Stan the Man liked hanging out at Lovers' Lane. A guy never knew what he was going to see there. Stan made a point of going there as much as he could.
Stan's real last name was Maynan. The reason everybody called him the Man was that once, during the Korean War, he'd sweet talked a Korean girl into returning with him to the barracks. She'd been some sort of an heiress, nothing like the various sluts and whores the troops usually got stuck with.
Together with his friends, Stan had gang-banged the chick until her belly was covered with cum and she passed out from, too much fucking. They'd slapped him on the back and called him the Man ever since.
Now Stan was going on fifty, and he was a janitor, fat and kind of ugly, and he was the first to admit he wasn't much of anything. But Stan still enjoyed Lovers' Lane. He went there every evening to hide in the bushes and peer in car windows and generally see what was going on. Every year the sights got better. These days it was hard to believe how early teenage girls began fucking.
But never had he seen anything like Donna. Not in nearly twenty years of being a peeping Tom. Through the lacquered, sweater-clad girls of the Frankie Avalon era; to the hippie chicks of the late sixties; to the disco girls who pulled down their stretch pants just long enough for a fast hump… Nothing like Donna, not with such long black hair and enormous tits, nothing with a beautiful, angelic face like this.
As Tom's station wagon had pulled under the trees, Stan had been beating his meat in the bushes. Sneaking up on the car and peeping through the steamed windows, he'd known – instantly – that he somehow had to have Donna for himself. As soon as Tom had left the car he'd hit him over the head with a rock and climbed aboard.
And now Donna was about to be raped.
"Who are you?" she asked breathlessly, squinting in childlike bewilderment at the shadowy figure crawling into the back of the station wagon. "Where's Tommy? What are you doing here?"
"Your boyfriend's asleep for a little while," Stan croaked hoarsely. He joined Donna in the bed of the wagon and began to struggle with his sweat-caked clothes. "My name's Stan. I'm going to fuck you."
"What are you… Godddd," Donna squealed. Gradually she began to understand what was going to happen, and made a feeble effort to cover her nakedness with her hands. "You can't do that! What did you do to Tommy! Leave me alone!"
Stan chuckled. Quickly he pulled off his slacks and cum-stained underwear, leaving himself naked except for his shoes and shirt.
Even in the darkness, Donna could see the size and hardness of his prick. It was a big, stiff one, a much larger cock than her boyfriend had. The shaft of Stan's dick was incredibly thick, as if it would have been more at home on a horse than a man. Donna couldn't imagine such an enormous hard-on fitting into her teenage cunt.
"Give me a blow job, baby," Stan whispered.
Crouching under the roof, he moved toward her. Donna felt his spongy cockhead ooze cream onto her shoulder. His hand reached out to squeeze the enormous globes of her tits. "Goddamn but you got a nice pair of knockers! Come on, little honey, suck Stan off!"
Donna was too confused and horrified to offer any real resistance to her attacker. What had happened to Tommy? Who was this man? This couldn't be happening!
She lay motionless across the cushion as Stan straddled her, sitting on the cushion of her big tits and thrusting his cock against her chin. The next thing Donna knew, she felt his purple dickhead pulsating against her lips.
"Suck it, honey," Stan muttered obsessively. He grabbed her thick black hair and cruelly pulled her head up with it, thrusting his iron like prick against her mouth. "You know how to suck a cock, don't you? Just like candy, like a lollipop! Suck it hard!"
"Nooo," Donna mewled. She shook her head confusedly, blushing as her lips rubbed against the top of his prick. "No, I won't… Let me go…"
Holding her hair with one hand, Stan lifted his arm and slapped her cheek hard.
"I said suck it, baby!" he commanded, pulling her hair until it felt like it was going to come out by the roots. "You don't want me to hurt you, do you? I'll kill you if I have to! Take it in your mouth, right now!"
The tears flowed freely from Donna's innocent wide eyes. No one had ever hit her before not ever. All at once she realized she had no choice.
Blushing shamefully, Donna opened her mouth. The throbbing head of Stan's dick passed between her lips, and she felt the saltiness of his cum oozing onto her tongue. Awkwardly Donna clasped her lips wetly around his cock-shaft. Then she started sucking, drawing her cheeks juicily along the pink, swollen flesh of his prick.
Stan grimaced obscenely and held Donna's head tightly by the hair, making it impossible for her to withdraw her mouth from his burning hard-on. His hips rocked gently, fucking his stiff dick down her throat. "That's right, baby! Oh, you're such a pretty little girl! Work out now… work on my meat… SUCK it, ahhhh!"
Donna continued to suck. Gradually the kissing, licking, clinging actions of her lips became more pronounced, less reluctant. She was enjoying it now, she realized. The thought made her blush deeply with shame, but she couldn't help it.
I like it, she thought feverishly. His cock is so big and hard. I like the way it feels in my mouth. Oh, God, I can feel the cum oozing out of his prick… all over my tongue… I want all of it… I want to make his dick spurt down my throat!
"Deeper now, baby. Suck all of my dick!" Stan commanded hoarsely. He pulled her hair and jammed his hips forward, making Donna gag as she took nearly half of his thick cock between her lips. "Suck it hard, as hard as you can! Make me cum!"
Abruptly, Donna gave up all effort to behave decently under the circumstances. Her pussy was a dripping, sopping mess. She could feel the burning heat between her pink cuntlips, soaking the curly hairs of her mound with juice. She wanted to drink down her rapist's cum. He was raping her, after all – what difference did it make how she behaved?
Donna wrapped her hand tightly around, the blue-veined, shaft of Stan's hard-on. Instinctively she began to milk the loose flesh up and down, jerking his dick off into her mouth. Her free hand toyed with the hairy sac of his balls.
His asscheeks were fat, and sagging, but Donna didn't care. Just feeling his naked, hairy ass turned her on. She dug her hand into one of the cheeks and, as her mouth sucked feverishly around his bulbous cock-knob, clawed the cheek with her fingernails as hard as she could.
"More, baby, more!" Stan pleaded.
His prick was incredibly stiff now, like a length of iron pipe. Donna could feel his nuts tightening with cum along the underside of his cock. Her rapist was very close to blowing his wad.
"Suck hard now, honey! Unh, unh, oh shit, I'm gonna spurt!"
"Ungggg," Donna gasped. Wet, gulping, gurgling sounds oozed out of her throat as she continued to suck greedily on his delicious tasting cock. She took a deep breath through her flared nostrils, and punched her head into his stomach, nearly choking as she took almost all of his cock down the buttery wetness of her throat.
"Ohhh," Stan moaned. He jerked spasmodically, holding his throbbing cock between her lips. "Oh, yes, baby… there it is… ahhhhgggg…"
An explosion of white cream shot out of his fat spongy cockhead, gushing down Donna's throat. Immediately Donna realized how much she loved the taste of his jism. Happily she went on sucking, pumping her cheeks in and out to gulp down all of his cum.
Spurt after spurt of salty jism squirted out of his cum-slit. When the last drops had burned out of his dick Donna's belly was full with his jism. She smiled wantonly and licked the traces of jism from her lips.
"Oh, Christ," Stan sighed. His rock-hard prick still jerked and twitched before Donna's lips, as if the force of his cum had frozen it into total hardness. "I can't, believe… I ain't had such a fucking good blow job in as long as I can remember!"
Donna continued to smile up at him, her eyes shining with innocent, teenage lust. She was so horny now that she'd forgotten about her boyfriend, lying unconscious somewhere in the weeds next to the station wagon. All she knew was that her nipples were stiff, and her little pussy was wet and hot.
She wanted Stan to fuck her now. She didn't care that he'd just cum buckets into her stomach, or that he was a rapist, or that he looked exactly like the filthy old degenerate he was. All she cared about was her need to have his fat cock embedded in her cunt tunnel, thrusting in and out.
"I still got… jeez, I still got a hard-on," Stan muttered, staring down wonderingly at his still-rigid prick. "Okay, baby, let's turn over on your belly now. Time to get laid."
Donna obeyed instantly, not bothering to ask if Tom was all right or if Stan was ever going to leave her alone. The small bulge of her belly fit against the edge of the cushion, as she lay on top of it. She spread her shapely thighs apart, exposing the hairy mouth of her pussy beneath her asscheeks.
"Oh, God," Stan moaned. His eyes widened as he studied the gorgeous, naked young girl, spread-eagled on her belly before him, just begging for his cock. "I never had anything like this before. I swear, you are such a juicy little pussy!"
"GO ahead," Donna giggled salaciously. She squirmed her pussy on the cushion and reached behind her. Digging her fingers into the cheeks of her ass, she spread them apart so her rapist would better be able to ram his cock all the way into her wet fuck-hole. "You can stick it in me now. My pussy's all wet! Go ahead and fuck me!"
Stan lay across Donna's succulent nakedness. Writhing against her flattened asscheeks, he held the base of his dick and carefully fit the swollen knob against the pouting mouth of her cunt.
Her pussy walls sucked around his aching dick, encouraging him to stab it into her tunnel. Already Stan knew this would be the tightest, wettest, most delicious cunt he'd ever fucked. With a heavy sigh he fell forward, stabbing over half of his throbbing hard-on into the greasy, sucking depths of her pussy.
Going into me now! Donna thought feverishly. She gasped shamelessly with pleasure as she felt the thick, stiff shaft slipping into her pussy, separating the walls of her cunt.
It's so big and hard! she thought. I love it like this… I love being fucked… oh yes, I want it all now… fuck me hard… make me cum!
"Unggggh," Donna grunted. Eagerly she began to rock and buck and hump her ass, thrusting her pussy back onto the satisfying length of Stan's hard-on. "Fuck me now, oh please," she whimpered. "Ungggghh! It feels so good! Oh fuck meee, all the way in!"
For a moment Stan kept his prick buried to the balls in Donna's hot pussy, savoring the way her strong young muscles tried to suck the cum out of his dick. Then he started fucking her.
His hands moved up her sides, clasping the huge, globes of her fat-nippled tits. Donna moaned throatily and lifted her torso so he could get more of her creamy-white tits into his palms. Stan furiously pumped his ass over her helpless body, steadily ramming his aching cock into the pink, hair-fringed slit of her pussy.
"Unh, unk, unh, unh," Donna grunted repeatedly. Hotly she humped up her ass, whimpering every time Stan buried his dick to the root in her hungry cunt. "Fuck me now. Oh yes, squeeze my tits, fuck me haaarrrddd!"
"Your tits are so fucking big," Stan grunted. He pawed obscenely at her jugs, admiring their size and firmness, the way the stiff nipples rubbed against his palms. "God damn… think I'm gonna cum again! Oh, Christ, your cunt's so Goddamn tight!"
"F-f-fuck meee!" Donna stammered. She clawed the floor and whipped her ass up in a frenzy of passion, making the station wagon bounce with the fury of their humping. "I'm so hot now! Unh, fuck my cunt, I'm gonna cum too! Awwww yes, fuck meeeee!"
Suddenly Stan pulled back, withdrawing all of his cock from the buttery wetness of her pussy. Donna grimaced in surprise as she felt his hands roughly separating the cheeks of her ass. The next thing she knew, something big and hard was pushing against the puckered ring of her little virgin asshole.
"Unh… what're you doing?" she whispered. She tried to glance around her shoulder at her rapist, "Stop it! Not there! I want you to keep on fucking me!"
"I'm gonna fuck your asshole," Stan confessed hoarsely. He felt her rubbery little asshole muscles sucking around the tip of his cock, and the excitement of it filled his prick with fresh stiffness. Clawing Donna's bouncing asscheeks with his hands, he began to ram down into her, forcing inch after inch of his big dick into the sucking grip of her asshole.
"Awwww nooooo!" Donna cried. Instantly the pain seemed to overwhelm her, stiffening her entire body and sending an agonized blush coursing over her flesh. She felt the walls of her asshole separating reluctantly to admit the driving shaft of Stan's cock. "Stop! You're hurting me! Awwwww, God, take it out!"
Stan ignored her. "Fucking you, baby," he whispered mechanically, and relentlessly hammered his iron-hard cock farther and farther into the rubbery sheath of her asshole. "Oh, shit, that's good. You've got such a nice, tight, wet little ass… so good."
With a final thrust Stan rammed all of his aching hard-on up Donna's ravaged asshole. Helpless beneath him, Donna nearly passed out from the sudden spasm of pain. Then he started fucking her, pulling out of her ass nearly all the way before ramming his cock back in, thrusting his prick into her puckered anal ring again and again.
"Unggghhhh," Donna groaned. Soon she felt the pain in her asshole subsiding, replaced by a dull throbbing sensation that was different, and more pleasurable than anything she'd ever known. "Oh God…" She wriggled on the cushion, squirming her asscheeks against Stan's belly as he continued to ram his dick deeper and deeper into the hot tunnel of her asshole. "Oh my… oh, oh, oh, yes, nnnggggg."
"You like it now, don't you?" Stan chuckled. Releasing her asscheeks, he moved his hands to her tits and hungrily kneaded the juicy globes of her huge knockers. "Yes, baby, you like getting your little asshole fucked… it feels good now, doesn't it? Tell me the truth!"
"Fuck meeee!" Donna gasped. Shamelessly giving in, she humped her pussy off the cushion as fast and as hard as she could. "Oh, yes, I love it now! More! Fuck my asshole! Unh, unh, unh, I'm gonna cum, fuck me harder, haaaard!"
The station wagon was now jerking nosily up and down. Donna felt Stan's big cock thrusting hotly up her asshole, his hairy stomach brushing her asscheeks with every thrust.
"Finger yourself," he muttered. "Go ahead. You know you want to. Play with your pussy!"
Donna thrust her hands under her naked body, groping for the hairy triangle of her cunt. Two fingers slipped into the wet fissure of her pussy. A third caught the stiffened bud of her clit and rolled it hard, and the sensation merged with the pleasure in her ravaged ass.
She came immediately, much harder than she had with Tom earlier that evening, harder than she ever had in her life. As the spasms overwhelmed her Donna bucked and jerked on the cushion like a bitch dog, greedily humping her wide-open asshole onto Stan's cock again and again.
"Fuck meeeeee!" she moaned. "Awwww, yes, feel it now, in my asshole, unh, unh, cuuummmiiinnngg!"
The cum lasted nearly a minute, almost sending Donna into unconsciousness with the strength of the spasms. Her nipples stiffened like two little rocks; her asshole muscles clenched and milked powerfully around the driving shaft of Stan's hard on.
"Oh fuck," Stan moaned. He rammed his cock all the way into her asshole, sighing as he felt his hairy nuts swell with cum beneath his prick. "Cumming too… ahhh yes… ahhhh!"
A thick gob of jism burst from Stan's bloated knob, gushing deep into Donna's burning ass tunnel. It was followed by squirt after squirt of hot, running crew. Stan gasped with pleasure and feverishly pumped his spurting cock in and out of her asshole, wincing as the last droplets of his second cum oozed from the slit in the tip of his cock.
"Oh, Jesus, was that ever good," Stan sighed. "I swear, you are the best little fuck I ever had in my life!" Grinning, he pulled his softening prick out of her asshole and groped for his pants.
"Ohhhhh," Donna moaned. She lay panting on the cushion with her eyes tightly shut, unable to say anything or move a muscle. "Unnhhhhh!"
"Be seeing you, baby," Stan laughed.
Donna beard him struggle into his pants, then open the door and shut it behind him as he fled into the bushes.
She was alone again. Donna sighed and wriggled her pussy pleasurably on the cushion, content to while away the moments until Tom returned. She felt so happy now. Her whole body seemed to throb with the pleasure of having her cunt and mouth and asshole initiated together into the joys of fucking, all in one night. She didn't want to be a virgin any more, even if she could have been. All she wanted was more fucking.
Donna heard a sound next to the station wagon, followed by a miserable groan. A minute later a disheveled Tom joined her in the back.
"Jesus, what happened?" he muttered groggily. "Christ, have I got a headache. Did I get knocked out or something?"
"Hmmm?" Donna murmured lazily.
"All I know is, I got out of the car to take a leak, then whammo, the lights go out!" Tom said, shaking his head in confusion. "What happened? Did I get hit with a branch or something?"
For a moment Donna considered telling Tom the truth, that he had been knocked out by a rapist who had then fucked her mouth, cunt and asshole. But she quickly decided against it. What was the point in telling her boyfriend something he didn't have to know?
"Well," Tom persisted. "Did you see anything?"
"I never see anything, lover," Donna purred, suppressing a giggle. "You know me."