In this, the third in the present series of in depth portraits of real people, I propose to present the story of a woman who has known much misery in the course of her life and who will, in all probability, know more.
Her detractors will say that she has always been the author of her own misery, but that would, in my view, be a hasty and superficial judgment.
Perhaps, to an extent, we are all responsible for what ills befall us, but on the other side of the coin, there is fate. Fate, the unpredictable dame who can carry one to the crest of a surging wave, then crash that same person down to drown in the trough of misfortune.
It would be folly to blame all of any life's course on fate, but equally wrong, I submit, to ignore this aspect of human destiny.
The careful student of human behavior will do more than just read the story of Donna, of her life and her loves and her tragedies. He will see, if I have done my job well, how fate contributed so much to what she is, for better and for worse.
Had Donna been from two different parents, in a different environment, there can be no doubt that she would have developed into an entirely different person.
What would she have been? That's a fool's question and I am not about to answer it.
What she is today and how she got that way, is a matter of record and I shall record it here so that the reader may consider the story of her life and times and pass his own judgment.
Much of the material on this book comes from tapes and written interview transcripts. Wherever it seems appropriate, I stray from clinical terms and employ the language used by Donna and the people with whom she came in contact during her stormy passage through life.
I say this at this point in order to give fair warning to the faint of heart, to any who may be shocked by the words which pertain to anatomy, the sexual function of the human body and to love. Ah yes, dear reader, such persons do exist in our supposedly advanced and enlightened society and we must beware lest we offend them.
One final word before moving on to the story of Donna's troubled life. I am always pleased to hear from my readers, whether or not they agree with what I have to say of the manner in which I say it.
Letters addressed to me in care of the publisher will be forwarded to me, unopened and will be treated in complete confidence.
CHAPTER ONE
At fifteen, Donna was what could be called typical of her age group. She was quite pretty, a better than average student and had a bright, cheerful personality. Sex was never discussed in her home, so that what she knew on that subject was what she heard from other girls.
At the end of the school term, her parents were to go to Europe while Donna went to live with an aunt and uncle in a coastal village. The couple were in their forties, their children had grown and left home and the two enjoyed a comfortable life in a big home with an exciting view of ocean and forest.
Donna liked the couple and looked forward to a pleasant summer with them. She had gotten over her hurt at not having been taken to Europe with her parents, had accepted the fact, though unspoken, that she would have been in the way had she gone with them.
Her aunt and uncle showed her around the village, pointing out the places that might be of interest to her, introduced her to some of the girls and gave her a rundown of the family rule of no dating.
On her second evening there, Donna went to a beach party with a mixed group. She returned to the house an hour beyond the curfew hour to find her aunt and uncle quite worried. Donna explained what had happened, but saw that the couple remained unimpressed.
More calmly than her parents would have been, her aunt explained that she had broken the rules, then she went on to tell Donna that she was going to be spanked in the same way their own daughters had been when they broke the rules.
Donna had never been spanked, but knew girls who had been and they had reported that it hadn't been so bad.
Donna guessed that her aunt would take her to a bedroom, give her the promised spanking and then it would be all over. Instead, the woman got up from the couch on which she had been sitting, went to sit on an armless chair and called Donna to her. As the girl obeyed, her aunt reached for the fastenings of her tight pants and began to open them.
"Oh Auntie," she gasped, "not here. Please, not with Uncle in the room."
"Be still, dear," the woman told her, her tone a warm, pleasant one. "I told you, you would be spanked just the way our daughters always were. Spanking has always been a family affair here, not something to be done in secret as though it were a shameful thing."
With a little intake of breath, the woman brought her right hand down with the first spank, holding onto the spot she smacked for a second, then the hand moved up and came down on the other cheek.
The spanks stung, but the pain was not terrible, Donna decided. Subconsciously, in the beginning, she felt a certain vague comfort and consolation in the closeness and warmth of her aunt's body and thighs.
As the sting in her nether cheeks became more intense, Donna began to sob and cry while the hand continued to rise and fall in a slap slapping rhythm which indicated that it had done the same thing many times before.
And then the spanking was finished and the warm hand of the woman rubbed and patted Donna's tingling buttocks while she comforted her victim, telling her that punishment was finished and they were friends still.
"Now dear, you may kiss your uncle and me good night and go to bed," her aunt said as she helped the sobbing girl off her lap.
"No dear," the woman said when Donna would have pulled her pants and panties up, "the spanked one must walk to her bedroom with her bum uncovered as a reminder of the embarrassment of being spanked."
Obediently, Donna kissed her aunt, then had to turn and walk to her uncle, both hands holding her pants, her body bared to his gaze, her pretty face flushed as brightly as her other cheeks.
She kissed him on the cheek, turned and walked as fast as her lowered pants and panties would permit, her red cheeks jouncing excitingly with each step. Although she didn't look back, Donna felt eyes on her bare behind as she went out into the hall and mounted the steps.
Her sobbing had stopped by the time she reached the top of the steps and instead of going to her room, Donna went into the bathroom. Seconds later, she heard her aunt and uncle hurry up the steps.
"Christ, hurry," she heard her uncle say in an urgent whisper, "or I'll go off in my pants."
"Shhh," her aunt replied. A second later, the door of their bedroom closed.
Donna suddenly lost her urge to urinate as she was swept up with a wild excitement. Exciting things were happening as a result of her spanking and that she couldn't really understand them didn't lessen the wild excitement she felt.
Donna left the bathroom and crept cautiously along the hall to the door of the bedroom where her aunt and uncle had gone. Light spilled through the keyhole and the door and trembling, Donna crouched, her eye against the little hole.
Her aunt stood naked, her body big, white and smooth looking, causing a fresh wave of excitement to sweep over the girl. A stronger wave followed, one which almost made her cry out as the man bared his frighteningly big, rampant penis and the hairy sac which looked so big below as it swung between his strong, hairy thighs.
The two fell onto the bed and began writhing, kissing passionately as they fondled each other in mounting lust. Donna trembled with anticipation as she assumed she was going to see them having sexual intercourse, but as her aunt lay on her back with her legs up and open to display her wide crotch, the man surprised her.
Instead of getting onto the woman and plunging his stiff penis into her, he moved down on the bed until he was able to get his face into her crotch.
"Oh yes, darling," the woman groaned, a look of pain on her face, "lap me, suck my cunt before I die. Oh darling, I'm so horny. Oh ... oooh ... Heavens, that's so good ... lick, darling, lick ... suck ... "
Donna sensed that her aunt was trying to be quiet but that in her wild arousal, she couldn't. She heard her announce in a harsh whisper that she was coming, then her legs kicked high and her big, naked body jerked violently.
After that, Donna did see them having sexual intercourse as the man approached his wife, his right hand holding his long, strong looking penis, the skin drawn back to reveal the big head.
The woman groaned deeply as he fumbled in her crotch, then pushed his penis into the wet-looking gash there. Falling on her, he began stroking as her arms held him and she kept moaning, telling him how good it felt and how she wanted him to ride her as hard as he could.
The ride ended much more quickly than the girl expected, the man's body jerking and twitching as his naked partner held him with her arms and legs, her big behind jerking high.
When the man dismounted, his penis was so much smaller and so soft and soggy looking that Donna did not want to continue looking at it. Instead, she slipped quietly back to her bedroom and closed the door softly behind her. She undressed hurriedly, her mind a maze of hot, erotic thoughts and mental pictures, then she slipped into bed without putting her nightie on.
Instinct sent a hand between her thighs where it was warm and soft and terribly exciting. She had masturbated before and knew she would do it again. Her fingers found the hard little passion bud then and she began to stroke it.
Donna wasn't capable of conscious thought at the time, not until orgasm rocked her and removed the rough edges of lust. After that, while her hand stayed in her crotch, she began to fit the pieces of the erotic puzzle together to form a picture which made her tremble again.
She had been spanked supposedly for having broken the rules, but it was also very much for the enjoyment of her aunt and uncle, she realized. The baring and spanking of her behind had driven them both wild and sent them hurrying to the bedroom to strip naked and meet in erotic embrace.
Most exciting of all, to Donna, had been seeing her uncle suck the woman's crotch and listening to the moans and groans of the woman, recalling the words she had used, words Donna would never have expected her to use ... "Suck my cunt ... lick, darling ... I'm coming ... "
Recalling the words proved to be a heady wine, so much so that Donna slipped a finger into her hot, virginal slit and began stroking her clitoris again.
Her buttocks still tingled and the feeling was deliriously exciting. If there had been a measure of discomfort in the actual spanking, there was none in the aftermath as little pins and needles of fire danced in her warm nether cheeks.
Donna climaxed for the second time and by then, the excitement of spanking and of sex had blended into one joyous act of sex. And with it, forming the exciting highlight, was the exciting recollection of the man's face going into the woman's crotch and of the thrilling sucking and licking he had given her.
Throwing off the sheet, Donna looked down at her crotch and thighs. As the tips of her fingers played there, she tried to imagine the head of a man there, a specific man, her uncle.
In her fantasy, he was fully aroused from having spanked her. His organ was stiff and throbbing with desire for her body. He begged to be allowed to put his penis into her slit, but she refused.
"No Uncle," she whispered, "first you must suck and lick my hot cunt. That's it, Uncle, keep sucking my cunt ... oooh, that's it ... my bum is hot from the nice spanking and now my cunt is hot ... suck me off ... suck my cunt and make me come now ... ooh, I'm coming in my cunt ... suck ... suck ... suck ... "
Through her fantasy, one finger had played the role of the fantasy tongue of her uncle and the orgasm she experienced was very real indeed as were her cries and groans.
Only when the storm passed and her voice became quiet again did Donna realize that in the throes of the strong fantasy, she had lost control of herself and had been crying out loudly.
Guiltily, she pulled the sheet back over her body, sure that she had been heard and that someone would come to investigate. She heard the quiet sound of someone moving away from her door and her heart sank as she grasped the significance of it.
Just as she had peeked into the bedroom while her aunt and uncle were making erotic love, so had someone been peeking into her room while she indulged in a sexual fantasy that had seemed as real as the real thing she had witnessed.
Whoever it was, aunt or uncle, the peeper had been able to look directly into her wide open crotch, had seen her fingering herself and had heard her words and her aroused cries.
Donna wanted to die of shame, but her tired body wanted to sleep. Her body won, but she woke in the morning with guilt and shame still strong in her.
CHAPTER TWO
Donna knew she was hiding out in her bed, but she couldn't face whoever it was who had peeped through the keyhole the previous night. In time, there was a knock on her door and her aunt came into the room, smiling brightly.
"All right, little one," the woman greeted her, cheerfully, "you can't hide away here forever."
"What ... what do you mean?" Donna asked, blushing as the woman came and sat on the edge of her bed.
"What I mean, dear, is that you're not the only girl who has ever gotten excited and diddled her hot little pussy. If I had a dollar for every time I've done it, both as a woman and girl, I'd be rich."
"Then it ... it was you who was at my door?"
"Yes, dear, but as I began to put the pieces together, trying to figure out what made you so horny, I decided I wasn't the only one who had done a bit of peeping last night. Right?" she asked with a grin.
"Yes, Auntie. I'm sorry, I couldn't help it. I was in the bathroom when you and Uncle went by. I heard him say something about going off in his pants and I could tell something was going to happen. I saw light through the keyhole and I couldn't help it, I just had to look."
"I can't say I blame you, dear. I would have done the same thing. How much did you see?"
"Everything. Uncle was still undressing when I started looking."
"Had you ever seen a stiff prick like that before?" the woman asked and Donna felt arousal beginning to surge again.
"No. The only one I'd ever seen was a little boy's, just a baby. I never dreamed it would be so big and strong looking."
"It's big and strong all the time, dear, but it was the sight of me spanking your beautiful bum that made it stronger than it's been in years. So you saw him go down on me, did you?"
"Is that what it's called? With his mouth?"
"That's one of the things it's called, dear. It is also known as eating pussy, cunt lapping, muff diving, pick a name, no matter what you call it, the thrill is the same."
"Do all men do that when they make love to a woman?" Donna wanted to know.
"No, dear, only the good lovers. Some men are only interested in getting the cock in and going off. Your uncle is one of the good lovers, the kind of man who knows what a woman wants and how to make her feel good. It must have been quite an exciting sight for you, dear."
"Oh, yes and your body was so beautiful, too."
"Hadn't you ever seen a naked woman before?"
"No. I guess I've been pretty protected all my life," Donna replied sadly.
"There's such a thing as being over protected, isn't there, dear?"
"Yes. Things would have been different if I'd been brought up by you and uncle."
"True, dear, but you are here now and will be for two whole months. Life can be very different, if you're not afraid of it, that is."
"I'm excited, but I don't think I'm afraid, not of you and Uncle."
"Maybe we should start by dropping the Aunt and Uncle and calling us Clair and Doug. We'll all be friends rather than relatives. It's more fun that way, dear."
"Thanks, Clair. It really is better. Uncle won't mind my calling him Doug?"
"He'll love it dear. Did you mean what you said about thinking my body was beautiful, Donna?"
"Oh yes," Donna replied eagerly, thrilling to the warmth of the woman's tone and to the nearness of her.
"Well, dear, I'm naked under my robe and I've had my morning bath. If you were to untie the sash, you'd be able to have a closer look at me."
Donna blinked, then her hands trembled as they went to the sash of the woman's bathrobe. With some fumbling, she managed to untie it then, trembling, pulled it open. With a sigh, the woman shrugged it off her shoulders and it fell to the bed. She breathed deeply and her breasts jutted boldly.
Taking the girl by both wrists, she carried her hands to her breasts which were amazingly firm for a woman of her years. The touch was light at first, then Donna was rubbing them avidly, sighing as passion flared hotly within her again.
Donna felt the sheet being pulled off her, felt the cool air pleasant on her body, looked down over her bare breasts and tummy to the triangle of dark hair on her white tummy.
"Oh Clair," she gasped, "what if Unc ... I mean Doug caught us like this?"
"Don't you worry, darling," the woman whispered as her hands moved to Donna's breasts and began to fondle, "everything is under control."
With that, the woman's face came down toward the girl whose body quivered excitingly. Donna emitted a broken cry of passion as the warm mouth closed over a sensitive breast and she felt it being sucked warmly.
"Go ahead and scream or groan or sigh, darling," the woman told her, raising her face from her breast. "We're all alone. Make all the noise you like and it will make it even more exciting."
The mouth came back to Donna's breast to suck it again and this time Donna groaned more loudly as warm fingers came into play, fondling her other breast and erecting and sensitizing her nipples.
Donna felt the silken hand move smoothly down to her mons veneris, pause to play with the foliage then move farther down as her legs parted wide. She cried out loudly as the fingers rubbed over her soft vulva.
"Feel nice, darling?" the woman asked, her voice warm and terribly exciting.
"Oh yes ... yesssss," Donna cried, her body wild with lust as it squirmed under the gently rubbing hand of the woman.
"You have a sweet little cunt, darling and I'm going to play with it until you have a nice come. There now, I'll just slip a finger inside where it's warm and itching for me to put my finger like ... uh ... this ... there ... what a sweet little clitoris. Just relax, dear while I finger your little bud and make you come for me."
Turning without breaking the contact of finger with sensitive clitoris, Clair slipped a hand under the girl, held a buttock and went on fingering until Donna tensed, held that way for a moment, then erupted in hot orgasm.
Cries broke from her throat as her hot body jerked and writhed on the bed, the woman unable to hold her as spasm after spasm rocked her tender young body.
"Did you come, darling?" the woman asked with a teasing grin.
"Come? I think I died and went to heaven. Oh, Clair, I never knew it could be this way with two girls."
"Two women, darling, you're not a girl anymore. Yes, dear, it can be great with two women just as it can be great with a man and a woman. There can be so much beauty and joy in life if we only allow ourselves to find it and take it."
"Oh yes, Clair," Donna said with a little groan, "I know you're right and you'll show it all to me, won't you?"
"Yes, my angel, I'll show you everything and so will Doug. Since he saw your lovely bum, he's been out of his mind with desire for you. All you have to do is swear that you'll never tell a soul of what you do here."
"Oh Clair, I swear I'll never tell, honest. You know I wouldn't."
"All right, it's a deal, dear and we'll seal it with a kiss. A very special kiss. Lie back, dear, that's it," the woman told her as she raised and parted her shapely young legs.
"Oh Clair, what are you going to do?"
"I'm going to give you a very special kiss, my dearest. I told you it would be a special one, remember? What a sweet, beautiful crotch, what a delicious pink cunt you have. Yes, Donna, that's where I'm going to kiss you, right on your lovely, warm little pussy. I may do more than just kiss it too. I may not be able to stop and I may keep my mouth there and suck it off."
Bending closer, the woman began kissing and licking her way up sensitive, silken thighs while the girl cried and groaned with desire such as she had never known.
And then her cries were louder, much louder, as the woman's mouth fastened onto her vulva in what began as a kiss but quickly changed to something much more thrilling as her mouth sucked, then her tongue worked into the moist, virginal slit and began to lick.
While hands held her, strongly, Donna writhed and made sounds that were intended to be words but didn't make it. The sounds became louder, more urgent, then orgasm gripped her body and frightened her with the intensity until the waves stopped crashing and she found the strength to open her yes.
"That's what it's like to have your cunt lapped, darling," Clair told her with a grin. "Did you like it a little?"
"Oh Clair, don't tease me. Nothing on earth is that good, it can't be."
"It can be that good and it is, darling. That's a sweet little pink honeypot you have between your beautiful legs. I'll want to lick it up often and so will Doug. It will always be that good to feel a sucking mouth and licking tongue in your crotch."
Clair took the girl into a passionate embrace and they kissed hotly, their naked bodies rubbing. After a while, Donna felt her right hand being led into the warm crotch of the woman. She didn't try to resist, wanted to find out what it would be like to have her hand in a woman's crotch. She found out as her hand pressed on the soft warm lips and began to rub, lovingly, gently as the woman began to jerk and tremble with arousal.
"Yes. Help me. I'm not sure."
The woman moved into position, her legs moved apart and her crotch was open. Donna paused, her face close to the waiting crotch and inhaled deeply the woman's aroma which wafted up. It was faintly musky, yet clean and terribly exciting.
With a muffled groan, she brought her mouth down onto the crotch lips of the woman and heard the groan of approaching ecstasy.
Despite her lack of experience, Donna found that she knew how to suck the thick lips into her mouth, how to explore the hot depths with her tongue, then she found the hard clitoris and began licking it as the woman had done to her.
Silken thighs rubbed her and warm hands held and rubbed her as she threatened to devour the wide, warm crotch of the woman who writhed as though in agony as Donna went on rasping the sensitive clitoris with her tongue.
Donna heard the woman cry out that she was coming, then the hot, wet crotch began to rub back against her face as Clair climaxed, violently.
When she heard the door open, Donna raised her wet face from the crotch of the woman and looked into the excited, smiling face of her uncle Doug. He wore a bathrobe and she saw the way his erect penis pushed at the front of it.
CHAPTER THREE
"My, my, what naughty little girls we have here," he commented as his wife opened her eyes and groaned, tiredly.
"Oh darling," she sighed as she sat up, "what a darling little angel she is. Wasn't it exciting for you?"
"You can say that again, baby," he told her, his penis throbbing inside the robe. "I damn near blew my load a dozen times. Our little Donna is a honey. I can't wait to lick that sweet little pussy myself."
"You were watching all the time?" Donna asked, blushing. "You saw everything we did to each other?"
"Why not, darling," Clair replied for him. "As I recall, you watched everything we did last night."
"Gee, I don't think I could have done it if I'd known he was watching."
"That's why he stayed out in the hall and peeped through the keyhole. Besides, I'm sure it was more exciting for him that way. There's that extra thrill to peeping rather than watching openly."
"Now just a minute you two," Doug interrupted, a stern expression on his face, his tone matching the look, "I have a few things to say at this point."
"Oh? Like what?" his wife asked in pretended puzzlement.
"Like naughty little girls who take their clothes off and play with each other, sucking tits and licking cunts, have to be punished for their naughtiness. You should know that, my dear, even if innocent little Donna doesn't?"
"Innocent little Donna?" his wife replied. "Didn't you see the way the sexy little bitch chewed my crotch?"
"True, true, but you were the one who led her into it. You did seduce the little darling. Do you deny it?"
"Well, I can't really deny it, especially since you saw everything."
"Right and so you are going to be punished."
"How are you going to punish me, Daddy?" she asked in a girlish tone.
"I'm going to .give you a spanking on your bare bum. A good hard spanking that will make you cry."
"Oh Daddy, please don't spank my bum. I'll be a good girl. I'll suck your cock or do anything you want me to."
"You bet you will, little girl, but that will be after you've had your spanking and your bum cheeks are all hot and red."
"And what about Donna?" she asked. "After all, she was naughty too, she gave me a cunt lapping just like I did to her."
"That's right, dear and her pretty little bum is going to be spanked too."
Donna understood that it was all a game and when she heard him say that she too would be spanked, tremors of arousal shook her lovely young body.
"However," he went on, "if I'm going to do all that spanking, I'd better get out of this robe. Spanking can be very warm work."
Donna fought to focus her eyes as she watched Doug fumble with the tie of his bathrobe. It fell open and he pulled the robe away from him. He was naked and his rampant penis looked even bigger than it had the night before, big and terrifying and yet terribly exciting.
He allowed the robe to fall to the floor, then went to his wife who got off the bed, her big breasts rising and falling with her labored, passionate breathing.
"Before I spank you, I am going to kiss you both just to show that I'm not angry and that I still love you."
With that, he took his naked wife into his arms, his mouth mashing wetly on hers, their nude bodies pressing and rubbing together through the long and very passionate kiss.
When the kiss ended, he turned to Donna to do the same and her knees became so weak that she was barely able to stand. He caught her in his strong arms and crushed her body as his mouth came down on hers. Between them, she felt the form of his stiff penis pressing against her.
"There now," he said as he released Donna and she fell back onto the bed, "that looks after the kissing, now to get on with the spanking of your beautiful bums."
Sitting on the edge of the bed, the man had the women stand side by side, their backs turned to him so that he could admire and fondle four lovely nether cheeks. It was not long before his probing hands had both their behinds wriggling and swaying with passion.
"What a pair of horny wenches you are," he told them, his hands still exploring, patting and rubbing. "I do believe you're both anxious to have your arses spanked. Is that so? Answer me."
"Yes, dear," his wife replied and Donna echoed the words.
"Now that I think of it, if I give both those bums the spanking they deserve, my poor hand will take quite a beating of its own. Have you ever spanked anyone, Donna?"
"Oh no."
"Well I think you're old enough to learn. You are going to spank Clair for me and then you'll get over my lap for me to spank your bum. Yes, I'm sure that will be best."
He got off the bed then and invited Donna to sit there.
"That's it, now Clair is going to lie, bum up, across your pretty thighs and you are going to give her a hard spanking. If you don't spank hard, I'll give you an extra spanking as punishment."
"You'd better do as he says, dear," Clair told the girl. "Don't worry, my big bum can take it. Smack hard and make my cheeks red and hot. It will save your bum from catching fire when you go over his lap."
While Donna trembled with arousal, the woman draped her naked body across her thighs, the contact of skin on skin adding to her arousal, the sight of the big, smooth, white cheeks so thrilling in their silent submission.
Doug made a critical inspection, ran a hand over his wife's silken buttocks, then stepped back and told Donna to begin spanking, reminding her to spank hard.
With the first spank, the big cheek joggled and drew a louder cry from Donna that it did from Clair.
"That felt nice, didn't it, Donna?" he asked, a smile of excitement lighting his face. "It was much too light though. Let me see you slap the other big cheek a lot harder now."
Taking a deep breath, Donna brought her hand up, then slapped it down hard on the other cheek. Again the big mound of flesh quivered under her hand.
With the man encouraging her and urging her on, Donna went on spanking the woman, desire making fire burn in her crotch as her hand rose and fell with an exciting sound and feel, the big nether cheeks taking on heat and exciting color under the stinging smacking she administered, the woman's silken smooth body squirming across her thighs.
Clair cried excitingly all through the spanking and the sound of crying made the spanking even more thrilling to the girl. When, finally, Doug told her to stop, Donna gave a little cry. She didn't want to stop, yet knew she must.
Her right hand rubbed the hot cheeks lovingly as Clair lay sobbing, her body trembling and jerking, her hot, red behind twitching. Remembering the spanking she had taken the previous evening, Donna knew about the hot, dancing pins and needles the woman felt and even envied her.
And then the man helped his wife to her feet as he commented on the color and warmth of her buttocks and congratulated Donna on having done so good a job.
Clair hurried to the full length mirror to look proudly at her red behind, then, happy tears shining in her eyes, she rubbed the hot globes with both her hands, the motion causing her breasts to sway.
"Well now, Donna," Doug said as he sat on the edge of the bed and patted his thighs, "come to me and we'll see how well you take your spanking."
Donna hurried to him, but instead of lying on his thighs, she brought her mouth to him for a kiss of passion.
"That was sweet, dear," he told her then, "now lie across my lap so my hand can kiss your very pretty bum. There, that's the way ... that's a good girl ... oh what a beautiful bum, I'm going to make it nice and pink with a hot spanking."
He fondled the cheeks for a little while, then he commenced spanking. He did not smack hard, yet each slap imparted a definite sting, a delicious one for Donna despite the fact that she cried and kicked all the way through, her lush, naked body squirming over his strong thighs.
When he stopped spanking, his wife came to them and dropped to her knees. While his hand fondled an excitingly warm, pink globe, she kissed and licked a matching one while Donna sobbed and sighed in ecstasy.
Donna felt a hand pushing between her thighs and she parted them to open a path to her crotch. With a groan of delight, she felt the tips of his fingers on her vulva, then one went inside to play, causing her behind to sway and jerk excitingly.
At the sight and the feel of her, Doug decided that fingering her hot young slit was not enough so he withdrew his hand and took her off his lap. She was puzzled when the man got onto the bed and lay on his back, his rampant penis looking like an erotic beacon.
"Help her onto my face, darling," he told 'his wife who smiled an excited smile as she turned to the girl.
"You're going to have a nice ride, dear. Doug loves to have a beautiful woman sit on his face for a cunt lapping. He especially loves it when she has warm bum cheeks for him to play with while he licks."
Clair guided the girl into a kneeling position, her crotch directly above the man's face. As Donna looked down, she saw him licking his lips and she trembled at the realization that soon his tongue would be licking in her vagina.
With help from Clair, Donna lowered herself onto the man until she felt the whispy hairs of her crotch touching his face. At that moment, his hands reached for her, he pulled her down a little more, then a cry broke from her throat as his mouth claimed her vulva, his tongue licking it generously before it went into her slit and commenced licking.
His hands were both strong and gentle on her hot nether cheeks while his tongue found her clitoris and began lapping it, deliriously.
Donna felt a motion behind her, then felt hands, soft, gentle ones, close over her breasts and realized that Clair too was kneeling astride her husband.
Donna was not surprised when, very soon, her body began to tense in warning that orgasm was approaching. As she panted the message, the man gripped more firmly, his hands strong, his tongue lapping more greedily and almost hurting her sensitized clitoris.
Her climax was shatteringly strong and in the course of it, her wet crotch rubbed all over Doug's face. There was no protest from the man though.
"Come watch, dear," Clair whispered, "I'm going to fuck him."
That seemed like a reversal of roles to Donna, so she dismounted the man and moved down on the bed to watch. Looking under Clair's pink buttocks, she saw the woman fit the stiff penis into her vagina, then, staring intently, watched as her behind rode up and down, impaling herself on the strong rod until there was a series of groans from the man and her chubby, pink behind pressed down, grinding on his belly and twitching as he pumped his semen into her hot body.
When the act was finished, Doug suggested that Clair and Donna dress in bra, panties, garter belts and nylons to prepare breakfast.
"After all," he explained tiredly, "if I'm to keep two of you serviced, I need food for strength, otherwise I'll die of premature old age."
Laughing, Clair got off him. Lying close, the girl heard a little sucking sound as his wet pecker slipped out of the woman's slit and fell back on him, spent and helpless looking.
Minutes later, Clair and Donna were giggling in the kitchen as they talked of what they had done and what they would do.
"Will Doug put that big prick in my little cunt and fuck me?" Donna asked in a more serious moment.
"Do you want him to, darling?"
"Oh yes. Now that I've gone this far, I want to go all the way."
"Then he will dear. In fact, I doubt very much that you'll be a virgin when you go to bed tonight."
CHAPTER FOUR
After a late breakfast, Doug had to drive into the city on business, but before leaving, he kissed and fondled the two females thoroughly, arousing in the two of them, fresh waves of desire.
"That was mean of him," Clair pouted after the man left. "He got my cunt all worked up for me."
"Mine too," Donna agreed, rubbing a hand along the crotch of her panties.
"Then let's take our tingly cunts to bed, dear," Clair said. "We can catch up with our housework in a little while."
In the bedroom they removed their panties, but ignored their bras as they decided to go right into action. Each fondled the crotch of the other for a little while, then Clair guided them into an erotic end to end embrace and each lapped the other. They both climaxed, then after a brief rest, got off the bed, replaced their panties and went about the task of getting the house in order.
When Doug returned, late in the afternoon, the woman and girl were bathed, their bodies powdered and perfumed, ready to delight the man again. Since they neglected to wear dresses or slips, their bra and panty clad bodies sent desire surging through the man at first sight of them.
Because work was finished, Clair and Donna were able to sit with Doug and enjoy a drink and as it was another first for Donna, Clair made her drink a weak one and warned her to sip it slowly.
"Aren't you a bit young to be drinking, young lady?" Doug asked in pretended disapproval.
"She's also a bit young to be fucking, dear," Clair replied, "but if you have any life left in that cunt poker of yours, she'll be doing that too."
"Then let me assure both of you that there will be plenty of life in my cock. Right now, it's threatening to tear a hole in the front of my pants. As a matter of fact, I just happened to pick up a dozen raincoats while I was in the city."
"Raincoats?" Donna asked, not understanding.
"He means frenchsafes, dear," Clair told her "and he sounds very ambitious to me."
While they continued their light banter, Doug took his clothes off and naked, sat and invited Donna to sit on his lap. She did so and both agreed that it was a good idea. When Clair came to stand beside Doug, he played between her thighs until the crotch of her panties was moist.
"You know, dear," Clair said then, "I'd thought that we'd give this little angel her first fuck this evening, but the more I think of it, the more I feel it really would be silly to wait. What do you think?"
"I think my cock is stiff, her sweet little hot box is ready and it would be a sin to delay her joy."
"Oh yes, I want it now," Donna said, eagerly as her warm behind squirmed on the man's lap making his already erect penis throb strongly.
"You're not afraid, dear?" Clair asked.
"No. I know it's going to hurt, but it has to happen once and then I'll be able to enjoy all the fucking I want."
"You're very wise, darling," Clair told her. "Besides, I've tested your cherry and it seems to be pretty thin. You may not have as much trouble as you think."
The three of them got up then and went upstairs to the master bedroom.
"Are we going to do it right now?" Donna asked, obviously anxious.
"Not right away, dear," Doug told her. "It's a very important thing and we mustn't rush it. Clair will get you nicely worked up and make sure your sweet little cunt is properly juicy. The two of you get on the bed now and entertain me."
They did so, eagerly and began by sharing a very passionate kiss. As they writhed together on the bed, Doug went to sit beside them, adding his hands to four others which moved warmly over sleek, exciting bodies.
When he saw his wife unhooking Donna's bra, Doug did the same to hers and their writhing embrace became a bare breasted one, adding to the arousal of all three.
The crotch of Donna's panties was excitingly moist when Clair pulled them down and Doug eased them off and carried them to his nose to inhale deeply the fragrance of girl crotch.
When he caught his wife bending, Doug slipped down her panties and took them off. He smiled as Donna sent a hand into the woman's crotch to probe and play there, causing Clair's arched behind to sway with excitement.
Gradually, hands gave way to mouths and there were loud, wet sucking sounds to further inflame the man who felt his penis throb in hot anticipation. Donna howled in orgasm, then, seconds later, Clair joined her, their cries of ecstasy loud and thrilling in the quiet room.
As they fell apart, Doug went to the dresser for a condom and worked it over the swollen head of his prick. When Donna saw what he was doing, she sat up and stared as he rolled the latex over the long, stiff shaft.
"Oh," she cried, excitedly, "it looks so beautiful."
"Not as beautiful as it's going to look when it is in your crotch, pushing into your tight little slit for your first fuck," Clair told her.
She moved quickly then, going down on all fours on the bed, her big behind arched over the edge, her knees well apart.
"Slip it up me to lubricate it, darling," she told her husband and he went to her. Watching intently as he pushed against his wife's behind, Donna was amazed at how easily his big organ penetrated the woman. When he withdrew it, after a few strokes, the latex shone with the moisture she had imparted to it in her body. As her husband patted her buttocks lovingly, Clair turned and helped arrange Donna in the classic pose for intercourse, lying on her back, her legs wide apart and bent slightly at the knees, her warm, virginal crotch beautifully presented.
Doug went to her and lay gently atop her to kiss her mouth, a kiss to which she responded beautifully. While Clair whispered to the girl, he probed her warm crotch until she felt the enlarged head pause between her soft, moist lips, then, with a little grunt, Doug pushed it inside. It stretched her, but there was no pain, only the exciting feeling that all of her being was being filled and stretched by the massive organ.
Doug felt his tool pushing at the barrier of her hymen and gave a tentative push. To his amazement he felt the membrane give way, the path cleared with the one light jab which caused her to emit only a small cry of pain.
He paused for a moment, then worked the rest of his rod into her vagina.
"Ooh," she groaned, "I feel as though I'm going to break in two."
"That's the way it should feel, darling," Clair told her. "Not just the first time either. When a man has a big one like Doug's, it feels like that every time. Are you ready for your fucking now?"
"Oh yes. He's going to fuck me the way I saw him fucking you. I want it ... I want it ... give it to me, Doug, fuck my cunt."
Trembling with excitement, delighted that it had been so easy for her, the man began stroking. He used long, slow strokes so that the girl was able to savor the excitement of each withdrawal and following penetration.
"Oh darling," Clair sighed, "you're so lucky to get such a delicious fucking the first time. Doug is the best fucker in the world and he's giving you his very best, slow and easy. Relax, baby and let your whole body feel it, all the way up to your brain.
Donna understood exactly what the woman meant. It was hard for her to believe that all the sensations she felt were being caused by about six inches of penis in her vagina. It felt more as though the man's organ were three feet long and filled her entire body, right up to her throat.
"Oh ... oh ... " Donna panted, "I think I'm going to come."
"How wonderful for you, darling," Clair whispered. "Virgins almost never do during their first fuck. Just relax and let it happen if it's going to. Feel that cock, baby ... feel it ... feel it."
But Donna felt it and felt it well without being told to. She had expected it would feel good, but it was more than that, it was great, greater even than a tongue licking in her vagina. It had to be, she told herself, the most wonderful feeling in the world, the joy to end all joys for all time.
And then she was climaxing, her fragile young body finding such a reserve of strength in orgasm that she bucked strongly and carried his much heavier body up with her, her back arched in passion. Falling back onto the bed, she threw her legs around the man and held him in so powerful a grip that' he was not able to continue stroking and had to pause until her legs let go as the shocks stopped tearing through her.
He changed the style of his riding then as his penis pistoned fast and hard, his big body crushing her until he broke into a series of grunts and then he was pumping his semen.
Donna wished then that he had not worn a safe, wished his juice were free to spurt up her body the way it did when he rode his wife, but she reminded herself to be thankful for what he had given her.
The act finished, Doug rested on her a little, then tiredly withdrew his spent penis and moved off her. Donna's body was wet with their mingled sweat and she ran her hands over herself, excitedly.
"Look at the juice your tight little cunt took out of him, dear," Clair told her as she removed the condom from her husband and showed the girl how much was in the end of the condom.
"Ooh, what a shame to waste it," Donna observed.
"It won't be wasted, dear. Roll over and I'll massage it into the skin of your bum. Cream is very good for the skin."
Donna rolled over and seconds later, sighed as the woman poured the semen onto her buttocks and gave them an erotic massage.
Later that evening, when Doug achieved another erection, Clair taught Donna how to suck it and her efforts were rewarded with a warm drink of semen.
CHAPTER FIVE
When her vacation ended, Donna had learned all the couple could teach her and knew more about sex than many women learn in a lifetime. She was completely bisexual and couldn't decide whether she preferred a male or a female partner.
She was sixteen then and her parents allowed her to date. The first time she necked with a youth, she startled him by not trying to stop him when he put a hand under her dress to fondle her legs through her nylons.
Rather than protesting, she was a little annoyed that he advanced so slowly. Eventually, his hand was on bare skin above her nylon and she sighed and gave him her mouth to kiss.
When she opened her legs wide, the youth took the hint and his hand moved up to feel the crotch of her panties.
"Hey, are you going to let me go all the way?" he asked in obvious amazement.
"You mean all the way to sticking your cock in my cunt and fucking me?" she asked, shocking him with her unexpected frankness.
"Yes ... yes. Gee, I never expected you'd be so great."
"I learned from experts, a man and a woman," she told him, proudly. "I spent my whole summer fucking and sucking and being sucked."
"Sucking? You mean sucking cocks?"
"I mean cocks, cunts, tits, anything. Do you have a safe?"
"No," he replied with a little gulp, "I guess I didn't think I'd need one. The guys all say you're a virgin."
"Do I act like a virgin?" she asked as she pulled the zipper of his fly down and reached inside to fondle his small but stiff penis.
"Oh no, you sure don't. Let me put it in you, Donna. I'll take it out before I shoot, honest."
"Not a chance. Until you get a rubber on that thing, you're not getting it between my legs. I like my shape the way it is, not with my belly looking like a balloon."
They were in her home at the time, her parents out for the evening, their privacy assured, so she stood and took her dress off. At the sight of her, the youth's eyes bulged.
"Come on, don't be so shy," she scolded the youth. "Get out of those clothes and we'll have some real fun. When you're naked, I'll take my bra off and give you my tits to play with and suck. Do you like tits?"
"I sure like yours," he told her as he began to undress, nervous but eager.
When he stood naked, except for his socks, Donna went into his arms to be kissed. While their mouths mashed, he fondled her bottom through her panties, then put a hand inside them to feel the silken orbs, his hand trembling as she pressed her belly against his stiff penis and clutched at his buttocks with both hands, pulling him more firmly against her.
Donna recalled a time when, while playing with her uncle, he had gone off all over her belly. She wondered if the same thing would happen to the boy.
His hand came out of her panties and she sighed as she felt him unhooking her bra. Seconds later, he was drooling at the sight and feel of her breasts as he fondled them lovingly. Getting onto the couch, she fed them one at a time into his mouth and he sucked them very excitingly while she squirmed with passion.
Donna teased him for a while before she allowed him to take her panties off, then she pulled his face down to her mons veneris and made him kiss and lick her there.
While they romped on the couch, the youth went on begging for sexual intercourse, but Donna refused his fervent pleas, telling him that if he brought a condom on their next date she would allow him that.
"Have you ever sucked a girl's cunt?" she asked.
"No. To tell the truth, I never even saw one before tonight."
"Is that true? Am I really your first girl?"
"Yes. I tried lots of times, but I never even got to see or feel a girl's panties."
"Well this is going to be your big night," she told him. "We can't fuck, but I'm going to teach you how to lap a cunt and make me come, then I'll take your stiff cock in my mouth and suck it off. You'll like the way I do a blow-job. I'll really drain your balls for you."
The youth was so excited that she thought he would cry and her domination of him made her feel very mature, a woman of the world teaching a shy, trembling boy how to serve a woman's sex needs.
Lying back, she opened her legs wide to give him her vulva to see and play with. She guided a hand and telling him to put a finger in the hot, moist slit, showed him her clitoris as she rubbed it with his finger while explaining orgasm and how it could be induced with a finger, a penis or a tongue.
"But what does it taste like?" he asked.
"You mean a cunt? There's hardly any taste, but the act of sucking and licking a nice hot one is wild. I love sucking cunts as much as I love having someone suck mine or fuck me. Give it a little kiss and find out how exciting it is."
It required more urging, but she soon coaxed him until he kissed, then licked her vulva, then her long fingers curled in his hair and she rubbed his head as he knelt on the floor by the couch and lapped her until she climaxed strongly with her legs kicking high and her bare behind bouncing on the couch.
"There now," she sighed as she looked at his wet face and hair, her hand rubbing where his mouth had been, "wasn't that something?"
"It sure was," he agreed.
"The next time a girl offers to let you suck her cunt will you do it?"
"You bet. I'll suck yours any time you want. I also want to fuck you though. Please let me stick it in you just for a second, to feel it."
"Sorry," she said as he got up and she took his penis in her hand, squeezed it and produced a pearl of fluid. "See what I mean?" she asked, "with enough bad luck, just one drop of that stuff can make a baby."
While he stood, trembling, she licked the drop of fluid then kissed and licked his penis all over before she sighed, deeply, then pushed the organ into her mouth and began sucking.
She had told him she was good at it and she quickly proved her point, making him groan with ecstasy as she sucked greedily until, his knees sagging, she held him by the buttocks as he ejaculated into her mouth and she drained him with her greedy sucking.
Later, when she was unable to erect his penis for a return engagement, she allowed him to watch while she fingered her clitoris until she achieved orgasm.
At school the next day, she noticed both boys and girls looking at her differently and guessed that her date of the previous evening had spread the word. It pleased her. She was a senior and younger than most, so that she wanted her sexual exploits to become known feeling, somehow, that it made her more mature than the older girls at the school.
Many boys wanted to date her, but what really told her, her fame had spread was a few days later when one of the older girls in the school asked her to accompany her home after school, pointing out that her parents both worked and they would be able to chat and get to know each other better.
In the girl's apartment, Donna listened with growing interest as her new friend dropped subtle hints to indicate that she would be interested in lesbian sexual activity. For a while, Donna just teased her, acting innocent and pretending not to understand what the older girl was leading up to.
Then, without warning, Donna brought their mouths together and pushed a hand up the girl's dress and into her crotch. When the kiss ended, they were both perspiring and squirming with lust.
They undressed on the couch and resumed their embrace with nothing more than garter belts and sheer nylons remaining. Breasts were fondled and sucked and crotches were rubbed and fingered as passion mounted to the point where neither could wait any longer.
Donna dropped to the thick carpet and her friend joined her there. Seconds later, each had her mouth pressed to the vulva of the other and they licked and sucked their way to mutual orgasm.
While they rested, they exchanged stories of how they had discovered the joys of lesbianism, each adding to the arousal of the other. Then they met in another thrilling embrace, end to end, hands rubbing smooth buttocks and thighs as they licked their way to the revisited joy of climax for two.
While the two met frequently after that, Donna refused to make it a steady affair as her friend wanted. Instead, she insisted on playing the field, sharing sexual pleasure with males and females alike.
The first time she brought her lesbian friend to the privacy of her home, Donna played with her until she was highly aroused, then made her submit to bare bottom spanking and allowed the older girl to spank her in return.
She seduced her way through the school as though impelled to go to bed with everyone in sight. A few boys submitted to spankings and joyfully turned her over their laps to spank her lovely bottom. Donna always stuck to her rule of no intercourse without a condom and tempered her refusal by fondling the throbbing penis of the applicant of the moment, then taking it in her mouth and bringing it to ejaculation there.
There were a couple of male teachers who caught her eye and she tried everything short of rape to get them into bed, but they were older and wiser than she and knew what the consequences would be if caught out, so they resisted and forced her to settle for boys and girls.
As her fame continued to spread it got out of control and her parents began receiving anonymous letters and phone calls, most of them crude in their references to the girl as a whore and a nympho.
For a while, her parents tried to ignore the whole thing, but when the messages continued to be received, they knew the time had come for them to do something.
One afternoon, when Donna's mother had said she would be out all afternoon, her father slipped home early and caught her as she removed her final garment, her panties, while a naked youth with an erection sat on the bed waiting for her.
The man considered giving the intruder a beating, but wisely changed his mind when he saw that more than the penis of the young man had the look of strength. The boy dressed fast and made his exit.
An ugly scene followed as the man berated his naked daughter. It terminated with his taking his belt off and Donna, knowing what he had in mind, went to the foot of her bed and bent over it, her bare bottom presented, her feet wide apart so that, she knew, her crotch was as clearly visible as was her behind.
The doubled belt lashed her behind once, twice, then without warning, the man turned and walked hurriedly from the room, leaving Donna smiling as she understood what she had done to him.
Donna was confined to the house for the next few days, then went away to a private residential school for girls.
That, her parents decided, was the answer to the whole problem.
CHAPTER SIX
Donna didn't like the idea of a residential school where the discipline would be strict and the company strictly female, but she sensed that there was no alternative just then. She had become an embarrassment to her parents and they had to get her off the scene.
How long she would remain at the school was not clear in her mind as her father drove her to the town where it was located, a drive of a little more than eighty miles. She had made up her mind to give the place a fair trial before taking any drastic action. Under the law of the state, she was free to leave home or school at sixteen, a fact of which she was very much aware.
During the drive, Donna recalled how her body had upset her father the day he tried to give her a strapping and the thought provided her with exciting thoughts to enliven the quiet drive.
She became restless as she enjoyed fantasies in which she seduced her father and as she moved on the seat, the hem of her dress kept hiking up until bare thighs showed above expanded nylon tops. When Donna observed that the man couldn't keep from glancing at her thighs, her fantasies became more explicit, much more erotic.
By the time they reached the school, Donna had the distinct impression that the man had become a nervous wreck and was more than relieved that the drive was finished and that she would soon be out of his sight.
Her father stayed with her while they went through the clerical process of registering her as a student, then she was admitted to the office of a school official, a stern-looking woman whose age Donna guessed to be about fifty or so.
The woman gave her a rundown of school rules. Throughout the piece, the emphasis was on strict obedience backed by strict discipline. But Donna had difficulty absorbing it all since she was not able to turn off the sexual fantasies involving her father.
"I said," the woman repeated in a stern tone, "you may pull your dress hem down. I have seen many thighs in my day and they do not impress me. Unless you learn a proper degree of decorum, you will learn that life in this school can be difficult," she went on, her stern expression underlining her warning.
Blushing, Donna pulled the hem of her dress down and tried to concentrate on what the woman was saying. It turned out to be. a carefully worded warning to her that girls caught in any compromising situation would be expelled from the school instantly.
As she listened, Donna told herself that her stay at the school would probably be brief. She wouldn't go out of her way to get expelled, but she knew that she wasn't going to be able to get along without sex and reasoned that sooner or later she would be caught at it and kicked out.
During her first few days at the school, the other girls seemed to test her, then generally accepted her as one of them. She had a bright personality and a good, irreverent sense of humor and they decided she could be trusted.
Donna had a small room to herself, but that did not offer the privacy she would have liked since the school rules permitted visits among the girls, but with the stipulation that during such visits doors must be left open.
There were big, general bath and shower rooms and Donna showered often, enjoying displaying her naked body and seeing others. With warm glances and subtle hints, she tried to make known that she was all for fun and games.
She had been at the school for a little more than a week when an older girl took her aside one afternoon after school classes and warned her that her attitude was going to get her into trouble.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"I mean if you want to play lick the pussy, you'd better be more discreet about it."
Excited, Donna engaged the girl in conversation and before long, they were walking toward her room. In defiance of the rules, they closed the door and moved into an erotic embrace.
"You really are hot," her visitor commented as they paused for breath.
"You better believe it," Donna told her. "It's been two weeks since I've done anything except with my finger and it's damn near worn out."
They sat on the edge of her bed then and began kissing and fondling, each obviously delighted with the other. Gradually, their clothes fell away, the intensity of their kisses grew, then they were bare except for panties and nylons as they fondled and sucked breasts, passion consuming the two of them.
Wild with desire, Donna tore her panties off and begged the girl to go down on her, telling of her desperate need. Her actions more controlled, the other girl stepped out of her panties gracefully, then stood, a hand rubbing in her crotch, her bright eyes shining with lust.
"That makes two of us, dear," the girl told her. "Isn't it nice that we each have a hot cunt and a mouth and tongue. I'll suck yours while you suck mine. I don't go for any one-way deals."
Seconds later, they were moving into the end to end embrace that had been born so long ago on the Isle of Lesbos. Both were skilled lovers and their mouths and tongues became busy while their hands strayed over silken skin as desire built strongly toward gratification.
Their shared orgasms could have been noisy, but each muffled her cries in the crotch of the other so that the noise level was kept down. When they had rested, Donna lay on her back and invited her partner to kneel astride her with her crotch on her face. The girl hadn't experienced that variation before and found it delightful, so much so that after she climaxed, they changed positions and Donna rode her face through a strong orgasm.
Donna and her friend were walking in town one afternoon when the girl stopped her and pointed to a dress shop diagonally across the street.
"Have you heard about Beth Carson?" she asked.
"No, who is she?" Donna asked.
"Well for one thing, she owns that store. If what I hear about her is true, she also likes teenaged girls, nice, smooth, firm, pretty ones."
"Sounds interesting," Donna commented, "I like girls too, but I also like mature women and it's been quite a while."
"There's more," her friend went on. "The story is that if a girl gets fed up with the school and wants to make a break, away from school and parents and all that, she can help."
"Tell me more."
"Well, rumor has it that if a girl has a nice figure and is prepared to use it to make a living, Beth Carson knows where to send her."
"You mean a whorehouse?" Donna asked, excited suddenly.
"That sort of thing. I'm not sure, mind you, but that's the way the story goes."
At Donna's suggestion, they crossed the street and approached the store. Pretending to look at the dresses on display, Donna looked instead at the woman her friend identified as Beth Carson.
She appeared to be a very well preserved matron in her early forties. Her figure showed a promise of lush curves and firm, warm flesh. Donna felt a surge of desire build in her crotch and fan out through her whole body.
"Come on, hot pants," her friend said, nudging her elbow, "we'd better get away from here before you start fingering yourself right here on the street."
"Oh, shit, does it show that much?" Donna asked.
"It's written all over you and I can feel the waves of heat from your crotch."
Donna took a final look at the woman and felt a fresh surge of arousal as she saw the warm smile on the mature, attractive face. She allowed her friend to lead her away, but desire churned strongly in her and she knew she would come back to the store, alone.
When they returned to the school, they found the usual Friday afternoon state of desertion. Most of the students and many of the teachers had gone for the weekend.
They went to Donna's room and hurriedly stripped then came together on her bed. During their first passionate kiss, Donna felt a hand move between her thighs. The kiss was a long one and it ended with Donna climaxing, her cry of ecstasy muffled in the mouth of her partner.
That orgasm served to polish the rough edges of Donna's lust, but it didn't slake it and the two hot-blooded girls writhed naked on Donna's bed for a long time before fatigue forced them to stop. As usual, they dressed at once so that if they were caught in the room with the door closed, they would be guilty of a lesser infraction in that they would be dressed rather than naked.
During a lull in their conversation, Donna took time to consider her situation and as she took inventory, she saw that there were too many factors on the minus side of the ledger.
For one thing she was restricted strictly to lesbian sex with no opportunity for male partners. But even there, her freedom was hampered since she had to slip into her friend's room silently or her friend came to her the same way; then, as soon as they finished their lovemaking, they had to dress rather than enjoy the shared warmth of nudity.
In the world outside, she told herself, there was more freedom to be had.
Her mind turned to wondering what it would be like to be a whore, not a shabby looking old tramp who haunted the cheap bars to get picked up by old, dirty, smelly drunks who would paw her with dirty hands, have sweaty sex with her for a few dollars then leave her to pick up another drunken bum for the few dollars he could pay.
Rather, she tried to imagine the life of one of the more high class prostitutes, a call girl, one who went to hotels or apartments with wealthy men, who enjoyed a social life which included sex, but always on a higher level and who charged high prices for the use of her body.
The more she thought of it, the more she was sure that her life would turn in that direction.
"Are you still thinking of Beth Carson?" her friend asked.
"That's only part of it. Yes, I'm thinking of Beth and how I'd like to jump in bed with her, but I'm thinking beyond that, to what it would be like to be a high class whore."
"Lots of luck, kid, but it isn't for me. The thought of all those men sticking dirty cocks into me makes me sick."
"Do you intend to be with girls only for the rest of your life?" Donna asked.
"I may change, but as of now, that's the way it is. Men revolt me."
"The only thing about them that revolts me, is the fact that it's been so long since I've had a big cock up my slit or in my mouth."
"Donna," her friend scolded, "you're hopeless."
"Far from it, dear," Donna told her with a grin. "As a matter of fact, right at this moment, I'm full of hope."
Having renewed desire, Donna took her friend's panties off and lapped her until she climaxed again.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Donna was able to wait until late the following morning, Saturday, before the urge to visit the store became overpowering and after bathing and dressing carefully, she was on her way.
When she reached the place, there were too many customers so she forced herself to walk away. Later, when she returned, she saw only one customer who was being looked after by Beth's assistant, a skinny, dried up looking woman. The proprietor, she saw, was rearranging clothes on a rack not far from the door.
Donna felt her heart pounding hard as she went into the store. The woman turned to smile at her and the smile became brighter. Donna had to fight to keep her body from trembling.
She had difficulty controlling her voice too as they talked about the dresses on the rack and she selected two to try on. Miss Carson led her past two changing booths and to the rear of the store. There, she opened the door to a larger room. She smiled speculatively as she held the door open to admit them, then closed it behind her.
"Didn't I see you at the window yesterday?" the woman asked as she opened the back of Donna's dress.
"Uh ... yes, my friend and I stopped to ... uh, look at dresses."
"How nice. I'm glad you decided to come back."
Donna caught the hem of her dress and pulled it up. The woman helped clear it over her head so that it did not muss her hair. While the dress was being pulled over her head, Donna sensed that the eyes of the woman were moving over her body, skimpily covered by bra and sheer panties only.
"I couldn't help remembering your lovely face," the woman told her, smiling as she draped her dress over the back of a chair and Donna wished they were in a bedroom rather than a changing room in a store.
"Thank you," Donna replied, silently cursing herself for stammering and being unable to hide her excitement.
"I see that more than your face is beautiful," the woman told her, her voice husky, her eyes bold as they moved over the lush young body. "Which of these would you like to try on first?"
Donna tried to pick one, but her composure cracked and with a muffled cry, she pushed a hand into her crotch.
"My, what a naughty little girl you are to rub your pussy like that," the woman said, gently. "Here, let me take your hand away," she said, doing so, "and put mine there. Ah, what a warm little angel you are. There now," she whispered as her hand rubbed slowly, "does that feel better?"
"Yes ... yes," Donna whimpered.
"What made you so hot so quickly?" the woman asked as she held the trembling girl.
"It started when I saw you yesterday," Donna said. "I've been thinking about you ever since. It's been so long since ... a real woman."
"What have you heard about me, dear?" the woman asked, her hand still rubbing gently.
"That ... that you like girls."
"That's right, dear. I like girls if they are very beautiful and very warm. Put your dress on, dear, my apartment is above the shop. We'll go there now and talk. I think we should get to know each other better."
With the woman's help, Donna managed to get into her dress and regain a measure of composure, enough so that she was able to walk from the dressing room and out into the store.
On the sidewalk, Donna trembled as the woman put her key into the lock and opened the door. When the door closed behind them, the lock clicking loudly as it slipped into place, Donna lost control and threw herself into the woman's arms. Their mouths met in a passionate kiss and the woman's arms wrapped very strongly around her.
As the kiss ended, Donna wondered if she could muster the strength to climb the stairs. As though aware of her condition, the woman surprised her by picking her up as easily as if she were a baby and carrying her up the stairs, a hand under her dress, madly exciting on the warmth of her thigh.
Without pausing or saying a word, the big woman carried her through the living room and into a well appointed bedroom that was feminine without being frilly. Donna felt herself being deposited gently on the neatly made bed, then watched as the woman stood and unfastened the top of her dress.
"So you like mature women, do you?" she asked just before she pulled her dress over her head.
"Ye-es," Donna managed as she saw the jutting cups of the black bra and the tops of lush, white breasts which promised to be both big and firm.
Smiling, the woman pushed her half-slip down to reveal excitingly filled black silk and lace panties, a black garter belt and dark, sheer nylons which caressed thighs that were firm though quite big, firm and silken smooth.
"I know I really should wear a girdle," Beth said, "but I never know when a dream like you is going to come along and I like to be ready. There, that will do for now," she said as she tossed the half-slip away. "Now I'm going to unwrap that young body of yours and see just how beautiful it is."
Donna could only groan as she felt the hands of the woman opening her dress. Seconds later, the dress was gone and she was in the woman's arms, their mouths mashing passionately.
"Mmm, you're clean and very sweet," the woman told her in a husky whisper as she rolled the girl onto her and reached for the hooks of her bra. "I suspect those tits you're hiding in your bra are very sweet too. I'm going to suck them and find out how sweet they are. Do you like having your tits sucked?"
"Yes ... yes ... everything."
"And how about your hot little cunny? Do you like having it sucked?"
"Yesssss," Donna groaned, her body writhing as the woman turned her over again and took her bra off, desire burning hotly in her eyes at the sight of the lush, firm breasts.
Hands closed over the two pink-tipped cones, they squeezed lovingly, then the woman's mouth opened wide, came down and closed over one while her hand squeezed the other. She sucked with delightful greed and soon had Donna moaning with desire, her behind squirming on the bed.
After the woman had been sucking a little while, Donna found sufficient coordination to reach out with both hands and unhook her big bra. She pushed it out of the way and the massive breasts tumbled out so she could see and fondle them.
"Ooh, they're so big and beautiful," she groaned as her hands rubbed them. "I want to suck your tits, your beautiful big tits."
"You are a sexy little kitten, aren't you, baby," the woman said as she took her mouth away from Donna's breast. "All right, dear," she went on as she took her bra off and tossed it away, "get a mouthful of this tit and see how well you can suck it," she told her as she caught a big breast from below and fed it into the wide open mouth of the girl.
"Mmm, you do know how to suck a tit. That's nice, baby, I can feel my nipple growing. Suck hard, baby."
Donna sucked until the woman groaned that her nipple felt raw and she took the big globe away and fed the other into the warm mouth of the girl. While Donna sucked, her hand found the one that had already been mouthed and was amazed at the length and hardness of the nipple.
The sucking was terminated abruptly when Donna felt the woman pull her roughly against her, then felt her panties being taken down. She made no protest and the little garment was quickly stripped off her feet.
She groaned as the woman parted her thighs, her hands surprisingly strong, then groaned as she gazed into the girl's hot crotch.
"That has to be the sweetest little cunt I ever saw," she said, then stopped talking as she grabbed Donna's firm buttocks in both hands and pulled her up as her face went down.
Her mouth met the soft, warm vulva and she began kissing and licking greedily, then sucked the labia right into her mouth while strong fingers dug into the silken nether cheeks of the girl.
Donna cried out when the tongue went into her hot slit and began probing, a probing that continued until it found her clitoris and began licking it. The woman licked with a skilled touch and Donna quickly climaxed, a shatteringly strong orgasm which left her weak.
"Call that your first come, darling," the panting woman told her, "but don't bother trying to keep count, there are going to be too many." Using a finger and a maddeningly exciting tongue, the woman underlined what she had said by causing the girl to climax three times more before she allowed her to rest.
"How was that for a start, dear?" she asked then, sitting up, her big breasts rising and falling in bare, exciting beauty.
"A start? For a while there I thought you would finish me. I thought I was going to die of too many orgasms."
"A beautiful but highly unlikely way to die," the woman laughed. "Now don't you think it's time you let me know just whom I've had the pleasure of eating?"
Laughing, Donna told the woman her name and other things about her. Beth asked many questions and Donna answered them all.
"So you're AC/DC, are you? That can be important if a beautiful young woman likes to enjoy life without having to work hard for her money."
"You mean like in a whorehouse?"
"Please, dear, don't be crude. Let's say a professional temporary companion."
"That does sound better," Donna agreed. "Is it true that you can steer a girl to the right people if she wants to enter the profession?"
"My, it seems that my grapevine is working well. Did you hear about me at school?"
"Yes," Donna told her, then went on to tell about the girl who had shown her the store and told her the story of Beth's being a talent scout. "Can a girl really make big money doing that sort of thing?"
"Some can, some can't," the woman told her. "Just having a beautiful body isn't enough. In your case though, I think the answer is yes. I have a hunch that you're very good in every way, especially since you tell me you like it with a man as much as with a woman."
"I really do. I've never been able to make up my mind whether I like one better than the other."
"Then I'll put it this way, Donna. A two-way woman with your beauty and with real skill, should be able to make enough money in ten years to retire for life. The people I deal with aren't greedy and take only a reasonable commission. If a girl plays it smart and invests her money properly, she's made it before she starts. Are you really interested in joining the profession?"
"I think so. Put it this way, I love sex more than anything else in the world. If I can get all the sex I can handle and make good money doing it, then it sounds like the right career for me. Don't you agree?"
"I do indeed, Donna, but I've got to warn you, it is going to involve meeting people with strange tastes. Have you ever sucked a cock?"
"Sure and I love it."
"Good. Now for another little game people pay to enjoy. How do you feel about being spanked on the bum?"
"Love it. It stings plenty and I cry, but later, when my bum is tingling, the thrill is so great that I almost come just from the excitement of it."
"You're too good to be true, baby. With all that talent going for you, plus your natural beauty, I have a hunch that you could become a millionaire and a very happy one at that."
"Then you'll steer me to the right people?" Donna asked eagerly.
"I will, baby, but it will break my heart to send you away when I could enjoy your company so much. Are you ready to quit school now or do you want to wait a while to think it over?"
"No. There's nothing to think about. Any day now I'm going to get caught, eating pussy and get kicked out. I may as well make the break on my own."
They discussed a few aspects of what was involved and Beth told her it would require three or four days more to set it up, then the deal was made.
"And now that all the business is settled," Donna told her, "I'd just love to peel your panties off and show you how I can make love to a woman. I'm dying to get your cunt in my mouth and lick up all your juice."
"Well, dear, only a very mean woman would deny anyone so sweet such a simple pleasure. I'll stand by the bed and you pretend I'm a client. You show me how you'd look after me."
The woman stood close to the bed and Donna moved to her at once. She fondled her thighs and the nylon panties, front and back, pushing a hand into the warm crotch of the woman and rubbing hotly, causing her to squirm and sigh.
When she began peeling the woman's panties down, she did it slowly, fondling and kissing as she bared, the touch of her skilled fingers as exciting as that of her lips.
The panties fell around the woman's ankles and Donna helped her step out of them, then took her onto the bed and began embracing and kissing her. After a little while, she turned her over to play with plump, silken buttocks, fondling and kissing them, her tongue licking wet streams over the big, firm hills. Responding to the pressure of the young hands, the woman raised onto her knees, her head down, her big behind arched high.
Donna gripped the big buttocks and drew them wide apart. When she sent her tongue into the valley of the big behind, the woman groaned and her body gave a series of strong jerks. Donna's tongue went right to the pink anal ring, teased it for a little while, then she began licking wetly up and down the crack.
When saliva trickled down into the woman's hot crotch, Donna returned her tongue to the pink hole, groaning as she curled it into her eager victim.
"Gripes, baby," the woman groaned, "you're reaming me. Where in hell did you learn that?"
Donna could have told her it was something else she'd learned from her aunt and uncle, but she didn't want to take her mouth away from its nest to talk, so she ignored the question.
Throwing herself down on her back, Donna squirmed until her face was under the wide, warm crotch, then she pulled the woman down onto her and began sucking the soft, hot slash. The woman quivered all over as she inserted her tongue, licked around the juicy cavity, then found her clitoris and began rasping it, her hands rubbing thighs, hips and buttocks while she lapped.
In her excitement as she lost her face in the crotch of the big woman, Donna began to spank her, slapping with both hands and feeling the big cheeks growing warmer as a result of the impromptu smacking.
Donna heard the woman groan that she was going to climax, then crotch and belly were pressing down on her, rubbing her face and smothering her as Beth was swept by orgasm which drove her out of control.
"Baby," the woman panted when she was able to speak again, "if you treat a client like that, you are going to get a lot of tips on top of top fees. You're not just good, you're bloody fucking great."
"Thank you, Beth," Donna replied, pleased and shyly proud, "but I can be just as good with a man. My uncle tells me I'm the best cocksucker he's ever known. Maybe I'm good at these things because I love my work."
Before Donna left so that Beth could return to her shop, it was agreed that she would visit on the following day for fun and games and to go over plans for her departure.
Early the next morning, Donna's lesbian friend helped her slip quietly out of the school with two suitcases. Donna saw that her friend didn't approve of her plans, but she did not try to talk her out of them.
Beth wore a negligee over nudity when she opened the door to admit Donna and minutes later she wore only her nudity. At first, she protested Donna's plan to stay with her until she left for New York, but after a few minutes together on the bed, she was all in favor of the idea.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Donna was excited as her plane coasted to a smooth landing. She mingled with the people in the spacious terminal and savoring the excitement, was in no hurry to leave it.
Other girls her age, she thought, were in school, listening to boring teachers, obeying childish rules and dreaming of the day when they would be free. That day had come for her, she was free.
She doubted that her parents would be upset since she could no longer be an embarrassment to them. Donna had written them a letter and Beth had arranged for it to be mailed from a city more than a thousand miles from her destination, just in case they should make any attempt to find her.
And then the excitement of the airport was not enough, she wanted to complete the trip and see her new apartment and the woman with whom she would share it. It was a longer drive than she would have expected and she soon tired of looking at the new city and became anxious to reach her destination.
Donna was impressed by the apartment building. In the town in which she lived it would rate as a skyscraper. She guessed it was at least twenty stories, probably more.
In the elevator, as she punched the button for the fifteenth floor, she noted that the board was numbered to twenty-four.
Nervousness didn't appear until she left the elevator and stepped out into the thickly carpeted hallway. There was an instant of panic, of wanting to flee back into the security of the elevator, but she dug her heels in and told herself to stop acting like a child.
As she turned to check the numbers, she heard a voice calling her name. It was the same voice she'd heard through the intercom in the lobby. She turned and hurried toward the woman who came, smiling, took the suitcase from her and put an arm around her waist.
"I'm sorry I couldn't meet you at the airport, Donna," the woman told her, "but there are certain risks we have to guard against. Oh yes, I'm Kelly."
"Hi, Kelly," Donna responded brightly, "I'm so pleased to meet you. Is that your first name?"
"It's my every name. It was a nickname when I was a kid and I just kept using it. I have to stop and think if I ever need my real name."
The woman pushed open a door and ushered Donna into what then became her apartment. She was quite impressed by the air of luxury, the blend of wealth and good taste.
"From what I've been told of you, Donna," the woman said as she held her from behind, "I think we're going to get along real well."
"That depends on what you've been told."
"I understand you know how to enjoy yourself with a woman."
"That's true."
"I could really enjoy myself with a young beauty like you, Donna. I'm thirty-two years old though. Wouldn't that bother you?"
"I just left an all-girl school. I've had my fill of teenagers. I prefer mature women. You're not only mature, Kelly, you're a real beauty."
"Then we should carry on our conversation in bed and without clothes on. After a little while, we'll be able to talk quite comfortably. I'm dying to get at that lush young body of yours."
"To tell the truth, I'm anxious to see yours too, but after travelling and all, I should have a shower."
"Don't be silly, dear," Kelly told her, her arms tightening around the girl. "If there's a bit of sweat in your pretty panties it will sharpen the flavor of your sweet cunt juice."
Trembling, Donna turned in the woman's arms and their mouths met.
"Yes, Kelly," Donna sighed after the kiss, "take me to bed. I want to be naked with you."
As they walked to the bedroom, Kelly opened her dress, then slid the zipper down the back of Donna's. In the bedroom, both dresses were removed quickly so that when they embraced again, only bras and panties were between them as four hands moved warmly over smooth bodies.
There was more activity during the second kiss as each unhooked the other's bra and their embrace became far more exciting as their naked breasts mashed and rubbed while hands fondled buttocks and smooth backs.
Before getting onto the bed, both took their panties off so that garter belts and nylons were all that remained. There was unspoken agreement that there was no need and no time to take them off and they met in a full-length embrace on the bed, their legs hotly intertwined, firm thighs rubbing warm crotches as flames of desire licked their writhing bodies.
They played for awhile, kissing and teasing, then the licking became more physical as Donna turned so her face could find the inviting crotch of the woman. With a low, quavering groan, she fitted her mouth to tender, sensitive crotch lips. A second later, her groan broke and became a shrill cry as Kelly's mouth found her vulva and a tongue crawled into it like a live thing, a hungry creature which licked around her vagina, finding food to sustain it, then moving to her clitoris to lick up dessert.
While she ate greedily in the woman's warm crotch, Donna fondled delightfully firm buttocks and hoped her new friend would play the spanking game with her.
And then orgasm was threatening, hovering on the edge, then exploding strongly, involving not just her body but her limbs as well, right to the extremities. But even as the waves rocked and shocked her body she was able to go on licking the clitoris of her partner so that just as Donna's orgasm was finishing, Kelly was crying into hers, her crotch rubbing back, hotly and wetly over Donna's face, smearing and anointing her with the juice of their union.
When it was over, they lay close, talking of how good it had been and how good it would be in the future.
"Oh, I enjoy it with a guy once in a while," Kelly replied to one of Donna's questions, "but it's never as good as with a beautiful, passionate woman like you. I guess it's like anything else, when it becomes your job, a lot of the fun goes out of it."
"Gee," Donna said with a note of sadness, "I hope, I mean I really hope that never happens to me. Right now, any and all kinds of sex delight me. I guess it would be horrible if I had to fuck a man and miss the enjoyment of it."
"It may always be like that for you, dear," Kelly told her. "I know some gals in the profession who still feel a tingle when they see a stiff prick. I guess you could call them the lucky ones."
"It doesn't really upset you to fuck, does it?" Donna asked.
"Oh no, not unless the guy is a greasy, fat creep or something like that. I still get a big charge out of blowing a cock. Cripes, when that thick, creamy juice starts shooting in my mouth, I can feel it in my crotch. Some gals don't dig sucking but I still enjoy it. I like to drain a guy and make him groan for mercy. I've thought often of what it would be like to have a guy tied up so he was helpless, then suck him off and keep sucking until he fainted. Cripes, I'm getting horny just thinking about it."
Giggling, Donna told her friend that since she was horny, something should be done about it. Moving down in the bed, she found the warm, moist vulva with her mouth and lapped until Kelly climaxed again.
"Do you go for the spanky-spank games?" Donna asked when they resumed talking.
"Not really. I guess I sound kind of dull to you. I can take a bit of a spanking to please the woman I'm playing with and I can give a spanking," she went on, "but it doesn't really do anything to me."
"Do you ever get a client who wants you to do it to him?"
"Oh yes, I have a couple of regulars who like me to give it to them with a hairbrush or a belt."
"Shit, I hope I get some of those."
"Your wish just came true, baby," Kelly told her. "I'll arrange to have mine transferred to you. I know enough about the spankers to know that when the one who is doing it really enjoys it, the victim gets a bigger charge out of it. How did you get your taste for spanking?"
Donna told her about the summer she spent with her aunt and uncle and the woman became excited as she listened to the detailed story.
"Man, I wish I'd had an aunt and uncle like that. Maybe I'd like spanking and all the rest the way you do."
"What was your first experience, Kelly? Tell me all about it. I love lying naked with a woman and talking sex."
"Now there's something we agree on, darling," Kelly told her. "I really enjoy that too. I guess I was fourteen years old, a year younger than you. I used to wash dishes and clean up the apartment for an old guy, he must have been about sixty or so.
"My family was poor and I never got much money, so I really appreciated him. He was generous and I could tell by the way he talked and looked at me that he liked me.
"Anyway, one day he asked me to sit on his lap and I did. He talked sex to me, but didn't try to do anything. That day, he gave me an extra dollar. The next time I went there, I was very anxious to sit on his lap.
"He talked sex again and the next thing I knew his hand worked its way up my thighs and was on the crotch of my panties. I knew I should tell him not to do that, but I couldn't. I was afraid it would hurt him.
"He had told me about cunt lapping and before long, he was whispering that he would love to lick my pretty little cunty. I tried to say no, but he really had me worked up then and soon he had me on the edge of the chair with my panties off. He eased my legs over his shoulders and got his mouth on my pussy. I stopped being afraid when I felt his tongue licking inside my slit and it didn't take long for me to come.
"He worked me along gradually after that. First he had me play with his cock, then one day after he'd lapped me a couple of times, he showed me how to jerk him off. I was a little afraid when he wanted to get sucked off, but I did it and really enjoyed it."
"Didn't he ever fuck you?" Donna wanted to know.
"Oh yes, on my fifteenth birthday. He gave me a couple of birthday presents, twenty bucks and my very first fuck. It didn't hurt as much as I expected and after that I was ready to fuck any time he wanted it. Still though, right from the start I preferred having him suck my cunt or sucking his cock."
"Was it because of him that you decided to go in business?" Donna asked.
"Sure. I noticed the way other men looked at me and decided they'd pay for it just like the old guy."
"So you were just fifteen when you turned pro?"
"Right. One guy took me to an apartment and had me do a blow job for him, then he offered to set me up in a real business. I'd go to this apartment every day after school and he'd have the Johns lined up for me. Some days I'd take on as many as seven or eight guys, either fucking or sucking them off. Some nights I'd go home with so much cream in my belly that I wasn't hungry and couldn't eat. My old woman would get mad and say I was stealing snacks after school. I guess she'd have flipped if she'd guessed I was sucking up liquid steak from all those cocks."
The two laughed at that, then Kelly told Donna of other experiences.
"There's this guy who brings me to his home. He likes to have both me and his wife spank him and do anything and everything we can to make him cry and squirm. He likes to be humiliated and we give him all he wants. His wife likes it as much as I do. What she likes most is to make him lie naked on the bathroom floor and we both squat and piss all over him. After we're finished, she makes him clean up the floor while we call him every filthy name we can think of."
"Does he fuck you?" Donna asked.
"No. For kicks, she and I go down on each other and every time he gets a rod on and wants to stick it in a cunt, she makes him pull himself off. I've seen him jerk off as many as three times in one evening if we humiliated him enough."
"I'd really like to get involved in something like that," Donna sighed.
"You'll find plenty of exciting deals of your own, dear, but I'll tell this gal about you and perhaps she will invite you some evening when I go there. I don't think they'd pay you, but I think you'd enjoy doing it for nothing."
"You're so right. Gee, I just tremble all over at the thought of squatting on a man and pissing all over him. Do you pee on his face as well?"
"You bet. That's where he likes it most. You'd be surprised how many people like the pee game. Once a guy paid me a big tip to piss right in his mouth. He drank it all without spilling a drop and it got him so excited that he jerked off while he was drinking."
"I've just got to meet him or someone like him one of these days," Donna said with a little squeal of excitement. "I'm going out of my mind at the thought of fitting my crotch right over some guy's mouth and pissing in him. I guess I thought that being a pro only meant fucking mostly. Now that I hear of all the rest, I just can't wait to get started."
"Fucking is only the beginning in our business dear," the older woman assured her. Given your wild are destined to be a very happy, dedicated whore. Now lie back and open your legs. Something tells me you're in the perfect mood to have your cunt lapped and I'm in the perfect mood to look after that little detail for you."
With a sigh, Donna lay back and opened her legs. Kelly greedily lapped her until she climaxed strongly.
CHAPTER NINE
The next day, Donna went out on her first call. She was surprised to hear that Kelly was going with her, surprised, offended and a little angry.
"Damn it all, Kelly, I thought you trusted me. I don't need anyone to hold my hand. I may be just sixteen, but when it comes to sex, I know what it's all about."
"Cool off, baby," Kelly told her with a little indignation of her own. "There are two men to look after and they specified me and the youngest hooker we have. That's you. Now stop acting like a brat."
Donna flushed at the intensity of the woman's tone and apologized. When they left the apartment they were friends again. The hotel was just a short walk from their apartment and minutes later, Kelly knocked on the door of the hotel room.
A smiling, handsome man who appeared to be in his late forties or early fifties, admitted them to what looked to Donna to be a very expensive suite. He wore a bathrobe and appeared to be naked under it. He led them into another room where they saw another, slightly older man similarly dressed.
The younger man knew Kelly and greeted her with an affectionate kiss while he fondled her behind and she slipped a hand inside his robe. The older man reached for Donna and without kissing her, put a hand inside the bodice of her dress and another up under the hem of it.
"Baby, you're young and beautiful. That's what I like. How old are you?"
"Sixteen. I know that's young, but I'm good, you'll see. What do you want me to do?"
"Just come and sit on my lap for now. I want to play with you for a while. Call me daddy. I'll pretend you're my own daughter and I'm going to seduce you."
"Ooh, that sounds exciting. I always intended to get my daddy to fuck me, but I never got the chance."
Pulling the hem of her dress up, she sat on his lap and felt the form of his stiff penis under her. Whispering in his ear, she told of the time her father had set out to give her a strapping.
" ... I made sure he could see my little cunt when I bent over and that did it. He ran out of the room with such a hard-on that he was all doubled over. I don't think my mother is much of a lay so I'll bet he went to the John and jerked himself off. If you're going to be my daddy, you may take my panties down and spank my bum if you like. I'll sob and cry and ask you to let me off without my spanking. I'll offer to suck your cock and everything."
"Crissakes, what a little gem you turned out to be. Here, open your legs a bit so I can get my hand in your crotch. Ooh, baby, what a hot little pussy," he told her as he rubbed the warm nylon in her crotch.
"Have you got a nice big prick for my cunt?" she asked as she squirmed on his lap.
"I think it's big enough for you, sweetie, but I fear that if you keep squirming on me with that sweet little bum of yours, I'm going to go off and wet your panties for you."
"Oh what a naughty daddy you are," she giggled.
"You're not going to tell Mummy, are you?" The man asked, obviously delighting in the game.
"Oh no. She's too busy having her cunt felt," his little girl told the man. "Besides, I don't tell you when she and I lap each other's cunts. I love sucking her cunt, Daddy, don't you?"
"Oh yes, baby, your Mummy has a tasty snatch, but I like yours better."
"Hey," his friend called from where he sat beside Kelly who lay on her back with the top of her dress open to display her bra and the hem of it pulled up to her waist, "you just gave me an idea. Let's have the gals entertain us with a bit of pussy licking."
"Great," Donna's partner replied with an eagerness that was obvious. "Hear that, Donna? You and mummy are going to eat each other while we watch. How does that grab you?"
"Just fine, Daddy, I love lapping Mummy's juicy, hot cunt and I love the way she sucks mine. Well do it real nicely for you. If I don't do well enough, I know you'll spank my bum when we're finished."
She got off his lap and went to join Kelly while the men went into the other room for drinks and to discuss how they wanted the performance to be done.
They returned carrying drinks and Mac, Kelly's partner, told them how he and his friend wanted it.
"You be her mother, Kelly. You both start out with all your clothes on and you seduce her. Donna, you'll be shy and afraid at first, but she'll stick to it and gradually get you so hot and bothered you will have to give in. She'll suck you off and then you'll do it to her. Have you both got the idea?"
The women assured them they understood, then the two men sat sipping their drinks as Kelly and Donna went into action. Both played their roles with such skill that the men were more than impressed, so much so that they put their drinks down and ignored them.
After a few kisses, Kelly began feeling Donna's thighs and breasts.
"Oh Mummy," the girl said, sounding very afraid, "you shouldn't do things like that to me. I feel so funny all over when you do that."
"You just trust your mummy, dear. I know how a girl feels and what is good for her. You really like it when I feel your pretty little titties and your smooth thighs, don't you?"
"I ... I guess I do, Mummy, but isn't it naughty?"
"Not when your own mummy does it, dear. That's the way your daddy plays with me when we're in bed. He feels my tits and bum and cunt and he kisses and licks and sucks them and he makes me so horny. You should see him when he sucks my cunt and makes me come. You've never had your pretty little cunt sucked, have you?"
"Oh no, Mummy. Does it really feel good?"
"Oh yes, dear, it's a wonderful feeling. Would you like me to suck your little cunny now? I can feel it through your panties and it feels hot and juicy."
"No, Mummy, I'm afraid."
"That's all right, dear, Mummy understands. I know what to do. Well play a little more until we are both nice and horny then we'll see. Here, dear, I'll open my dress and my bra and let you see my big white tits. Would you like to see my tits, darling?"
"Yes, Mummy," Donna replied in a girlish voice. "I never saw a woman's bare tits."
Smiling, Kelly opened her dress and pulled it down to her waist, her hands cupping the lace cups of the black bra for a few seconds, then she moved her hands behind her and unhooked the garment.
"Oh Mummy," the girl gasped, "they're so big and beautiful and look how big your pink nipples are."
"Yes dear, I have nice big tits. Feel them and see how firm and smooth they are. Your daddy always likes to play with them before he sucks them for me. Go ahead, dear."
Donna brought her hands up nervously to fondle the lush globes. Kelly kept encouraging her in hot whispers and the girl soon erected both nipples. When Kelly urged her to start sucking, she hesitated, then gave in as the woman put a hand behind her head and held her as she fed a breast into her mouth and she began to suck, nervously at first, then greedily. While her mouth feasted on the fleshy gourds, the woman moved a hand up her thighs, parted her legs wide and then began rubbing the crotch of the girl's panties.
Opening her own legs, Kelly used her other hand to rub her own crotch as she squirmed with desire, a desire that was very real as the game aroused her as much as it was arousing Donna and the watching males.
Donna managed to protest a little when she felt Kelly opening her dress and was able to sob a little when the woman took it off and fondled her through her bra and panties.
"Oh Mummy, I'm afraid," she sobbed when the woman took her bra off and caressed her naked breasts before she took one in her mouth and began sucking. Gradually, her protests stopped and she looked eager as she pushed her other breast into Kelly's wide open mouth to get it sucked as the other had been.
Although Donna had been groaning with passion as the woman sucked her breasts, she was still able to pretend fear and protest when the woman began to take her panties down.
"No, Mummy, no," she sobbed, "don't take my little panties off. I'm afraid."
"Don't be a silly little girl, Donna," Kelly scolded gently, "your panties are all wet and you know how hot your little cunny is. There now," Kelly whispered huskily as she dragged the panties off the girl's feet and tossed them to one of the men, "your wet little panties are out of the way."
"Oh, Mummy ... Mummy," Donna sighed, "what are you going to do to me?"
"I'm going to play with your pretty little cunny, darling, just the way you do at night when you're in bed. There ... there ... ooh, it's so nice and warm and wet. Doesn't it feel nice when I rub that juice all around your crotch? Oh yes, baby, Mummy will slip a finger in your lovely little slit now ... there ... oh, that's it, baby, wriggle your pretty bum while Mummy fingers your cunt for you ... there ... there ... "
While Donna continued to writhe on the bed, the woman turned her, positioning her so that her buttocks were on the edge of it, then she dropped to her knees on the floor by the bed, gripped the well fleshed hips of the girl, pressed her mouth to the moist vulva and began sucking.
Donna gave a few cries of protest, then the loud cries told strictly of lust as the woman lapped until Donna went howling into orgasm, her legs kicking high above her, her hands rubbing her breasts so hard that it hurt, providing a delicious mingling of pleasure and pain, the kind of pleasure she liked best.
Getting to her feet, Kelly continued to ignore the men as she pushed her dress down over her hips and threw it over a chair. She started to take her panties off, then changed her mind and snugged the black nylon around her body, a hand rubbing the crotch and finding moisture there.
"Come now, baby," Kelly told the sighing girl, "you feel how hot Mummy's panties are."
"Ooh, Mummy," Donna said excitedly as she put a hand into the woman's crotch, "your panties are wet."
"Yes, dear, my panties are wet and so is my hot cunt. Rub in my crotch ... there, that's nice, dear ... that's the way to rub Mummy's crotch, there's Mummy's good girl. Now, dear, take my panties down."
The look on Donna's face told the viewers she was trying to prolong the game by protesting, but that she couldn't because she was too anxious to strip the damp panties off the woman. Her hands moved to the waistband of the clinging nylon panties, then she was peeling them down, baring the plump, white buttocks to the men behind Kelly who sat with their robes opened, their erections throbbing with desire as the erotic performance played on, the principals as aroused as the audience.
Her nylon sheathed legs flashing, Kelly stepped out of her panties and returned to the bed, kneeling up, a hand rubbing in her crotch as she stared hotly at the trembling Donna.
"Now, dear," she told the girl, her hand moving between her thighs, "it's time for you to suck Mummy's cunt. It's very hot and juicy now and Mummy is going to let you lap up all the nice juice."
"Oh Mummy, I'm afraid," Donna sobbed, licking her lips in eager anticipation.
"Just lie on your back, dear and stop being silly. Mummy will deliver it right to your mouth."
As Donna rolled onto her back, the woman moved to her and knelt astride her, her moist crotch right over her face.
"There it is, dear," Kelly whispered, "see my hot, wet cunt. Mummy will bring it to your mouth now, dear and you will suck it and lick it and make Mummy come."
Still talking to the girl in warm whispers, Kelly moved her knees wider apart and brought her crotch all the way down. As her vulva brushed the lips of the girl, Donna made one final protest which became muffled into a groan as her hands gripped the woman's hips and she began sucking, her mouth producing wet, exciting sounds for the woman as well as for the men who tossed their robes off and hurried to the bed for a closer view.
None were surprised when Kelly climaxed quickly, her wet crotch massaging Donna's face, then there were hands on her, pulling her off and pushing her down on the bed. While one of the men was scrambling onto her, his hand guiding his throbbing penis into her crotch, Donna sighed with delight as the penis of the other man rammed roughly into her vagina and he began his ride.
Both men had waited too long, had become too aroused and as a result, they had barely begun stroking when, just seconds apart, both ejaculated. It was the first time Donna had experienced intercourse without the man wearing a condom and she thrilled to the feel of his semen shooting into her body as she wrapped her legs around him and held him tightly.
Later, while all four sipped drinks, the two men were lavish in their praise of the performance the women had staged for them. When Joe asked about time, Kelly told him they could stay another hour or so.
"I just remembered that my naughty little daughter didn't get her bum spanked. I have a feeling that when I look after that, I'm going to get hard again and find out how well the little angel sucks a cock."
A little later, Donna dropped out of the conversation and slipped a finger into her vagina to meet the need that had become too strong to be denied. Seeing her, aware of the desire which burned in her, Joe went to her and took her hand out of her crotch, laying her on her back and rubbing her hard passion bud with a finger until she achieved another orgasm.
"What a hot little beauty you are," he told her when she recovered from her climax. "I can feel this old pecker of mine beginning to twitch again. I have a hunch that it is spanky-spank time. How about you?"
"Yes, Daddy. Anytime you say."
He surprised her by telling her to put her panties on.
"You're not going to spank my panties, are you?" she asked.
"No, dear. I just like the idea of taking your panties down to spank you. When my wife spanked our daughters, I loved seeing their panties or bloomers flapping around while they kicked their legs."
"Didn't you ever spank them?" Donna asked as she got up and went to get her panties.
"No, I was afraid they'd find out I had a hard-on. Worse still, I was afraid my wife would."
When Donna had her panties on again, the man went to sit on an armless chair and called Donna to him. She stood between his legs wearing a sad expression while he scolded her and fondled her panty clad buttocks with both hands.
She was already squirming with passion as he began to take her panties down. Donna added to his excitement by sobbing and pleading that he give her another chance and not spank her. As he refused her plea, Joe held a buttock with one hand and put the other in her crotch, rubbing her moist vulva gently.
"Come, dear, lie over Daddy's lap now so he can spank you on the bare bum and make you all red."
Sobbing sweetly, Donna draped herself across his thighs and after fondling her white nether cheeks a little, he commenced spanking. She began crying with the first spank, tossing her bottom around as much as she could.
On the bed, Mac gazed intently at the show while Kelly used her hands, then her mouth to stiffen his penis. When she had achieved her goal, the man told her in a whisper to keep on sucking and she obeyed.
Seeing what the couple on the bed were doing, Joe called a halt to the spanking and took Donna to the bed. Lying on his back, he had her kneel astride him so that he could see and play with her pink buttocks while she performed fellatio on him.
Working with exciting skill, Donna brought him to ejaculation and drained him, leaving him weak and delighted.
Just how delighted both men were was indicated by the fact that both women left the room each with a hundred dollar bill tucked in her panties. Only when they were outside did Kelly tell her young friend that the hundred was a tip in addition to the fee paid to the organization from which they would receive their regular payment.
CHAPTER TEN
As Donna's fame spread, more and more clients wanted her and the demand became more than she was able to handle. Despite this, she never hurried a client, always did her job well and made every man or woman feel that theirs was a personal relationship, that she was doing it not for money, but for love.
She had previously considered prostitution as a business to serve males in sexual need and was surprised at the number of women who were pleased to pay for her services.
Due to her popularity, Donna was given a say in arranging her calendar and as much as she liked her work, she was careful to give preference to the clients who tipped most generously.
By eighteen her body had achieved the maturity and beauty of womanhood while retaining the bloom of youth. Her versatility added to her charm. On one call, she could be a gently purring kitten while a panting woman made love to her beautiful body, hot, hungry love, bathing her body with moist kisses and sucking in her crotch until her clitoris felt raw.
And yet, on her next call, if it was demanded, she could be brutally cruel, binding the wrists and ankles of her victim, then drawing screams of agony as she laid on the desired punishment with leather strap, riding crop, cane, birch or leather thonged martinet, lacerating the jerking body until she decided it was time to stop.
If the victim required humiliation as well as physical punishment, Donna was a gem there too. While he groveled at her feet, she would have him suck the toes of her nylons and the crotch of her panties, would bend from the waist to have him lick and tongue her little pink anus.
There were a few urine fetishists among her clients, all males. With two of them, she would have them lie in the tub or on a bed covered with a plastic or rubber sheet and would heap verbal abuse on them before she would squat over the trembling victim, threaten him, make him stare up into her crotch, then let loose a hot stream to bathe his body.
If the man had been whipped previously so that his skin was lacerated, her urine stung painfully, but that was his business as was the danger of infection. He wanted it, he paid for it, he got it. Donna was not her brother's keeper and had no intention of applying for the role.
Another man, one of the city's most respected financial giants, was horrified at her mention of men who paid her to urinate on them. Instead, he would go over her lap for a spanking with the back of a wooden hairbrush, then, after he got up and was finished crying, he would fit his mouth into her crotch and drink greedily as her urine flowed. He never lost a drop and only after his drink was he able to achieve an erection and have intercourse with her.
One of her favorites was a woman in her early forties. She was a little too plump and had a massive behind, but her flesh was firm and her skin silken smooth,
Their game never varied. They would sit in the woman's living room and chat over a drink, then, when the woman was ready she would tell Donna.
Donna's smile would vanish then to be replaced by a stern, almost cruel expression as she became the headmistress of a private school while the big woman reverted to the role of refractory student.
Donna would upbraid her for her conduct and bad manners, then announce that she was to be caned on the bare behind as punishment.
Scolding the woman, Donna would order her to raise her dress and slip to her waist and hold them there as she walked, with Donna following, to her bedroom.
There, Donna would sit and lower the woman's panties, take her over her lap and spank her bare behind a warm shade of pink while the woman cried and pleaded for mercy.
But the spanking was only a warm-up to set the tone of the session. While the woman stood sobbing and rubbing her tingling buttocks, Donna would go on scolding her as she slowly undressed, stripping naked except for garter belt, nylons and shoes.
She would order the woman to produce her cane, a long, thin, very whippy one and the woman would kneel to present it to her, her eyes wet with tears, her voice girlish as she begged Donna not to cane her, offering to perform various sexual tributes on her instead, acts such as cunnilingus and anal licking and osculation.
"Yes, Nancy," Donna would reply, coldly, "you will suck my cunt and tongue my arsehole, but that will be after I have striped your chubby arse with my cane. Kiss my cunt now then get on your feet," she would snap in that cruelly cold tone.
Trembling, the woman would press a gentle and ardent kiss to her vulva, then get to her feet, her big breasts swaying, tears trickling down her cheeks.
Tapping the woman lightly on one hip with the cane, Donna would have her bend over the back of a chair and grip the arms with both hands.
"What a big, fat behind you have, Nancy," she would comment. "It will require many strokes with the cane to stripe it properly. At least twenty."
While the woman sobbed and pleaded, Donna ran her hands over the smooth cheeks and ordered Nancy to spread her feet wider apart.
"That's it, Nancy, now while I amuse myself by beating your big arse with my cane, I'll be able to look at your cunt too. Oh yes, Nancy, you do show your cunt when you bend over like this. I like making you expose your arse and cunt to me. See how your big tits are dangling. I'm going to make them bounce with my cane, starting right now."
She delivered the first flick of the cane with a hissing swish and drew an agonized cry from her naked victim.
"My, that did sting, didn't it? What a lovely red line it drew across your fat cheek. Have another, dear ... and another."
She administered the first ten strokes quickly, then abruptly changed her style and teased the woman, touching lightly with the cane, running it up her inner thighs and in her crotch, then flicking it in another stinging stroke, biting the tender flesh of her ample buttocks cruelly, never breaking the skin, but making her buttocks a network of fiery red lines, keeping her crying victim dancing, her behind bouncing, her plump, white breasts swaying madly as the cane swished again and again.
The number of strokes was never announced before the punishment began, but it always was between twenty and twenty-five and as Donna announced the end of the caning, the woman would leap erect and rub her red streaked, stinging buttocks with both hands, her big breasts flapping wildly.
By then, Donna was invariably so wildly aroused that she would permit the woman to go on with her dance while she slipped a finger into her crotch and induced an orgasm.
After that, she would pick up her cane again and threaten the woman with another twenty strokes unless she performed cunnilingus on her. Pretending she did not want to do it, the woman would kneel, tearfully and press her mouth to Donna's vulva.
While the woman lapped, her arousal at a fever pitch, Donna would tease her with the cane, always threatening another beating, until orgasm swept over her. After that, the woman would be allowed to masturbate as many times as she needed to reach a state of calm and content.
It never ceased to amaze Donna that a woman would pay such high fees to be abused in such a manner, not did it ever cease to delight her as she pocketed the fees and tips such persons provided.
Another favorite of Donna's, one of the most generous tippers was an old man who could achieve an erection only in one way.
She would go to his apartment and they would sit and chat over a drink. She would sit opposite him with the hem of her dress hiked up to display her thighs.
He wore only a bathrobe and kept one hand in it, playing with his penis. On command, she would take her dress off and they would engage in a most erotic conversation during which she would tell of her sexual experiences.
After a while, he would have her remove her bra and play with her breasts. That always excited him and usually brought his penis into a state of semi-erection.
Her panties were always the final garment to be removed, she would push them down below her buttocks and walk around the room, fondling her nether cheeks and playing in her crotch.
He would tell her when to remove them and Donna always obliged. Through it all, he never touched her in any way, never seemed to want to.
Donna would be obliged to assume various poses and to masturbate for him. When she was not able to climax often enough to satisfy her client, she would pretend orgasm, something she could do so well that he never suspected when she was pretending rather than experiencing orgasm.
As the climax of their session approached, the man would ask her for her panties. Smiling, she would hand them to him and stand watching as he finished his masturbation by ejaculating into her panties and tucking them into the pocket of his robe.
He always kept the panties, but considering how big a tip he always gave her, she didn't mind having to keep replacing them. Practical soul that she was, she always wore inexpensive but pretty nylon panties when she went to visit him.
Another facet of her profession which amazed her in the beginning, was the number of men who were very obviously big men in the world of business who sought refuge from their lives of leadership by having Donna play the maternal role while treating them like young boys, scolding them and taking them over her lap with their pants and shorts down and spanking them, making them cry and kick as she spanked with open palm or hairbrush.
She wondered what made these men tick, how a man could change so quickly from business executive to naughty little boy, crying while his Mummy spanked his bare behind and made him cry.
Sometimes she would administer a spanking to one and at the end of the session, would see him glance at his watch as though afraid of being late for some important appointment.
She wondered what the person with whom he had the appointment would think if he knew that this executive was sitting on a behind that was hot and tingling from having been spanked and that only a little while before, he had been crying and pleading as he told his spanking Mummy how hot and sore his poor little bum was and begging her to stop spanking.
Each client contributed more than money as she became a student of human nature, learning something from each, never condemning, always striving for a broader understanding of human conduct.
No sexual act ever shocked her. The only one she did not truly enjoy was submitting to anal intercourse, but even there, she did it with such a show of enjoyment that the client never knew she wasn't gaining pleasure as he did.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
From time to time, a client engaged Donna for a weekend trip to a resort hotel and once she spent a week on a yacht as a paid member of a party, but for the first five years of her career as a call girl, she never took a vacation, never even thought of it.
She was twenty-one then, a veteran of five years in the profession, when the thought finally occurred to her.
It was February and New York was cold, snowy and generally miserable. It saddened her to think that a soggy, raw month of March was still to be endured and only after that could she hope for spring to relieve the ugliness of the weather.
She came to suddenly and told herself she didn't have to stay in New York, that she could afford to get away from it all and stay away as long as she liked. Her first thought was California and she toyed with that for a while before she got a more exciting idea.
Following sound business advice, she had invested much of her income not in the United States, where it would show and she would be nicked for income tax, but in Mexico where it earned a guaranteed ten and eleven percent.
Her method was simple. Taking cash to a bank she would purchase cashier's checks and send the money to her broker in Mexico City. The money was invested, her profit reinvested there and the Internal Revenue Service was deprived of its bite.
She would, she decided, visit her money, spend all of March and as much of April as she chose, not in slushy New York, but in sunny Mexico.
There were still a few days left in February when she boarded the plane one morning as a light snow was being driven by a bitingly cold wind and a few hours later, stepped off the plane into the warm sunshine of Acapulco.
Her hotel room commanded a magnificent view of a white sand beach and there was also a fresh water swimming pool for those who didn't like the ocean.
But Donna was not one of those. She spent hours in or relaxing on the sand near the clear blue water, soaking up sunshine and the admiring glances of many males who were hypnotized by the way she overworked her skimpily designed bathing suit.
She laughed silently at those who stared but lacked the courage to make a try. Those who were bolder found that she had a bright, bubbling personality to match her beautiful body.
On her first evening there, she had a date for dinner. He told her he was a lawyer looking after details for establishing a branch of his company's operations in Mexico City and had taken a few days off to enjoy the beach.
When she found she didn't like tequila, Donna admitted it and switched to Canadian Club. She did like the food though and ate a substantial dinner. When they danced, she liked the way he held her, sensing that he would hold her well if, instead of being in the dining room, they were naked in a bedroom.
With that realization came the admission to herself that she wanted him to take her to bed to dance a horizontal rhumba and other assorted variations.
"Are you tired?" he asked as though he had read her mind.
"No, not a bit, but I'll admit the loud music is beginning to get to me."
"I understand what you mean. It's like the altitude at some places in Mexico, you have to adapt to it. To a Mexican, the louder the music is the better it is and by that standard, this band is getting better by the minute."
Laughing, she watched him signal the waiter, pay the bill and leave what struck her as being a very generous tip.
"I'm sure room service could send up a bottle of Canadian Club if you'd like a nightcap," he told her as they left the dining room.
"Well, if they're going to be that friendly, it would be a shame to say no, wouldn't it?" she replied with a smile that told him all he needed to know.
His room turned out to be on the same floor as hers, only a few doors away. As he closed the door behind them, she bathed him with a warm smile and he took her into his arms.
As she surrendered her body against him, warmly, Donna discovered that the kiss was different from any she had experienced in years. The only kisses she could recall that even approached it, were the ones her uncle had given her during the months she had stayed with him and he and his wife had seduced her and opened new doors to her.
"All of a sudden," she whispered as the kiss ended and he continued to hold her, "I'm so intoxicated that I don't really want anything to drink."
"Funny," he replied, his whisper exciting, "but I feel the same way. At least I don't want to drink any booze. I think I may find some beautiful fountains from which I'd like to drink, but that's different."
"Yes, Bryce, that's very different and I do so hope you'll be pleased with the fountains. At least I can assure you they will be very warm."
They kissed again and she sat on the bed while he undressed. She had seen many men take their clothes off, but she especially liked the way he did it. He showed the right touch of eagerness to become naked, yet he was obviously under control, very much a man of strength.
When he pushed his shorts down, she saw that his penis was a good size and was excitingly hard, swaying rampant and ready to be plunged into her body. She hoped he would delay that joy for a little while.
She got up then and he came to her and helped her off with her dress. As usual, she wore no slip and her lush body was nicely displayed in her very best lingerie. His groan of desire told her how much he liked and wanted what his eyes were feasting on.
Taking her into his arms again, he rubbed her tummy with his stiff penis as he unhooked her bra. When the embrace ended, he took it off and groaned again at the sight of her breasts just before he reached to claim them with both hands, holding them as though they were precious and very delicate jewels.
"Oh golly, what fountains," he told her, his deep voice trembling with passion, "I'll be so very gentle with them, darling, they're the loveliest I've ever seen. I can't believe they are true. This may all be a dream, a beautiful, impossible dream."
"If it is, darling," she whispered, her lips nuzzling at his ear, "please don't wake me up, I'm enjoying it as much as you are."
"That isn't possible, dear," he told her as he took her to bed and kissed her again.
"Are you going to leave my panties on?" she asked with a teasing grin.
"I am for the time being. Even a very strong man can only stand so much beauty at a time. If I had suspected how beautiful your breasts were, I'd have taken off your bra one cup at a time."
"Oh, Bryce, you say lovely things. Tell me more and more and more."
"I'll be saying the words, dear, but you won't hear them," he told her, then closed his mouth over one breast and began sucking, gently as he had told her he would, his hands fondling while his mouth sucked wetly, adoringly.
After her breasts had been well sucked, his hands at last found their way to her panties. She sighed as he fondled them with both hands. He found the crotch of them moist and whispered that he was going to make them more so.
"Oh lover," Donna sighed, "everything you do is perfect. Oh yes, darling, you're making them so wet and so hot."
When he began to pull her wet panties down, she arched her back to make it easier. When he stripped them off her feet, he stared at her, his eyes shining, then brought the moist garment to his mouth and kissed the wetness before dropping them onto the bed.
Donna had watched men take her panties in their mouths to suck them, but it had never been as wildly exciting as that one light kiss that had been a warm tribute to the beauty and excitement of her.
"Now I'm going to kiss what made them wet," the man told her as he bent over her and her legs parted wide, her buttocks jerking up off the bed.
His hands held her by the hips as he pressed his mouth onto her vulva, drawing a groan of passion from her and causing her beautiful, naked body to jerk.
"You liked that, did you?" he asked, smiling up at her, his face visible between her breasts.
"Oh yes ... yesss."
"Then I'll give you something to really like. You have a sweet little pussy, sweet enough to eat."
With that he returned his face to her crotch and began eating. He ate with the flair of a gourmet and it was not long before he triggered an orgasm that left her weak and trembling.
She was still trembling as he moved up on the bed, probed her crotch with his stiff penis, then found the well lubricated entry and pushed it all the way in.
As he began to ride her he kept much of his weight off her, but Donna didn't want it that way and she pulled him down on her. Understanding how she wanted it, he crushed her with his strong frame and gave her a deliriously rough ride, his stiff weapon as strong as the rest of him.
A little later, she stopped his action when she threw her legs around him, crushing him as climax swept over her, then, when the orgasm passed, he resumed his strong stroking and was soon jerking and twitching between her thighs as he pumped spurt after spurt of hot semen up her belly while vaginal walls gripped his shaft and sucked him dry and weak.
While they were resting, Donna fell asleep. It was a deep, untroubled sleep and in the course of it, she dreamed that she was lying on her tummy while he fondled and kissed her buttocks and she made little sighing sounds.
When she woke from the dream, she heard those same sighs and felt his hands fondling her behind, gently, lovingly. She sighed more loudly when the man rolled her over and pushed his stiff tool into her vagina again.
He gave her a longer, more delightful riding, causing her to climax twice before he ejaculated.
"Oooh, lover ... lover ... lover," she sighed and returned to sleep almost immediately.
Her lover proved tireless and when they woke in the morning they kissed and went to the shower together. The warm spray added to the warmth the couple had shared all through the night and while he held her with strong hands and she braced both feet strongly, he slipped his bone into her warm, hungry vagina and they shared a magnificent dance of lust while the fine, warm spray bathed them.
After breakfast it was time for him to leave. To her surprise and dismay, Donna wanted to weep. She was barely able to hold back the tears.
When Donna told him she couldn't go with him, Bryce gave her his Mexico City address and begged her to visit him there as soon as possible. She gave him no promise, but told him she would never forget him.
Later, lying under the hot sun on the beach, her lush body well oiled, outside and in, she sensed that she had told him the truth, that she never would lose her memories of him and their one night of love.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Through the rest of that day and the evening, Donna rebuffed all offers of companionship, content to remember how it had been with Bryce, then forced herself to snap out of it. She reminded herself he was a married man with a family and that love was a luxury she couldn't afford.
On the beach the next day, she saw a good-looking young Mexican man looking her over appreciatively. He spoke rather good English, they chatted easily, had a swim, then cocktails at a bar on the beach.
They agreed that it would be fun to see the city together, so they went to their cabanas and changed. Donna announced that what she was wearing wasn't the sort of thing that was appropriate to see the city, so she went to her room to change, Jorge going with her.
She had a bottle of Canadian Club in the room and poured drinks for the two of them. While they sipped and chatted, Donna gathered up the clothes she wanted to wear for the outing.
Until then she had planned nothing more than the tour of the town he had promised, but suddenly her body changed her mind, heat fanning out from her crotch in waves of desire.
Still trying to think of the right approach to let the man know she was available, she picked up the pile of clothes.
"Are you going to dress in the bathroom?" he asked, smiling at her over the rim of his glass.
"Yes."
"It is a small room and not very comfortable for dressing," he told her, his eyes flashing a challenge. "Besides, you may need help."
"Well," Donna replied with a thoughtful frown, "I suppose that's right, but I wouldn't want to embarrass you by changing here. You see, I want to change everything."
"But of course," he answered, smiling warmly. "I can assure you I will not be embarrassed. It does not embarrass me to see a priceless work of art."
Returning his smile, Donna put the clothes down on a chair, reached behind her neck and opened her dress. She was still smiling as she caught the hem with both hands and pulled it over her head. She wore only matching pale blue bra and panties under the dress and they contrasted beautifully with her magnificent tan. But it was more than the contrast which gripped the man and forced him to emit a low, quavering groan of desire, it was the way she more than filled the skimpily designed garments.
"I wouldn't want you to hurt your beautiful arms reaching behind your back," he told her, his voice breaking. "May I unhook your brassiere for you?"
"How thoughtful you are, Jorge. It is hard for me to reach."
He moved to her and his arms went around her, his fingers trembling as they reached for the hooks of her bra. She wore no perfume, only the woman perfume of her body and he breathed it deeply as he gazed hotly down at the upper slopes of her lush breasts.
With a little difficulty, he slipped the hooks and pushed the strapless bra off her boldly jutting breasts, baring their stunning beauty as his eyes fought to focus.
"Never have I seen such works of art," Jorge told her as he reached for her breasts with both hands and cupped them lovingly.
Seconds later, he was crushing them against his shirt as their mouths met in a passionate kiss. While they kissed, one hand slid down her back until it was on her panties, pulling her body firmly against his, making her feel the form of his stiff male member.
"I guess we're going to be late starting our tour," she whispered, after the kiss.
"Yes, you most beautiful woman in all of the world," he replied, "we will be very late. First we must make a tour of heaven."
Crouching before her, his touch was as reverent as his tone as he took her panties down and looked up at her crotch as she raised one leg after the other to step out of them.
Donna sat on the edge of the bed as he tore his clothes off as though they were on fire. He had a penis that was much smaller than the long, strong one with which Bryce had so thrilled her, but it was very stiff with desire and would, she sensed, calm the churning she felt in her loins.
As he came naked to join her on the bed, an exciting sigh broke from her throat as she threw herself onto her back, her legs still closed but her arms up and open in invitation.
They came together in their naked embrace, a well matched couple, their bodies hungry for what each had to offer the other. He fondled and kissed lush, firm breasts then as desire continued to build in her, he moved onto her, pushed his penis into her moist depths and began stroking.
Donna had hoped he would give her at least one orgasm before starting, that he would mouth her hot vulva and lap inside as Bryce had done, but the man had no such intentions.
His body pounded hers strongly and she was at the stage where she thought she might go off, the stage of feeling the early promise of climax when she heard his panting turn to groans and he went off. It was game over before her team came to bat. As the contented man rolled off her, commenting how good she had been, Donna excused herself, went to the bathroom and used a finger to finish what he had only started.
Later, the man didn't seem too disappointed when, in a tired voice, Donna told him she was too tired to take the tour of the city and that they would have to do it some other time.
After he left, she jumped out of bed and went to the dresser to pour herself a strong drink. By then, her annoyance with the man for having been such a bad lover had passed. Lust still lurked around the edges of her being, but she promised herself she would go to the bar later and get picked up. Failing that, there was always her finger and her thoughts to meet her need.
But for the time being, Donna had other thoughts, disturbing ones. The night with Bryce had been better than a dream come true, had been her best sexual encounter ever, but until then she had been willing to consider it a fluke, something that happened because he was a skilled lover and the mood was right for both of them.
But that reasoning no longer applied and she knew it. Jorge, unsatisfactory lover that he had been, made that clear. Even with him there had been an excitement, especially in the preliminaries, that she had not known in a very long time.
And then the answer came. It was obvious and she could not reject it no matter how she tried. What had started out as a vacation from prostitution was in reality the end of her career. After the two exciting affairs with the strangers who had come to her as lovers, she sensed that she could never again enjoy working as a prostitute.
For the time being, she filed the thought in the back of her mind, hoping it would go away and that it would be possible for her to finish her vacation, then return to the career that had been so enjoyable and profitable.
Trying to escape her thoughts, Donna went down to the bar. Within minutes, a rather portly American tourist spoke to her and bought her a drink. As they talked, his eyes moved hungrily over her.
During the conversation, he told her that he had a wife but that she had walked around the city all day and was upstairs in the room, tired and irritable.
Until then, Donna had been thinking, vaguely, of finding a good man and marrying, but what she saw on the man's face spoke of something close to hatred of the woman to whom he was married.
She had seen and heard it often among her clients, men who liked to talk of the entrapment and boredom of marriage, men who spoke of frigid, unattractive wives, sometimes after having performed cunnilingus on her, a thing they had probably never done to the women to whom they were married.
His attitude took some of the luster away from marriage and served to compound her confusion. His first hint that he would like to see her body naked brought an encouraging hint in return and they went on playing their little charade for awhile until a point was reached where the only thing left was the trip to her room.
There, when he kissed her, Donna found herself wondering how long it had been since he'd kissed his wife that way.
"Lately," he confessed, "I've been having trouble getting old Peter to raise his head, but you sure have worked a miracle on him."
"I can feel it through your pants," she told him, "and it feels very strong. Perhaps I can make him get even stronger," she went on as she stepped back with a seductive smile, opened her dress and took it off, her lush body, skimpily encased in black bra and panties.
"You'd better uncover that poor thing before your clothes break it off at the root," Donna told him with a dazzling smile.
He was panting as he took his clothes off and she wondered what state he would be in by the time he went into action with his stiff penis in her. He stripped, then came to her, his rampant penis twitching strongly.
When they embraced again, his tool was hard as it pressed throbbing against her. Donna stripped her bra and panties off and they got into bed.
As most men did, he went for her luscious breasts first, fondling, kissing and sucking them, then began to kiss his way down her belly.
"I'm going to eat this little beauty of yours," he told her eagerly as he put a hand in her warm crotch and fondled her vulva.
"I'm glad," she told him. "Would you like to try doing it my way?"
"Any way in the world, baby, just name it."
When she asked him to, he lay on his back and she knelt astride him, lowering her crotch slowly until it was on his face and he was sucking where she wanted to be sucked.
He did the job well, pushing his tongue into the warm nest, finding her clitoris and licking it while she squirmed with arousal. When she climaxed, Donna gave his face a warm, moist massage which he obviously enjoyed.
When they were ready to have intercourse, the man asked her to go down on all fours for it. She did without protest and he hurriedly knelt up behind her and fitted his penis into the moist warmth of her slit.
"With a beauty like you," he told her as he rested with his tummy against her smooth behind, "this is the best position. While I'm feeding it to you, I can see and feel your beautiful bum and when I look in the mirror, I can see those beautiful titties. I'm going to make them sway now." Gripping her strongly with both hands, he began to ride her behind, his belly spanking it excitingly. His staying power was excellent and Donna enjoyed another orgasm just before he ejaculated.
Later, alone in her room, Donna felt confusion grow. The session with the man had been as casual as if he had been just another paying client, yet she had enjoyed it.
The next day, she cut her vacation short and returned to New York. She didn't know what the immediate future held for her, but she had to start finding out.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Donna's boss was delighted at her unexpectedly early return, but his delight faded quickly as she told him of her confusion about continuing her career.
To her relief, he made it clear from the outset that he would not stand in her way if she wanted out, but that he hoped she would try resuming her work in the hope that she would find the old enjoyment. The man suggested that she pick and choose clients, that she accept only those she had enjoyed in the past.
"Perhaps laying the cane or hair brush across a few fat, white rumps would revive your interest," he suggested, excitement in his tone.
They discussed some of the special clients that had provided Donna with such excitement in the past, their conversation growing more erotic until she saw that he had an erection.
"Paul," she said in surprise, "are you perhaps in trouble?"
"Yes, damn it," he admitted. "Thinking of you in action has gotten me all worked up."
"Poor dear, would you like a blow-job, perhaps?"
"I sure as hell would, especially the way you do it."
Smiling, she put her drink down, went to where he sat and dropped to her knees. Opening his pants, she took his stiff penis out with a skilled touch, fondled, kissed and licked it, then took it in her mouth and took her time about bringing him to ejaculation.
"Thanks, Donna," he said with a tired sigh as she put his spent organ back in his pants, "in all the world there can't be another woman who can suck a cock the way you do."
Following his suggestion, Donna returned to the apartment she had occupied alone since Kelly's retirement two years before. She told herself that her restless mood would pass, that she didn't want to give up her life of luxury to become the wife of a man who would someday tire of her and tell some whore what a lousy lay she was. She hoped she was being honest with herself.
That afternoon, she accepted an appointment with a woman she had very much enjoyed servicing in the past.
Louise was more than plump, she was fat. Still in her thirties, she was reasonably firm, but she knew she would go flabby before long if she did not diet and use exercise to reduce her weight and firm her flesh. She had tried many diets, but had quickly fallen off each, continuing to put on weight. But while she was sad at the sight of herself, especially her massive buttocks, Donna invariably enjoyed seeing, fondling and beating the big white nether cheeks.
"Well, Louise," Donna greeted her as the woman admitted her to her home, "I see you've been putting on more weight."
"Yes, damn it. No wonder my husband keeps screwing the ass off that skinny little secretary of his and won't touch me. I just have no self-discipline I guess."
"True, Louise, you are sadly lacking in that department, but that's where I come in. I'll give you a nice lesson in discipline this afternoon and we'll see whether it does any good."
"Oh, I so hope it does, Donna. I don't want to be fat and ugly."
"I doubt that it will do you any good," Donna told her, "but I don't mind. In fact, I just love punishing you, beating your fat bum and making you cry and beg for mercy. You know that, don't you?"
"Yes. Oh Donna, I'm getting horny already."
"That's nice, dear. Pull your dress up to your waist. I'll take your panties down and examine your big bum."
Obediently, her hands trembling as she did, the woman pulled her dress up and held it there as Donna pulled her white nylon panties down and explored her big behind, rubbing and patting it with both hands.
"Those cheeks are getting a little softer," she told the woman. "I'm afraid the strap is going to sting a little more than it used to. Still, that's your problem, isn't it? Turn around now and let me examine your cunt."
"Oh no, Donna, don't make me do that."
Donna's right hand moved fast and exploded on the apex of the woman's right cheek. "Do as you're told," she snapped.
Tears in her eyes, the woman turned and stood, her feet braced wide apart while Donna explored her crotch with her eyes and her right hand.
"What a fool you are, Louise," she scolded and went on feeling the woman's vulva. "You have such a lovely cunt and yet you destroy the overall package. If you'd do something about your figure, your husband would be delighted to look after that little pink gem with his stiff prick and his mouth and tongue. Think of how he enjoys stripping his shapely secretary bare to lap her twat and bury his big, stiff prick in it."
"Stop, Donna, don't say that. Don't be so cruel to me."
Knowing the woman well, Donna slapped her hard across the face. "Don't you try to tell me what to do," she said, coldly. "Pull your panties up over your fat arse and take your dress off. I can see you really need to be punished today."
Pulling her panties back up, the woman began to cry as she took her dress off.
"Come on, Louise," Donna snapped, "get out of that bra, dump out those fat tits and be quick about it or I'll do it for you and slap them around a bit. You don't like having your tits slapped, do you?"
Begging Donna not to do that, the woman opened her bra and took it off. Her breasts were more than big, but they retained much of their youthful firmness. Later, Donna told herself, she would play with them and enjoy doing so, but for the time being, it was necessary to be firm with the woman and to make her squirm and cry the way she wanted to, had to if she were to achieve any sexual gratification.
"Lead the way to the bedroom now, Louise," she told the woman, her tone excitingly stern to match her facial expression.
As she followed Louise from the room and up the stairs, Donna thrilled at the sight of the big, round buttocks working in and around the tightly stretched, white nylon panties. Silently she vowed Louise would get the spanking and strapping of her life before she was finished with her.
Donna tried to equate her excitement with the anger she felt toward the big woman. The best she could come up with by way of explanation was that she was angry with Louise for having lured her to the house in her return to her profession. She tried to tell herself that her attitude was unreasonable and that it was not the fault of the client, but she wasn't listening.
In the bedroom, Donna removed her dress, sat on an armless chair and called the trembling woman to her for her scolding. As Donna reminded the woman of her shape and her lack of discipline, her words stung as much as the following physical punishment would, then she took Louise's panties down well clear of her buttocks and ordered her to lie over her lap.
She ran her right hand gently over the white hills, then, anger and excitement equally blended, she began to spank. She slapped harder than she ever had, making the slightly soft hills joggle and bounce as the color changed from white to pink to blazing red while the woman cried loudly and kicked her fat legs.
Even after Donna finally stopped spanking and stood the woman on her feet, she went on crying, standing with her panties fallen around her feet, her hands rubbing at the fires which blazed in her abused behind, promising to stick to her diet in the future.
"I intend to make sure you do, Louise. Go bring me your strap. A little strap oil may reduce the size of those fat arse cheeks."
The woman pleaded tearfully to be spared a beating with the strap after the severe spanking she had taken, but even as she pleaded she walked to the closet to get the strap.
While she was gone, Donna piled pillows on the bed. When Louise returned, she handed the cut-down razor strop to Donna with a final, tearful plea, then, big breasts bouncing, she got onto the bed and lay with her tummy on the pillows, her behind nicely elevated and terribly vulnerable as Donna took up her position and measured the distance.
The wide strap exploded across the behind of the woman with the sound of a pistol shot and brought a loud cry from her as she pounded her hands on the bed and kicked her legs violently.
"Is your fat arse burning, Louise?" Donna asked, taunting the crying woman. "Then have another one! Take that, you fat woman! And take this ... there ... there!"
The big woman cried loudly, her body heaving and bucking as she rode the pile of pillows, the slashing strap curling around her behind again and again until, as much from fatigue as anything, Donna stopped.
Donna knew where the woman hid her dildo and she went to get it. She strapped the artificial penis on, paused to check her reflection in the mirror and then realized that her panties were still on. She smiled, clasped a hand around the seven-inch penis which grew from her panties and went to the bed.
Slapping the sobbing woman in the behind, Donna told her to get off the pillows and roll over on her back. Through wet eyes, Louise saw the dildo waving and hurriedly threw herself into position. It meant that all the pain of punishment was about to pay off as Donna gave her what her husband wouldn't give.
Not taking time to lubricate the instrument the way she usually did, Donna got between the open legs of the woman, then skillfully fed the full length all the way into the receptive vagina of the woman while she sighed and whispered encouragement.
"Oh Don, lover," she panted, "you made my bummy all hot and tingly and now your big cock feels so good up my cunt. Oh yes ... fuck me and make me have a come."
Donna did what the woman wanted, even though what had once been a pleasure was suddenly a bore. She was still stroking the penis in the churning vagina of the woman when Louise cried out and began jerking in wild, wonderful orgasm.
While the woman was still coming out of her orgasm, Donna forced her to mount the pillows again, her behind elevated and glowing, a fleshy red beacon.
"Oh no, Donna, please don't strap me again," Louise panted. "Please no more ... please ... "
Donna was kneeling behind and astride her, beating the woman the farthest thing from her mind as she pushed the head of the dildo between the red cheeks, found the woman's anal ring and with a lunge, drove the big tool into her, stretching and ramming until the full seven inches was buried up the behind of the protesting woman.
Donna rode her behind for about five minutes and then stopped, withdrew the dildo, unstrapped it and threw it on the bed as the woman lay sobbing gently, her buttocks tensing and relaxing as though she was still feeling the long invader there.
Hurriedly putting her dress on, Donna left the room and the house without even waiting for the usual generous tip the woman enjoyed paying.
On her way back to the apartment, she reminded herself that she had promised to give it a try, but she knew with a cold dread that prostitution was no longer to be her way of life.
If she forced herself to continue, she sensed, she would destroy her enjoyment of sex and in that way, destroy her life.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Early the next morning, Donna went looking for a job. She had no idea what kind of work she wanted or what she was really qualified to do, so she walked in the city looking around and allowing her mind to roam freely.
She saw people hurrying into a tall office building and wondered about that as offering a possibility. In her mind, she heard herself being interviewed by a stuffy personnel manager.
" ... take dictation?"
"No."
"Type?"
"File?"
"No."
"Just what can you do, Miss?"
"Well, I can fuck and suck cocks and cunts and spank and things like that."
"How disgusting. I can assure you we have no such positions in this organization. Get out of here, you revolting creature. Oh, before you leave, kneel down under my desk and give me a blow job. I don't usually admit it, but I do love having my cock sucked."
Donna decided against applying for secretarial or clerical work. As she rejected one idea after another, she found herself thinking of her old profession. She wished fervently that she could recapture the zest for it that she had enjoyed for years, but told herself to forget it and concentrate on finding a job.
Money wasn't a factor, her investments and income from them which had been reinvested, were well above a hundred thousand dollars. She could afford to take it easy as long as she wanted, but she knew that her mind needed something to occupy it if she were to find some measure of peace and contentment.
She was surprised to find that she had killed the whole morning, that it was lunch time and she felt the pangs of hunger. She was less than a block from a big restaurant, one of the best in the area, so she turned and went there. Despite the fact that she was then in the unemployed class, she had no intention of allowing that to lower her standards.
The place was about half full and an attractive hostess led her to a table. When the waitress came, Donna ordered a drink and looked around. Just like that, she solved her career problem by deciding she was going to become a waitress. The more she thought about it, the more she became convinced that it would be pleasant work. She would be in nice surroundings, would be among interesting people and if for any reason she didn't like it as much as she expected, she could always quit.
After a leisurely meal, she paid her check, left a generous tip for the waitress, already feeling an affinity for waitresses, then got up to leave. She spoke to the hostess at the door and the woman took her to an office off the foyer.
The woman behind the desk was, Donna guessed, in her early forties. She had dark hair plastered to the sides of her face, showed promise of a good figure under a severely tailored suit and instinct told Donna was a lesbian.
Donna told her she wanted a job as a waitress. She saw the look of surprise on the woman's face a look that turned to suspicion.
"I don't suppose you see a restaurant like this as being a place to hustle your tail?" the woman said, suspicion in her tone as well as on her face.
It took a little while but Donna managed to get the woman to believe that she merely wanted to work as a waitress. With a strange look on her face, the woman told Donna she would consider her, despite her lack of experience and promised to drop by Donna's apartment that evening, around eight.
It was obvious to Donna that the woman would put the make on her, but that pleased rather than upset her, the blatant lesbianism of the mature woman causing her to feel arousal.
Donna bathed carefully in advance of the woman's visit and considered greeting her in a sheer negligee. She decided against it, deciding instead to play coy, wondering how the woman would go about seducing her.
At a couple of minutes after eight, Donna smiled warmly as she opened her apartment to admit the woman who carried a plastic garment bag.
"Are you planning to stay?" Donna asked with her smile still turned on.
"No," the woman replied, barely smiling, "these are uniforms which you may try on if I decide to hire you. You may be difficult to fit."
Donna accepted that as a compliment, invited her guest to sit and poured drinks for them. Within only a few minutes, formalities were dropped and they were Donna and Velma, the woman's sexual interest in her a very obvious thing.
"Should I try on a uniform?" Donna asked. "Just in case you decide to hire me, that is."
"Yes, Donna, why don't you? I rather think I shall offer you a job."
Putting her glass down, Donna got up and took her dress off, making it appear an innocent act as she displayed her bra and panty clad body with the same innocent air.
"You have a very good figure, Donna," the big woman told her, her voice telling of the excitement she was experiencing.
"Thank you, Velma. I have heard it more lavishly praised though."
"I'm sure you have, dear, but I wouldn't want you to get any wrong ideas."
"Don't worry about that, Velma," Donna replied as her eyes moved over the generously displayed thighs of the woman. They looked firm and smooth and Donna felt a strong urge to have them intertwined with her own in a writhing act of lust. "I'm sure I don't have any wrong ideas about you."
"I'm pleased to hear that, Donna," the woman said, excitement shining more strongly in her eyes. "If you were to remove your bra and panties, we could see more clearly just how the uniform fits."
Donna was surprised that Velma's approach was not smoother, but as her own arousal grew, she didn't mind.
Her motions were graceful as she removed her bra, paused for a few seconds to show off her lush breasts, then bending a little from the waist, pushed her sheer panties down and stepped out of them, naked except for garter belt and nylons.
Sensing that she had taken control, Donna went to the garment bag and selected a black rayon uniform and thinking of how it would cling to her naked body. She turned, looked at the woman and changed her mind. The garment dropped from her hand and she walked to Velma.
With a low cry of arousal, the woman leaped to her feet and gathered Donna into her arms.
"You teasing wench," the woman whispered huskily after a long, passionate kiss which said everything that was to be said between them, "if you knew all along, why didn't you show something earlier?"
"Because I enjoyed playing innocent and dumb as long as I could. It really wasn't easy though. I'm just as hot to trot as you are. Shall we go to bed now? Your body looks strong and exciting. I'm very anxious to see it naked."
"Yes, but I don't know what's happening here. I'm usually the aggressor."
"Be anything you like," Donna told her as she took her to the bedroom. "Perhaps you'd like me to be your servant and undress you."
"Mmm, an excellent idea, Donna. You're a beauty and I suspect you're good at it too, though you really aren't old enough to be so experienced."
"You think not? My aunt and uncle seduced me when I was fifteen. I've been a high priced call girl since I was sixteen. You can't think of any sexual act I haven't enjoyed."
"You swing both ways then, what a pity. I'd love to have you for my own."
"You can't, but let's not think about it now. I'm all yours for as long as you can stay. Shall I strip you naked now and do whatever you want me to do?"
"Yes, my beautiful slave girl. Undress me."
Donna unbuttoned the tweed jacket and opened it to see that the woman wore only a plain white bra under it. Her breasts were big and Donna suspected they would be firm too. She opened the waistband of the skirt and skinned it down over wide hips to let it fall around the woman's feet, then helped her step out of it.
Velma wore plain white nylon panties and the way she filled them made them anything but plain. Although Velma's hips were wide and her buttocks full, firm ovals, she did not have a bummy look about her and Donna was able to see how she could get away without wearing a girdle.
Donna's touch was gentle as she slipped the five hooks of the big bra and deftly removed it, confirming her earlier guess that Velma's breasts were firm. There was hardly a trace of sag to the chalky white, pink tipped gourds. She brought her hands up to fondle them, but Velma stopped her at once.
"Kneel and take my panties off," she told Donna in an excitingly stern tone.
Donna obeyed meekly, peeling the clinging panties down, her face close to the crotch of the woman as she inhaled deeply and savored musk and cleanliness mixed, the faint, stirring perfume of woman crotch.
"Now get up and go lie on the bed, on your back," the next command came and Donna obeyed with pleasure.
Velma went to her and sitting beside her, moved her two hands over the warm, silken skin from face to knees, pausing to fondle a breast or a thigh, then on again to other areas.
Bending more closely, she sucked luscious gourds of breast into her mouth, licking and lightly biting firming pink nipples.
"It's time now, Donna," Velma told her, the tone of her whisper strongly masculine, "get ready to have your sweet little cunt sucked. You're going to start coming and keep on coming until you're weak."
Her hands were excitingly strong as they raised and parted Donna's thighs, opening her crotch wide. She stared for a few seconds, making animal sounds deep in her throat, then, licking her lips, she brought her face down, her mouth right on the hot vulva, kissing, licking and sucking while the strong hands rubbed and fondled the hips, thighs and buttocks of the writhing young woman.
Donna lost count of the number of orgasms she achieved and she was begging for mercy when Velma finally took her face out of her crotch and sat up smiling.
"Hell, Velma," she said, her voice quavering, "you're greedy but you're great."
"Yours is the sweetest cunt I've ever tasted," the woman told her. "I'll always be greedy with it."
"Don't you want me to go down on you?" Donna asked as she saw the woman insert a finger into her slit and begin rubbing her clitoris.
"No thanks, I don't swing that way. I'll just pull myself a few times."
Donna thought that a strange term to use, then she saw the woman fall back on the bed, her eyes closed tightly, her finger stroking the clitoris, then two fingers coming into play. She had a long clitoris and Donna was able to see it clearly.
"Oh, my big fucking prick is so long and hard," the woman groaned in her deep tone. "When I jerk it off and shoot, my cream will go right across the room. Here it comes now, I'm shooting," she went on, her voice breaking. "Look at me shoot cream ... oh, it's shooting."
Donna felt herself trembling and sweating as she stared hotly at the red clitoris which then extended beyond the pink lips like a miniature of the penis the woman claimed it to be.
They rested, sipped drinks and chatted. The woman made no reference to what she had earlier called her prick and neither did Donna. Passion rebuilt with exciting slowness, then Velma told Donna it was time to go to the bed again.
"Are you going to eat my pussy again?" Donna asked.
"Yes, dear, I'm going to suck you off a few times, then I'm going to fuck you with my stiff prick. Oh, how I'm going to fuck you, you beautiful little angel."
When they went to the bed, Velma went down on her at once and began lapping. Donna counted three strong orgasms before the woman took her mouth away from her.
Kneeling up, the woman parted her pink labia and showed Donna her clitoris which again extended like an erect penis.
"Take a good look at the big cock that's going to fuck you, darling," she panted. "Get ready for the best fucking you've ever had."
Not knowing what was expected of her, Donna lay back, surrendering her body completely to the woman. She felt their thighs being intertwined, felt Velma turn her then the woman parted her labia with two fingers and Donna felt the hard clitoris on her bare thigh, wet and alive and most exciting.
The big woman began riding then, her clitoris rubbing as she rode with the rhythm of a man in the act of sexual intercourse. Donna had been ridden before, but never by a woman with so long a clitoris. It was maddeningly exciting as was the rubbing, of one firm thigh in her crotch.
"Oh, what a sweet fuck you are," the woman panted. "My cock just loves to fuck you ... you're all cunt, you beautiful angel ... I could fuck you forever ... my prick will never get tired of you ... it will always want to be fucking you."
The woman was still babbling when climax swept over her, causing her body to jerk strongly, her leg rubbing a storm in Donna's crotch so that while the older woman still panted and grunted, she too achieved orgasm, a thoroughly delightful one.
Later, lying naked on the bed, they talked about Donna's new job which was to start the following day. There would be no trouble about fitting Donna into the restaurant, since Velma, Donna learned, was the owner as well as manager.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Although she was starting from scratch, it was not long before Donna was a completely efficient waitress and the most popular one in the place. Her popularity was measurable by her tips. Some of the waitresses who had been there longer than Donna resented her instant success, but they were smart enough to know that she was the owner's fair haired girl so they were forced to swallow their resentment at her getting the best hours, the best stations and the best customers.
Many men wanted to date her and Donna considered each application. If she liked the look of the man, she accepted. If she still liked him the look of the man, the evening, she went to bed with him.
Velma didn't approve, resented Donna's wasting her beautiful body on men, but was forced to go along. Donna spent a couple of nights a week with her and she was thankful and didn't dare do or say anything to upset the arrangement.
During her first two years in the restaurant, Donna received three proposals of marriage. In each case the man was pleasant enough and had money, but she turned him down each time. She feared the responsibility marriage carried with it and sensing that she wouldn't be able to meet that responsibility, left it to those who were more qualified or who cared less about doing it in the right way or not at all.
One rainy afternoon Donna felt bored and restless. It was a Monday and would have been quiet anyway, with the rain to keep people in it became even more so.
A group of teenagers came to one of her tables, a fact that did nothing to cheer her up since it meant a lot of work for small tips. One of them, one of the youngest boys of the group, was quieter than the rest and seemed out of place among them.
She noticed that he kept following her with his eyes. Before long, she saw a look of adoration, the expression of a loving puppy. To her surprise, she felt a sudden flaring of sexual excitement.
Donna had seen boys look her over before, many times, but there was something different about this one. Instead of excitement or boldness, there was a silent pleading in his stare, a wordless crying out for help.
The next time she returned to the table, Donna made a point of standing beside his chair, her left thigh pressing against his arm. He did not take the arm away, so before she left, she turned so that her thigh brushed it again. When she caught his eyes, she flashed him a warm smile.
The next day, he returned alone and went to one of her tables. She greeted him with delight, took his order and as time permitted, exchanged a few words of conversation with him, very nervous words on the part of the boy whose age she guessed to be about fifteen.
The thought of seducing the boy developed slowly, but grew strongly until she knew she was going to do it. If he could look so adoringly at her when she was dressed in her uniform, she reasoned, then it would be far more exciting if he feasted his eyes on her in bra and panties, or less.
Donna set it up with Velma to finish work early the following day. Right on time, her boy arrived and she led him to an out of the way table. As he sat, she brushed his arm with her thigh once more. She saw and felt the excitement in him.
A half hour later, when Donna hurried out of the restaurant, she found the boy standing in the doorway of a nearby office building as he had been told to.
As they walked together to her apartment building, only a few blocks away, Donna learned more about the boy. His name was Tim and he was fourteen years old. She learned too that he was a shy boy who had only a very few friends because he lacked the aggression and did not share the interests of other boys of his age. He liked girls and women, liked looking at them, but again his shyness hampered him and kept him unhappy.
Donna was careful to keep her voice calm, her tone warm and friendly as she told of how she took an instant liking to him and would enjoy chatting with him at her apartment because she understood him while his friends didn't since they lacked his maturity.
Her warmth and flattery caused him to glow, so that by the time they reached her apartment she was confident she would be able to lead him to do anything she wanted.
The thought of seducing the innocent boy was such that Donna couldn't remember when she had felt such wild arousal. In the apartment, she poured a soft drink for the boy and a hard one for herself.
Sitting opposite him, her legs crossed, smooth thighs nicely exposed, she guided the conversation along erotic lines, explaining how women liked to dress to please and excite men and how she enjoyed having a man steal glances at her legs and thighs.
"That's why women like to wear sexy black bras which show quite a bit of their creamy white titties," she went on. "When a man sees that much, he gets all worked up and wants to see more. It's the same with little black lace panties. When a man sees a woman that way, his thing gets hard in his pants and he begs to take her panties off to see and kiss the rest."
"Do ... do people really kiss down there? The guys talk about it, but is it really true?"
"Sure it's true, dear. I've been kissed and licked and sucked there plenty of times by men as well as women."
"By women?" he asked, surprised.
"Of course, dear. Sex is for everybody. It can be very exciting when two beautiful women are kissing and feeling each other up, then they take their clothes off, suck titties, then get together and suck each other's cunny until they both come."
Gaining confidence from the warmth of her tone and her eagerness to accept him as a special friend, Tim asked other questions and she gave him the most erotic possible answers, further arousing him as he feasted his shining eyes on the thighs of which she showed more and more, well above the tops of nylons where her shapely thighs looked warm and silken smooth.
"Oh yes," she replied to another eagerly whispered question, "I just love to take a stiff cock in my mouth and suck it until it gives me a warm drink of man cream. Men always love the way I suck their cocks. Have you ever had your cock sucked?"
"No. A boy offered to do it once, but I guess I was afraid."
"I guess I can understand that, Tim. I think it would be different if a beautiful naked woman offered to suck you off though."
Seeing no point in delaying the next step of the seduction any longer, Donna offered to take her dress off and allow him to see her in bra and panties. The boy accepted the offer eagerly, perspiration standing out on his forehead as she stood, opened the dress at the collar and waist, then, smiling excitedly, pulled it slowly up and over her head to toss it aside as he gave a little cry of mingled joy and desire.
Donna went to sit on the couch with him and gave him permission to feel her, anywhere he wanted to. He took eager advantage of the offer and his hands moved excitedly from her breasts to her knees. At one point, Donna rolled herself over his lap so that he could feel her firm buttocks through and around skimpily designed nylon panties.
She pressed his face into her crotch and felt his moist, warm breath there. She wanted to delay the seduction a little longer, but desire was too strong so she told him to get up and led him to her bedroom.
Holding him as they got onto the bed, she described how cunnilingus should be performed and was delighted at how eagerly he agreed to do it.
It would have been exciting for her under any circumstances, but the fact that he had been completely innocent until that time added much to the thrill Donna experienced as he lapped wetly, licking her clitoris to the point where she climaxed with her body heaving and squirming all over the bed.
Donna offered him his choice between intercourse and fellatio and when he had made the choice, she lay back with her legs wide open and welcomed him onto her warm, naked body. She did not help him to find the moist slit into which he was so anxious to plunge his stiff young penis, but he found it in time and was soon stroking strongly in the hot depths of her vagina.
When she felt him begin to ejaculate, she held him with her legs as well as her arms.
Later, when the boy announced sadly that it was time to go, she remained naked while he dressed. He begged to be allowed to visit again and she told him to come on Sunday when she would not be working and they would have the entire day, assuring time enough so that in addition to cunnilingus and intercourse, she could also introduce him to the pleasures of fellatio.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Tim kept his date with her, arriving late Sunday morning. She surprised and delighted him by being naked when she admitted him to the apartment. Tim was soon naked too and they had a bath together.
After that, they went to her bedroom where he played with and kissed her body for a long time as she squirmed with arousal, then had him go down on her and bring her to climax with his mouth and his tongue which he was learning to use excellently in response to her magnificent tutelage.
She had him lie on his back to do it, bringing her crotch down to his upturned face. He obviously loved the position which gave him access to her bare buttocks and lush thighs while he licked. When she climaxed, she gave his face a wet, warm massage and he loved that too.
Donna had him mount her body then and Tim felt very manly as he inserted his penis into her vagina and had intercourse for the second time. When they were finished, they went into the kitchen where she made fresh coffee and prepared a brunch for him and her, both agreeing that sex was good for the appetite.
During a long, lovely day, Donna had the boy use his mouth and tongue to bring her many orgasms, then, when he achieved his second erection, she took it in her mouth, bathed it in warm saliva, then sucked the throbbing young organ until he was grunting with joy and weakness as her skilled mouth drained him of his semen.
When Donna began to tire of him, she realized it was because the newness of seduction and early erotic training had worn off. The next step then was simple as she questioned him about his few friends and found that there was a boy of his own age whom he liked and trusted and who, like Tim, never had seen a female in the nude.
His eyes lit up at the suggestion that he invite his friend along for the next visit. He would surely emerge as a hero in his friend's estimation by having a mature woman who engaged in sex with him when older boys had to settle for giggling girls with bodies not nearly as beautiful and mature as Donna's lovely one.
The two boys came to the apartment one day after school, Tim merely having told his buddy that a great surprise lay in store for him. Donna was dressed for the event in a filmy black negligee over black lace bra and panties with long, sheer, dark nylons and a black garter belt.
"Did Tim tell you what your surprise is to be, Grant?" she asked, smiling as she saw his eyes move guiltily over her partially revealed body,
"No," he told her, nervously.
"Well, your friend Tim," she told him, "has become quite a man. I'm his girl friend. When he comes here to visit, we strip bare naked, kiss and play with each other all we like. He fucks me and sucks my cunt and I suck his cock. I think it was sweet of him to give you a chance to share my body. Wouldn't you like to get me bare naked in bed and fuck me?"
For a moment, it appeared that the boy was going to faint, but he recovered and the three went into the bedroom where after she kissed them both a few times and allowed them to feel her through her negligee, she took it off.
While Grant watched, Tim took her onto the bed and after he had stripped naked, he took her bra and panties off, fondled and kissed her body and thighs, then fitted his mouth to her vulva and brought her to strong orgasm.
His friend had been terribly shy at first, but lust took control of him and shyness passed when Donna called him to the bed and invited him to do the same. She knew the same excitement she had known during the seduction of Tim as she rubbed the head of the trembling boy while his tongue licked her clitoris and juice trickled all the way down to the valley between her buttocks. Tim not only watched intently, but fondled her breasts at the same time, adding to her wild delight and setting her up for a shatteringly strong orgasm.
Tim wore a look of manly pride a little later as she lay with her legs open and he knelt between them, stiff penis in hand, ready to plunge it into her warm, well lubricated vagina.
He fitted his organ into her with ease, then his perspiring friend stared in awe as Tim gave Donna the kind of a riding she had promised the other boy. Tim could not hold back ejaculation for long and let go a lot sooner than he wanted to, his body twitching as his semen spurted into her receptive vagina while her strong, smooth legs held him tightly.
And then it was Grant's turn and he trembled as he approached her wet, wide open crotch. Donna left him to make penetration without any help from her as she had done with Tim that first time. He too made it after much probing and false pushing in her warm crotch. Like Tim, he gave her only a brief ride as ejaculation came early, but it marked the high point of his life to that time.
After that, Donna had her two boys bring other young male virgins to her apartment to be seduced and the thrill never lessened for her or for them.
But while one boy had been able to keep a secret, it was not long before too many became involved and one day two policemen arrived at her apartment with a warrant for her arrest.
The police already had collected statements from a number of boys. Faced with them, Donna decided she had no choice but to plead guilty and ask for mercy. She had hoped for a suspended sentence since it was her first offense, but the court did not choose to be that merciful.
She served six months in a reformatory for women, but after the shock of her admission wore off, Donna learned that prison life did not have to be as grim as she had expected it would be. She still had her beauty working for her and she soon found opportunities to trade it for favors.
Donna adjusted so well to prison life with a steady diet of woman sex that she was not particularly excited when time for her release arrived. The evening before her departure, she was invited to a going away party with a group of staff women who had shared her body during her stay, all of whom expressed a hope that she would return before long.
Velma allowed her to return to work at the restaurant, but gave her a stern lecture on the dangers of fooling around with innocent youngsters. Donna took the lecture with a straight face and gave her word that she wouldn't do it again. Even as she said the words, she knew she was lying. Having had a taste of the thrill of seduction of the young, she knew she would return to it at the first opportunity.
Having been deprived of male sex partners for so long, Donna accepted many dates and concentrated on men rather than boys. There was still some lesbian lust on her diet though, thanks to Velma who called her to her apartment often.
And then the urge to seduce boys began to grow. She fought it, telling herself she was crazy to run the risk of being jailed again and for a while was able to resist temptation.
Her resolve lasted until one afternoon when the paper boy called to collect his money. She had been preparing for a bath and had already taken her dress off. As the knock sounded on the door and the young boy identified himself, she looked at her self, felt a surge of desire and without pausing, opened the door and told him to come in.
He froze as though he was tensing to run, then she smiled and closed the door behind him.
"I was just getting ready to have a bath," Donna told him, her tone warm and very seductive. "It's a good thing you didn't come a minute later when I had my bra and panties off and would have been naked."
A number of times the boy's mouth opened and closed as he tried to talk, but it seemed futile. Seeing it, Donna did the talking for both and was soon smiling more warmly as his hands accepted an invitation to find out what a woman's body felt like.
When she was confident he had gotten over the shock of her semi nudity and was well aroused, she gently opened his fly, reached inside and took his erect penis out. He squirmed in mild protest, but Donna stilled that by guiding one of his hands to the warm crotch of her panties.
Minutes later, she was leading him into her bedroom, her heart pounding with excitement as she prepared to seduce him. She drew him out gradually until he was telling of how he had for so long dreamed of one day seeing a woman in her bra and panties and then in the nude. Smiling warmly, she told him that his dream was going to come true and that she would allow him even more than that, that if he chose to, he could experience sexual pleasures he had never even dreamed of.
Before going any farther, she told the boy of how she had been sent to jail for having fun with a boy of his age who had made the mistake of telling others of what they had done together. The trembling boy swore he would never tell a soul.
Smiling warmly, she took her bra off and told him he could feel her breasts as soon as he stripped naked. He hesitated, but the prize was too great to be turned down. A minute later, he rejoined her on the bed, his smooth young body naked, his stiff penis throbbing in her hand as she drew the foreskin back and whispered to him how thrilling it would be for him when he pushed it into her vagina.
Later, he cried with joy when he skinned her clinging panties down to bare what he had never before seen. So that he could see it properly, Donna lay on her back with her legs open and drawn up over her, her crotch wide open.
He hesitated again when she told him the price of admission, but in a little while she had him completely under her spell and he nervously brought his face down into her crotch. After only a few second of mouthing her vulva, he stopped resisting. Sensing that she had him completely under control then, she taught him how to use his tongue on her clitoris for maximum effect. Determined that he should learn the art of cunnilingus well, she had him bring her to climax that way twice, then took him on her warm body and encouraged him in heated whispers as he fitted his penis into her with a trembling hand, then rode her belly, his hard tool pistoning strongly in her depths until a series of broken cries told her he had reached the end of the line.
Donna held the boy warmly and sighed deeply as she felt the warm semen shooting into her body. He gave her all he had, then she continued to hold him close to her body as she wallowed in erotic ecstasy at the realization that she had seduced another boy.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Her resolve forgotten, Donna turned her attention almost entirely to boys. She learned where they could most easily be found and how they could be attracted to chat with her, a subtle first step.
She made notes of every attempt to lure a boy and when such an effort failed and the boy fled nervously, she went over her notes in an effort to find out if the failure had somehow been her fault.
Gradually, she developed the ability to read boys at a distance. She could look one over, check his initial response when she spoke to him and be sure of the right approach to take.
Once in a while she would pick up an older boy, but generally, she liked her victims anywhere from twelve to fifteen. Older boys tended to be a bit too cocky and showoffy, she found and she much preferred the younger ones who trembled and groaned at the sight and feel of her, who sometimes even cried a little as she guided them on their premature exit from boyhood, through the hot, fleshy portals of her crotch.
Prom time to time an innocent looking young boy would surprise her as she loosened his tongue and he told of some exposure to sex which she wouldn't have expected in one so young and innocent looking.
Floyd was one of those. Donna had brought him home to her apartment and his had been an easy and very exciting seduction. He was fifteen and looked younger, with fair, almost girlish skin and a quiet, gentle attitude.
After they had enjoyed cunnilingus and the boy had mounted her and thrilled at his first act of sexual intercourse, they were lying on the bed and talking in secret tones.
"This thing with the mouth, I mean in between the legs," he began, a little nervously, "do girls like that too? I mean as much as women do?"
"You mean cunt lapping? Of course they do, once they find out about it. Now, dear, I want you to tell me who the girl is that you are talking about. Tell me all about her and perhaps I can tell you how to have even more fun with her."
He resisted for a little while, then broke down and told her all about Carol, his thirteen year-old sister. He told of how he and she had been walking in the woods one Summer when they spied on a man and woman. The couple had been necking at the time, but it had gone beyond that and the man had taken off her panties, pushed his pants and shorts down and they'd had intercourse.
"We couldn't really see their things clearly," he went on, "but it sure got us excited. After they went away, Carol and I talked about it and it got us worked up some more and we agreed to show each other our things."
"Don't say things, dear," Donna told him. "You mean your prick and Carol's cunt and tits."
With Donna urging him on gently, he told of how that day they had begun playing sex games together and how they had continued to do so."
"Do you fuck her?" Donna asked.
"Oh, no, we don't want her to get a baby. When we are alone in the house, we take off all our clothes and we kiss and rub together. I play with her titties and bum and she plays with me all over. She showed me how to rub in her cunt with a finger and give her a come and then she takes my prick and pulls it until I shoot."
Donna kept him talking and before he left, there was an agreement that on the following Saturday, both he and his sister would come to visit her so she could teach them both how to have more fun together without the risk of Carol becoming pregnant.
The two arrived late on Saturday morning, the girl looking even more nervous than the boy. As Donna admitted them to the apartment, she wore her favorite black negligee over black bra, panties and nylons and her smile of greeting was dazzling.
Floyd had told his sister about the wonderful time he'd had with the strange woman and how she had offered to teach his sister many interesting things about sex. She had been wildly enthusiastic at first, but as they approached the apartment, nervousness had set it.
Donna concentrated on relaxing them, especially the girl, then she began talking about sex, telling a story of how she had spent one night that week in the company of a man and his wife. It gave her the opportunity to describe various sexual acts she had enjoyed with them, including mutual cunnilingus and fellatio.
"Does that mean you're a lesbian?" Carol asked, blushing.
"No, dear," Donna smiled. "There are lots of people of both sexes who enjoy sex with both men and women. They're not lesbians or queers, they are just people who have been lucky enough to learn to enjoy all kinds of sex."
After a little more conversation, when Donna felt that the girl was ready for it, she took her negligee off and thrilled, at the way their eyes went wide with excitement at the sight of her scantily clad body and stunning thighs. There was no protest as she led the way to her bedroom, the children following eagerly if nervously.
She had taught Floyd how to really kiss with his tongue in a woman's mouth and she gave him one such kiss then. When she released him and drew his pretty sister into her arms, the girl made a nervous protest. Ignoring it, Donna brought their mouths together and a little later was listening to the muffled groans which had nothing to do with fear or protest.
Establishing Floyd as the leader of the two, Donna had him strip naked first, then take his sister in his arms to kiss her and fondle her body. With only a bit of protest, the girl then took her dress off and Donna eyed the nubile breasts which did not really need the bra she wore.
When Donna invited the two to feel her body and thighs, Floyd eagerly took the lead and it was not long before his sister followed, nervously at first, then with mounting excitement until, like her brother, she surrendered to abandon. It was then that Donna took the girl's bra off, fondled the firm little breasts, then sucked one into her mouth.
While she sucked the breasts of the squirming, sighing girl, Donna fondled her through her panties, then motioned the boy to take them off which he did with no protest from his sister who had reached the point of no return.
As Donna released the girl, she saw Floyd with both hands working on his sister, one on her smooth behind, the other playing in her warm little crotch.
Sitting on the bed, Donna invited the excited, trembling boy to take her bra off. He did so while his naked sister stared in fascination. Like Floyd, Carol gave a gasp of admiration as Donna's big, pink tipped breasts were bared and jutted boldly as both youngsters gaped in near disbelief.
It was not long before Donna had them both busy ministering to her lush breasts with their hands and their mouths so that her nipples erected to an extent which amazed and delighted the innocent girl who had never before seen mature breasts.
"Would you like to take my panties off now, dear?" Donna asked Floyd and saw his eyes light up even more brightly as he assured her he would be delighted with the task.
To make more of a production of the act, she got off the bed and stood beside it, her feet apart, both hands on her hips.
Remembering how she had taught him to remove a woman's panties, Floyd knelt and his touch was more than reverent as he skinned the clinging nylon down to bare her luscious body. When the hands of Floyd and his sister returned to Donna's body, they found nudity more exciting than clinging nylon had been.
Stopping them then, Donna lay on the bed and invited Floyd to perform cunnilingus on her. The boy looked proud and confident as he went to her, bent close and began kissing and licking her warm inner thighs and her crotch before he pressed his mouth to her vulva and while his sister watched with mounting arousal and admiration, he shot his tongue inside her hot vagina and lapped until she threshed with the joy of climax, her naked body writhing on the bed.
Donna drew the girl onto the bed then, began to fondle her thighs, then moved a hand into her crotch. As she fondled and stroked, she told the girl of the joy of cunnilingus. When she stopped whispering, she pushed her face between the young, smooth thighs, found the tender vulva with a warm, exciting mouth and began sucking. The girl cried out loudly when the tongue penetrated to find her clitoris, but it was a cry of joy. The hands of the woman gripped her more tightly and Donna went on and licked the little passion bud until Carol cried into a delightfully 'strong orgasm.
"So far, dear," Donna told Carol a little later, "you're the only one who hasn't sucked a cunt. Would you care to experiment with mine? I'm told I have a very tasty one. I know Floyd loves to suck and lick it and make me come that way."
Trembling, the girl allowed her face to be guided to the aromatic warmth of Donna's crotch, then she had her lips on the soft, pink lips she found there. With no trace of hesitation, she began to mouth the hot pink warmth she found there and without being told, sent her tongue inside and explored excitedly, her hands rubbing silken smooth hips and thighs.
Donna climaxed strongly and beautifully and later, Carol's eyes shone excitedly as she told of how lovely the act had been for her.
Carol wanted to see her brother having intercourse with the woman and Donna assured her they would do that.
"Before he loses his bone though," she told Carol, "I want to show you a way the two of you can fuck with no danger of your getting knocked up."
Donna had the girl kneel on all fours on the bed and she laid back on the bed beside the girl. She told Floyd to insert his penis into her vagina, but warned him to be careful not to ejaculate. Fearing that the boy would not be able to apply the brakes, she waited until he had stroked only a few times, then told him to pull out.
As she got up and told him to kneel behind his sister's arched ass, she slipped two fingers into her vagina and brought them out shining with moisture.
Kneeling beside the girl, she wiped them on her anus and pushed one finger inside. Satisfied that Carol was prepared, aware that the relatively slim penis of the boy would have no difficulty making penetration, she held the girl's buttocks apart and told him to push his penis up his sister's ass.
Delightedly, he did so and soon had his organ buried to the hilt. Playing the role of teacher, Donna showed them how in that position Floyd could fondle his sister's breasts and could reach under her to work a finger in her vagina so that she too could experience orgasm.
Deciding to postpone her intercourse with the boy until later, she had him ride his sister's pretty behind and ejaculate there. When he finished, she had him keep his penis in the girl while he fingered her until she climaxed. When she achieved orgasm, Carol jerked and bucked so violently that she expelled the spent penis.
Both brother and sister were so delighted with what she had taught them that they covered Donna with kisses as they expressed enthusiastic appreciation and assured her that they would play their new game often.
Later in the day, when Donna had erected Floyd again, she taught his sister how to perform fellatio. Doubting that there would be time for the boy to get another erection, Donna decided on a compromise that would permit her to teach the girl a maximum in the art of satisfying a male while bringing pleasure to herself.
Again she lay on her back and had the boy fit his stiff organ into her vagina. Once more she told him to begin stroking but to stop before he came too close to ejaculating. His sister lay with her face close to their united crotches, watching excitedly as her brother's penis stroked in the woman's pink organ.
Patting the boy on the behind, Donna told him to stop then and he did so, reluctantly. Telling Carol to watch closely, Donna had him lie on his back.
Bending over him, she licked her lips, then lowered her face and pushed his penis into her mouth. Her head moved up and down as her mouth became a vagina which worked excitingly on the stiff penis of the panting boy.
After a little while, she stopped, released his penis and excitedly told the girl what a thrill it was to feel a stiff penis spurting cream into the mouth.
The thought caught the girl by surprise, but she told herself that everything the woman had told her to that point had been true, that everything she had taught her brought joy and that she should trust her and give a try at fellatio.
Taking the position the woman had occupied, Carol fitted her brother's penis into her mouth and did what she had seen the woman doing. While she sucked, Carol felt Donna's hands moving lightly, excitingly on her buttocks and thighs, thrilling her and making the act more exciting.
"Oh," she heard the boy pant, "I'm gonna shoot ... I can't stop."
"Careful now, dear," Donna whispered to her. "Suck harder and be careful his cock doesn't slip out of your mouth. Hold it tightly with your lips and drink that beautiful cream. Be careful not to lose a drop of that lovely, warm juice. Suck, baby ... suck ... he's shooting it to you ... drink it all up ... suck him dry."
Carol did so and when the boy finally was able to push her face away from him and rescue the wreckage of his erection, he was so weak he was afraid he was going to faint.
Aroused as she was, Donna then had the boy and his sister take turns bringing her to climax by means of cunnilingus before she allowed them to leave, their eyes shining with wild excitement at all they had learned and the thought of all the things they would do together in the future.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Donna had moved to a new apartment in another part of the city and thought that the disgrace she had undergone in her arrest, conviction and imprisonment were all behind her, but she didn't count on the long arm of coincidence.
Just at the time she met Floyd and Carol, a new couple moved into the apartment across the hall from her. While unpacking, the woman paused for a drink and wanting something to read while resting, she picked up one of the newspapers that had been used to protect dishes.
It was a section of one of the more lurid tabloids, an old one. It contained the story of Donna's trial and included a picture of her. It struck the woman that she had seen Donna before, that she had met and talked to her. When she was unable to recall where or when, she folded the paper and put it away.
Later that day, when she was carrying garbage to the incinerator, the woman saw the door opposite open and said hello to Donna, the pleasant and beautiful young woman who had spoken to her earlier that day.
She was barely able to stifle her gasp of shock as she recognized Donna as being the woman whose picture she had seen in the tabloid, the seductress of innocent young boys. If she'd had any doubts on that score, they were dispelled as Donna waved to the boy and girl who hurried down the hall toward the elevator.
When her husband came home that evening, the woman showed him the paper and told him about the boy and girl she had seen leaving Donna's apartment. He told her they should mind their own business, but she was not impressed. She had noticed a quick flare of interest in his expression and saw Donna as a threat to her marriage.
Although she and her husband had a reasonably good marriage, she suspected that he had been unfaithful a few times. If the beauty across the hall was such a sexy woman that she seduced kids, she reasoned, then she was too much of a threat to be tolerated. While saying nothing more about it to her husband, she made up her mind to keep a close watch on Donna and watch for any opportunity to remove her as a threat.
A few days later, she spotted Floyd and Carol approaching the building and listened as they were admitted to Donna's apartment. Going out into the hall, the woman listened but heard nothing. She had already looked up Donna's phone number and had worked out a plan to confirm her suspicion. She waited more than a half hour after the boy and girl had been admitted to the apartment, then phoned Donna. When there was no answer after fifteen rings, the woman felt firmly convinced that her suspicions were right, that Donna was too busy in bed with the children to bother answering the phone.
Rejecting the advice her husband had given her about minding her own business, the woman went that afternoon to the police station. She spoke to an official, showed him the tabloid item and told of her neighbor and her young visitors.
The policeman showed a definite interest and assured her that her role in the matter would be a carefully guarded secret. Before leaving the office, she assured him that she would phone the next time she observed Donna entertaining young visitors.
That next time came on the following Saturday. Fortunately, her husband was out playing golf so it was a simple matter for the woman to watch until the boy and girl arrived, then place the call immediately.
When she hung up the phone, she felt a twinge of regret and shame at what she had done, but disposed of such feelings by telling herself she was merely acting to protect her husband from the predatory female who, left unchecked, would destroy her marriage.
The door of her apartment was open a crack when the two policemen arrived and she assured them that the boy and girl were still in Donna's apartment.
"Should I go with you as a witness?" she asked, anxious to be allowed into the apartment to see what the woman was doing with the boy and girl.
"No, thank you," the senior policeman replied. "You have done your duty and we appreciate it. The rest is best left up to us."
The woman continued to peek through the crack of the door as a policeman quietly fitted a key into the lock of Donna's door, turned it and pushed the door open, almost without a sound.
As the two men moved into the apartment, their approach was silent, so much so that none of the occupants of the bedroom heard them approach. Even as they stood in the doorway of the bedroom, there was no sound until Donna saw them and emitted a cry of terror.
Even though they expected to find sexual activity in the room, the two men were hardly prepared for what met their eyes. Donna lay on her back, her legs up and open while Carol performed cunnilingus on her. The girl was kneeling with her bare behind well up so that the boy was able to get his penis into her ass. He was in the act of having anal intercourse with her when Donna's cry ended the game for all three.
The three nudes scrambled for clothes while the policemen watched. Later, one policeman took Donna into one room to take a statement from her while the other questioned the children at length and drew the whole story from them.
On her second conviction, Donna drew a longer sentence, one she is still serving.
When I talked to her in prison, she indicated with a grin that she is not suffering for want of sexual outlets.
Indicative of her nature was a comment she made with a wry grin.
"Isn't it silly, that if I hadn't retired from my career as a whore, I wouldn't have gotten into trouble with the law and never would have gone to jail."
Donna isn't sure what she will do when she is released from jail, but, all things considered, one does not expect that she will change her ways and turn to the straight and narrow path.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Having given it more thought, I have decided to try again with Donna. After all, reforming one as notoriously and sexually uninhibited as Donna, would be an important victory.
I approached the matron.
"Madam, I wanted to talk to you about one of the inmates. Donna."
"What about her?"
"I would like to work more closely with her for a few months and see if there's not something that could be done for her after all."
"What do you think the little fucker of innocents, that despoiling witcher of babes, could be taught? And could she be taught by any means other than by forceful persuasion?"
"Yes, I think so. You see, Ma'am, there's always a psychological perversion involved in such cases. If I could get her to reveal it to me, I could help her to help herself. When she left here, she wouldn't ever get herself into a position where she would be committing a sex crime."
The matron looked at me for a while. "All right," she finally said, "I'll give you six months. But no more. Do you understand? No more. I don't expect you'll get anywhere. But if you can show some positive results, then I'll let you continue. Agreed?"
I smiled. "That's all I need, I think. Thank you, ma'am." I rose and left, planning my attack of Donna's mental barriers.
I had to win! I must win!
But, what, I wondered, conversely, if Donna was one of those rare people who didn't have a sex problem? Well, I told myself, she would when I got done with her!
I waited a week, formulating my plans and going over her records carefully. I doubt if there was a single thing I could start with ... except ...
She had mentioned in one of her questioning periods something about a long time ago boyfriend. She had just glossed over with a reference and a name, but there was, here, a starting place.
I made a mental note to begin with Harry.
I had her come for an appointment later in the day, as this would enable us to take extra time if necessary.
I would need all the help I could get and time was a very useful commodity of which I didn't have that fucking much. I would have to make the most of each minute.
"I thought," she said as she came into the room, "that you were all done with me?"
"I thought so too, Donna. But I was going over your record for the last time before putting it away and I came across the reference to Harry. Who was Harry?"
She frowned and sat down in the hard-backed chair.
"I really don't want to drag him into this. He was different than anything else and I want to keep his memory clean ... that means, no sharing, no telling, not a single thing."
She folded her arms across her tits and stared at me. Suddenly, she was being uncooperative and belligerent with me.
"Donna, do you want to get out of here, someday?"
"Of course and I will, too."
"Not if I say you're unfit for social reinstatement." I let that sink in.
"You mean that if I tell you about Harry and me, you'll let me go? What's your game, anyway?"
I looked at her, mustering all the self-righteousness I would have felt if I'd had her interests-and hers only-at heart. "Really, Donna, my only game-as you put it-is your recovery and cure from this possessive necessity."
"I smell a rat, doctor."
"What do you mean? Is something wrong?"
"Yeah. Your sudden and new interest. You want to know everything about me. You weren't that interested before. Oh, you were interested. But only in me as another patient. Like last time I was here."
"It's no different. Like I said," I replied, "I had almost given you up as incurable and beyond help when I ran across this short reference to Harry."
"So?"
"As you know, I wasn't your counselor in the beginning. You were transferred from another man. I suppose he must have missed Harry."
"So?"
"Well, Harry could be important, to you, I mean and to your mental health. Won't you help me help you?"
She stared at me, sullenly. I had hit a very sensitive nerve in her memory and relationships. Whoever Harry was-or is-he was a key, if not the key. Explain Harry, I thought and I have my case.
Then she began talking. Of course, it didn't all come out in the following order-all neat and presentable. There were gaps, flashbacks, things that I had to drag out of her with great circumspection. There were little things she either forgot or suppressed.
She never met Harry until she went into high school. and for the size of the school, they probably wouldn't have met except that they were in class together and seated side by side in desks.
The first day she noticed him because he was so very, very handsome. His hair, eyes, build and features were so like hers-almost like they could have been identical twins!
And, he noticed there close resemblance.
But, she was shy about introducing herself to him. Apparently, he was just as shy. Two weeks passed in unspoken silence.
Then, they found themselves in competition with each other for the top grades in the class. And they went at it in earnest, vying for both the teacher's approval and for the highest marks.
It was the first cool day of Fall and Donna had worn only a sweater. As she stepped from the school building, she saw that it was drizzling.
Standing there, she shivered with the chill of the late and dark afternoon.
"Where's your coat?"
She whirled at the familiar voice. Harry, her class competition and look-alike, stood just behind her.
"I forgot it." She felt embarrassed and the blush rose in her cheeks.
He smiled. "I didn't feel like taking mine this morning, but mum insisted. Now I'm glad."
"Why?"
"Because I'll share with you and walk you home ... that is ... if you don't mind ... "
She smiled at him.
"Thank you, Harry. I'd like that."
Unbuttoning his trench-coat, he offered it to her.
"You take half, too," she said.
He came close to her and put his arm around her. They both felt embarrassed at this close gesture, but she rationalized that it was to keep from getting wet and a chill, so she did not move away.
She found that she liked his arm around her-that is, once she got used to the strange feeling.
She couldn't explain to herself, much less to him, what she was feeling. She didn't know or have the words as she had never known of such a thing-a feeling, a being.
But she did not and still she couldn't have said why, but she knew she did not want her mother or father to know she had been in such close proximity with a boy-even for the laudable purpose of keeping her dry.
When they came to her street, she stopped.
"Thank you, Harry," she said and smiled. "I'll go on from here alone."
He looked at her. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." She looked in that minute like a startled fawn, her eyes big and innocent. "I just think I should go home alone, this time."
"Doesn't your mother want you around boys at all?"
"I don't know."
"Huh?"
"Well, I mean, I haven't ever discussed it with her. Nor she with me." She looked solemn. "But, I'll tell you what ... I'll ask her if you can come over tomorrow afternoon with me and we'll study together."
"Fine. I'd like that. See you tomorrow, Donna."
"Good-bye. Until tomorrow, then."
She turned and walked down the short block to her parents' house.
Turning at the entrance to the walk, she paused in the rain and waved to him, standing on the corner with his coat over his shoulders. He waved back.
At dinner she broached the subject to her mother.
"Momma," she asked, "my classmate, Harry Winters and I would like to study together. May he come home with me tomorrow after school?"
Her mother looked at her daughter. "Why do you want to bring a boy home? Surely, a girlfriend would be better!" Her mother paused. "Yes, bring a girlfriend home if you wish. But no boys. You're a mere child."
"Yes, mother," she said and bowed her head in submission.
That was that!
But, Donna didn't want to call it quits at that point, so she began going to the library-or so she told her mother. It was perfectly true that she did have a research paper due that semester. But she had study halls and got all the work done for that on class time.
What she didn't tell her mother was where she was going to the 'library'-with Harry, to his house.
His mother was very nice. She didn't ask questions, accepting on face value that Harry and Donna liked each other and liked studying together.
She often left them completely alone while she was out of the house. While she was gone on one of these little jaunts, Harry was lying on the floor, watching Donna doing her homework.
Suddenly, Donna was conscious of being watched. Looking up, she saw him looking across the books at her.
She blushed.
"Hi."
"What?"
"Nothing," he replied, "except that you're the most beautiful girl I ever knew-except Mom, that is."
"Oh," she said, blushing deeper. "Thank you."
"Will you let me walk you at least part way home tonight?"
"Well, I ... yes, I will."
"Good. And will you go to the movies with me on Saturday?"
She looked at him for a minute. "I'd like to ... could we be back before four o'clock in the morning?"
"Well, sure," he said and smiled, "long before that, I hope. Why?"
"Well Momma and Daddy are going out and they'll be late. She told me so last week."
"When shall I pick you up?"
"Oh, gosh, after nine. Nine-thirty."
"Right."
They went back to their studying as his mother's car pulled into the driveway.
That Saturday night, her mother questioned her staying home alone.
"Don't you have a sitting job, Donna?"
"Not tonight, Momma. I've got this awful headache and ... "
"Oh, dear. Tom, we can't go. Donna's not well. And I can't leave her here alone and ill."
"Momma. It's all right. I've got a headache, not pneumonia. I'll go to bed early and will be all right in the morning."
"Nonsense," her mother said. "Tom!"
"Grace," her father said, "the child'd only resent it if you don't stop babying her. Come on, we'll be late."
"Tom! How can you say that when our child ..."
"Grace!" When her father said his wife's name like that, she desisted immediately.
"Yes, dear," she said, but she was worried. "I'll call you every half hour, Donna ... "
"No, Grace. You're going to leave the child alone with her headache. I'll just bet that she really wants a few hours to herself. I'm sure she needs them."
"Why, Tom. What a horrid thing to say. Children love to be with their parents. Children shouldn't be left alone ... ever."
"Grace, children need to be alone for some time. You've never let Donna have any privacy, whatsoever. You've always been down her throat."
"Now, let's go. She'll be all right." He ushered his worried wife out the door.
Donna heard him telling her that she was not to call the child, either. "I hope if you do, she doesn't answer, just for spite. Leave the child alone for a single evening, will you, Grace?"
They were gone, then.
Donna rushed upstairs and dressed. She was ready almost before he came knocking at the door.
"Hi," he laughed. He had a hand behind his back.
"Hi," she breathed. "What are you hiding?"
"Oh, nothing." Then he produced a small corsage. A single flower-and white at that. "Like it?"
"It's wonderful. Thank you." As she took it from him, she reached up and pecked at his cheek. But as he was turning his head at the same time, their lips met.
It was like fire and ice. Donna felt herself sizzling and freezing all in that single instant. Something within her exploded.
She didn't want to go to the movies. She just wanted to be with Harry ... alone with him ... totally alone.
She steeled herself to ask ...
"Harry ...?"
"Yes."
"Would you mind, terribly, if we ... if we ... well ... " She couldn't control the blush.
"Stayed home from the movies?" he finished for her.
"Yes. You see, I told mother that I had a headache and she wanted to stay home. I know she'll be calling ... "
He smiled. "I understand. Mothers can be a problem, at times."
She smiled. "I'm so glad you understand. Come on in. Want to hear my records?"
"Sure."
"Here let me take your coat."
She led him upstairs to her room where her records and her own player were. They went in, closing the door after them. She put on her favorites and they settled quite naturally down on the bed, the only place to be comfortable except the floor which was drafty and hard, having no carpet.
Mostly for a while they listened to the music and talked about the singers and their songs-which they liked, which they didn't, which they had in common on both sides.
He put his arm across her waist and she felt that wonderful feeling come across her again. Then he kissed her-just a little.
She felt something inside of her snap and she instinctively ground her mouth into his.
Their first kiss was gently taken. The second was the promise of the ice and fire. Before she knew what had happened, she was over onto her back and he lay just a little on top of her, his mouth grinding back at hers.
She moved beneath him, sensuously and didn't even realize what she was doing. She felt a burning growing between her legs.
Moaning with the desire and delight, she began to roll her hips, trying to make the burning stop itching. Instead, it only grew and excited Harry the more.
When the kiss ended, his mouth continued on down over her cheek and chin, down to her throat. She loved it and began purring with delight at the delicate ripples of desire that surged through her body.
She trembled all over, as he was trembling now.
"Harry ..."
"Yes," he said raising his head.
"What's happening. I ... feel so ... "
"Tingly?" he suggested.
"Yes," she exclaimed in a low voice. "Yes, tingly." She shivered. "All over, too." She shivered again. "What am I feeling?"
"Love, honey. Love."
"Oh, love." She rolled the word over her tongue as though just discovering a brand new word-which she felt she had. "Whom do I love?"
"Me, of course."
"Of course. I love you, Harry."
He leaned down and kissed her mouth again ... fiercely again with pressure.
She responded with vigor, rather than experience. It was only her third kiss, ever.
His fingers tangled in her hair and sent shivers down her spine. She imitated him and twined her fingers through his shorter hair.
She felt him react to that and lowered her fingers, exploring his new and fascinating body. He was doing the same with her.
When his hands reached the buttons on the front of her blouse, he began unbuttoning them casually. She did not try to stop him.
His fingers worked their way down, down, down until something inside of her reacted. His hands on her tits, now both of them were on her swelling melons and he was gently squeezing them.
She felt a fire raging within her cunt and didn't know how or why she felt as she did. But it so clearly was because of Harry's proximity, his flesh touching hers, his mouth on hers, his body heating into hers.
He pulled her gaping blouse apart as she went to work on his shirt, opening the buttons and revealing his hairless chest.
Her hands felt searchingly all over his growing muscular torso as he returned the compliment on her boobs and cupped them in his hands.
Then, his hands went lower, to her waist and his lips moved down to her tits, caressing and kissing, licking and scrubbing them with his tongue.
She sighed and wiggled, increasing both of their longings and desires.
Suddenly his hands pushed down to her skirt and then shoved up. His hands lay on her belly.
She trembled with anticipation as the hot little chills ran across her belly and it curled up on itself under his rotating palm.
"Like that?" he asked.
"Love it." she replied. "Do it some more."
He complied and she felt the waves intensify and race madly across her young and virginal eager body.
Now he was working with the frenzied haste of the very young and inexperienced. His hands were gentle, though.
She felt herself being transported into a special world along with him. They were off and floating on a private cloud of their own. Neither of them heard the record playing the same line, stuck, over and over until it wore the plastic out.
She wiggled and spread her legs apart as his fingers probed into her hot and steamy cunt. She felt as though her pussy were swelling. But she thought it was only a part of the itchy feeling that burned within her body.
His index finger accidentally hit her clitoris and as she leaped, gasping with pleasure, he repeated this new discovery.
He gasped himself when he felt the discovered knot of skin, so like a callous, begin to swell. In fact, he noticed that her whole pussy was swelling and becoming more rigid.
Just like his aching prick.
"Donna?"
"Yes."
"Will you do me a favor?"
"What?"
"Will you suck my cock off?"
"Your what?"
"Here, I'll show you," he said. Opening the fly of his pants, he extracted his prick. It was full, swollen and purple with desire and want.
His breath caught in his throat as did hers.
"How do I do it?"
"Suck it ... like it was a straw, I suppose."
She bent her head over his slightly trembling pecker and opened her mouth.
The front door opened.
"Tom, I'm worried, I tell you. Donna just doesn't have headaches. She's never had one in her life."
"All right," he answered pettishly, "all ... is that her player I hear at this hour?"
"Yes, it is. Donna?"
Upstairs, Donna and Harry were trapped until she thought of his leaving quickly through the window.
"Honey," he whispered, "I'll be back and we'll finish sometime," he promised her.
"Yes, we shall. I promise, too."
Closing the window, she left the player and stripped. Grabbing her gown, she pulled it on, turned off all but the small light and jumped into bed.
When Grace opened the door, her daughter had fallen asleep and the light and player were still on. Silently the worried mother went and turned them both off, happy that she was home.
