That turned out to be a mistake, another shock. Not on account of Earl. She forgot all about Earl and even about the danger down here. She had stumbled in on Witsy with her boyfriend. Kark was fucking Witsy right there on the sofa in the cluttered living room.
She'd barely locked the door and swung around before she saw them. Witsy's long, tan legs up in the air, widely separated. Kark's thick, black body on top of hers, his strong buttocks bucking. Witsy gave high, keening cries of delight and Kark responded with masculine grunts of pleasure.
One of the things that fascinated Donna about Witsy was the black girl's free and easy attitude about sex. So different from her own. Of course, Witsy didn't seem black at all. She was a honey tan, with a Caucasian face, limpid brown eyes, a slim figure with medium breasts that seemed fabulously sensual. She was bold and open, but Donna had never expected anything like this.
Donna stood there, her eyes getting used to the darkened room, seeing it all and trembling from the sudden sight of the two beautiful, adult humans fucking each other.
"Don-Donna-go on into the kitchen-see you-ah, ha, ah-there-in a few minutes," Witsy managed, Kark paid no attention to her at all. His eyes were closed his body drummed into the exquisite tan body that he fucked. Before she hurried to the kitchen Donna saw his stiff black cock riding boldly in and out of Witsy's cunt, gleaming with Witsy's juices. Her heart pounded in excitement to see this intensely intimate act. She'd had so little sex experience she half-believed that nobody ever did anything at all now here it happened right in front of her!
But tonight was so special! In the kitchen, Donna dropped her bundle and stood there shaking. For the first time she understood what this district, Witsy and her people, this house stood for. Sex. In these mean streets, in the living room with its broken furniture, threadbare rug and stained wall, even the kitchen, clean enough, but smelling of ancient meals, with everything sagging and cracked-even cockroaches everything was possible.
She drew deep breaths. She felt a high tingle in her cunt. She moved slightly so that she was hidden from the couple but could see their bodies surging. She felt between her legs and began to masturbate. She seldom did that, but down here everything was possible that was impossible in her own world…
Donna would've been amazed-but the tan girl being fucked on the sofa was… thinking of her! As Kark's cock drove into Witsy's cunt she enjoyed tremendous thrills of exultation.
"Oh, Kark, Kark," she cried in pleasure.
"Mmmmm. Mmmmm." Silent, solemn Kark in his religious fanaticism was away in some dream world, letting his cock and his body drive in sexual pleasure.
You were most alone when fucking, thought Witsy. She loved that. Not having to perform. Street people were like that. You had a lot of sex because it cost nothing and there was not much else to do.
Kark was different from the rest of the group that lived in this house. Kark's Imperial Cluster. Kark proudly limited his sex to her among this crowd of followers. Once in a while she sneaked sex with others but she never told Kark. He might take a knife to her or throw her out. He despised the oversexuality of the poor.
"Ah, ah, ah," she went. His powerful cock had taken her just about there and she wanted to sing with happiness. She truly loved Kark and never more than when she was about to take his burst of liquid joy.
Yet at this peak moment of sex she closed her eyes and thought about Donna's body. That rich, black hair, so lustrous, that fell below Donna's shoulders. The rounded body with the hour glass figure. That long column of Donna's throat, those breasts so much softer than hers. Donna's curves-and her smooth skin, so young, so fresh. It was Donna's curves-and her smooth skin, so young, so fresh. It was Donna's purity, her innocence that deeply excited the tan girl. Why not? Her own sex life had started so long ago. Her people were so blase about sex. Donna's innocence dazzled Witsy.
Kark gave a groan, stopped fucking her and held her buttocks firmly to seed her cunt. She heard his wail of involuntary loss of control and happiness. Then his jism burst into her.
"Ah, God!" she went, faint and dizzy, and her cunt throbbed in sweet orgasm along with his. Over the years Witsy had complete control of her orgasms.
Kark, finished, quickly rose, dressed and went to find Earl Minton. Kark did not like Donna or any white woman. He prided himself on not being sexually interested in white women. "White like bathroom walls. Dull. Nothing," he always said.
He left the house and left Witsy hot for the virgin girl in the kitchen. Witsy, naked, joined Donna. The white girl had a flushed look about her that told Witsy she'd been masturbating. Good! Donna had told Witsy she seldom played with herself and never had orgasms. Well, down here the uptight girl had begun to loosen.
Witsy hugged Donna. "Baby!"
Donna averted her eyes from Witsy's nudity. "Oh, Witsy, I'm so sorry I walked in on you and Kark."
Witsy hands raced lightly over the white girl's lush body. She was high and meant to cash in on Donna's jacking off also. "Forget it. Kark doesn't mind. I don't mind. We fuck a lot in the Imperial Cluster."
"Oh, Witsy!"
"Did you get it off, kid?" asked Witsy. "You know I didn't," said Donna, shocked by the direct question. That was Witsy, always saying the direct, open thing. "I can't do myself."
"You sure got if off last night," said Witsy. She recalled the episode between herself and Donna from last night when the two girls had sat alone, late at night in Kark's van, and Witsy had made first sexual contact with the innocent girl.
Last night Donna had talked about life in the sorority house, how everything was boys! And how bashful the girls were about their bodies in front of each other. While she talked, Witsy began to kiss and fondle her. It embarrassed Donna-and thrilled her. She protested but that seemed to delight Witsy who kissed her in earnest, hands boldly stroking Donna's body.
It was a key moment in Donna's life, so different than her dates with boys. Somehow girl kissing seemed safe and comfortable, especially with the good looking Witsy. Witsy kissed Donna about the neck, finding all those shiver spots and Donna felt wild streaks of exquisite anticipation even as she protested. Especially when Witsy dipped her hands inside Donna's blouse and undid her bra to stroke Donna's breasts.
"Witsy, we shouldn't!" breathed Donna. Her cunt flowed as the warm palms made her nipples grow hard.
"Nonsense," said Witsy. Then she kissed Donna and forced her tongue into the white girl's mouth. It was the first time ever that Donna had felt a hot, sexy tongue inside her mouth. She twisted in repulsion, and then pleasure, as Witsy French kissed her and played lasciviously with her tits. She thrilled as Witsy sucked out her saliva and pulled Donna's tongue into her own mouth to nibble it gently. Oh, God.
From there it was only a step to Donna's first orgasm brought on by another person. Witsy's hand dipped inside Donna's pants to find Donna's cunt, already wet. Witsy began to jack off the stirred-up girl. That was when she'd discovered Donna's virginal obstruction.
"You've still got your plug, you lucky bitch," breathed Witsy.
"I'll never lose it," cried Donna. "I'm frigid. My dates tell me that."
"Shit," said Witsy. "You're a walking sex bomb, crazy to explode."
Under the drive of Witsy's fingers, and excited Donna spread her legs and let Witsy stroke her clitoris. In no time Donna rose up to sex glory and went into a wild orgasm, throbbing and squeezing her legs on Witsy's hand. It was a delicious, delirious surrender.