Cane Lake Ch. 01

"Donna! I'm going to cum in your mouth if you don't..."

"Don't be such a fucking weenie. If she wants to guzzle your jizz let her have it with both barrels, bro!"

SHUT! UP! Brian!

"Donna! I'm about to... I'm going to..."

*Slup* *Slup* *Slup* *Slup*

"Suck! Suck! Suck! Suck! Blow your load down her fucking throat, man. Come on you fucking pussy!"

I was slumped down in a stained leather single sofa upstairs at the KA house with my pants wadded up around my ankles. Dance music was thudding loudly around a chattering crowd of people packed into the living room downstairs. A thin brown-haired girl named Debra was on her knees blowing me something fierce as my roommate Brian and a bunch of guys in red T-Shirts holding plastic cups of bourbon were pumping their fist to shouts of a countdown.

"28...27...26..."

An equally thin blonde chick at the back in a white Sigma-K shirt was leading the charge with a stopwatch on a lanyard she got from one of the jocks. The guys were grinning from ear to ear, leaning in to look at my face, and laughing. One spilled some of his drink on the girl bobbing rapidly between my legs and got punched in the crotch when she came up for air, prompting roars of laughter from the rest of the boys. I was barely holding on and welcomed the break for a second as Mr. Careless groaned on the dirty hardwood floor with his legs pulled up to his chest. An instant later my cock was attacked even more ferociously.

"It's fucking over, dude. He's gonna blow any second, Debra!"

"Shut up, Brian!" I shouted between gasps that were coming faster now.

As the count approached seven, I couldn't hold back any more and a stream of cum jetted across Debra's face. The entire group erupted in cheers and applause. Debra jumped up from my lap and started dancing in a circle with her arms raised, a wad of bills in her hands. She wiped the sticky mess off her face with the sleeve of her T-Shirt and started doing her victory dance in front of me waving the money in my face. The guys were filing out of the room and I was pissed about Debra bullying me into taking the bet. For me, that was a lot of money.

"I got you. You know it. I got you. Oh yeah... Now your brothers know what a cock wimp you really are."

"Yeah, yeah... bitch." I muttered.

She bent over placing a hand on each arm of the sofa so that her face was inches from mine. There was a smear of cum on her temple that left a sticky trail through the caramel highlights in her hair.

"Next time I'll blow every guy in this room and make you watch. Keep my pussy out of the fuck stories you tell your brothers or I'll make you suffer... asshole."

I pulled my pants up and pretended I couldn't hear the rest of her gloating. We were all going to be drunk, or stoned, or both before the party ended anyway.

Donna forced her mouth as far down the shaft of my dick as it would go just as the biological machinery in my crotch kicked in, and it was automatic from there. My whole body stiffened and my cock surged again and again and again as what felt like buckets of cum were pumped through it. Donna was making lots of throaty swallowing sounds trying to keep up with the flow, while the rational part of my mind still functioning was thinking, "Holy crap, is that ME making all that racket?"

When the throbbing subsided, Donna tightened her lips and slowly pulled up and over the head with another loud pop. She smiled and moved back from my crotch so I could see what she had done. My dick was hanging over the edge of the couch at half-mast with a little cum still dripping off the tip. A little horseshoe shaped pool of cum surrounded my balls and was slowly soaking into the cushion. Donna's saliva drenched my crotch and made the whole length of my shaft glisten like it was coated with ice.

"Wow.... That is one well sucked cock." I said, admiring the result.

"It certainly is." She said with a cute little giggle, rubbing me softly between my legs.

Donna planted a passionate kiss on my lips and we made out for what seemed like hours. Nothing feels better than a woman's warm, soft, wet lips after she uses them to give you the blowjob orgasm of your life.

My ears popped and started ringing. Donna was talking but her voice was muffled and difficult to comprehend. An old familiar feeling of humiliation and dread gradually twisted my stomach in knots and chilled the sweat on my chest.

Suddenly I was standing in a narrow hallway that stretched to the horizon in both directions. Perfectly white walls reflected harsh blue-tinged light from florescent lamps that buzzed and clicked loudly overhead. In front of me was a black forensic body bag lying prone on a stainless steel gurney parked by the only opening; a swinging double door with little square windows, oversized pull handles, and broad strips of steel meant to keep feet and cart wheels away from the paint. A violent wind was roaring behind the double doors, shaking them as they thudded again and again against their metal frame. I could feel the storms vibrations through the floor at my feet as streams of what seemed to be paper or leaves flashed past the little windows. Light flickered and flashed in the room like a movie theater with a cyclone in the center of it. Whatever was behind those doors was immensely powerful. Brian's pale lifeless face was just visible from the partially unzipped black bag. "So black, you can almost see through it", I thought.

"That was fucking Grade-A wasn't it Kevin?"

"Kevin, what's wrong?" Donna asked, her expression turning serious.

"Nothing. I was just distracted for a minute." I was back on the sofa feeling chilled and a little freaked out.

"I was talking to you and you just stopped moving."

"I was daydreaming, I guess. Doesn't matter. I'd rather kiss you some more."

"Are you sure you're OK? You're cold." Donna was brushing my hair back and watching my face closely.

"Yeah. I'm fine... Really, I'm OK."

I'd just imagined a conversation with a dead guy followed by flashbacks so vivid they could have been real. So what kind of "OK" am I committing to? I had traveled far and worked hard to leave that other life behind. But what if some experiences are so extreme they become permanently welded and webbed into the mind like the steel bands of an overwound clock spring; waiting for just the right word or a certain place to explosively uncoil with edges polished bright and razor sharp.

"You'd tell me if something was bothering you, right?"

"Yeah. Absolutely. Come here you lovely sweetheart."

Donna pushed me back and sat up.

"Don't change the subject like that. If something was wrong you'd tell me, wouldn't you?"

She was cupping my cheek in one hand with the other firmly on my shoulder. Her eyes were intently searching my face for any sign of reluctance. So I put on the most convincing face I possibly could and I lied.

"Yeah."

I wouldn't have known where to start telling the truth even if I had the courage, which I didn't so it was going to stay hidden. Hopefully.

"Look, nothing's wrong. I'm fine."

I kissed her cheek and held her close and tight until the tension eased and I warmed back up again. Gradual emotional recovery woke up our desire. From the sounds Donna was making as I caressed her body I could tell she wanted more than just my hands between her legs. It usually takes me 30 minutes to recharge before I can rev up my dick for another go. So in between I knew urgently what I was going to do. I was going to get down on my knees, plant my face between Donna's firm strong legs, and taste her pussy non-stop until her whole body shudders with a full-on clitoral orgasm. I want to feel her cum drench my face like a summer rain storm.