Chapter 30

Donna knew where she was as she turned around to get a better look behind her. The pink mounds were her lips being pressed back and what she saw was what lay between. She knew she couldn’t stay, but the pleasure she was bringing to her own clit made it difficult to do anything. Had it just been her clit; she would’ve had the strength to fight, but felt new pleasures on her nipples as they sucked together.

Knowing she was on her own body brought about a greater awareness of what the dark thing wanted. She had to reach her pale flesh before her before the pleasure made it unbearable to move. Dicks were coming and couldn’t be where she was when they entered her, since the pleasure would make it impossible to move.

She looked down to see a vast chasm and too much distance to be cleared. A shadow passed over head, which caused her to turn. It was their dicks moving fast. She took a deep breath of her own pussy and refused to let her mind wonder to the flavors that remained on her tongue. With only seconds to spare before they entered, she leaped out.

Her hands caught flesh as her body tried to slide down, but managed to kick her legs in to keep from falling. The pleasure wasn’t as immense as it was, since her clit was no longer at the receiving end of her feet. Donna managed to pull her body up as she felt them enter her pussy together and moaned out. Her feet wanted to give way, but knew she couldn’t stay.

She looked at her hard nipples in the distance, which were no longer being pleasured by the twins. A dark cloud formed as she moaned out from greater pleasure tearing through her body. It was the dark thing hovering over her and knew she couldn’t go forward.

She turned and saw the only safe place was on the edge of her lips as massive dicks began to fuck her hard. A certainty tore through her more powerful than the pleasure. If she wasn’t in the right spot when her orgasm hit, the dark thing would win. Whatever it had planned for her, she wasn’t ready to face.

She raced as she moaned out and fought; not against the dark thing trying to get to her, but herself. Every thought she could think of to keep her orgasm from hitting her crossed through her mind. There was one that stood out, but it was a haze behind the pleasure.

An image came clearly, which lessened the moans. It was the face of Miss Betsy, her second-grade teacher. She had lorded her womanhood over the students, which caused all the girls to hate her. The boys all had crushes on her, which meant none were interested in them. They may have been too young to understand much, but not too young to have innocent crushes that went unreturned.

Seeing her red bangs cut across her green eyes gave her the strength to continue as she breathed heavily. There was no exertion from the run, but from the pounding she could see taking place before her. Both dicks were in unison as they buried themselves deep, but Donna kept her mind pressed to the image of the first person she ever hated.