Chapter 7

Afterwards, Suzanne remembered something Yvonne had said to her, long before she moved to the Wayne Campus. They had been talking about relations with boys, and Yvonne had made the comment: "When rape is inevitable, relax and enjoy it."

As she watched Yvonne's robe being torn away from her body, she realized that there was no sense in trying to resist any longer. The young men were going to get what they came for, and any resistance would only make it worse. Her only thought was that Donald at least had shown a little more consideration than his brother, who was holding her tightly, his one hand squeezing her breast through her robe.

She turned to him, and looked up imploringly. "Can we choose partners?" she asked timidly.

Ted stared at her and guffawed. "Well, whaddya know?" he said. "So who's your choice?"

Suzanne's eyes went over to Donald, who had been staring at her longingly, despite his arms around Carole. He caught the glance and responded.

"Donald," she whispered. "I want Donald."

Carole's eyes flashed, and Yvonne spoke up loudly.

"You little bitch," she spat out. "You don't want Donald. You probably want 'em all, you whore."

Suzanne flushed, shaken by the viciousness of the words. Donald pushed Carole forward to Ted's waiting hands, and came over to seize Suzanne, closing his lips over hers and pressing her close to his body. She felt his sex, already half-hard through his pants, and then his hands were fumbling with her robe, pulling it off her. She felt a welling-up of desire in her groin as his fingers caressed her bare back, and his mouth on hers had already begun its erotic arousal.

Clayton had undone his pants, which fell to the floor. His one hand held Yvonne, while the other freed his legs from the jeans. His penis, beginning to rise, projected from between his dark brown thighs, angry and aggressive-looking. Yvonne stared down at it, and she set her lips in a thin line.

Ted's hands had torn away Carole's robe, and he was busily sucking her breasts. It had happened so quickly, almost all at the same time, Suzanne realized afterwards. She remembered Yvonne's words of wisdom: kick 'em in the crotch; scream; run; do anything but don't give in. She realized now how so many rape cases occurred; logic and reason disappear beneath the incredible fear that paralyzes the mind and renders the body incapable.

Her pronouncement over her preference for Donald had been predicated by her instinct that the boy would treat her better than either of the other two. And if it was going to happen, she reasoned, why not let it be with the one she felt something for? At least she did feel something for Donald, while Ted and Clayton aroused only fearful aversion within her, despite her perverse thoughts about being penetrated by Clayton's massive tool.

Ted was dragging Carole over towards the couch, his one hand clawing at his belt and his fly. By the time he pushed her down, his penis had sprung forth, erect and jerking in the air, eager to sink into her yielding form. Clayton was on the floor with Yvonne, covering her body with his own and pushing his penis slowly and inexorably up between her thighs towards its ultimate goal.

Suzanne clung to Donald and whispered in his car, "Be gentle. Be nice." He looked into her eyes. "Remember, I like you," he said quietly, and then their lips met with incredible passion, and she felt him undoing his shirt and his pants. In a few minutes he was naked, and they were lying on the floor, his legs on top of her own, his arms holding her shoulders and his mouth on hers, their tongues wildly licking each other's lips and mouths. Suzanne felt her breasts responding to the rubbing of his chest, their nipples firm as marbles. Her vagina was oozing her juices, and her canal trembled with desire. For the moment, the fear was gone; she seemed even unaware of what was happening to the others. She was only conscious of the boy on top of her, holding her firmly yet tenderly, while his penis grew to rigid excitement between her legs, expanding to its total length and thickness, oozing lube from its wide cockslit in readiness for its final thrust into her.

Vaguely she heard Carole's angry mutterings and Yvonne's throaty protests, but she couldn't care at that moment. If it was going to happen, she intended enjoying it to the fullest. The tiger in her loins sprang free; inhibition flew out the window; the little girl from Grosse Pointe was once more the rabid sexualist eager for every pleasure her body could give and receive.

"Oh, wow, is this something!"

"Good tits, lookit them tits."

"Good pussy, baby, good pussy."

The living room resounded to the obscene grunts and comments of the three boys as they each concentrated on their particular pleasure, calling each other's attention to their achievements and methods.

"Git yo' rocks off quick," said Clayton throatily, "'Cos then we'se really gonna have some fun."

Oh, God, thought Suzanne, it's all my fault. I've brought this mess on Yvonne and Carole. If it hadn't been for my telling them, they'd have never been involved like this. And now they were all going to get it.

Donald's hands began feeling her nipples, and her regrets faded away beneath the rising waves of sensation that engulfed her. She moaned and felt her body responding, grinding against him, and her hands clawed at his smooth back. Her nails dug in and he flinched beneath her pressure. His teeth descended on her nipples, biting gently, grinding back and forth and sending stabs of delight through her body. She felt her vagina contract, hot, wet and aching with desire. His penis, rock-hard, slid up between her legs, and the head touched her bush, pushing between the pulsating lips and into her, thrusting past her clitoris and into her canal.

She groaned, and then the animal in her came to the surface and she whispered in his ear, "Deeper, deeper, oh, God, fuck me, Donald, fuck me." And he sank all the way, with the head of his cock all the way to the opening of her womb, filling her vagina with the most exquisite sensations. She began moving her hips, thrashing under him, gripping his shaft as he plunged in and out, quivering from the delirious ecstasy that was coursing through his limbs. He moaned, "Suzanne, Suzanne, good pussy, baby, tighter, tighter," and his lips went wild over her skin, licking her shoulders, her neck, her ears, her breasts, thrilling her even more as they blended their bodies, settling down to a slow steady rhythm that gradually increased with their passion.

Behind her head, Suzanne was vaguely aware of the deep, heavy breathing as Clayton rammed his rod into Yvonne, her legs spread apart, her mouth shut tight, stubbornly refusing to give vent to any expression of appreciation. But the colored boy continued his fucking, ignoring her lack of response, conscious only of the tightness of her canal around his thick shaft, and the exquisite sensations that were lifting him higher and higher as he moved his hips with monotonous regularity.

Ted was supporting himself on his arms, watching as he slid his prick in and out of Carole's mouth, while he pinned her down with his hands and his knees. She had quit struggling and was submitting to the inevitable, awkward as it was to encompass Ted's enormously thick cock within her mouth. "Lick it, lick it," he kept saying. "Get it ready for fucking."

Suzanne found her ears resounding to the combined grunts, moans and gasps of breath from the boys and from herself and the girls. The room seemed to vibrate with their combined thrusting, in, out, up, down, each one concentrating on the achievement of the ultimate ecstasy, the most pleasurable climax.

She felt a surge of deep longing for Donald's penis to bury itself even deeper within her. With an agile movement, she lifted her legs, wrapped them around his waist, and pulled his shoulders closer to her. He moaned and felt his rod probe even more, and she gasped as she felt the broad, thick head touch the opening to her womb, and she pictured its smooth red surface pulsating as her own flesh enclosed it tightly, squeezing it tantalizingly, pushing him even higher than he was, floating on clouds as their bodies seemed to leave the floor.

"Oh, Donald, Donald," she cried out. "Fuck me deeper, fuck me deeper."

From behind her she heard a muffled gasp, and then Yvonne's voice rang out, "Like I said, a goddamn little whore, begging for it. You bitch!"

Suzanne didn't care. She was too thrilled with the ecstasy that suffused her loins, enchanted by the smoothness of the boy's skin, his flawless complexion and handsome young face above her own, his muscular arms that held her, and his virile stiff throbbing penis which was impaling her with such force and such tenderness at the same time. She could tell he wasn't ramming into her the way the others had done. He was enjoying every second of it, but conscious that her pleasure was also important. He would push his cock in, hold it there, twisting it and turning it, and she felt his pubic bone rub her clitoris, sending chills through her, combining with the deeper penetration of his shaft. She knew it wasn't from experience, but merely an instinctive desire to please her, the way he manipulated himself within her; his licking of her body, her breasts, her mouth, were also filled with a hungry yearning for her satisfaction as well as his own. She knew when she and Sam finally made it, it would be like this; not merely animal sex, but a feeling of warmth and tenderness as well.

"Oh, Donald," she moaned. "It feels wonderful."

"You, too," he replied, and her vagina responded with even greater contractions around his shaft.

"Oh, oh, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come," he moaned quickly. "Oh, Jeez, I don't wanna, not now. Easy, easy. Stop, stop." He held his penis deep within her, and ceased any motion, but Suzanne couldn't stop. She had felt the beginnings of her own climax, and she wanted it then; she manipulated her hips, and her cunt gripped the shaft within her canal, and she humped herself on his rod. He groaned, and then began his movements once more, getting faster and faster, his body trembling, and his hands clawing all over. Then he opened his mouth and let forth a cry, and then his lips closed over hers, and their bodies shook as his penis ejaculated deep within her vagina; she felt the hot load of his come, shooting into her, and joining her own juices that oozed from her innermost depths, slickly sliding down her crevice, lubricating his shaft even more as it quivered with each shot; he moaned, and she felt like ten thousand bolts of lightning were going off inside her cunt; they shivered together until the last drop of his seed had been drained from his tube by her quickly contracting cunt, squeezing his shaft to get the last possible pleasure from it, buried in her; and then slowly she felt him begin to get soft and slide back out. She tried to relax, to grip him, to move her hips; anything to keep that wonderful piece of meat within her. But it was no use. He raised up and with a little plop! he pulled out; Suzanne looked down and saw his penis lying across his leg.

She reached out and took it in her slim fingers, holding it and caressing its length, pulling the skin back to expose the head. A last drop of come oozed out of his slit, and she bent down and licked it off with her tongue, tasting its saltiness, savoring its animal flavor before swallowing it, and looking up into his eyes. He was staring at her with frankly adoring sparkle; his mouth grinned at her, and his hand came out and stroked her hair.

"You're something else," he murmured.

"You, too," she replied, and her head went down and closed around his shaft, taking its softness within her mouth and licking gently with her tongue. He lay back and closed his eyes, savoring the sensations.

Clayton was working up slowly to his orgasm, getting little response from Yvonne, who was determined not to cooperate, despite her silent admission to herself that his penis was the best she had ever felt within her vagina; it was even bigger than Jeff's, and the boy knew how to work it. In, out, slow, fast, rotate it, let it slide out; he knew all the angles, but much as he tried he could not elicit any physical response from her. Perversely she lay still, her arms at her sides and a sneer on her lips. He tried to kiss her, but finally gave up, relishing only the feel of her flesh around his penis as he fucked her.

Ted was still pumping his organ in and out of Carole's mouth. He had moved up a little, so that his hands could reach her breasts, and he was pinching her nipples with one hand and feeling her cunt with the other, his finger probing her flesh and touching her clitoris. She felt the eager response in her loins and began moving. Finally Ted moved quickly down, plunged his organ into her quivering cunt, and lay flat on top of her as he ejaculated. He moaned heavily, but did not cry out. When he was through, he lifted up and pulled out, staring down at her. He looked over at Clayton.

"These two are cold as ice," he commented. "Come on, let's get with the other chick."

"I ain't come yet," said Clayton, "but I'm almost there."

"Good. Fuck Suzanne in the ass," said Ted, "and I'll get her in front."

Suzanne heard them, and her eyes opened wide. She looked at them as they crawled across the floor, ignoring Yvonne and Carole. "Donald," she whispered. "Oh, no, please..."

"Shut up, bitch," said Clayton. "Poppa's comin' home."

"Yvonne!" Suzanne's voice wailed, and Yvonne looked over at her with a sneer on her face.

"Have at it, baby," she snapped. "Obviously you love it, you cheap little tramp. Fuck her, Clayton, give her everything you've got. She'll love that big black dick of yours up her ass."

Suzanne watched, fascinated, as Clayton approached, his penis thicker than normal, swollen and slick from the action with Yvonne. The skin was slid back, exposing the purplish head which looked so large she wondered how it would ever enter her anus. But then, over and above her feelings of fear, she knew she wanted it. She wanted to feel it penetrate her, to thrust deep within her, to violate her totally.

His dark hands clamped on her buttocks, and he moved his hips up so that his rod pushed between her cheeks and pressed against her anus. His fingers came around, one hand over her mound, the other on her stomach, and he gripped her firmly, moving his prick so that the end slid into her, and she gasped. The pain was excruciating.

"Oooh, easy," she gasped, and he laughed cruelly.

"Easy, she says. You know black boys don't do it easy, baby. We got the equipment and we know what to do with it. And you're gettin' it, hard and fast... now!"

He pushed forward, and she felt his length slide into her, and she screamed. She felt sure he had ripped her open. Then slowly he began thrusting in and out, and with every movement she felt the warm glow-return to her loins. His fingers were caressing her clitoris, and she moved in rhythm with him.

"Hey, Ted, come over here and do somethin' with this pussy," Clayton said. "Give it to her."

Ted slid across the floor until he was between her legs. He had been watching, fingering his penis, coaxing it back to firmness after shooting into Carole's mouth. He pushed Donald out of the way and began moving closer, pushing his half-hard cock towards Suzanne's dripping cunt.