake cock.
Donna could see that it was so thick Madame Michele's fingers did not make it all the way around.
Madame Michele quickly lowered the dildo to her hips and strapped the leather belt on tightly around them.
The fake cock stuck out straight from her hips, pointing at a slight upward angel like a real erection.
Madame Michele ran her fingertips over the shaft of the cock and moaned.
She was pretending that it was really her penis and she could really derive pleasure from stroking it.
She wrapped her fingers around it once again and pumped up and down on it as if she were trying to jack herself off.
"Donna, I want you to get on your hands and knees on the floor," Michele said sternly with an expressionless face.
Donna dropped to her hands and knees on the black fuck rug.
It was then that she first noticed that the plastic sheet was gone.
Someone had folded it up and discreetly taken it away.
No where was there a sign of the mess Donna had made only a few moments earlier.
"Now fold your arms in front of you so that your weight is on your elbows," Madame Michele said.
Donna could feel both her cunt and her ass-hole throbbing as she did this slowly and gracefully.
"Move your knees apart as far as you can on the rug," Madame Michele ordered, placing her hands on her hips.
The evil woman stood with her hips out in front of the rest of her body.
Michele liked the way that she looked with such an awesome omni-erect member.
Donna moved her knees apart on the rug and she could feel her buttocks part slightly as she did this.
"Now arch your back so your ass is sticking up in the air. Lower your head and place your, cheek on your folded arms."
This too Donna did without a peep of protest. She was looking forward to the brutal violation she was about to receive.
Madame Michele moved so that she was kneeling behind the little girl.
Donna felt fingertips digging into her bruised buttocks.
She felt her ass cheeks being pulled apart harshly.
A single finger found it's way between those tender cheeks.
A fingertip found her relaxed ass-hole and pushed in a couple of inches.
Donna's ass-hole was as relaxed as it could be after the enema.
She could tell that the passageway deep into her bowels had been cleared out and cleansed by the plethora of hot water that passed though it.
Michele wiggled that finger around a little and pushed it in further.
She finally got it in until she was in all the way to her third knuckle.
She worked that finger around in a circle, stretching the sphincter this way and that.
Donna loved the way that finger felt wiggling around inside her.
And she knew that it was nothing compared to the way it would feel when she was being plowed by the dildo.
Michele worked her long middle finger slowly in and out of that rectum.
She would pull her finger almost all the way out, then thrust it back in as hard as she could.
When she pulled her finger out she held it under her nose and smiled.
The little girl still had a little funky scent to her, in spite of the enema.
Michele kept Donna's buttocks separated as far as possible.
She poked her hips forward a little touching the crack of Donna's ass with the tip of the dildo.
Donna could feel how big the head of the dildo was.
She could tell how grossly her ass-hole would have to stretch open.
She knew the pain that that violation would cause her.
Yet she was looking forward to it as much as she had ever looked forward to anything in her life.
Michele moved so that the head of the thick black rubber fake cock was pressing directly against Donna's ass-hole.
Michele began to press forward slowly with her hips.
She kept the pressure steady but forceful as she went.
Donna could feel the ring of muscle around her ass opening.
Farther and farther, her sphincter stretched open under the pressure.
She felt a dull, sweet pain, followed by a sharp pain.
She screamed out and her face turned very red at that point.
She heard a tearing noise and she realized that penetration had been achieved the hard way.
The sphincter had stretched so far it had torn wide open.
That muscle was then useless to resist the violation further.
Donna could feel blood from her ass-hole dripping down the insides of her thighs.
The head of the cock popped inside and Michele sighed with satisfaction.
She kept the steady forward pressure going with her hips.
She could feel herself sinking deeper into the little girl's bowels.
She did this slowly because she wanted Donna to be able to feel and appreciate each fraction of an inch of the hard black rubber pole as it entered her.
After about four inches of this Donna was sure that there was no way that dildo could sink any deeper into her.
But there were eight inches of fake cock left, and the dominatrix bitch was not going to be satisfied until all of those inches were inside.
Donna could feel a new tearing, and a new pain, deep inside her.
She could feel blood from the new wound filling her lower intestine and pouring out of the cracks in her ass-hole.
But just as she felt the pain get worse, the pleasure got better.
The head of the dildo was approaching the magic spot inside her.
Her yearning for an ass-fuck was about to be satisfied completely.
When the head of the cock did strike that point, Donna came.
But, once again, it was an orgasm unlike any she had ever had.
It did not come from her clit and it did not come from her cunt.
But it came from the spot being stimulated, the bowels.
Donna's mouth fell gaping open and she thrashed her head from side to side.
"I'M COMING IN MY ASSHOLE!" she screamed and Madame Michele let out an evil laugh of satisfaction.
With a sudden forward surge of her hips, Michele drove the dildo in a couple of inches deeper.
"DEEPER! DEEPER INTO MY ASSHOLE!" Donna screamed, her back arching even more tightly.
With one more forward lurch of her hips, the mistress drove the rest of the dildo into Donna.
Donna could not believe how good it felt to be filled that completely.
She did not care about the wounds that had been opened and the blood that was still spilling from her anus.
She only cared that the love of her life was touching her in places that she had never been touched before.
The second Michele got the dildo all the way in, she began to pull it out again.
She pulled it out until only the head of the black rubber log was inside her sphincter muscle.
Then the leather-clad bitch began to push the log back inside.
The passageway had opened, expanded, and relaxed by this time.
Madame Michele found it much easier to push inside.
She began to fuck the little girl's ass-hole with a slow steady motion.
Donna could tell that she was going to come again.
All of the pain she was in was translated into pleasure by the time it got to her brain.
All sensation was pleasure as her ass-hole got plowed harder and harder, deeper and deeper.
Donna realized that she had rapidly been transformed into a sensate.
A sensate! She now lived for physical sensation. She was only interested in her mind in terms of how it affected her sensations.
She wanted to live the rest of her life seeking pleasure.
She wanted to always be dominated sexually by Michele.
She knew that she had found her niche in society at last.
It was fate that had made her travel three-thousand miles from her home.
It was her destiny to be Madame Michele's sex-slave.
For a moment she thought about when she had sucked off MacIntyre Symms.
She had been so excited about that at the time, but now it would all be in a night's work.
She realized how far she had come in such a short period of time.
She truly had graduated from innocence to experience, and experience was not nearly as bad as William Blake had made it sound.
She never wanted to return to her simple ways again.
But she knew that many sensates soon become tainted and bored.
They suffer from the ennui of knowing too much too soon.
Donna knew she would spent her life seeking new deviations, new thrills.
She would constantly be searching for a sensation she had never had before.
She figured that orgasms were a lot like snowflakes in one sense.
There were no two climaxes that were exactly alike.
And she wanted to come to know as many of the different varieties as possible. Donna moved her hips back and forth on that black pole so each penetration would be as deep as possible.
Michele reached around and dipped her fingers into Donna's wet cooze as she continued to fuck her ass-hole.
She used the entire length of the dildo with each stroke.
She found the little girl's clit with her fingertips.
Michele flicked her finger across that erect clit hard and fast.
She continued to increase the pace of the fucking motion.
Donna could feel herself having two orgasms at the same time.
Michele was soon plowing that log into Donna's bowels as hard and fast as she could.
Donna came so many times she quickly lost count. It got to the point where she was having one endless orgasm.
Donna figured that was the way she wanted her life to be.
One endless orgasm, lasting throughout the course of eternity.
Michele finally pulled the dildo out of the little girl's ass.
Donna fell exhausted on her belly, her chest heaving for air.
"OH GOD I LOVE YOU!" Donna screamed, and Michele simply smiled and put another notch on her bedpost.
EPILOGUE
Donna Dickson knew that fate had determined the course of her life.
But would it continue to do so?
She had always meant to be a hooker, and a hooker she would be.
A week after her experiences in the punishment room something wonderful happened.
Michele visited and asked her if she wanted to take on a special assignment.
Donna asked what it was, tilting her pretty head to one side.
"I want you to take on three men at the same time," Michele said.
Donna's eyes lit up. She thought it was a super idea.
Michele was pleased and left Donna to prepare for the session.
Donna took a long shower and washed her cunt and ass thoroughly.
The three men showed up an hour later, a little nervous, but aroused.
There names were Albert, Carmine, and Martin, and they were all successful businessmen.
They were in a kinky mood and they thought this would strengthen their friendship.
The three men quickly stripped out of their three piece suits.
Donna was naked already, and was pleased to see that each of them already had erections.
It had already been determined which man would fuck which hole.
It had been easy since they all had different favorite holes.
Albert was an ass man and he wanted to fuck her anus.
Carmine liked sweet cunt so he chose the straight sex.
Martin liked nothing better than getting sucked off.
Donna instructed Carmine to get on her bed on his back.
His big stiff cock lay flat on his belly, throbbing visibly.
Donna straddled his hips with one knee on either side.
She ran her long red fingernails up the shaft of his cock.
He moaned, and she tickled the base of his balls delicately.
Then she wrapped her slim fingers around his pulsating shaft.
He lifted his cock up off his belly and pointed it toward the ceiling.
She moved her hips so his glans was pointing at her open cunt lips.
She ran the tip of his cock up and down her dripping slash.
Then she got the head of his cock between her swollen inner cunt lips.
She began to lower her hips and she felt her lips parting.
The cock slid in easily, riding on her natural lubrication.
As this first penetration was achieved she stretched her legs out behind her.
She could feel the tip of Carmine's cock touching the mouth of her womb.
She instructed Albert to mount her from behind, which he did.
She felt his hands on her tender ass cheeks, massaging the flesh.
He lay down on top of her back and pulled her ass cheeks apart.
She could feel the tip of his hard cock probing the crack of her ass.
Finally he got his glans snugly against her yearning ass-hole.
He began to press down with his hips with a slow steady motion.
She could feel her sphincter opening to allow him inside.
It was a tight fit but she did not feel pain as he penetrated.
Her ass-hole cherry was long gone and she could take a cock comfortably.
He pressed in slowly, and did not stop until he was all the way in.
He could feel her ass muscle gripping at the very base of his cock.
No one was to start their fucking motion until all three were in.
Martin got on the bed and knelt at the very head of it.
He turned so that his rigid prick was pointing toward Donna's face.
She stuck out her tongue and licked the head of his cock softly.
He inched forward and she took his glans inside her mouth.
She sucked on it and rolled her tongue over it at the same time.
Then she opened her mouth further and he thrust forward with his hips.
He drove his ramrod deep into her ready and waiting throat.
Then they all started to fuck at the same time, thrusting together.
Donna could feel the cock in her ass and the cock in her cunt rubbing together.
The sensation was delicious and she started to come immediately.
She had every imaginable kind of orgasm during the hot sex session.
Her ass climaxed, her inner cunt climaxed and her clitoris climaxed.
And sometimes all three happened at the same time.
The pace of the fucking steadily increased as they proceeded.
Soon all three were ramming her as hard and fast as they could.
Donna Dickson had never felt anything so fantastic in her life.
She came so many times she quickly lost count of her comes.
Albert came first, spewing his semen deep in her bowels.
Then Carmine came, bathing her cunt with silver seed.
Last but not least, came Martin, spewing his hump cream in Donna's mouth.
She sucked down every drop of that come, savoring the taste.
She drank down his sticky sperm like a fine imported wine.
Donna could tell that her life was going to be a never ending series of erotic delights.
She hoped that she would never lose her drive to fuck all day and night.
Her lust was insatiable, as was her love for Madame Michele.
And she didn't think much anymore about life in San Diego.
