On every plunge Don made into her liquid, now muscularly contracting depths, he felt himself coming closer to his own orgasm. Actually, when he began his insane thrusting into her, he hadn't cared whether she came to a climax or not, but now he felt her response; her loins moved up to meet him, undulant, supple, her soft, warm cunt-mouth slithering up his rampaging shaft, clasping him in the ancient dance of love. God damn… she's hot… really fucking me back!
'Okay… doll… you ready?' he grunted.
Raising himself, he supported his weight on his hands and began to stroke into her deeper and faster, every plunging motion causing his lust-inflated cock to soar deep up into her belly, eliciting continuous moans of passion from her lips.
'Oh… OOh… OOOoooh! Don! Fuck m-me… hard… harder!'
There was nothing in the world for her now, except the awareness of his thundering prick as it worked smoothly in her now lust-inflamed cuntal passage.
She heard him panting, his breath raspy in his throat, and she knew that he was driving for his own orgasm… that he was making no attempt to satisfy her, too. She had a moment of panic. I won't be able t-to cum!
'Donnnn!' she wailed. 'M-Make me cum… too! Shove your f-finger in my ass!'
He wondered why he hadn't thought of it.
'Okay… you asked for it, baby!' he panted.
Reaching down between their straining bodies, he searched her seething loins, running a finger, briefly, into the viscous moisture which trickled in tiny droplets from the portal of her vagina where his pistoning cock plummeted in and out of her. Then, finding the secret back passage she had pleaded with him to violate, he worked his finger into it to feel the spongy softness of her anal opening. He didn't work it in gradually; he thrust, cruelly, driving it into the tight working little mouth in one sudden plunging motion.
She screamed in masochistic agony. Her hips jerked back and down to escape the searing pain of it. Don didn't withdraw his finger, nor did he slacken his pace, as he realized that he had hurt her. That her scream had done something to him, he couldn't deny… then, incredibly, he felt her squirm her hips, undulating them… screwing them up on his finger to sheathe it completely with the soft clinging sponginess of her back passage.
Then, with both orifices of her loins filled, she began to feel it come to her, as he pounded her, unmercifully; she knew that she would have her release. It was all she wanted. It was everything to her, at that moment!
Wantonly, she crooned her need to him. 'Oh, oh, oooh! Fuck me… Don! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck ME! FUCK ME!'
… Then… it was there! The exploding rapture wiped out everything else. She forgot the pain the fact of her being raped… almost. She soared to meet it. 'AAAAaaaaauuugggggghhhhh Donnnnnn! IIII'mmmmm cuuuuummmmmmiiinngg!'
Her body convulsed under him, her legs jerking out to either side, her head rolling, uncontrollably. This is it! 'AAAaaaauuugggghhhh!'
As she climaxed under him, Don jerked his finger from her anus. He heard it pop and hiss, slightly, and now, supporting himself on elbows and knees, he jackhammered his hard, still-expanding cock deep… deeper and faster into the hot, desperately milking depths of her satiated cunt.
He felt the acid, searing sensation of his ejaculation begin. It hosed from him in quick jets of white, hot, viscous sperm… and he slammed into her with one, final spine-jarring thrust to hold himself immobile while the soul-satisfying sensations swept over him. Time after time, his cock pumped, wildly, until at last he was drained and he collapsed on top of her.
Marcy's arms went around his spent body and she hugged him close to her entwined nakedness. She panted, 'Oh… Don… i-it was super… wonderful!'
'Don't be stupid… Marcy! I didn't mean for it to be!' he mumbled. 'I wanted to hurt you… you know… like punish you…'
'You d-did… but you made m-me cum… too!'
'Quite a show!' It was Ray Donahue who stood at the doorway watching them. 'What's for an encore?'
Don came off the bed fast. He smelled danger, somehow. His rapidly deflating penis pulled from Marcy's pussy with a slight pop, as he rolled off the bed and dived for the.38 on the dresser.
A raucous laugh greeted his acrobatic performance. 'Christ, Don… what's all that for?'
Then, he saw that Ray was not a danger; the tall youth merely stood in the door, nursing his wounded mouth and nose with a wet handkerchief. Don looked at him, sheepishly.
'Nothing… just jumpy…' he said, and put the.38 in his waistband.
'That's mine!' Ray said. 'Give it back to me… and put your cock away… it looks kind of stupid flopping out of your pants like that!'
Don looked down, saw that he was right, and stuffed his flaccid member back into his pants. As he buttoned his fly, he said, 'I'll give you fifty bucks for it.'
'I don't want to sell it… I paid more than…' Ray stopped short, catching himself saying something he hadn't intended to say.
'That figures…!' Don shot back. He reached for his wallet, took out bills and thrust them at his erstwhile friend.
Ray wouldn't take the money from him, so Don stuffed the bills in the tall boy's shirt pocket. 'Just for the record… Marcy saw me pay you… Okay?'
'Hell, Don… you don't have to make a big scene about it… it's just money!'
Don turned to Marcy, a hard, cynical smile on his face. 'Now… Marcy… here's yours!' He flung a twenty- dollar bill at her. It fluttered through the air to land on her sperm-moistened pubic mound. She looked at it, stupidly.
'What's with you, Don? You're acting real weird, tonight!' she murmured, taking the bill in her hand, as she set up in the big bed.
'That's your price… isn't it? Then, that's what I'm paying!' he grunted. '… But, you're sure as hell not worth it!' He picked up his jacket and put it on.
Striding to the door to leave, he added, 'Don't either of you say another word to anybody… about me and Charity!'
He left them staring after him, dumbfounded… nonplussed.
CHAPTER FOUR
It was a somewhat sad and lonely young man who mounted his motorbike and rode away from the Donahue home. There had been, for him, a short-lived thrill in his sadistic treatment of Marcy and a certain satisfaction in his domination of the boy whom he had once considered a friend; however, now as he pulled away from the curb, it was the complete feeling of aloneness that swept over him. If anything were to be done, he had to do it… alone, and if necessary, assume the consequences himself. It was a risky and dangerous undertaking! He had to have some money, fast!
Then, he thought about how stupid his grandstand play had been, back there with Ray and Marcy: fifty bucks for the gun… and twenty… just to be able to tell Marcy off! Damn! That's playing it pretty stupid!
He had to find exactly the right place… the right setup… one that would enable him to make his hit, fast, and would give him a clean getaway, afterward.
Riding up and down the streets of Redfern, he checked out several possibilities: a couple of liquor stores and two or three all-night service stations. It came to him, then; he was thinking of pulling a robbery right in his own home-town where there were too many possibilities of recognition. Why pull something else stupid, now? There are a hell of a lot more places over in San Bernardino!
Decisively, he headed for the larger city; his plan, now, to hit a late-closing liquor store, head toward Los Angeles, to throw off any possible pursuit, then work his way back to Redfern on the back roads. He reexamined his ideas and felt satisfied his plan was workable.
Idling along the streets of San Bernardino, he spotted what he was looking for, a liquor store in a small shopping center. It was the only business establishment still open, and there was but a single clerk on duty within
