Ride Home

WARNING: Some violence in this chapter.


*****Part Four****


"Ben has to get out of the back seat if I'm going to do her," Daryl said in a shaky voice.

"Well, yeah, we can't all fit back here," Pete answered.

"You too," Daryl said, glancing at Pete.

"Trust me, you don't want me to leave her alone with you, kiddo," Pete said with his eyebrows raised. "She loves to fuck, sure, but she needs to get calmed down -- you want her to claw your eyes out or something if she gets spooked with you?"

"We could..." Donna's voice was raspy, and she didn't raise her eyes to meet anyone's gaze. "We could get out of the car. Um. You could still..." her voice choked. "You could still do stuff to me. But get outside. It's...it's kind of hot in here, you know?" Now she looked at Pete, her eyes wide.

Ben laughed, and Pete snorted. "Yeah," Pete said, shaking his head. "We're not going to let you out of the car, because you'd run or soemthing, and then we'd have to catch you, and that would be a fucking pain in the ass."

"Switch," Daryl said, interrupting, and Ben sighed but moved back to the front seat.

Daryl came around and got in the back. He glanced at Pete, and then reached down for Donna. "Gross," he said, wrinkling his nose.

"What now, idiot?" Ben asked. "Come on, you got some grade-A pussy there. Don't waste it, just get to it."

"You both came in her," Daryl mumbled. "I don't want that on me."

"You can wear a rubber if you want, if you want to give up going bareback inside her hot cunt," Pete said in amusement.

Daryl lowered his eyes. He looked like he was getting angry, and Pete heaved a sigh.

"In the glove compartment," he reminded Ben, and Ben blinked before reaching over to get the pack so he could toss over a condom.

"Almost forgot we had those," Ben observed.

"Hold up," Pete said absently to the two of them.

"Now, don't think I'm not noticing you, okay?" he whispered to Donna, who had been inching her hand behind him towards the door latch. "You're not going anywhere until Daryl gets a crack at you, so cut that the fuck out."

She didn't nod or acknowledge him in any way, but she brought her hand back to her side.

"She does have a hot little body," Daryl said. He reached out and stroked her thighs.

"See, there you go. Now hurry up," Pete said. "Get her while she's still on a roll, and make you can actually make her come, dorkus."

"Shut up," Daryl said sharply. He unzipped his shorts with a shaky hand, and pulled out his half-hard cock.

"YOu can't get it in her like that," Ben advised from the front seat. "Jack yourself off a little so you can get stiffer."

"Or she could do it for me," Daryl said, glaring at Ben.

"You heard the kid, Donna," Pete said. "Start getting him hard."

She didn't move at first, and then Pete gave her a shove. "Go on. Wrap your hand around him."

She shook her head slowly.

"What?" Daryl's voice was getting louder. "You're trying to say you won't touch me when those two already fucked you? You're a goddamn slut, taking it from them and loving it, so don't try to tell me you're too fucking proud to get it again."

Donna bit her lip and closed her eyes as though she couldn't bear to look at him.

"Looks like you're going to have to do it yourself, buddy boy," Ben said.

"This is bullshit," Daryl said. "Little whore."

"Stop being a whiny bitch," Pete told him. "We've got her all primed and ready for you, and you're doing nothing but complain. Just get it up, and then you can have at her, okay?"

Daryl swore under his breath as he moved his fist up and down his cock. Donna kept her eyes screwed tight, but she was starting to make these little whimpering sounds, like she was trying to keep from crying or screaming.

"Jesus, he's not that ugly," Pete laughed suddenly.

"Fucking shut your trap," Daryl said furiously.

"I just don't...I don't..." Donna stammered. Then she started to sob. "Oh god, just let me go!"

"Stupid cunt," Daryl bit out. He was actually starting to get hard enough to fuck her now, Pete noticed. "Think you're so great, you can try to pretend like you don't want some other guy to ram it in you, huh? Huh? Answer me."

Donna shook her head.

"You're all, no, no, and then fucking loving it when they took your ass. And you're too good to get it from me? Shit, I can't even look at her," Daryl said.

"Oh ho, that's a switch, huh?" Ben said with a wink. "Usually it's the chicks that can't look at you, Daryl."

"She's a no-good whore, and I don't want to see her face," Daryl said. He was starting to pant now, his prick getting red at the tip.

"Turn over, baby," Pete told Donna. "He doesn't want to see you when he fucks you."

She froze up, like she wasn't going to move.

"Do it, you bitch," Daryl yelled. He reached out and slapped her.

"Please, no, don't...I'll do it, I will," she cried out, scrambling to her hands and knees.

"Sheesh, you got to go and hit her?" Pete said, aggrieved.

"It's my turn," Daryl said, as though that explained everything. He grunted as he tore the wrapper and eased the condom onto his cock.

"You okay, baby?" Pete asked Donna. Her head was facing him now, and her hair was dangling into his lap.

"No," she answered in a hoarse whisper.

"Bitch," Daryl growled, and shoved into her from behind. "Oh fuck, she's still tight," He moaned.

"What did I tell you?" Ben asked, hanging over the front seat. "Grade-fucking-A pussy right there."

"Damn, that's nice," Daryl got out. He was moving forward with hard, jerky thrusts, fucking into Donna much harder than the other two had done. As he got into it, he slapped her ass a few times while he re-angled himself. "Bitch," he groaned.

"There you go, now you're getting it," Pete said with a laugh.

Daryl leaned forward, molding himself around Donna's body, and getting his hands underneath her breasts. "She's a sweet ride," he gasped out as he twisted her nipples hard and rammed into her, shoving her further into Pete's lap.

"You're a sick sonofabitch, you know that, D?" Ben asked. He reached out to tweak Donna's nipple as it slipped between Daryl's fingers, and she cried out, an anguished wail.

"Don't even pretend you don't like it," Daryl grunted.

"You like it, huh?" Pete asked her.

"Course she likes it; look at her," Ben said.

Sure enough, even though tears streaked Donna's face once more, her lips were parted, and with every shove Daryl made into her, she shivered like she was just barely holding on from coming.

"You better be careful, baby," Pete said. "You like Daryl the freak giving it to you so much, you're going to make me and Ben feel like we didn't do you right, and then we're going to have to fuck you all over again, over and over."

She moaned, and when Daryl moved against her ass again, she started to shove back at him, obviously frantic for his strokes.

Then Daryl jutted forth into her so hard that Pete had to shove up against the opposite door so her skull wouldn't bang into his groin.

"Fuck, fuck," Daryl chanted as he squeezed her breasts hard and rammed against her ass hard enough to bruise.

"Holy shit," Ben said to Pete as Donna arched her back like Daryl was hitting her magic buttons, and screamed through first one orgasm and then another.


***End Part Four****