Donna

                                                                                          

                                                                                                  Donna

                                                      Chapter 2  Moving Day

                                                                       by roccodadom44

                                                                     roccodadom6969@yahoo.com

           

    The fucking pain, everywhere, the confusion, deep, I was grasping for answers to my pain. No one should wake up feeling like this, it was bad, my cock was on fire,  not in a good way, my ass hurt, my face hurt, my balls had a dull ache to them, I was dehydrated, headachey, this was not good,  I had to get to work. Looking in the mirror, I was appalled at my condition, my ass was black and blue and had dried blood on it, the burn on my cock head was angry and swollen, my balls were swollen from being hit, my face was swollen, though there was no bruising. They really fucked me up, there was no doubt of that. Thinking of Donna, and her son, Brian, got me crazy with lust, did last night really happen?, am I losing touch with reality? I just laid back in bed and stroked my aching cock, trying not to touch the fried tip, which is not easy when working with a mere three inches.

   The brutality of it all was the most dismaying to me, if they did that to me last night, what would my future hold. I was hooked on Donna,  not just her dominance, I wanted to be around her, she was fun in a white trash way. She was the type of girl who always cut corners, she was sexually daring, she knew  how to scam people, as I was finding out. Confusion over Brian roiled through me, It was intense being on my knees sucking him, I never felt so complete. My dick took over as I rode visions of Brians treatment of me last night to a major cum, wow, that made it worth it, that extra charge, doing something really nasty brings. Now I wanted him out of my head, as I showered, I seriously weighed getting out now, I didnt trust Donna, was sensing she was nothing but a grifter, who would bleed me and move on, I didnt mind being bled, but a wimp needs a little commitment, for Christ sake. And I somehow knew a seventeen year old was not going to settle for last night, Brian would need to explore deeper into this, it had to be heady stuff for a kid to be in this position,  to be fucking his hot mother, I wish I was him, I am not.

   On the way to work I checked my phone for messages,  there was a message from Donna, telling me that she wanted me to move her and Brian into my house this Saturday. Jesus, it listed exactly what I was to do, what size truck I should rent, what time to show up at their apartment Saturday morning. I was getting ready to call her and say I ddnt think I should have to rent the truck, when I noticed her PS, telling me to download the attachment,  they would see me Saturday. Yeah, it was a picture of Brian pissing in my face. Needless to say, I called that day to book the right truck,  I accepted that I was fucked.

    The rest of the week was dreadful, like the clock was ticking,  I moved through the week in a fog. Maybe I should go to the cops, I would do time for being a pervert, but I dont think they can beat you like they did the other night, in prison. By friday night my ass felt better, though there were scars in some places. My cock head recovered fine, but there was a scar that looked permanent. Other than that I felt good physically, but I was still teetering on the cliff, like I was going to fall a long ways. I was right, oh, I was so right.

   Scared, that was my state when I got up Saturday morning, like today my life woud change for ever, it was strong and weighed me down, like a man walking to his execution. I ate a big breakfast because I didnt know when I would eat again,  I made sure to hide all my valuables in my safe hidden under the slide out stove. It wore on me that I was hiding shit from these people, but I was letting them move into my house, something was sick about that, but thats me. The truck was big, finding room to park at the complex was hard,  it was a walk to the apartment. I figured we could move the truck later, when we moved the stuff out. I really live in fantasy land.

    I rang the bell at exactly eight am as she ordered me in her message,  I waited, willing my feet not to run, willing my feet to run, oh fuck. My phone rang and it was Donna, sleepingly telling me the door was unlocked and that I was to move the boxes in the living room out to the truck, quietly, as Her and Brian were sleeping. Wow she was good, she never missed a chance to get a shot in. What would of been the point of not doing what she said, they would just come out and beat me silly,  then I would load the truck. So I loaded the twenty two boxes in the living room, it took me fourteen trips and I was sweating and huffing. They seemed to have a lot of heavy shit, I was winded.

   They both came out to see me,  they had been sleeping from their appearance. "Your a noisy fucker," commented Donna,  Brian used this to demand that I get on my knees, I dropped. "Good boy, today is the first day of the rest of your life, I do hope you enjoy it," cackled Donna. Brian had circled me,  from behind he suckered me in the back of my head. Jesus, I was eating the carpet, I fell face first so hard, he was a bruiser. Really seeing stars is a weird feeling, but I was thankful it wasnt my face. He had me drink his piss and I made it all gone,  Donna praised me, "See your getting the hang of it, you were meant for this,"  she ruffled my hair like I was a child,  my cock twitched. His cock, again, it was so fucking perfect, I had to worship it,  I kissed it with respect, with Donna telling me what a nice fag I was, Brian teling me that I was going to be seeing a lot of his cock,  that made me happy.

   The bastard would not let me have his load, instead they made me start to move the boxes in the kitchen. I grimaced at the thirty or so boxes piled up. "Just think Tony,while you are loading the truck Brian will be loading me," snarled Donna, as they headed to the bedroom. While I made trip after trip, starting to get weak legged, they were apparantly fucking their brains out, from the grunting and groaning.  After a few trips, they had me clean them,  this I enjoyed, Brians cock was so tasty, with his Moms juice on it,  I was hooked on Brians creampies, right from Donnas stinky overnight cunt, it was pugent, to say the least. Again, learning to look on the bright side, when they went to shower, they didnt beat me,  that was something.

   It was noontime and I had the boxes in the truck and was wondering about all the furniture when they came out, freshly showered,  ready to meet the day, I was ready to fall over, I was not in great shape. "Well all right lets go, asshole," commanded Donna, when I looked confused she said, "This furniture is all crap, your going to buy us new stuff, once  we settle in, so lets hit the road, me and Brian are hungry." Like that we were out of there, I was still confused at her behavoir, but nobody had walloped me in a while, so I was happy. Brian wanted lunch, so Donna told me to pull into Burger King. "Stay in the truck, I dont want anyone stealing our stuff," Donna ordered, but she did say she would feed me, after I gave her a twenty for the food.

   They sat in the window facing me,  I had to endure their teasing me with their food, I was starving from all the physical activity. But when Brian started to feel Donnas tits, somewhat discreetly, I was rubbing my pecker in my pants, my hunger was forgotten. When they came out, it was weird but they looked like lovers,  they were, but it was weird. When Donna handed me my food, I reached into the bag to get it, they both erupted in fits of laughter. They had chewed all my food up and then spit it into the bag, it was gross, but it turned me on so much, I was there, in that place of supreme humiliation. Eating their chewed up, spit on food was so fucking hot. I ate it, I loved it, they both had looks of amusement and disgust at my pathetic ways. "Smear some on your face, freak' commanded Brian and I did it with feeling, coating my face with chewed up burger and fries, while running my tongue around my lips like the freak I was.

  Driving the truck to my house, Donna and Brian talked as if I wasnt there, mostly about what electronic stuff I was going to buy Brian, I was okay with that, I wanted to make him happy. I was content to drive, no one was hurting me, my face was itching as the greasy burger dried on it.  Pulling up my driveway, I was wondering how I would get the strength to carry all the stuff into the house, but I was sure I was doing it myself, oh I was sure. I was also right, They spent the time deciding how to rearrange my house, well, it was still my house, for now. So while Donna and Brian watched my big screen televison, I hauled the stuff into the house, they would direct me which room to put which box, so technically, as Brian pointed out, they were helping me.

  When everything was in the house, they gave me a hard ass whooping, again, I cried and begged, to no avail. I didnt know how much more abuse I could take, it wasnt fun, this wasnt my fantasy. To stand naked in my own living room,  have Donna and her Son whip me, together, her with the crop, him with a leather belt, well it was intense,  they didnt fuck around. Their eyes showed how much they needed to hurt me, they were sadists,  thats pretty fucking scary. Finally they relented,  then every thing changed, which really fucked my mind.

   Donna took my hand and gave me a hot shower, where she tenderly cleaned me,  told me how proud she was of me. I cried and begged her to love me, she assured me that she and Brian did love me, but that they needed to hurt me from time to time, that was what they did. What could I do, I loved them both. Rubbing lotion into my burning ass, she told me that Brian had a dance tonight,  then was sleeping over a friends house, so she and I were going out, I was so fucking excited. Brian was even civil to me, when I gave him twenty dollars for the dance, he actually thanked me, which made me misty eyed, in a nice way, I did love that strange, wild kid. After dropping off the rental truck,then Brian at his dance, Donna told me to head to the usual place we drank.

   To be out in public with Donna and to have her treating me so nice, was amazing, everything was perfect. I was hoping that what had happened was just a test, now we could be a family. As usual, I was wrong. From time to time Donna danced with guys, while we were out, because I cant dance, really I cant. So I thought nothing of it when she was on the floor with a guy, dancing, song after song. She even brought him over and introduced him as John, a friend. He was much bigger than me,  looked mean, oh no. "I am going to give John a ride tonight," Donna said,  her and John laughed hard,  I cringed,  then she corrected herself," a ride home, thats all," I didnt think that was all, it wasnt. Donna told me to pay the bill, start walking home and she would pick me up after she dropped John off. Wow, I was devastated at her coldness,  turned on crazy. John had one of those 'I know your a  wimp'  grins plastered on his face,  I couldnt blame him, I was. Without even looking at me, Donna walked out of the bar, hand in hand with John, I sense the looks of scorn from others at the bar. We were regulars there,  I guess everyone knew the deal, now. I was out of there quick, humiliated,  hard as a rock, a little rock.

 

   It was only two miles to my house, but it sucked walking home, but I knew Donna was not picking me up, I knew that much. Of course it wasnt till I got to the house that I realized that Donna had my keys. Fuck, this was so bad, I felt so happy earlier, now, fuck, this was depressing, what happened if Donna stayed out all night. It really did suck being me, as I sat on the back porch,  stared at the dark horizon, felt it willing me to be bluer. It always came back to the same thing for me, that little bit of happiness I felt tonight, was so much better, deeper, than any happiness I could feel without Donnas abuse of me, I just wished she would let me know what she wanted, instead of these suprises of hers. To my amusement, I was hard thinking of how coldly she dumped me in the bar tonight, God, she was good at this shit.

   She woke me by sucking my cock, which she had freed from my pants, while I slept in the chair, on the porch. Looking down at her I loved her so much, but really wanted to switch places with her, because I was sure she had a load in her snatch. See, I realy am sick, because she was doing a great job on my tiny wee wee, but I still wanted her dirty pussy, she knew this, as she stood up and said, jokingly, "I brought you home a treat, its not Brians superior cum, but it will do in a pinch," I laid on the porch, without being told, she straddled my face, it flowed, a shit load of man juice, followed by an awesome piss. The cream pie was incredibly large, her piss tasted of booze, so I was a happy wimp, when she told me to munch her ass, I felt like desert had arrived, it was sweaty, smelly,  tasty, thats all I could hope for. That it was three thirty in the morning, bypassed me, in my joy of eating her saucey ass.

   My bed felt great, that She let me in it was encouraging, though She denied my feeble attempt at mounting her, dismissing me with a "Lets not spoil a lovely evening with that shit, just yank your noodle, I will tell you about Johns fat cock stretching my pussy, we will all be better off.'  Well, ten pulls, I was spurting my puddle, she hadnt even finished describing how Johns fat cock curved to the right, which interested me, for some strange reason, go figure. Donna gave me much atta boys when I ate my cum, without being told, I knew who the sperm sucker in the room was. Her kiss was so passionate that it took my breath away, her tongue tasted so sweet in my mouth, I wanted to spend my life in her mouth. Telling me she loved me, made me feel about as good as a worthless sack of shit like me was ever going to feel, I asked her if I could sleep at her feet.

     "Your such a good boy," she purred, as she ordered me on the floor, but that was not what I meant, I wanted to sleep near her feet, so I could suck them. Oh well, the humilitaion of sleeping on my bedroom floor, while she slept in the kingsize bed alone, was heavy,  I was hard and dripping all night, but to scared to wank,as I figured she would fuck me up if I got caught with my hand in the cookie jar. It sounds like a freight train, Donnas drunk snoring, but it soon calmed me, My Mistress, was sleeping soundly, I was at her feet, that was so fucking gratifying. Wow, I was all in, I really accepted this life, even though I knew that they would  hurt me permament, sooned or later, what choice did I have. I was laying on the floor, completely engulfed by her presence, hard as a rock, dripping precum, happy as hell, what choice did I have, thats right, I didnt.

   Waking at my customary five am, I tried to be quiet as I showered and dressed. She looked so beautiful sleeping, her right breast was exposed,  the urge to suck it was powerful, but I thought I saw the outcome that woud bring,  I wanted to try to make sunrise without getting whooped. Instead I went and read in the living room, to scared to even put the television on. Though it was only the first morning of our living together, I was alive and happy,  that was good. But I was kidding myself, as the feelings of terror surged forward, Donna and Brian were sadists, I hated to face that, but she had told me yesterday they needed to hurt me, so I had to deal with that ugly fact. I wish I could direct this fantasy, but once Donna took charge, it was out of my hands. I only want humiliation and an occassional bare bottom spanking, they want to torture me and crush me,  they would get their way, by the nature of the relationship. That is hard to face at six am, alone in the dark. The wanting to run away is always there, the waves of euphoria when I wallowed in Donnas love, smashed by the feelings of hopelessness at her outrageous treatment of me. But my willy was standing proud, looking at things with its three inch perspective.

  Being light footed I didnt hear her coming , her voiced startled me,"Well arent we a lazy piggy, are we comfortable in our soft chair?" Oh shit, she was angry, no messing around, her eyes were fucking glowing. "You see Tony, I was hoping you would know your role around Me and Brians house,'" I caught that fucking bombshell, "I expect you to keep busy, your days of laying around are over, I will make up a work schedule for you today, as obviously, your to stupid to figure it out." I was still glued to my recliner, like a deer in the proverbial headlights. "Up asshole, now your just pissing me off, Up you dolt." she screamed and the riding crop seemed to come out of nowhere. Jesus, fuck,cunt, it hurt, as the hard leather tore at my protecting arm. That I tried to protect myself, pissed her off,bad.

  It was so fucking scary, she dropped the crop,  jumped on my lap, so she was kneeling over me, as I reclined in the chair, her fists started hitting me, hard. Oh god, she was insane, there was spittle flying from her mouth, she sounded like a  mad woman,  I suspected she was. When she spent her anger, she started licking the tears and blood from my face, freaking me out. "You will learn to take your medicine, little boy,"panted Donna, who got off me and kind of paced the room, still raging. "Lay on the floor asshole, and dont ever sit in Brians recliner again, you dont sit, asshole, you do." Wow, she gave my chair to Brian, thats hot, but sucks, as I love that chair. The piss I was loooking forward to,as it was her morning brew, and it was strong and heady, got me going like a good cup of joe. Im starting to think she really loves having her salad tossed, as she kept my tongue up her shit chute, the whole time she outlined my day for me.

   It is amazing my growing taste for her ass, all right her shit, lets face it that was what it was about, a higher level of devotion. Anyone could drink piss, of course, most people would prefer not to, unlike a pervert like me, who craves it. But to eat anothers shit,  Im not talking forced fed, Im talking voluntarily, willing, eagerly eating anothers shit, thats real devotion. Defintely an aquired taste, but It appealed to me,  if you got past the gag reflex, it was actual good, I loved that the shit would keep burping up all day, so I could always taste her. I had been hoping that we would go in this direction, so I was taking regular doses of antibiotics, figuring I would head off any infections, after all I was eating shit.  Acting as if she read my mind, Donna unleashed a nasty wet fart that blew past my colon lodged tongue,  into my mouth, so cool. "I think its time, shitboy, time to make you into a full service potty," my cock was throbbing, as a log slowly exited her anus,  just hung there, like it was mocking me. The only thing I could do was eat it,  I did, it was sticky and got all in between my teeth, but I swallowed most of it, no problem.

    The next two logs were a bit much and I had to throw up in the bathroom, which disappointed me,  pissed off Donna, again. "You have to do everything the hard way, if you had made my present all gone, I would have eased up on you, now Im going to savage you, asshole." Oh well, No one can say that Donna exaggerates, as she tore me up,  I felt real pleasure for most of it,  that was great. I have a love hate relationship with her riding crop, when she hits me flat, it is painful but pleasureable, but when she slants it so it cuts me, no pleasure, fucking pain, big difference. That she has me stand naked in the kitchen, no special position, just rip me up and fuck it. Donna was serious about hurting me, but, Im hoping here, she didnt want to kill me. All the swats landed perfect, my bottom was glowing, my cock was dripping.

  After she calmed down, she showered and I made her a perfect omelette breakfast, while thinking how nice it was with just Donna here, started to fret about having Brian here as that meant two sadists,  I could see that meaning double the shit coming my way. Wasnt sure I could take that pain, knew I had no say in it, fuck it. I did miss Brians cock though,  his masculine hard ass way. Jesus, my ass hurt now as the rush from the cropping died down,  I was left with a bright red, stinging butt.

    Her compliments about breakfast were well received, see, she knew how to throw the dog a bone,  I was panting at her side, just as happy as can be. "Im going to the mall,  then Im picking up Brian," Donna began, I figured so far, not to bad. "Ill be going out with Julie," her good friend, "later tonight, and I will be late, so you will be here with my son, alone. I expect you to do what he says, as I have given him permission to discipline you as he sees fit, when Im not here." Wow, getting worse, fuck, he could really get mean with me, oh fuck, thats so fucking hot, Jesus, I am losing any sense of normalcy. "I also want you to get me and Brian credit cards, just so we have them in emergencies, you dont want us to suffer," No I didnt want that, "Right now though I want your debit card and your pin, cause I need clothes for tonight, and Brian needs sneakers," Way worse, this sucks. Im not surprised at her wanting my money, I just thought we could talk about it, I was wrong.

    When I protested that we should discuss finances, she held up a hand and cried, "You dont want me here, fine, Im outta here, we will be back for our stuff later, dont call me." She stormed out the door. I was frozen in shock at her suddenness, what the fuck, why didnt she just beat me senseless, that I could take, but Jeez she just moved in. Hoping that she relented, I started to do the chores that she had drawn up for me earlier, and I got lost in the mindless boredom of house cleaning. Kicking the money thing aroung in my mind, I was very nervous, I didnt mind giving Donna control, if she would be wise with it, but I didnt feel that. I didnt feel right giving Brian a card, what the fuck I ddint even know if a seventeen year old could have a credit card. I didnt mind giving her the debit card, I mean going in, I knew I was going to be supporting her and Brian.

  The phone startled me,  I lunged to answer it, with butterfies in my stomach. "Do you have anything to say to me," Donna asked nuetrally,  I did what wimps do, I begged her to come home and  I said I was sorry about a hundred times. She wanted the money shit laid out and we ended up having a long talk and worked out an agreement. I would put three hundred dollars into her account each week for her use, and I would give Brian fifty dollars for his allowance. All the bills, food, and stuff was mine and I would get Donna a card with five hundred dollars as a limit. Fuck I even agreed to get Brian a new computer, what the fuck.

    Hate it, love it, that feeling of intense fear, just before they enter the house, its such a turn on, but there is a reason Im scared. "Did you miss me, bitch," laughed Brian, I honestly answered, "Of course Brian, I love you"  I knelt before him, me a fifty one year old naked guy, him a teenage stud, fully clothed. You have to admit that is hot, damn hot. "Oh no, your not brown nosing your way out of your punishment for upsetting my Mom," Brian spat at me,"speaking of brown noses though, lay on the floor wimpy," and I did, like quickly, this could be good. It was so intensely good, I came all over my stomach with no manual stimulation, thats fucking good.

   As he fed me his stinky cock, he said, "I just fucked my bros little sister, so your getting a bonus, asshole," I mummble thanks, but I was not releasing his cock, it was awesome, eating his fat cock, swallowing some little whores dirty clam sauce, that was hot. He didnt even warn me about the piss, just let it rip, I could appreciate that, I was a toilet, why ask to use it. His urine was sweet,  I bet he drank lots of colas at the dance and sleep over. When he squatted with his ass inches from my face, I was in a trance. He made me describe what I saw. It was beautiful, his anus was puckered, pink, with a trace of shit, not excessive but it was there. I begged him to let me worship him, and by promising to take him to buy his computer later, I got to eat his dirty, sweaty, cum, shit, piss, and cunt juce soaked asshole,  it was truly gratifying, the fucker got so excited he stroked a massive load onto my face, Wow, that was hot, even Donna gave me props for being such a dirty fucker.

  They still gave me a double ass whooping, but I was high from Brians ass tasting, so the pain just carried me along. Brian liked to use his leather belt with the stainless steel studs, very gothy, it really got the job done, it stung beautifully, in his hands it made my body feel on fire. As he circled me swinging like an animal, mmm, I felt such desire to serve him, fuck, he was the real deal. He managed to hit almost every part of my body, though I noticed, he left my balls alone and I was thankful for that. Donna got in her shots but she was calm, Im sure thinking about the sweet deal she got off of me. It was okay, because I was owned by Brian right now, was slipping into that dangerous place, where anything Brian said would sound great to me, thats a lot of power to give someone over you,a fuck of a lot.

  

  It was enjoyable to take Brian shopping, he acted normal,  even questioned me about different computers and such. Kind of like being with the popular kid thats how I felt, just walking around with him was making me crazy. The way the skanky young cunt sales girl, who knew dick about computers, was oggling Brian, was making me jealous, which even I had to admit was a little lame. To get him focused on me, I bought him  the best gaming computer there, at over two grand, and I threw in a HD thirty five inch TV for his room. While we waited for the order to be filled, Brian told me to follow him,  like a puppy, I did.

  He had me sit in the cramped stall, he stood in front of me,  pissed down my welcoming throat, I got it all. That was fun, but when he grabbed my ears and started to throat fuck me, I was soaring. The guy who came in and noisely started pissing and farting, at a urinal, drove both of us higher. Brian gave me a fucking man sized dose of baby batter, Wow, thats as good as it gets. I really would of sat there, on the crappy shitter, all day, with his superior cock in my spermed mouth. It was a great place to be.

   Sitting at Burger King with him, I was getting off on pretending that he was my son, how proud I would be of him, if he was. He blew me away when he casually said, "Watch and learn tiny,"  proceeded to a table of slutty little girls, in no time he was sitting with them,  they would of all sucked him right there, if they could, I was sure, the little cunts. I wanted to kick their skanky asses, but figured they would stomp me, that got a nice little rise out of tiny. Oh, hell yeah, getting stomped by a pack of sixteen year old girls at BKs that would be hot, no doubt. Well, the stud returned, like a conquering hero, with the cute Japanese girls number, promise of a future hookup, which I understood to involve some sex, I was so proud of him. I would of never been able to do something like that, he was a God.

  When Brian and I returned home, Donna had already left to go to a party, I was excited and scared, to be alone with the kid. His computer was hooked up in no time, he seemed happy to be on line. While I cabled up his new TV, he did what kids his age do, fished for cunt, on line. I left him to his fun,as I had chores that Donna told me to do, I had not completed them, figured I would save myself a whooping. Everything looked ducky,  I was making Brian nuggets and fries for dinner, when he ordered me to his room. It was so stimulating to hear him bellow,  that I just dropped everything for him. It was cute, in a completely pathetic way, but I had to smile.

  Standing by his computer, as he sat, I was shocked at the picture on his screen, it was the jap girl from Burger King, naked and rubbing her tiny cunt, for all the world to see. Wow,she was hot, with tiny tits, and with a thick, silky, dark, growth of pussy fur, it made me ache, I wanted to feast on the gook cunt so much,wow, I was all over the place. "Watch this," assured Brian,  he spoke "lay on your bed and spread your cunt lips, Cindy." the little slut did it, I was so proud of Brian, I told him so, He dug that and ordered his slut to finger her cunt and then lick her fingers,  she did it greedily, where were these girls when I was young, oh, right, girls only did this shit for studs like Brian, never for me. But  I was excited that I mightt get to eat hot teenage cunt after Brian fouled it. That would be so great.

  Having him tell me to kneel between his legs, was pretty great itself, I made love to his cock, with my mouth, while he had his fun with the young jap cunt. Pride, thats what I felt when I realized I could swallow all eight inches of his magic wand, eyes buried in his soft pubes, I could count them, I was that close. It was a wonderful place to be,  he agreed, as he held my head there, I stayed like that for a while, breathing through my nose, perfectly calm, inhaling his teen funk smell and knowing I was the luckiest guy in the world. He pulled out and sprayed my face with his cum, that was nice. I loved to have my face painted by this stud, to wear his man seed on my face seemed right. He ordered me to leave it there,  it got me so excited that he thought like me.

  Its funny how after he came, he dumped the cunt, telling me, she was coming over tomorrow afternoon to get a cocking,  I did something crazy. I knelt at his feet and begged him to let me clean them afterwards,  when he smirked "Fucking right your going to eat my mess, thats what tiny dicks do," I was on the edge of orgasming that was how hot I was. He wasnt, he wanted to play games on the puter so he dismissed me,  I cleaned some more, as I was full of energy,  this whole thing was overpowering me. Wow, it was a lot to ponder, the shit that went down the last couple of days. I admitted to myself that I needed them here to give my life meaning, but, it didnt mean I wasnt petrified. I was, fuck, Brian was a kid, and kids made bad choices, he could easily fuck me up serious,  while that jacked my tiny wee wee up, my brain knew this was deep shit.

Paying bills online in the bedroom, I heard him calling me, again, the feeling was so good, layers of fear and excitement, every wimps dream. He wanted a goodnight sucking, I gave him my all. He liked sitting at the computer, I loved kneeling between his legs, so it worked. He watched porn and I sucked cock, a good deal. Soon, he added another layer of baby batter to my messy fag face, then he ordered me to clean his ass,  it was delicious, funky and earthy, just fine. Telling him how much I loved him, I wished him goodnight,  he actually returned the getsure, though he wore a bemused grin, maybe at my spermed kisser. I had no trouble falling asleep on the floor, by the king sized bed in Donna s and my bedroom. I was so overcome with emotions,  I would from time to time, scoop a little of Brians seed off my face, swallow it greedily, like it was the staff of life,  to me it was.

  Donna woke me roughly at around three in the morning when she stumbled in the door, reeking of booze and sex. Her cunt was nasty as she fed it to me, there was obviously more that one guys load up there,  that got me going, It really stank and her lips felt so much fatter, I figured they were swollen, so I tongued them as gently as possible. Her piss was pure alcohol , giggling, I hoped I didnt get drunk off it, She seemed tired, without a word she crashed and was snoring like a fucking man, a large man. Jesus, I was already thinking how great it would be if Donna was gone, if it was just me and Brian,  I fell back asleep, dreaming that Donna was out of the picture,  that made me sad, but it was hot.

  

                                                         END CHAPTER TWO