The process of growing up and passing through adolescence has been characterized by great inner turmoil, uncertainty, and tremendous pressures from family, close friends, and peer groups. Certainly, in our multifaceted society, the problems youths now face seem more marked than ever before.
Donna Mills is a teenager embarking on her own special journey into adolescence. She finds herself plagued by powerful emotions, sometimes feeling uncertain about her awakening sexuality, sometimes being angered over her youthful misjudgments. It is only through a series of unusual developments that Donna manages to put her world into perspective and define her true ambitions and objectives.
NAUGHTY HOT SISTER-the story of a young American girl coming of age. A lesson to us all and a reminder that the journey to adulthood is a difficult one.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
It wasn't always easy to think of what to do on the very first day of summer, not that Donna was bored or anything like that. She'd put on her bikini bottom and a t-shirt and gone out front to sit in the shade of the biggest tree in their yard. No, she wasn't exactly bored. But when Barry, her big sister's boyfriend, rode up on his ten-speed and said he'd wait around for Beth to get home from work, Donna decided it might be fun to take his bike for a ride around the block.
Barry was inside, probably in the kitchen, when she managed to roll down the driveway.
But the damned bike was too big for one thing. The second thing that was troubling her was the way her cunt rubbed back and forth against the narrow, hard saddle.
"Ohhhhh, god," she sighed, wishing she'd left well enough alone.
Her plump little pussy was rubbing back and forth every time she pedaled and she had to stretch on tip-toes to keep going. The bike was faster and sleeker than her own. She couldn't help but enjoy the breeze as it made her eyes water and blew her light-brown hair back from her ears. But that seat! It was making her feel shaky and weak. Her hips rolled one way and then the other and as the bike picked up speed, this rhythm became ever faster.
When she turned the corner at West Maple, the crotchband of her bikini was pulled aside by the edge of the seat. A shivering thrill went through Donna's body as her slick cuntlips opened against the leather. Her long legs pumped the pedals as her cunt stroked back and forth against the hardness beneath. She glanced down to see if anyone might be able to notice what had happened. Luckily, her t-shirt was long enough to drape over the seat and her half-naked cunt. Though embarrassed and upset by the erotic emotions she was experiencing, Donna couldn't quite bring herself to stop pedaling and climb down from the bike.
"Mmmmmmm," she moaned, trying to keep her eyes on where she was going. A trickle of juice was beginning to seep down the inside of one thigh as she passed Irving Avenue and wheeled up Stanton.
The going was a bit uphill now and she had to shift to a lower gear. Her legs cranked faster and the slippery friction against the smooth leather seat was beginning to drive her insane. She was panting much harder than she normally would on such a gentle incline. A musky scent rose to her nostrils and she leaned forward over the handlebars, her thin arms trembling.
"I've got to make it back to the house. I've just got to!"
Her clit felt like a swollen lump of flesh and her pussy made slurpy sounds as the delicate inner folds formed a suction against the seat. It was so wet from her juices she was about to slide off it. She had two blocks to go when she turned the bike around and let it coast back down the hill. The weird tingle between her thighs had frightened her with its intensity. She'd had a few of those funny dreams before, the kind that made her wake up in a hot sweat with her cunt throbbing, but the pleasurable tickle she'd felt at such times was nothing like what the bike seat had caused.
Clinging to the handlebars, Donna let the ten-speed run along down the hill. Her legs were too weak to pedal much more anyway. She went four blocks and coasted into the parking lot of the law firm where her sister worked.
When she unstraddled the bike, her cheeks went red. The seat was smeared with glossy cuntjuice. She used the end of her t-shirt to wipe it off as she struggled to pull her bikini crotch back over her swollen, pulsing cunt mound.
"God, that's the last time I'll ride Barry's dumb bike," she whimpered, leaning it against the wall. She'd have to push it home but maybe Beth would walk with her, unless her boss had already driven her to the house. Looking around, Donna spotted the red Porsche and knew that her big sis was probably still slaving away. Though it seemed awful to Donna to have to work at all, much less to work overtime, Beth never seemed to mind. She always brought home pretty fat paychecks.
Donna didn't want to pester her sister, but decided she'd drift inside to see if she could find her. The front door was open and the cool blast of air from the air-conditioner felt nice after her disturbing bicycle ride.
Beth wasn't at her desk and she wasn't in the bathroom either. Donna saw the closed door of Mike Loggin's office and figured Beth would be in there. She was about to turn around and go back outside when she heard her sister's voice. It wasn't such a surprise because she had already assumed Beth was in Mike's office but what had stopped Donna in her tracks was the word her sis had said. Fuck. She'd heard it plain as day.
Tip-toeing back to the massive door, Donna pressed her ear against it and held her breath.
"You know I deserve a raise," she heard her sister say, "so if it takes a fuck to do it, I don't care."
"Just how much of a raise do you want, Beth?"
"About seven inches worth," Beth giggled.
Donna remembered to start breathing again. She had never been so shocked in her life. Around home, Beth was little miss goody two shoes. She wore her hair short and plain and didn't spend much on her clothes. She used only a dab of lipstick and never put on any eye-shadow. It was Beth who always said grace at the evening meal and had volunteered to teach a Sunday School class of second graders.
Donna wanted to turn and run. Instead she pressed her ear to the door again and waited.
"I'd love to give you a raise, Beth, but I'm still paying off this office and things are tighter than they seem."
"Now tell the truth, Mike," Beth cooed, cocking her hips sensually, "wouldn't you like to find out how tight I am?"
Donna couldn't stand it. As quietly as she could she gently unlatched the heavy door. She saw Mike raise a hand as if he wanted to touch Beth's face, but quickly dropped it. Donna couldn't do anything but stare. It was like her sister had become another person. The plain, tight-fitting dress Beth wore seemed suddenly to be more clinging, more sexy than it really was. As Beth reached behind to undo the buttons, Mike's breathing speeded up noticeably.
"Now, wait just a second, Beth," he stammered. "I'm a married man and-"
"If you're so faithful, how come you always watch me when I'm on my way out of your office?" By now Beth was pulling her arms from the sleeves of the dress. Her short-cropped black hair set off the whiteness of her skin as she peeled her clothes down to reveal her tits.
Donna knew how well-built her sister was, but seeing her do a strip in front of Mike made Beth's tits seem even larger. They were plump and white, with faint blue veins running along under her skin. Her nipples were reddish orange and the nipples were large. They seemed especially swollen today. Mike swallowed hard. w
"There," Beth said, stepping out of her dress. Underneath she wore only a garter belt. She watched Mike's eyes as she unclasped the top of one stocking, then the other, and tossed the garter belt away. Beth didn't bother to strip her hose off and that only added to her lusty appeal.
Donna's cunt was really wet now. She could see the enormous lump at the front of Mike's slacks. When Beth reached out to touch him, he moved back, almost falling over a chair. Beth laughed.
"Now, about that raise."
"God, you're beautiful," Mike said. "Your skin is so white."
Beth stepped backwards and perched on the desk. As Mike watched, she reclined on her back and bent her knees, drawing her heels up against her ass. Slowly she opened her thighs. The sound was soft and wet and a musky scent came to Donna's nostrils. She knew that if she could smell her sis, Mike was really getting a noseful. He took a step forward, then stopped and shook his head hard.
"Beth, damn it, you're driving me crazy."
"Do you think I'm pretty?"
Mike nodded and swallowed again. He watched greedily as Beth ran the tip of one long finger along her cunt crevice. Her lips opened with a snick and the pinker, more delicate folds curled around her knuckles as she stroked back and forth. Donna squeezed her thighs together and rocked her hips. She had to keep reminding herself that this was her sister she was watching.
When Beth drew her finger away from her pussy, it glistened with her juice. She rose on one elbow and dangled the dampened finger out towards Mike. With a groan he grabbed her hand in both of his and kissed the juice from her knuckle. Donna watched him suck the finger between his lips.
"Weren't we talking about a raise, Mike?" Beth whispered. Her eyes had gotten large and moist and her tits heaved. Her white belly was flat and perfect and the tight, black curls around her pussy framed it perfectly.
Mike nodded. "Anything you want."
"I've already typed up a little contract," Beth said, producing the paper from the steno book she'd put down on Mike's desk. "Just sign it and we can get on with the fun."
"It's a lot," Mike mumbled as he scrawled his name on the page.
"I'm worth a lot." Beth was unzipping Mike's fly. Her hand disappeared inside his slacks and when it came out again, Donna nearly fell against the door she was peeking around. Mike's prick was as white as Beth's skin, but as her sis pulled his foreskin back, something dark and glossy emerged.
"Oh," Donna whimpered under her breath. "It's so big!"
Even Beth seemed surprised. Her mouth trembled a little as she stroked the skin back a little more. A droplet of juice dangled from the streamlined cock knob. With the whole head exposed, Beth pursed her lips and planted a wet kiss directly on the prick tip. Mike shuddered and his knees almost buckled. The kiss continued and suddenly Donna realized that Beth wasn't just kissing his cock. She was licking it too!
"Ohhhhhh," Mike gasped, putting his hands to Beth's head. He tried to pull her forward but she twisted away and sat back.
"We've already bargained for the raise, but if you want me to suck your cock, we'll have to re-negotiate. Maybe a nice long vacation this summer."
"You smart bitch," Mike said, but his voice wasn't mean.
He came forward, pushing Beth back down on the desk. Her heels were hooked on the edge, her knees opened. Standing before her steaming pussy, Mike dropped his pants and shorts. He stripped his shirt and flung it away. Donna saw that he was a well-muscled man and she couldn't blame her sister for liking him. But she would have never dreamed that Beth would go this far!"
"Mmmmmmm," Beth groaned, humping her back down against the desk. Her ass rose, her cunt lifting to meet the head of Mike's prick. He pressed his thumbs into the soft flesh of her inner thighs. One stocking had slipped down around her knee. Beth rolled her hips slowly as Mike leaned forward again and his prick brushed over her dripping cunt.
Donna couldn't get over how huge Mike was. He was hung like a horse! His swollen cock tip pulsed as he moved it slowly along Beth's plump pussy. Beth herself reached down to help him excite her.
"Yes," she groaned, her head tossing back and forth. "Ohhhhhh, Mike! Fuck me now, darling."
Mike slid his cock lower and Donna saw it slip into the muscled opening of her sister's pussy.
"Don't do it too fast,-" Beth panted. "It's going to stretch me, I can tell."
"God, you're so hot!" Mike kissed one of Beth's big, white tits, then the other. He squeezed a nipple up towards his lips and began to suck it slowly, deeply. Beth arched her back and babbled something Donna couldn't fully understand, but she did catch the words fuckin' good.
The muscles in Mike's ass firmed and he brought his hips forward. There was a wet sound. Just before her sister's thigh got in the way, Donna saw the head of Mike's huge cock nestle into the feverish folds of Beth's cunt. Beth bit her lip and clung to Mike's shoulders. She gave a soft squeal and then a louder one.
"Beth...." Mike groaned and his hips thrust again.
Donna could take no more of this. She plunged her hand into her bikini and began to stroke her swollen clit like crazy. Another stream of juice trickled down her thigh. She wiggled and squirmed as she leaned against the door and kept peeking at the naughtiness her sister had gotten into. It was really Mike who was getting into her, and Beth appeared to be enjoying herself, despite her continued cries of pain.
"Ouch! Oh, that's killing me! Uhhhhhh, Mike, you're gonna split me in two. But don't stop."
Beth's hips plunged wildly, though only a few inches of Mike's big prick had entered her. He was panting loudly and as he leaned forward toward the edge of the desk and Beth's dripping pussy, his knees trembled violently.
"Ohhhh, baby, let's get down on the floor. I can't keep this up."
"Don't stop! Uhhhh, I'm gonna come, Mike. Ohhh, it feels so good, so fuckin' good!"
Beth reached her hands under Mike's cock and Donna saw her sister gather his balls into her palms. She squeezed them gently as Mike tried to wedge another inch or two of his cock into her soft, young pussy.
A shudder ran through the man's shoulders and he pressed forward over Beth's writhing body. His chest flattened her tits and he shoved his cock hard into her yielding pussy. There was another wet sound and Donna saw the penetration and the juice that was forced out of her sister's cunt.
"Yeaaahhhh," Beth cried, her hips lurching frantically. Her legs kicked high into the air and she closed her ankles around Mike's ass and dug her heels into his cheeks as she plunged and fucked.
Donna fingered her clit with a rapid, fanning movement now. She was afraid that her panting might give her hiding place away, but couldn't stop. Mike and Beth were making so much noise they probably couldn't hear her anyway. She wanted so badly to come!
"Ohhhh," Mike babbled, his hands sliding under Beth's prancing ass cheeks.
"Uhhhhhh, honey," Beth cried back, biting his neck.
Donna had only imagined what it must be like to make love to a real live male. To actually see it happening before her eyes had her in a state of shock. She couldn't control herself. She could only think of finishing the job that the bicycle seat had started.
"Get it in deep," Beth grunted. "I want to get it spurted way inside me."
Another shiver went over Mike's body. He gave a tight growl and moved his ass in a wild, jabbing rhythm. His breathing stopped then and he made a choking sound. Milky strings of something were leaking out of Beth's cunt and running down the side of the desk. As Mike pumped his cock in and out of her clasping pussy, the dribbles got thicker. Donna watched a slippery puddle form on the rug. The gooey-looking stuff was so thick it wasn't even soaking in!
"Yeah," Beth cried, "I can feel it! Ohhhh, I'm coming so good!"
Donna had never seen her sister act like this before. She was more like an animal than a person. She cried and bit and writhed under Mike like someone was setting fire to her ass.
The white cum was still leaking from her cunt and down the desk. Mike's cock was glossy with the jizzy coating. When at last he pulled out of Beth, his prick sagged only slightly. It looked like it weighed five pounds. Donna realized that she couldn't keep standing there with her hand in her bikini. The thought of being discovered made her feel a bit faint.
Limping back outside, she grabbed Barry's bike and started pushing it down the street. She knew she couldn't ride the damned thing. Her mind was full of images. She could still see her dark-haired sister squirming like a snake as Mike rammed his cock into her pussy again and again.
Donna couldn't help imagining herself there on the desk, her lanky legs spread to show Mike her pussy. She felt like a little girl compared to her sister, but the thought of getting fucked like that was terribly erotic. She whimpered, wishing she could put her finger back inside her bikini and gouge at her clit until it exploded with that special itchy excitement that always drove her crazy.
When she rolled the bike into her front yard, she was exhausted. Barry was waiting out front with a frown on his face.
"Where in hell have you been?"
"Sorry. I didn't mean to borrow it this long." She let Barry take the bike from her. He gave her an odd look.
"Your face is red. You feel okay?"
"Sure. I feel f-f-fine."
Donna couldn't tell Barry how she really felt. A strange giddiness had come over her. Just looking at the boy's tan thighs and tight-fitting shorts had made her start breathing fast. She hadn't thought about sex when he'd arrived at the house half an hour before but now she was imagining what it would be like to be have Barry on top of her doing naughty things-things like Mike had done to Beth.
Barry gave her another look, then shrugged. "I was going to ask your big sis to go to the show with me tonight, but I guess she's too busy. I've got to be going." As he started to climb on his bike, Donna clutched his wrist.
"I love movies," she blurted, feeling immediately like a fool for being so obvious.
"You gotta be kidding," Barry laughed. "How old are you, anyway?" He shook his head. "Anyhow, your sister wouldn't understand, even though I'd just be taking you for the fun of it."
"Yeah, fun...." Donna said. The tone of her voice made Barry stare hard at her.
"I think you've flipped, Donna. Tell Beth I'll be back tomorrow morning around ten. Maybe she'll have time to go somewhere with me then."
"Yeah," Donna said, waving after Barry as he sped down the driveway and turned up the street. "Yeah, sure."
Inside her bedroom, she stripped in front of her full-length mirror and pouted. "I'm not all that bad," she told herself. "The stupid nerd."
CHAPTER TWO
Donna didn't tell Beth that Barry was returning the following morning. In fact, when Beth mentioned that she was thinking of going shopping to take in a Saturday Sale at Hoskin's Department Store, Donna encouraged her.
"I was by there yesterday," Donna lied, "and they had some really neat things."
Since their folks had both gone out, Donna had the house to herself by nine-forty. That was cutting it a bit close, but it still gave her fifteen minutes to get ready for Barry.
The night before she'd finger-fucked herself until her pussy was sore and still hadn't felt any relief. It was as if a whole new movie was playing in her head now. She'd made up many fantasies over the last year, but none of them came close to what she'd actually seen in that law office yesterday afternoon. There was a new force inside her. She had no idea what she would do when Barry actually arrived. She only knew that she had to act, had to do something. Her mind pinwheeled with the thoughts of what nestled inside Barry's tightfitting shorts. Was his cock as big as Mike's?
In fifteen minutes she showered, powered herself and swiped just a dab or two of her sister's musk perfume across her neck. With five minutes to go, she was still naked, searching through her closet for something exactly right for this moment. If Barry was going to notice her, she was going to have to put on something besides shorts and a t-shirt. He still thought she was just a child. Well, she wasn't a child anymore. The throbbing heat of her pussy and the tingle in her nipples told her she wasn't.
At last she settled on a skirt that was a little too short to be in style, yet showed her coltish legs to perfection. Over her small, firm tits she pulled a low-cut jersey top with short sleeves. It had shrunk with repeated washings until it didn't quite fit over her navel and the thin material let her nipple bumps show.
The door bell rang. Donna gave herself a brave smile in the mirror, tossed her hair, and flew downstairs on bare feet.
"Coming!" she called, biting her lip at the sound of the word. Immediately she remembered that white, creamy stuff overflowing from her big sister's pussy. That was what happened when a man came. That was come, that was coming!
With a bright smile on her face, she flung the door open.
"Collection," Jimmy Budsworth said, blinking rapidly as he focused a bit closer on Donna's long, tan legs. "Collection," he repeated, much softer this time.
"Oh, it's you," Donna moaned, her thin shoulders sagging. "Well, come on in. I think my dad left the money around here somewhere."
As she searched on the mantle, Jimmy shuffled his feet in the middle of the living room rug. He was a skinny boy, no older than she was. His baseball hat was on crooked and his hands were definitely on the grubby side. When she found the envelope and turned, his eyes came up quickly. Donna realized with amusement that he'd been staring at her thighs and ass as she'd stretched up to the mantle.
At that moment, the telephone rang. It was Barry, calling to talk to Beth. Donna made up some lame excuse that her sister was in the tub and Barry left a message that he would be an hour or two late getting over. Donna almost cursed into the phone.
After she'd hung up and turned to give the collection money to Jimmy, she realized she was trembling all over. She'd never felt like this in her life. Jimmy stuck the envelope into his pocket, wrote out a receipt and handed it to Donna.
"Thanks. Better be going now."
"Wouldn't you like some lemonade or something?" Donna blurted.
Her heart pounded. She knew she had to do something to keep from being left alone again. By the time Barry came over, her sister would probably be back from shopping, so that part of her plan just wasn't going to work out. But there was Jimmy. He wasn't any great shakes, but he was male.
"Well?" she asked, cocking a hip.
"Lemonade? Sure."
On the way to the kitchen she scooped a bottle of her father's gin off the top of the liquor cabinet. She had sipped her parents' drinks on occasion and remembered how they had a calming effect. She needed some of that now.
She poured the lemonade and dribbled some of the hard stuff into both glasses. Jimmy grinned.
"I've had beer, but I never tried any of that."
"You're old enough for hard stuff, aren't you?"
"Oh sure," the boy quickly added.
Donna perched on the kitchen cabinet and began to swing one leg. Her short dress had hiked up a bit. She didn't know what Jimmy could see, but after a couple of sips of her lemonade, the aroma of gin made her braver. Sure enough, he was stealing peeks. She opened her thighs just enough to give him an even chance.
"Let's go into the other room," Donna suggested.
They took their drinks into the living room and sat on the couch. Jimmy took off his baseball hat and pushed a hand through his curly hair. He was looking cuter all the time and Donna edged closer. Or was it just the booze that was making him appear sexier? She slugged a couple of mouthfuls down and almost choked.
"I think I put too much gin in mine," she giggled.
"Mine is pretty strong too," Jimmy said, shaking his head. But he took another good drink.
Donna suddenly felt brave, even a little foolhardy.
"I'd sure like you to kiss me," she breathed. Jimmy's face changed. She could tell that he had never guessed he might be chosen for such a lucky mission.
"Me? You want me to kiss you?" He swallowed hard.
"Yes." She was very close to him now, her body turned so he could feel her tit against his arm. She looped a hand behind his neck and lifted her chin. Jimmy almost dropped his drink, but managed to get it to the table.
His lips fit nicely against hers but he was very nervous. Donna hadn't done much kissing herself, but she was better at it than Jimmy. She moaned softly and opened her mouth enough so that he could feel her tongue. At last he thought to put his arms around her and the kiss got better then.
Donna turned her body against him. Jimmy's cock was pushing up his jeans and he was learning to kiss real fast. His tongue slid shyly between her teeth then darted away again. Donna made a sound of appreciation and opened her mouth wider. A droplet of spit leaked down her chin. She stabbed her tongue deep into Jimmy's mouth and slid a hand up his thigh.
The boy broke the kiss off. "Where are your folks, anyway?"
"Town." Donna looked at him through her lashes. "Let's kiss some more."
"God, Donna, this is pretty far out, I-"
Her mouth shut him up. She was practically lying on top of him now, her thighs around his knee, her short dress riding up her naked belly. "Touch me, Jimmy," she panted. "I want you to touch me so bad!"
Jimmy shivered when he realized she wasn't wearing any panties. His hand smoothed the side of her hip, then caressed her ass cheeks. She tightened them to let him know she liked what he was doing.
The scent of her hot, young cunt was heavy in the air. Jimmy's fingers found her sparse curls and he pressed a finger against the slickness. Donna pumped her hips and lifted one thigh a bit. Her lips opened and she felt Jimmy jab a fingertip up into her cunthole. Her folds parted, the fleshy pink surfaces tingling as he stroked her in an awkward way.
"Ohhhh, that feels wonderful." She gave him a dreamy look and held his face between her hands. "You've got to promise never to tell a soul about this, Jimmy. Promise?"
"I promise."
Donna had a wild desire to see what Jimmy's cock looked like. She was a little drunk and very, very hot and as her fingers found the tab of his zipper. She didn't even consider stopping the fun.
Jimmy's eyes went very wide as her hand dove inside his skivvies.
"Your fingers are so hot," he groaned.
Donna curled her hand around his cock and eased it out of his jeans. It didn't feel all that big, certainly not as big as the one Beth had been fucked with. But it was harder in her fingers and pulsed too.
"Would you like me to kiss you down there?" Donna asked. She was remembering the vivid details of how her older sister had excited Mike. She wanted to be as sexy as Beth and kissing Jimmy's cock would be a good start. Poor Jimmy hadn't answered her, though. And when she looked at him, she could see he was suffering from mild shock.
Not bothering to ask again, Donna slid downward, opening her mouth as she drew near his slender, hard prick. His cock was very dark at the tip, a bluish color that she thought was pretty. She took a breath and brushed her wet lips across his swollen shape. Jimmy arched his back and stopped breathing all together.
Her spit had made his cockhead glossy and Donna liked that. She repeated her last move, letting the insides of her lips slurp back and forth around Jimmy's prick tip. The boy still wasn't breathing and his thighs were as hard as granite. Donna sensed she was doing something right. And the contact of her mouth against Jimmy's cock was so exciting that her cunt was overflowing with juice like it had against that bicycle seat.
Pumping his cockskin slowly, Donna closed her lips down around him and let her tongue flick forward. She didn't really know what she was doing, but those lobes under his cockhead were so plump with blood that she started there. She licked back and forth until Jimmy managed a shuddering gulp of air.
"God ... damn!" he grunted.
This was fun. Beside the pleasure she felt, Donna also had a sense of power. She had poor Jimmy at her mercy. He was paralyzed with pleasure. She had the feeling that she might ask him for anything and he would give it to her. Just to test her theory, she decided to try.
"Jimmy, would you give me back the money for collection?"
"Yeah," the boy blurted, moving his hips forward towards her mouth. "Just do that some more."
"You'll give me the money my dad left, but you'll count us off as paid up?"
"Yeah, sure." His cock throbbed a few inches away from her mouth. Donna gave a half-smile and let her lips ease around his prick tip and halfway down the slender shaft. The boy shuddered and his fingers dug into her shoulders. "Oh, shit!"
Donna began to bob her head, down and up, down and up. Slowly and softly her tongue fit around the underside of his cock, following the bumps and hollows, wetting him with her hot spit. The feverish shape of the boy's cock in her mouth was a new and wonderful experience. She had never thought that doing something like this would actually excite her pussy, but it was.
"Ohhhh, ahhhhh," Jimmy moaned, grasping her shoulders even harder. He sat slumped on the couch, his jeans open, his knees spread. Donna was on her knees on the rug, bent over him so that her brown hair half veiled her actions. She clutched Jimmy's cock in one hand and bobbed her head. She was trying to take as much of him into her mouth as she could and though sometimes she almost gagged, she found she could always get his cock a little deeper.
Donna stopped and slipped her lips free of the hot, hard chunk of male meat she'd been devouring. Now she imagined what it might feel like going into her pussy. That was something she'd never experienced.
"Here," Jimmy was mumbling, digging the envelope out of his jeans. "Here's the money."
"I don't really want it, Jimmy. I was just kidding."
"No. You take it. I want you to have it."
Donna was confused. She shoved the envelope under the couch cushion and smiled her thanks. Jimmy waited expectantly for her to start sucking him again.
"Can't we do something else?" she suggested.
"Like what?" the boy asked.
"What do men and women usually do when they feel like this?"
Jimmy looked around. "I keep thinking I hear a car pulling up. We can't do it here."
"Have you ever done what I'm talking about?"
The boy started to lie, then shook his head and looked down at his spit-smeared prick.
"Naw. I almost did it with my cousin once.
Donna nodded. "But just almost."
"Yeah. I couldn't find out where to put it. Then her parents came home and we had to be cool."
Donna stood up, finished her gin-lemonade and took Jimmy's hand. He staggered, clutching his jeans to keep them from falling down.
She led him back along the hall to her room. She was a tad drunk and very horny and she knew she was taking a chance. Her parents just might come home early and her sister could show up too. But all that didn't matter at this moment in time.
"Jimmy, if anybody does come home you hide under the bed. I'll think of a way to get you out later." Donna stripped off her sleeveless top.
"Hey, that sounds kind of spooky to me."
"Jimmy, shut up and take off your pants."
Jimmy did what was asked of him. He was thin but wiry and his curly hair was matched by another thatch of brown around his cock. With him naked, Donna could see his balls better. She could see how a male was put together. She was more eager than ever to feel him on top of her. She pitched herself onto the bed and beckoned him with her eyes. Jimmy came over and crawled up onto the mattress. He looked a bit confused.
"Lie on top of me."
"Don't you want to take your skirt off?"
"Just push it up around my waist. That's the way." Donna bent her knees as the boy eased his thin body down between her thighs. The heat of his belly against hers felt glorious. She smoothed her hands along his back, knowing that this was how men and women fucked.
She was doing things she'd only dreamed of before.
Jimmy was trying to put his cock into her cunt.
"No, that's too low. Up a little bit. A little more." She bit her lip and humped her back down into the bed. "You'll have to push hard. I think I've still got part of my cherry."
"God, you're so hot down there."
With her top off, her small tits were there for Jimmy to adore. He kissed one shyly and let his tongue wet a nipple. He looked to Donna for approval.
"I like you to do that," she whispered. "Maybe you could even suck my tit a little?"
Jimmy began to suck, his tongue riding around her nipple in a most exciting way. Though he wasn't all that great of a lover, he was better than nothing. Donna shut her eyes and tried to imagine Mike doing these things to her. Yes, Mike would be incredible!
"I still can't find your pussy."
Donna eased her fingers down to grasp Jimmy's cock. She rubbed it up and down her cunt slit as she rocked her hips. The juice flooded from her body, wetting them both thoroughly. She was very slick and Jimmy's cock was coated. It was like a hard, rounded rod that poked at her in a most erotic way. She nestled the cockhead against her torn cherry and took a breath.
"Start pushing," she panted, her fingers digging into one of the boy's ass cheeks. With her other hand she steadied his cockshaft, keeping it from sliding away. She felt her cherry stretch inward. She'd finger-fucked herself enough so that she could get her middle finger up inside her pussy but no more. Jimmy's cock was a bit bigger than her middle finger and the head was going to be the hard part. It was swelled out like a plump mushroom.
"Ohhhhh, something's happening," she gasped.
Jimmy growled a little and forced his hips up and under. "Ouch!"
Jimmy froze. "You okay?"
"Yes, just keep pushing."
She bit her lip to stifle the pain. It wasn't all that much, but she felt the trickle of blood go down her inner thigh. "Damn."
"Shall I stop?" Jimmy wanted to know.
"No. To hell with the bed."
"God, Donna, you're really hot inside. And t-t-tight."
"You like me?"
"Christ, yes."
Donna was enjoying the way Jimmy's body pressed against her. She moved back and forth under him. Her tits were flattened by his chest and when he kissed her mouth she chewed hungrily at his tongue.
"Fuck me," she begged, humping wildly. "Come on! Fuck me!"
Jimmy pulled his cock back and thrust it forward again. Her pussy slurped as she was penetrated. The blood had stopped dripping down her thigh now. The stinging pain had lasted only for a moment. The giddy sensations that replaced the hurt were taking Donna's breath. She could feel the blood-swollen head of Jimmy's cock gouging deeper into her tight, virgin pussy. She let her knees fall apart and worked her ass in slow circles.
"It's going in deep now," Jimmy moaned against her ear.
His hands clutched at her back and ass and his mouth was sloppy against her neck. His back arched sharply as he drove his slender cock to the hilt. Donna was panting like she'd run five miles. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes squeezed tightly shut. Her mouth was slightly parted, her lips raw from the hungry kissing they'd been doing. There were red marks on her shoulders and around her tits where Jimmy's excitement had gotten a bit out of hand.
Jimmy kissed her chin and found her mouth again. She sucked at his lips as their teeth bumped. Her sharp hips jabbed upwards against his. Her thighs trembled and tightened and she closed her legs above his back as Jimmy plowed deeper than he'd been before.
Inside the hot, plump folds of her pussy, Jimmy's cock pulsed with a life of its own. When he was in deep, Donna could feel her muscles opening. She could feel the slick, smooth surfaces of her cuntflesh sliding over his tip. She tilted her hips from side to side, changing the angle of their fucking. This made Jimmy groan and clutch her tighter. She locked her ankles above his back and tossed her hips wildly.
"Mmmmmmm," she gasped. "Ohhhhhh, wow!"
"Feels good," Jimmy moaned back.
Donna wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his ear. The boy wriggled more feverishly, his prick jabbing her dripping cunt hole. A mixture of blood and sex juice had dripped down the crack of her ass and made a damp spot on the bed, but Donna didn't care.
She didn't care about anything but that beautiful hard cock that was making the bottoms of her feet tingle, making her clit surge.
She had never been aware of her clit as much as she was at this moment. Even with that wonderful deep fucking going on, Donna realized that that little nub of flesh she always enjoyed playing with, had grown quite a bit. She could feel the way Jimmy's body rubbed her when he went deep. Her clit was pressed against his cockhair, stretched inwards by the pressure of his fucking. Donna found herself wriggling around in such a way that she rubbed against him all the harder.
"That's fantastic," she babbled, her short nails scratching red lines down his back. "Do it slow now. Slow."
Donna had fallen into a slower rhythm after their first frenetic fucking. That rhythm had come upon her in such a way that she couldn't resist. Now, if she could get Jimmy to match it, she knew she could come in seconds. And she wanted to come so badly.
"No. Don't do it so fast, Jimmy."
"Can't help. Gonna come. Can't stop."
"Jimmy, kiss me. Listen to me."
"Ahhh, ahhhhhh."
"Jimmeeeee!"
The boy shuddered in her arms and his lips went very sloppy against her cheek. He was drooling on her and his ass cheeks were hard as they drove with quick, short thrusts.
A warmth spread. It was something slick and hot that erupted deep inside her pussy. She could hear the slurpy, sucking sound as Jimmy pulled his prick back and shoved it deep again. A fresh rivulet trickled down her ass cheeks, but it wasn't blood. It was cum, fresh, hot cum.
"Oh, damn! I was so close."
She lay there panting as Jimmy wiggled around for awhile. It was weird wanting to come that badly and not quite being able to. She felt a little angry and for a moment thought she might cry. Her belly heaved and her cunt was still spasming around Jimmy's cock. But his prick wasn't as stiff and long as it used to be. It was wilting fast, even when she tried to move her ass around some.
"I better get out of here," Jimmy said, grabbing at his shorts. Donna glimpsed a few droplets of cum hanging in his cockhair before his skivvies came up. He pulled on his jeans and picked up his somewhat funky t-shirt.
"Jimmy, I don't want you to leave yet. I feel so weird."
"I don't want your folks to catch me here. I know I'd lose my job and get in all kinds of trouble."
Donna pushed herself up on one elbow. Her cunt tightened around nothing and she whimpered. A line of cum was leaking out of her pussy hole. It was hot and slick and had a strange sharp smell. She looked up at Jimmy.
"Remember, you promised not to say a word."
"I won't. If you don't tell on me either."
"I'd be the one who gets in trouble. Girls always get in trouble over things like this."
"Well, I guess I'll be seeing you."
It didn't seem quite right. One moment she'd been wiggling around in an ecstasy of lust and now she was cold and shivery and her belly had a cramp. And Jimmy hadn't so much as kissed her goodbye. He gave a wave and she almost demanded that he come back but decided he wouldn't understand why she was so upset. When she heard the front door slam, Donna swung her legs out of bed and sat there as the hot cum oozed out of her. She dabbed at her swollen cunt with the corner of the bedspread, the whole thing would have to be washed anyway.
It seemed better when Beth and Mike were doing it. She knew her sister had come. She wondered how it had been afterward. What had Mike said to her? He had probably kissed her and told her how she turned him on.
Donna stripped her bed, re-made it and managed to wash away enough of the evidence so that no one in the family would guess what had happened to her there in the middle of her very own room. After a quick shower she felt a little better, but her horniness hadn't diminished even a little bit.
"What a little prick," she mumbled, thinking of Jimmy. "And he was little, too." After a moment's thought, she was glad Jimmy had been a bit on the small side. Her cunt was sore even from that.
"Of course I don't know that he was small compared to other guys. Maybe Mike was just overly large." The thought of Mike fucking her made her shiver.
Donna still felt pretty dumb when it came to sex. She did know what it was like to suck on a male cock. She knew what it felt like to fuck a guy. But she hadn't come. She felt a bit cheated. Surely sex was better than what Jimmy had showed her.
"I've got to find out. And pretty damned quick!"
Finding her glass, she poured herself a bit more gin and lemonade. She took her drink to the bathroom and sipped it as she examined herself. With a mirror propped on the commode, she spread her knees and divided the lips of her cunt with careful fingers.
"Ouch, that stings." Her cunt hole was bloody around the edges. She certainly wasn't a virgin anymore. Her cherry had been blasted to shreds. She looked so wet and slick up inside. It thrilled her to think of Jimmy's cock pressing into all that musky, fevered flesh. It had felt nice. Still, she sensed that it could feel even better.
"Well, I'd better get dressed. Somebody might be coming home soon."
Donna slipped into a pair of shorts and a halter top and carried her tennis shoes with her as she strode through the cool grass of the front yard. She didn't feel like seeing her mother and dad or having to talk to Beth. She was thinking of other things. Males, to be exact. It was fun walking down the sidewalk with a glass of gin and lemonade while she thought of Jimmy crawling all over her. In her imagination, Jimmy became Barry and then Mike. Well, Mike was impossible, but there was Barry. Maybe he just hadn't noticed her yet. That was when the idea hit her.
She took another swallow of her drink and giggled. Barry was supposed to come over to the house for Beth-unless Donna got to his place first. She stopped only long enough to put on her shoes and tie the laces. Picking up her drink, she hurried on, letting the liquor do its work. Her cunt was sore, but she couldn't stop now.
Barry rented a place not far from the University. Everybody called that part of town the student ghetto, but the old houses and large shade trees made it a nice place to stroll. As Donna walked along, a couple of guys turned to look. One skinny boy with glasses dropped his books when she looked back too. Maybe it was the gin, but she felt more daring than she usually did. Still, her heart began to flutter when she saw Barry's small house. She knocked on the door quickly, before she had a chance to lose courage. Nobody answered. Somewhere inside she could hear a record going pretty loud.
Opening the door, Donna stuck her head inside.
"Anybody home?" Nobody would be able to hear her over the rock and roll. She closed the door behind her and walked through the front room. An open bedroom door beckoned. Donna sipped on her gin lemonade and moved towards it. A girl's voice stopped her.
"If you're looking for Barry, he's pretty wasted."
Donna turned to see a blonde girl leaning in the kitchen door. She wore a pair of skimpy panties and that was it. Her large, firm tits made Donna envious. Her own, somewhat smaller tit swells seemed childlike in comparison.
"I ... I'm Beth's sister," Donna stammered. "I was just stopping by to leave a message."
The blonde slipped a sweatshirt over her head and pulled it down.
"Well, honey, I'm the reason Barry is late getting over to Beth's. Pretty good reason, don't you think?" She pulled on a pair of jogging snorts.
Donna stood there feeling stupid. She swallowed a couple of times but couldn't think of anything to say.
"What's little sister doing over here?" the blonde asked, running a brush through her hair.
"I told you. I had to give Barry a message."
"That's what phones are for, baby." The blonde winked. She turned and headed towards the back door. "Tell Barry I enjoyed seeing him. Hope I didn't ruin him for Beth." The back screen slapped shut and the blonde was gone.
Donna was trembling. She needed another drink. She found a half-shot bottle of wine on the kitchen cabinet and poured herself a water glass full. Almost immediately the loose, happy feeling returned. Wine on gin wasn't bad! As she drank she tried to imagine what Barry and that blonde had been up to. The little movies became hot and heavy in her mind. She walked quietly to the bedroom door and peeked in. Now she knew what the scene must have been like.
Barry lay sleeping, the covers thrown back to reveal his muscled, naked body. His cock was half-hard and seemed to pulse slightly as it rested up against his belly. Donna found herself staring at it. It was beautiful! She slugged the rest of the wine, knowing she was hotter than ever, and knowing she couldn't leave Barry's place without at least touching him.
Kicking off her tennis shoes, she jumped onto the bed with a giggle and straddled Barry's waist. He groaned and tried to turn over but Donna pinned his shoulders. He smelled a little funky, like he'd fucked that blonde's tail off.
"Hey, cut it out. Damn it, Rhonda-"
"I'm not Rhonda, you big dummy."
Barry snapped awake, his eyes widening as he tried to sit up. Donna forced his shoulders down again.
"Donna! What the hell are you doing over here?" He was blushing, actually blushing.
"I just met your lady friend."
"Would you please get the hell off of my stomach."
Donna giggled. "Come on, let's wrestle."
Barry swept her down on the bed with his arm and stood up. "If Beth knew you were here there'd be hell to pay." He clutched a damp towel around his waist. Donna could guess what it was damp from. "I just thought-"
"You're Beth's little sister. You're not supposed to be thinking. Now go home before I spank you."
Donna's eyes flashed. "I suppose you don't mind me telling Beth that I saw Rhonda?"
Barry took a deep breath. "Oh shit. Listen, I'll give you five bucks if you keep your mouth shut, okay?"
"I don't know. I'll have to think about it."
"While you're thinking about it, I'm gonna grab a quick shower. Now don't go anywhere, okay?"
"First you try to run me off, then you beg me to stay."
Barry didn't answer. He shut the bathroom door and turned on the shower. Donna got up and walked over to the bed table. There was some kind of slippery salve that smelled good and a couple of other things. What fascinated her the most was the piece of surgical tubing. What had Barry and Rhonda been doing with that?
She was just drunk enough to keep the ball rolling. Flinging off her clothes, Donna grabbed the tubing and went to the bathroom door. It was open! Behind the shower curtain she could hear Barry singing. Yes, she was just drunk enough to have some fun. If she didn't start something with some guy, it seemed that nothing exciting would ever happen to her.
"Surprise," she squealed, jumping under the spray and wrapping her arms around him.
"God damn!"
"Look at me, Barry. Don't you think I'm pretty?"
He looked. Any other time just the thought of a guy looking at her naked body would have embarrassed her to tears, but this time she stared right back.
"Sure, you're cute. Now get the hell out of here. I don't want to get in trouble."
Donna pressed forward. Her small, firm tits rubbed against Barry's soapy body. He drew in air and tried to peel her away. Inspired, Donna swung the surgical tubing between his thighs and grabbed an end from behind. She pulled it up against his crotch and heard him take another breath.
"What are you doing with that?" Barry murmured. "You're drunk."
"Yeah. I'm drunk and you're cute. Why don't you play with me? I'm lots more fun than my sister."
"Jesus!"
Donna could feel Barry's cock growing firm and thick. She rubbed herself back and forth, caressing the prick head with her smooth belly.
When she looked down, that dark blue tip was staring up at her. It looked good enough to eat and Donna felt a tremor of lust go through her.
"What if I wrapped this thing about you like ... this?"
She was playing the whole scene by ear, but it did seem fun to wrap the surgical tubing around Barry's cockshaft and balls. As she drew the rubber tube tighter, his prick appeared to double in size. The head was a dark, glossy purple and the shaft was bumpy with veins.
Donna was panting as she looked at that lovely piece of male meat. It made the paperboy's little prick seem like a toy! Barry was trying to jerk the tubing out of her fingers, but she could tell he wasn't trying all that hard.
Donna tried to focus on Barry's face, but the steamy spray and the booze she'd had made everything swimmy. She knotted the surgical tubing twice and cupped her small, white hands around the bulging of Barry's balls.
"I want to suck you," she said, hardly believing the words had come from her own lips. They had, though, she'd actually said that. Weaving a little, she got down on her knees in the tub. Barry was acting so strangely. He hadn't moved, hadn't said anything at all.
He was just watching her as the hot water sprayed warmly over their bodies. She could hear him breathing. It wasn't normal breathing. It was fast and ragged.
Her lips were even with the tip of his cock. She brought her head forward with a little moan, rolling the inside of her mouth around his dark knob. The surgical tubing had trapped the blood up inside that beautiful prick and his cock looked like it might explode. She found the lobes underneath, her tongue flicking them, then petting them in a teasing way. Barry made an animal sound deep down in his throat.
"Baby, you shouldn't be here. If Beth found out...."
Donna let her lips ride across the streamlined shape of Barry's cocktip once again. Her tongue danced along the underside, nursing and sucking as she grew bolder. With careful movements of her fingers, she explored his balls. They bulged out under his shaft, trapped by the tight tubing wrapped behind them. They were full of hot cum, fresh, hot cum, and Donna wanted it.
"Mmmmmmmm," she cooed, her head bobbing forward again.
She let her lips slide down his hardened cockshaft. She could feel his pulsing cockhead plowing along the trough she'd made of her tongue. The way Barry was groaning, it had to feel pretty nice. She tried moving her tongue in different ways. She curled it up around his shaft, then wiggled it back and forth underneath. Barry's hands caught her head and he shuddered all over like someone had given him an electric shock.
"Glluhhhhh," Donna gasped, almost choking on the hot, plump cocktip. Her throat spasmed, pinching down on the shape. Her tongue worked frantically as she swallowed. Barry shuddered again and released her head.
Donna drew her lips back to the tip and popped free of him. She breathed hard, her blue eyes wide and innocent.
"You're crazy," Barry said, looking down at her. "You need a good spanking and maybe a cold shower to boot."
"Don't you like what I'm doing?"
"I'm begging you to leave," Barry said, his voice low and shaky. "Please, Donna. Just go home and we'll pretend this never happened."
Donna shook her head and before he could do anything to stop her, clutched his cockshaft with both hands. Her mouth fit over his head with a slurpy, sucking sound and she let her tongue ravish the hot plumpness.
This was nothing like her first experience with sucking cock. Jimmy's prick had fit inside her mouth easily and wasn't nearly as long. Barry's fat cockhead rested heavily on her tongue. His cock filled her mouth when she took it deeper. The surface of his prick was stretched taut and the heat was exciting. She explored its dusky surface, sucking her cheeks in greedily. Barry moved his hips in rhythm to her bobbing head.
"If Beth ever found out," he panted, "she'd murder me!"
"Mmmmmmmuuuhhh," Donna moaned back. Her chin dripped spit and her nostrils flared. Her eyes were closed tightly as she rubbed Barry's balls with her palms and continued to suck his big, hard cock.
Donna was getting better at it with each passing moment. She was learning to take the fat cockhead far back in her throat, so far back that it nearly choked her. When the gagging spasms began, though, she was able to keep them from continuing. She fought down this instinctive impulse to choke and let her throat smear and caress Barry's cock.
"Goddamn...."
Pulling her head back all the way, she let the lobes of his cock rest on her lower lip while her tongue painted spit across the top of it. Barry's breathing was ragged. He let his hands rest on her shoulders, giving her the freedom to do whatever she wanted.
Donna tried a rhythmic, forward and backward sucking next. She let her lips glide up and down Barry's cockshaft, keeping them tight so they would follow every bump and hollow. Her tongue played and teased as she did this. The sucking sound at the corners of her mouth grew louder as she increased the tempo. Barry spread his feet a bit more and his belly tightened.
"Oh, baby," he groaned, "you sweet little baby!"
"You don't want me to stop now, do you?" Donna asked, after popping her lips free.
"No, damn it. Just go on and suck me. Please, Donna! Suck me!"
Donna wrapped her mouth back around his cock and continued the bobbing, sucking movements. Her heart beat fast with the thrill of knowing Barry wanted her. She'd won this little game. He was going to let her suck him until his hot cream boiled into her mouth. Donna felt a little giddy at the thought of tasting male cum for the first time. She wasn't going to stop now, though. She wanted to feel it happen, to watch Barry as her mouth sucked that good stuff from his balls.
"Mmmmmmm," she cooed, bobbing her head faster.
CHAPTER FOUR
Barry's legs shook and she knew he couldn't stand up much longer. He took a half step backwards and sat down on the flat ledge at the end of the tub. Donna never took her mouth away from his prick for a second, but followed him down, crawling forward as she sucked. She knelt between his bent knees now, her head moving up and down, her thin fingers clutching his shaft and balls.
She could see how dark Barry's cock had become. It filled her mouth with its swollen heat, fat and smooth and spongy at the tip. She couldn't get enough of it. Her small teeth teased the flared ridge of his prick and her tongue pressed and stroked that blood-swelled shape as her lips tightened on his shaft.
Wild, erotic thoughts danced through her mind as she suckled her sister's handsome boyfriend. She was mouth-fucking him, giving him head, sucking his cock. Donna loved all these words and loved the huge pole of his prick along her tongue and into her throat.
"Donna ... ohhhhhh, babeeeee!"
He was going to come, she was sure of it. His hips lurched, half-rising from the tub ledge. His hands clutched at her shoulders and neck. His face had a slack, crazy look on it and when she looked again he appeared to be in pain. Donna bit down lightly on his cockhead, her tongue washing it again and again with hot spit.
With a sharp cry, he lurched and his fingers curled against her shoulders. Donna sucked slower, her lips loosening slightly. She wasn't so wild with her tongue now, but simply petting the throbbing shape of his glans until the pulse inside him grew stronger. The pulse beat against her lips like a small, strong heart. Donna's own heart fluttered. She knew that in just a few seconds that magical moment would be there.
"Yeaahhhhhh," Barry cried, his hips twisting.
"Yuuhhmmmmm," Donna murmured.
The power of the first spurt had surprised her. It spattered hot and hard into the depths of her throat and before she could swallow the slick cum down, another flood poured out. She choked, a white rivulet exploding from her nose. But she wasn't going to stop sucking.
Her tongue curled lovingly against Barry's cock lobes and her lips rode tightly up and down his shaft. She drew in her cheeks and sucked as his balls unloaded. His cock jerked powerfully, spraying the inside of her mouth with cream.
"Nhhhuuuummm," she babbled, a fresh dribble of white leaking from the corner of her lips. The sharp-smelling stuff dripped from her chin and her nostrils were glazed with it. Cum dripped to her fingers where she held Barry's balls. He lurched and writhed on the narrow tub ledge as Donna bent over him, her young mouth working feverishly.
She was aware of a tingling deep inside her. Her cuntlips were all pooched out and her nipples burned to be touched. She kept sucking, nursing, gobbling the hot sex stuff from Barry's prick. At last there was no more. She ran her tongue up along his cock, ate the last droplet and pulled her mouth free.
"I wish you could fuck me now," she groaned, pushing her hand down between her thighs. She dug a finger along the inflamed flesh there, parting her cuntlips to expose her clit.
Before she knew what was happening, Barry had jerked her up and was pulling her out of the tub, out of the bathroom. He threw her across the bed. The sheet stuck to her wet body. She drew her knees up and Barry fell against her with a husky sigh. He kissed her small tits and rubbed her pussy with the cummy heat of his cock.
"It's still hard," Donna sighed. She remembered what had happened to Jimmy Budsworth's cock as soon as he'd spurted inside her.
"It's the surgical tubing," Barry panted. "I thought you knew about that kind of stuff."
"Ohhhhhh," was all Donna could answer. The head of Barry's cock was pushing her pussylips apart. He shoved his hips forward and her muscled hole opened slightly. A tingling ache of hunger went through her. She humped her back down onto the damp sheets and offered her young pussy up to him.
Barry thrust and his cock stabbed past her resisting muscles. Donna gave a cry of pain, but another wave of sensations quickly drowned her discomfort. She wiggled from side to side as Barry wedged another inch of prick into her pussy, then two, then three.
"Ohhhhhh, you're going right through me!"
"You're hotter than a sidewalk," he breathed, kissing her cummy mouth. She sucked at his tongue as he pushed it deep. Her thin arms wound around his neck and she humped upwards with her hips, feeling more of his cock stab into her pussy.
Opening her knees as wide as she could, Donna felt the force of Barry's fucking. His prick pushed her flesh in as he thrust. The juice was really flowing now and when he drew back to fuck again, the slurpy, sexy sounds made her shiver.
"I wanted to know what fucking was really like," she cried, lost in ecstasy. Her head flopped back and forth as Barry covered her neck and face with hot kisses. They were both wet from the shower, sticking together in a damp, messy way. But Donna didn't care. She was in heaven because Barry's cock was in her.
"Uhhh, uhhh, ohhhh," she grunted, pumping her hips, digging her fingers into his back.
He held her tightly, his mouth always busy on her skin, his strangled cock still hard in the velvety depths of her pussy.
"Yaaahhh," Donna gasped, "wowwweee."
"Baby, I wish I could come again. Your little pussy grabs me like nothing I ever felt."
"Uhhh, hhhhaaahhh," Donna cried, twisting and turning with the pleasure that pulsed through her slender body.
Her nipples had become hard and swollen and the slightest rub of them against Barry's chest made her groan with excitement. It seemed her pussy had become very soft. It surrounded Barry's cock completely, sucking at it with feverish, satiny folds.
A trembling halo of pleasure encircled her body. She felt as if she might be rising up from the bed. She could feel nothing but Barry and Barry's big cock. She clutched to him, her legs locking behind his back. Her ass did a wild, rhythmic dance against the mattress as hot cockmeat plowed her. She was crazy with it, lost in their fucking.
"Yhhuuhhhhh," she coughed, feeling the spasms begin. "I'm gonna come, Barry! Ohhhh I'm gonna come so good!"
Donna couldn't think or care about anything now. She was coming! It was so much better than those hot little tickles she got from finger-fucking. It was a whole different world. She dug her heels into Barry's ass and held on for dear life. Her hips lurched violently against him. He stroked her long and slow, his cock still hard enough to rub ecstasy from every nerve-ending.
She bit blood from his shoulder and whimpered like a bitch in heat. He held onto her and kept fucking, fucking her sweet, tight cunt. The hot cream overflowed and oozed down the crack of her ass. He had come again! She had even more of it now. Cum in her mouth, cum in her cunt. She clung to him and babbled against his ear.
"Fuck me. Don't ever stop fucking me, Barry. Just fuck me forever...."
But it had to stop. Slowly, as Barry continued fucking her, she slowly stopped jerking under him. A last shiver of lust passed along her thighs and ass cheeks and she arched her back and then lay still.
After a long while, Barry pulled his cock out of her body. He was on his knees, his eyes bleary with so much sex, his big cock very red and very limp. He untied the rubber tubing and tossed it on the bed.
"That's the first time I've ever managed to get my rocks off twice in half an hour."
"It must mean something," Donna said, smiling suggestively.
"Yeah, it means I'm crazy. I just fucked my girlfriend's little sister. Man, they'll be breaking down the door any second."
"How will anybody know? I sure won't tell." Donna tried to sit up, but had to flop down again. Her head spun. She couldn't tell whether it was from the booze or the wonderful fucking.
"Did you like me?" she asked. "Was I good?"
"Yeah, damn it, you were pretty fantastic." Barry stood up and made his way unsteadily to the wine bottle Donna had left on his chest of drawers. He held it up and his throat pumped. "My girlfriend's little sister," he mumbled again, wiping a hand across his mouth.
"Barry, it was wonderful. It was like dying and going to heaven. Barry, I love...."
He held up a hand. "I don't want to hear it. I can't handle that. You're too damned young. Get that through your head. I'm ten years older than you and I'm working on my master's degree and thinking about asking your sister to marry me. Jesus H. Christ." He took another long swallow of wine.
"If you're so hot on Beth, how come that blonde girl was here when I arrived?"
"Well, you see that was a little misunderstanding. Rhonda is an old friend and she just stopped by to say hello."
"And you decided the best way to say hello was to jump in bed with her?"
"She told me she was horny and wanted a quick, clean fuck without getting all hung up and hung out on some poor sucker in a bar so
"Well, maybe I was horny too. Ever think of that?"
"Okay. Fine. You were horny. Your big sister's boyfriend looked pretty good and you wanted a little experience. Now you've got it. We can pretend it never happened."
"Except for one thing, Barry."
"What's that?"
"I think I've fallen in love with you."
"Shit." He thrust the wine bottle at her. "Here, have some of this. You're already too damned drunk for it to matter much."
"I'm just high, not drunk." Dutifully, Donna raised the bottle and took a few long swallows.
"Get dressed, would you? You look like a groupie for a punk rock band."
"Did you like my pussy?"
"Ladies don't talk like that," Barry scolded.
"I'm not a lady, I'm a groupie for a punk rock band."
"I oughta spank you."
Donna rolled onto her belly. "That'd be fun. Come on, spank me." When Barry didn't bite on that one, she swung her legs out of bed and sat there watching him dress. "Does Beth ever suck your cock like I did?"
"No. Not yet. We've only been going together a few months."
"And you want to marry her? You're crazy." Donna was just itching to spill the beans on her sister. She wondered what Barry would say if she told him that she'd watched Beth kiss her boss' cock and then let have a quickie on the right there in the office.
Barry went on dressing, trying to ignore Donna. She got up and walked over to him. Cum was running down her leg, but she didn't bother to mop it up. It was like a magic potion to her. She wanted to keep it as long as she could.
"I'll bet you've never fucked Beth either, right?" Donna asked.
"Made love is the word. No, we haven't gotten to that point yet."
"Would you make love to me again sometime?"
"Absolutely not."
"So you didn't like me after all?"
Barry sighed. "I didn't say that." He buttoned his shirt and ran a comb through his hair. Donna liked the way his dark curls hung over his collar. He was a very nice-looking guy. And his cock was nice-looking too, although she hadn't seen nearly enough of it.
"Look at me," she demanded.
Barry turned, his eyes half-closed as if he were afraid to take a really good look. Donna did a slow pirouette, her arms held gracefully above her head. Though her brown hair hung down in damp strings, she knew she'd charmed him. Barry was smiling. She pouted and cupped a small tit up as if presenting him with the somewhat swollen nipple.
"Look what you did to my titties. You bit my nipples!"
Barry waved a hand. "Don't talk like that. You make me feel crazy."
"Crazy enough to fuck me again?"
"I'm on my way to see your big sister," Barry said. He took Donna by the shoulders and shook her gently. "I can't risk getting involved with you, pretty girl."
Donna put her hand down to his crotch. Inside, his cock wasn't very hard but she squeezed it anyway. Barry took her hand away and kissed the palm.
"I apologize for letting it go this far. I should have turned you around and sent you right home. I guess I was weak. I've been after Beth so hard that I was pretending you were her."
"That's bullshit," Donna said back. "I'm not a bit like my sister. That's really what turned you on. My little tits and nice tight cunt and my long legs. That's what turned you on. Admit it."
Barry was blushing violently. He turned and stomped out of the room. Donna heard the front door slam but she didn't care. She knew he wasn't going to get rid of her all that easy.
CHAPTER FIVE
Donna had a couple of bad days. She was hotter than ever after the sex she'd had, but beginning to wonder if she had used the wrong technique with Barry. He hadn't called or tried to see her. He seemed as hung up on Beth as ever.
What bothered her even more was that Beth wasn't letting him have anything much. Donna was sure. She'd hidden when Barry had brought her sister home and watched as Barry had tried everything to get a little action on the sofa. But Beth wasn't having any. She let him feel her tits and even loosened her bra so he could touch her better. But she didn't let him do any fingering around inside her panties.
"That's just not my style," Donna kept whispering to herself. She didn't have the will power to lead a boy on, to tease, to play hard to get. When she saw a male and spied that lump in his pants, all she could think of was how to get her hands on it. After three days without so much as holding a man's hand, she was so horny she was climbing the walls. She wanted to feel a cock in her mouth again. And she wanted to have the firm, slick muscles of her pussy being plowed apart by a throbbing prick.
At last she could bear the strain no longer. She began walking the streets in shorts and halter top, the shorts so short and skimpy that if she sat down a man would easily see that she wore no panties underneath. She was frantic for action.
It was Friday around noon when she decided to take a walk in the park. There were a few people out with the dogs and a few couples playing kissy face on blankets. It made Donna all the hornier to see them.
As she strolled by the tennis courts, she saw a familiar face. Mike, Beth's boss, was whacking a ball against a rebound wall. His broad, well-muscled chest was glistening with sweat and the way he moved after the ball made her shiver. She could imagine him moving on top of her in bed just as easily. Once he looked her way but didn't appear to recognize her. Donna recalled that she'd met the handsome lawyer only once and even then he'd been in a hurry. Immediately, a plan bloomed in her head.
Doubling back to a restroom, she pulled her long, brown hair into a couple of ponytails and slipped on the elastics she always carried with her. This changed her looks even more. She was sure Mike wouldn't realize she was Beth's sister now.
"He wouldn't touch me if he knew," she murmured to herself.
When she came out of the restroom, she saw he was slipping his racket into its case and wiping himself with a towel. Donna hurried over to the road, the only way out of the park. She took a short cut through some bushes and almost tripped over a half-naked couple under a blanket. Though she tried not to look, she couldn't help noticing the way the girl's eyes were glazed and the soft moans she made as her lover kept giving her what she wanted. Shivering with lust, Donna hurried on.
"God, I hope he stops," Donna breathed. She jogged up the road and turned to see if Mike's Porsche was coming yet. The red sports car rounded a corner and came gliding towards her. She cocked a hip, stuck out a thumb and smiled. Mike glanced her way but drove right on by.
"The bastard!" she cried, stomping a foot. As she watched after the expensive car, it left the park and turned into the first liquor store on the block. Donna took off running again. She was being given a second chance and she didn't want to blow it.
She was sitting in the front seat of Mike's car as he came out of the store. He put the bag he had on the floor, fished out a cold beer and slid behind the wheel. He hadn't said a thing yet, but his smile said he wasn't too angry.
"Should I know you?" he asked, looking at her curiously.
"No," Donna lied. She reached out and took the beer from him. "Mind if I have a sip?"
"You're pretty aggressive for a girl your age."
Donna blushed. "I don't usually act like this. I just fell in love with you, that's all." The words sounded so silly that she laughed and took a swig of beer to cover her embarrassment.
"Could I drop you somewhere?" Mike asked, not fazed by her little admission.
"Let's go for a ride in the country," Donna said, sitting up straight. She arched her back and pushed her small tits out hard against the skimpy halter she had on. Her shorts were riding up nicely to expose one, lightly furred pussy lip.
Mike put the car in gear and pulled out into traffic. He took the freeway to the outskirts of town and pulled off at an exit that would take them towards the hills to the south. He kept watching Donna, a puzzled look on his face.
"You look familiar," he said at last.
"Maybe I'm your long lost love," Donna said, scooting a bit closer.
They shared another beer as the road became narrower and then turned to dirt. Donna was sure she had a victory this time. Mike was going to find a nice quiet place and give her a good hard fucking. God, did she ever need it!
They pulled off by a lake and Mike got out of the car. Donna came running behind him, wagging a beer and her trim, young ass. She made sure he saw how slender and firm she was. "You're nice," she cooed, hooking an arm through his. It was then that she noticed that the beach was sandy with a lot of small pebbles. "Don't you think we'd better get a blanket?"
"What?"
"The ground looks kind of hard to lie down on."
Mike shook his head and turned back towards the car. "I don't know who you are or what your trip is, but I didn't bring you out here for that."
"Wait!" Donna jumped around in front of him and pushed against his chest. Beer slopped over her wrist. "I'm really good. You'd like me, I know. Please don't take me back to town." Tears had welled in her eyes. She realized just how far gone she was. Totally addicted to sex, she needed a lay like an addict needed the needle.
"I don't even know your name."
"Mary," Donna yelled, thinking of using the first name that had come to mind.
"Well, Mary, I just don't...."
Donna ran a long finger along her pushed the crotchband of her shorts aside and ran a finger deep into her smoldering pussy. Then she shoved her hand under Mike's nose. She couldn't chance losing him now.
"Smell me! Wouldn't you like to do something fun with me? Wouldn't you?"
As Mike inhaled her sultry musk, his eyes changed. He took a couple of deep breaths and his eyes lost their sharp focus. Donna knew she had weakened his resolve. She had to follow through. It took her only a second to shove her hand under the elastic of his tennis shorts. What she found inside them made her give a yelp of surprise. Mike's cock, only half-hard, was the biggest prick she'd had her fingers around. She remembered that she'd had only a glimpse of it while he'd been fucking her sister.
"Mary, you'd better cool that."
"No. I don't want to get cool. I want to get hotter."
She squeezed the head of Mike's cock as she eased it free of his shorts. The head was half-emerged from his foreskin. Falling to her knees in the sand, Donna jerked his shorts down to his knees and opened her mouth. Mike tried to stop her, but she had already forced his skin back, freeing the glossy, steamy cockhead from its sheath.
"Mary ... don't!"
Donna fastened her lips around him and her tongue went wild. His cock became harder in seconds. She jacked his skin forward and back as her head bobbed. Her lips dripped hot spit. She smacked and sucked and licked the swelling tip of the lawyer's cock until his hands quit trying to push her away.
When at last she knew she had him, she ;ased her mouth free and looked adoringly at the big, beautiful prick that jerked before her face. Donna smiled up.
"You want me now, don't you?"
"Christ, yes." Mike tried to steady his voice.
She pouted with her lower lip and rubbed it back and forth against his lobes. His cockhead bulged with dark blue blood.
Mike babbled, his eyes closing as she began to suck him again. Her lips slid gingerly over his curved cocktip. She followed the smooth lines with her tongue as she took him deep, really deep.
When Mike's cock had nestled between her tonsils and she still hadn't choked, he stared down at her in surprise. Only an inch or two of his cock was still outside her mouth and she could see he was having a hard time believing that someone so young could deep-throat him like that.
"You lovely little bitch," he moaned, petting her head.
"Gllluuuhhh," Donna moaned back, the sound coming from her nostrils. She fought to let his cock go just a bit deeper. A gag threatened her composure, but she managed to control it. Her tongue rode nervously along the underside of his cockshaft.
A half inch more and she had all of him. Donna swallowed, her throat grabbing the head of Mike's cock. She could feel his prick throbbing, pressing out against her tonsils. She couldn't quite do it. She let her lips slide back the full-length of his prickshaft until just his tip was nestled in her pursed, pouting mouth. She sucked noisily, the spit leaking from her chin, her tongue teasing and tapping his fat cock lobes.
"You'd better stop that or you're gonna get a mouthful."
"I wouldn't mind," Donna replied, smiling. She wiped a hand across her chin. "I wouldn't mind fucking you either."
Mike limped back to the Porsche and popped the trunk. He returned in a few moments with a big, red blanket. Donna smiled. He spread it carefully and stood back to watch as she undid the button of her shorts. Unzipping them slowly she eased the skimpy things down over one hip, then the other. A thatch of light brown curls showed and she let the shorts fall. Her tan legs and belly were divided by a narrow swatch of untanned skin. Her cunt hair puffed out invitingly, though it was glued down where her juices had soaked it. She dropped her halter on top of her shorts.
"I'm kinda on the skinny side," she shrugged, "but I don't think I'm so bad-looking."
"You're beautiful. Don't let anybody ever tell you different."
"And a few minutes ago you wanted to get rid of me," Donna pouted.
"A few minutes ago you hadn't sucked my cock."
Donna skinned Mike's t-shirt off. She got a kick out of taking off his jockstrap. His prick was standing out from his body and it jerked up and down with a steady rhythm that made her shiver. It was at least eight inches long and as thick as the flashlight Donna had at home. She looped her arms over Mike's shoulders and let her slender body press against him. The contact of tits, belly, thighs made him clutch her hungrily. He kissed her open mouth and his tongue touched her teeth and the roof of her mouth and she let his hands explore her warm, wet cunt mound.
Donna could feel Mike's cock throbbing against her belly. She wanted his prick inside her, even though she was scared of its size. She wanted it. She needed a good fucking so bad she could taste it.
"What you giggling about?" Mike asked.
"Tasting. You taste good."
"I think I'll taste you now," the lawyer said.
He lowered Donna on to the blanket and made her lie on her back. Her heart was running away like wild horses. She'd never imagined that this might happen. Though she'd heard stories, she thought that most men thought a girl was too messy for tasting. But Mike obviously didn't. Already he was pushing her knees apart and there was a wet snick as her pussylips clung, then came apart.
Donna reddened. She'd never had a man look so intently into the secrets of her pussy. Mike was on his belly, his fingers petting the dainty, pink lining of her inner folds. She groaned and moved her hips in a circle. Mike was whispering something.
"You're a work of art. You're perfection."
"Oh, Mike!" She took a deep, shuddering breath. "I always thought it was kind of weird-looking."
Mike didn't answer. He pressed his lips lightly against the glossy, musky flesh of her pussy and kissed her. But it wasn't just any kiss. It went deep, his lips caressing the sensitive nerve endings, his tongue probing gingerly into secret, damp places.
Donna began to squirm. She was panting loudly and a sheen of sweat covered her face. She dug her fingers deep into Mike's hair as he continued to kiss and suck on her dainty young cunt. The sounds were incredible. Donna thought she might faint with the sharp rippling pleasure when Mike nursed at her clit.
"Uhhhhhhh," she whimpered, twisting and pumping her cunt mound against his mouth. Her plump outer lips opened and smeared juice against his cheeks. She felt his chin ride along her cunt crevice, getting glossy and wet.
The slurpy sound of him devouring her pussy was the sweetest music she'd ever heard.
"Ohhhh, ohhhh Mike. You're licking me so nice!"
"Pretty little cunt," Mike murmured, wallowing his mouth yet deeper into her hot, dripping pussy. Donna arched her back, wiggling harder all the time. As Mike sucked her pussy, she rocked her hips violently from side to side.
"Fuck me! Fuck me right now, Mike! Ohhhhhh, please fuck me!"
Mike eased his mouth away from her pussy and pulled himself up over her body. His prick swung heavily above her heaving belly. She reached out to caress it, her mouth lifted for a kiss. Mike kissed her deeply as she petted and squeezed his beautiful cock. Donna had never been so excited in her life.
"You're awful big," she panted.
"I'll be careful." He kissed each of her tits, then nursed each nipple in turn.
"Let me put it in," Donna begged, her fingertips dancing along the plump head of his cock.
"Okay."
As Mike positioned himself below her crotch, Donna stretched both arms down to guide him. She had her knees bent sharply, her thighs stretched apart. It was lovely to rub her overheated cunt slit with the head of Mike's cock. More juice flooded out to bathe his prick tip. Donna centered his prick against what had once been her cherry.
"There," she groaned, "right there."
Mike began to push. He was moving gently, easing his head into the vortex of her strong, slick cunt hole, then pulling back. Donna winced as she was stretched by his thickness. Mike rested and kissed her mouth. While their tongues went wild against each other, he drove forward a little harder.
Donna's slim body lurched and she dug her nails into Mike's muscled ass. Her poor little cunt hole was never going to be the same. It was stretching, opening to let that big chunk of cockmeat slide in. She heard a gasp from Mike as her slickened folds squeezed him.
"You are one tight little cunt," he panted.
"I want you so bad," Donna whimpered back.
"Baby, I want you too."
"Try again. It's just got to fit."
Holding Donna's bobbing hips steady, Mike thrust. Donna threw her head from side to side, her lower lip pinched between her teeth.
"Ouch ... ohhhhhh!"
"Hold on, darling. It'll be better when this part is over."
Donna's heart thudded faster. She pulled her knees back until they touched her tits. Her pussy was overflowing with hot, steamy juice. It hurt to be fucked, at least it hurt to be fucked by someone as big as Mike. But it was real fucking, too.
"Here we go," he whispered and thrust again.
Donna's hips came off the blanket and her scream was a strangling sound in her throat. Something had happened. Something huge had gone into her! Her cunt pulsed and she could feel the weighty thickness keeping her open.
"It's inside! I can feel it, Mike."
"Just the head."
"Ahhhhh, move it back and forth. Fuck me with it."
"I can't. Your cunt is all closed down. You've got to relax."
Mike got to suck on one of her tits and as his tongue ravished her nipple, she felt herself relax. She began to feel less ache and more pleasure. She tried to let her hips and belly relax. There was another movement, a glorious rubbing deep inside her.
"You're very hot inside," Mike told her.
"How deep are you?"
"About four inches. You've got the softest, sweetest pussy I've ever felt."
Donna kissed him for saying that. She was moving her hips again, rolling and humping on the blanket as the handsome lawyer fucked her.
"This is the nicest thing that's ever happened to me," she babbled, finding his ear with her teeth. "Uhhhhh, Mike!"
"Deep," he whispered back, "really getting deep now."
"Oh, I feel it. Your prick is splitting me apart but it feels so good."
Donna put her hand down between their bodies. Her fingers found the place where Mike's huge cock had penetrated her. The flesh was pulled very taut and she was slick with her own flooding juices. For a moment her head went dizzy. She was actually fucking Mike, logging her sister's boss. She swore that she would give him a better fucking than Beth had.
CHAPTER SIX
When Mike had gotten his cock almost all the way into her pussy, he rolled them over so that Donna was on top. It was a whole different trip and she found she found she had to learn a new kind of sex.
"I like it, but it's weird," she told him.
"Bring your knees up a little. That way you can control how deep my cock goes."
"Oh, wow!"
Donna trembled, her braced arms shaking as she rocked forward on her knees to let the head of Mike's cock glide along her pussy. From deep to shallow, she pushed back to take his prick in deep again. A breathless wave of pleasure made her feel faint.
"I didn't know it could be this good," she whimpered, rocking forward again. The smooth glide of Mike's swollen cock tip was so easy to feel. She let him almost slip out of her tight cunt hole before settling back on the hardness again. His prick jerked with excitement as she let her weight down. She was skewered to the hilt now and she knew it.
"That's deep," she babbled, her eyes wide, "that's really deep!"
"You're fantastic," Mike said, lifting his head up to capture a tit in his mouth.
Donna made happy sounds of pleasure as he sucked one nipple, then gave the same favor to her other one. Her cunt closed and spasmed around the long, stiff cock inside her.
Unable to hold herself up, Donna let her body rest against Mike's chest and belly. Her ass squirmed in quick, jerky circles as she enjoyed the hot stab of his prick. He wasn't moving at all. It was a nice sensation to be taking charge, to be exciting him with her movements.
"Like the way I do it?"
"You're damn right!"
"Now you move for a while."
Mike held her slim hips and humped his back down into the blanket. His cock dug deep inside her, then came out to where her cuntlips dripped a little blood. He fucked deep again, pulled back. When he lingered at the very edge of her pussy, Donna squeezed her muscles and he kissed her neck and ear.
"You're learning fast," Mike told her.
"You're a great teacher. Do you love me a little?"
"We just met, Mary." He kissed her mouth. "Is that really your name?"
"Let's fuck," Donna said, pushing herself up again so she could rock back on his rigid cock, so she could feel it gliding deep, deep into her pussy.
It was a miracle that her cunt could take all eight inches of Mike's prick. Donna squirmed as she let her weight skewer her on his throbbing stiffness. She flopped her head to the side and her eyes went glassy.
"It's itching so nice down there," she breathed.
"I don't think I can handle much more of this. You're too young and tight for me to hold out any longer."
Donna lay down on him again, straightening her long legs against his. With her thighs together, it made her cunt tighter than ever. Mike moaned and rolled her under him once again. He kissed her face and mouth as she opened her knees and drew them up. Her pussy was well-greased now and his cock was sliding in and out much easier.
The friction built until her clit had swollen out to catch every slight rub from Mike. Donna wiggled and pumped, her arms tight around his broad back, her chin digging into his shoulder.
"Wow. Ohhhh, fuck! Mike, it's so good, so damned good!"
Mike explored her slender body with his hands. He had a way of touching her while he was fucking that made Donna lose her breath. All she could do was hang on and hope that her heart didn't explode when she came. She could feel the thrills building along her thighs and in the depths of her belly. Her pussy was tickling in a way she couldn't describe. Mike rubbed her clit every time his prick stabbed in deep. She humped her ass wildly on the blanket and cried out to him weakly.
"Darling! Mike, darling ... r"
Her skin felt as if electricity was passing over it. Her armpits were damp and her toes tingled. She couldn't keep still, couldn't stop thrusting her hips hard against the in and out jabbing of that incredible cock.
"I'm gonna die, it's so good. Mike! Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhhh, fuck!"
She was coming, her mind spinning with the rich pleasure that was beyond all human description and understanding. She bit at Mike's shoulder and clawed his back. Her heels pranced into the muscles of his ass. Her pussy tightened in spasms of excruciating ecstasy, sucking for the hot seed that Mike was about to give her.
He spurted hard and hot, his fingers sliding between the cheeks of her ass. He squeezed her ass cheeks as his cock drove deep, jetting slick cum each time. It dribbled down her ass crack and greased their fucking, making it sloppy and good. Donna's ass danced and dove as she took thrust after thrust from Mike's prick. She was still coming, fighting for breath.
"Yaaaahhhhh."
"Baby doll!"
They wiggled and wrestled and fought as the throes peaked and slowly died. Her pleasure gradually became less sharp. It spread out to engulf her in a warm, cozy afterglow that had to be heaven. Still, Donna kept her hips moving, rocking, gently fucking.
Donna didn't even remember how they pulled apart. She drifted into a shallow slumber, her mind playing with the memory of the fucking she'd shared with Mike. She was totally without worry or care. The sun beat down on her and the breeze cooled her sweat. A thick, drippy mess poured from her cunt but she didn't bother to wipe it up. She felt completely carnal, a wanton, hungry female who'd been sated-temporarily, anyhow.
A buzzing fly brought her back to reality. Mike lay beside her, his breathing slow and deep and even. He was sleeping. Donna shook her head and lifted herself to look at him. He was like a tan god there, his cock wilted now.
"Beautiful man," Donna murmured. She squeezed her thighs together and felt the soreness from where his cock had been. There was a little blood, already drying in the matted curls of her cunt hair. She would heal.
Donna slid down so that her face was even with Mike's cock. She wanted to do something for him, something to show him how happy he'd made her. Gingerly, so as not to awaken him, she lifted his limp cock. Even then, it was heavy. She leaned over him and kissed his prick head. It thickened a bit, then subsided. She kissed it again, letting her lips cover more of it. Mike groaned in his sleep.
"Pretty cock," she said, opening her mouth all the way.
Gently, she placed his cock on her tongue and closed her lips around it. Sucking softly, she nursed life into the warm meat. It stiffened some, growing longer as the head broadened out. Mike stirred but didn't awaken.
With her fingers cupping his balls, Donna squeezed one, then the other. Her lips rode forward and back, tightening when she got to his cock tip. Her tongue washed and petted and sucked. She loved to suck cock, she was a cocksucker. This amused her and she sucked a bit more fervently.
Mike gasped. "What's happening?" he mumbled, his tongue thick with sleep."
"Mmmmmmm," Donna breathed, her nostrils flaring with excitement.
She slid her lips tightly over the length of his cock, her fingers squeezing his balls. Her tongue slurped hotly against the underside of his prick tip and ravished him everywhere. She knew her mouth was very hot and soft and she could see by the way that Mike was looking at her that he wasn't far from the razor's edge.
"Baby...."
His cock jerked powerfully against the roof of her mouth. As Mike came fully awake, his libido went into overdrive. He was pulled down quickly into the last few moments of pleasure before he lost all control.
"Ohhhh, damn!"
Donna took him deep, his cock tip brushing her throat again. He fell back on the blanket and flopped his head from side to side as she crawled up onto his thighs and kept her mouth and tongue working furiously.
With a shuddering convulsion that ran through his belly and thighs, Mike came. His hot cream boiled thickly into Donna's mouth and she gulped it down hungrily and sucked for more. Her tongue rode forward and back, caressing his tender prick. Each caress made him spurt stronger.
Donna suckled until the white froth around her mouth dripped down her fingers. She held Mike's cock gently and continued to pull the stringy seed from his balls until at last he begged her to stop.
"You got it all, baby."
Donna slipped her mouth free and ran her tongue around in a circle. The rich cum was smeared everywhere and she didn't want to wipe it off. She lay her cheek against Mike's belly and closed her eyes. He petted her head. She felt contented and very grown up.
One the drive back to town, Mike was quiet. Donna was too tired to talk much herself. She combed her long hair and tried to guess her new lover's mood. At last he revealed what he'd been thinking.
"I've got a problem."
"What's that?" Donna asked, watching him expectantly.
"You. I can't make this official, you know. I can't be seen ferrying a high school nymph around town."
"Your image?" Donna put in.
"Hell, it would be my career! I'm not kidding."
"I know. I wouldn't ever say anything."
"But I would like to see you again." He reached to touch her hand. "After I sort things out."
Donna translated this to something like, don't call me, I'll call you. She tried not to let her disappointment show.
"I'll be around whenever you need me. I might even take up tennis."
Mike looked at her again. "Funny, but I still keep thinking I know you from somewhere."
Donna wasn't going to spring that surprise on him, not just yet. It was a secret that might come in handy later on. She took Mike's hand and kissed the palm with her tongue. He was able to take only a few seconds of this before pulling it away.
"I'm too old to get addicted to someone," he murmured.
"But I think you're catching the habit," Donna smiled back. Though she knew Mike was a bit spooked by her age and passion, she was pretty sure she could make him beg for it. A couple of nights of thinking about her would probably do it.
Mike dropped her off in an area where no one would notice who was getting out of his car. She refused the taxi fare he offered, but he insisted. She didn't look at the wad of bills he'd pushed into her hand until he'd driven away.
"Fifty bucks!" It was something more than mere taxi fare. Donna stopped in a store on the way home and bought herself three new pairs of panties and a cute top. There were some shorts on sale so she got those too.
"Now I know why Beth is working on him. She's trying to addict him too. I wouldn't be surprised if she was planning to drag him down the aisle."
* * *
It was early the next afternoon when Barry called again. Donna asked him how he was and dropped a few sultry innuendos but he was calling for Beth and at last she had to hand the phone to her sister. Beth joined Donna in the kitchen a few minutes later.
"Shit," she mumbled, "I guess I'm going to have to let him come over tonight."
"You've been putting the poor guy off a lot lately."
Beth made a face. "He found out the folks are going away for the weekend. I'm sure he's hoping he can get me worked up enough to let him spend the night."
Donna poured herself a glass of milk. "I don't know why you play so hard to get. Barry's really sexy and I'll bet you're no virgin."
Beth glared at her young sister. "That's none of your business. But being or not being a virgin has nothing to do with it. Some men have to get a taste of you to become your slave. Others, like Barry, just need a whiff. If I let him do what he wanted to do, he might stop worshiping me as the untouchable princess."
Donna thought about this. She wished she had her sister's will power. When it came to getting it on, she was already past redemption. Whenever she was in the presence of a male she could think of only one thing-the quickest way to get his cock in her mouth or in her pussy. She'd been that way ever since she'd seduced Jimmy, the paperboy.
"So, Barry's coming over tonight?" Donna asked.
"Yeah. I'll fix something heavy for supper. Maybe that'll slow him down."
Donna had other ideas. Even after her wild afternoon with Mike, she was growing horny again. With Barry around, she might find a chance to have a bit of fun. Besides, she'd learned a few new tricks and she was itching to try them out.
* * *
It was three hours later when Donna finish ed her bath and slipped into a pair of her new shorts. They were the shiny, satiny kinds that hung loose around her thighs, leaving plenty of room down there for a finger-or something else. The doorbell sounded.
"Get that, Donna," Beth called from her room. "Tell Barry I'll be down after I finish my bath."
Donna wiggled into a light blue top to match the dark blue of her shorts. She bounded downstairs on bare feet, excited that she'd be the one to greet Barry. While Beth played her hard-to-get game, she was going to have a chance to play with the boyfriend.
"Hi!" she said brightly, holding the door open.
Barry gave her a half-smile and came in. His white cotton pants were pressed and his muscles rippled under his striped t-shirt. Donna licked her lips in anticipation. She walked ahead of him towards the front room, making sure he saw the bounce of her firm ass inside the jogging shorts. She knew how loose shorts could be a turn on, especially for a sports-minded guy like Barry. He looked a tad disappointed when she told him Beth was only beginning her bath.
"Don't worry, I'll entertain you." Donna told him.
"That's what I'm afraid of."
"I had a great time that day at your place," Donna said, taking his hand and leading him to the sofa. Barry sat down reluctantly and she wasted no time snuggling up close, her thigh warm against his white duck pants. Barry chewed his lip.
"Let's forget all about that," he said.
"You can't forget things like that. Just try and forget how I sucked your cock."
Barry grimaced. "Hey, you'd better cool it. Beth is right upstairs."
"She can't hear us. She'll be in the tub finger-fucking herself for another hour."
Barry blushed again. "What do you mean by that?"
"She's not planning to let you have anything tonight, dummy. You might as well enjoy my company. I don't play prick tease games."
"You can say that again."
Barry tried to get up but Donna pulled him back and slid her arm around his neck. Half-turning, she pressed a tit against his arm and nuzzled the side of his face. There wasn't any doubt that the crotch of his pants was being pushed out of shape.
"I really love you, Barry." Donna wasn't absolutely sure-of that, but it was a sexy thing to say and she was very interested in sex.
"Listen, why don't I come back in an hour?"
Donna licked his earlobe and felt the shudder run through his body. Her hand crept up his thigh. She rubbed her titty against his arm. Her top was thin enough so that he had to feel her swollen nipple. Her tongue worked along the upper curl of his ear now and Barry closed his eyes and let out a tight breath.
"Damn it, Donna-"
"You smell good." She kissed her way around to his chin. Barry sighed and pulled her into his arms. He kissed her deeply, his tongue stabbing in and out of between her teeth.
Donna used this breathless moment to unzip Barry's fly. He kissed her deeper yet as her fingers got under the elastic of his skivvies and encircled the shaft of his big hot cock.
Barry broke the kiss off and panted against Donna's ear. She had him now, she knew she did. She jacked the skin of his prick up and down, feeling the swollen knob swell even bigger.
"There's time for a quick one," she whispered, her voice husky with sex.
"You're crazy, you know that?"
"No. I'm just in a rather warm mood."
"Right here on the couch?"
"I wouldn't even have to take off my shorts. Would you believe I'm not wearing any panties underneath?"
"Yeah, I believe it."
Donna was already sliding his pants down, his skivvies too. Barry breathed wildly. The idea of fucking Beth's little sister on the downstairs sofa obviously appealed to him. Donna smiled confidently as she ran her palms over Barry's bare ass. He pulled her under him and she bent her knees up. With one hand she held the crotch of her jogging shorts to one side, with the other she guided Barry's throbbing prick against the glistening folds of her young pussy.
"Oh, this is gonna be good," she moaned. "You'd better get out your handkerchief so we'll be able to mop up when we're through.
"Donna," Barry sighed, kissing her neck wetly. She worked her top up high enough so that he could get to her titties. He licked and sucked each of her nipples as she pressed her hands against his face.
Barry humped his back up and Donna felt the smooth, slick head of his cock stab up into her pussy. He was wet with her flooding juices and as she fucked deeper, more slickness bathing his cockshaft. The slurpy sound was louder now. Donna shivered with pleasure. It was excruciatingly sexy to be fucking with her shorts on. There was something wicked about doing it without undressing. She dug fingers into Barry's ass cheeks, pulling him even deeper inside her.
"Ahhhhhh," she gasped, "that's what I've been needing."
"Donna, baby! You're so hot and tight."
She parted her knees a bit farther, letting the full-length of his cock go into her. Barry fucked her with long, slow thrusts, his balls humping her each time he got it in good. Donna knew her shorts were getting a bit damp from her overflow, but she didn't care. It was a glorious fuck and she wanted to savor every second. Barry began to hurry, his breathing ragged. Donna knew he was scared that Beth might come down. He was trying to get his rocks off and cool down before he had to face her. But Donna wasn't so eager to end this little moment in paradise.
"Hey, what's happening?" Barry gasped as she wriggled free of him.
"Why don't you sit on the edge of the sofa and I'll sit on your lap facing you."
"We don't have time for all this!"
"We've got plenty of time." Donna kissed his mouth. "Come on. It'll be fun."
With his pants and skivvies at his knees, Barry sat where she told him. Donna straddled his waist and lowered herself down, keeping the crotch of her jogging shorts stretched to the side. His cock went into her, a feverish spear of meat. She wiggled from side to side as she let her weight force her pussy down around him.
"Isn't that nice?" she babbled, licking his chin and mouth before her tongue pushed in deep.
"Yes," Barry grunted. His eyes were glazed and his fingers dug into her ass, feeling the sexy, rhythmic way she moved.
"Mmmmmmm, it really goes in deep this way!"
"You're like fire inside. God, Donna, you...."
She stopped his words with another kiss, her fingers teasing the hair at the back of his neck, her thighs squeezing him. They sat facing each other, her legs scissored at his waist, her arms around his neck. His cock was pressing up against the very end of her pussy and the itchy tingle felt wonderful.
Barry kept touching her long, brown locks, kissing her ears. His prick throbbed and swelled. She could squeeze it with her muscles, then let the ripples go along the full length of her pussy. Her soft, slick insides caressed him as she tilted her hips one way and then the other.
"Mmmmmmm, I like this." Donna whispered. "Don't you?"
Barry rammed his tongue into her mouth for an answer.
CHAPTER SEVEN
With Barry's prick so very deep inside her, Donna's clit was being rubbed in the most wonderful way. She could vary the friction against her smoldering nubbin by subtle movements that Barry was hardly aware of. She felt the rub quicken as she arched her back so that her pubes parted, the inner folds fanning out. Her clit bulged against Barry's pubic bone and was excited by the thatch of his cock curls. The tickle grew quickly. Donna felt this secret excitement deeply and didn't want to give it away. She wanted to feel it happen to her, wanted to savor every maddening stage.
Keeping her breathing in control, she rocked forward and back on the hot spike of Barry's cock. She knew he wasn't as close as she was and she wanted to keep things that way. She had a great idea for the finale.
"Mmmmmm, kiss me on my mouth!"
Barry kissed her and it was a great kiss. Donna hoped that her passion wasn't giving her away. The tickle around her clit had become so intense that it felt as if a white-hot coal were nestled there. She urged the pleasure on, rubbing herself with quick, jerky movements as the muscles of her pussy began to close around Barry's big cock.
"Ohhh, ohhhhhhh!"
"What's happening? You gonna come?"
"Just hold me, Barry. Hold me real tight!"
Her excitement peaked with tremors of lust that made her belly heave. Keeping the passion bottled, Donna bit her lip and whimpered soft cries of lust against Barry's shoulder as her ass danced upon his swollen cock. Her pussy convulsed and her clit seemed to burst into sudden flames. It was a quiet, sharp come and as her head flopped back Barry kissed her long neck with passion. The excitement continued.
"You're getting it, aren't you?" he panted.
"Wait for me, here I come too."
"No. Don't come yet!"
Donna wanted this moment all to herself. She wanted to come with Barry's hard, hot cock steady in her cunt. She wanted to feel it there like an eternal spike of pleasure for her. She kept writhing and bucking, her pussy opening and closing around the base of his cockshaft. Her juices were musky and hot and the sound of her pussylips against his prick was wonderful. Finally, she sagged against him.
"Ohhhh, there! That was really out of sight!"
"I didn't know you were coming," Barry breathed against her ear.
"I wanted it like that. Now it's time for your surprise."
"Huh?"
Donna eased her body up until Barry's glossy cock flopped free. She knelt between his knees then and caught his beautiful prick in her fingers. Her mouth fit around his darkened cock tip and she began to suck him with all the energy left in her. In only seconds she felt the furious thumping of the muscles behind his balls. She ran her fingers back there and pressed gently as eh continued her blow-job. Barry had to put his hands out to keep from falling over.
"God damn!"
It had been a happy accident. Donna realized that a subtle touch against that magic place could keep a male from spurting. She pressed harder, then took her hand away all together. Once again, the thumping, throbbing power of the muscles returned.
"Donna, you're gonna kill me doing that."
"Yyhhhuuummmmm," she cooed, pressing with her middle finger again. The lump quivered and Barry's balls drew up in their sac. She let her lips slide tightly up and down his prick. Her tongue did naughty things to his cockhead. Spit trickled down to make bright jewels in the curls of his pubic hair. Donna figured it was time to let Barry run free. She slid her fingers away from his groin and immediately his cock jerked against the roof of her mouth. The hot, hard thumping began, his cock tip bulging rhythmically as the blood pressure increased. Barry slumped back on the sofa and his balls let go.
"Gllluuuhhh." Donna babbled, the white strings sliding from the corners of her mouth.
A steady drip of cum from her chin wet Barry's rumpled shorts. She kept sucking, giving him her very best technique. Her tongue curved erotically around his cockshaft to pull the thick cream forward in spattering glops that wet the back of her throat. She squeezed his balls as each strong sruge let more cum boil out.
"Suck it, baby, suck it good!"
Mmmmmyyyuuummmm," Donna moaned through flared nostrils.
An upstairs door closed. Donna popped her mouth free and clutched Barry's handkerchief to her lips. She wiped her chin and the sticky places between her fingers. Barry was struggling weakly to pull his pants back up.
"You'd better hurry," Donna giggled. "I think I'll get out of here before my sister smells my cunt."
Barry limped towards a downstairs bathroom and managed to get the door shut a moment before Beth appeared on the stairs. Donna hurried to the kitchen. Her legs were too weak for much running, so she sauntered with affected cool out into the back yard. With a little luck, Beth wouldn't sniff out the truth.
After fifteen minutes, Donna went back in. Beth and Barry were chatting over glasses of wine. Barry had managed to pull himself back together, though his cheeks were flushed more than usual. Donna smiled at him as she crossed the room.
Barry tried to avoid her eyes, but when Beth looked the other way, Donna ran her tongue along her upper lip and winked. Barry smiled and quickly poured more wine into his already full glass.
Scampering upstairs, Donna flung herself across her bed to enjoy a replay of the scene she'd just enjoyed. Her cunt was so swollen that the dainty inner lips had pushed out beyond her plump mound. She fingered some of the pink flesh and trembled at the thought of Barry's cock fitting so deeply into her belly.
"I love fucking," she whispered. "I won't ever get enough."
* * *
It was after ten o'clock before Barry finally got the message that Beth wasn't in the mood for fun and games. Donna had been drifting around, trying to pick up on the conversation whenever she could. Beth had let him get his finger into her cunt this time, but she wouldn't let him go any further. Donna knew her sister well enough to sense when she was excited. Unless she was mistaken, Beth had managed to come while Barry fooled around in her pants. She hadn't given herself away, though. She'd pretended that she wasn't feeling well and turned all her switches to no-go.
By this time, Donna was once again on the make. The more fucking she got, the more she needed it. The quickie with Barry had lasted her only a few hours. She needed another workout before she would be able to go to sleep.
Barry had kissed Beth goodby and headed towards his car when Donna stepped out of the shadows of the open garage.
"Don't go away mad," she teased.
"What are you doing out here?" He grabbed the door handle of his car but didn't open it.
"Waiting for you. There's an old mattress in the garage-"
"Oh no you don't," Barry said, shaking his head. "I'm getting out of here. Your sister is a nun and you're a nymphomaniac. I think you're both crazy."
"Barry," Donna said, raising her voice for emphasis. "If you don't come in here with me right now, I'm going to tell Beth about what you did to me tonight."
Barry's face went white. Even in the dim light, Donna could see how scared he was.
"You wouldn't do that, would you?"
"I certainly would. Unless you come inside the garage with me, of course."
Barry jingled his car keys. "I'd better drive down the block and park. If Beth doesn't hear me leave she'll think something's wrong."
"Okay." Donna lifted her chin. "Just don't forget what I said."
Donna had to wait only a few minutes.
Barry came up across the lawn and into the darkness of the garage. He was out of breath from running.
"What do you want me to do?"
"Eat my pussy. I've been thinking about it until I'm half out of my mind."
Donna got down on the dusty mattress and skinned off her jogging shorts. Barry got down between her bent knees and eased the lips of her pussy apart with gentle fingers. He kissed her first, then began to lick her swollen, shiny flesh. Her juices began to drip again as the lovely tickle made her belly heave with lust.
"That's beautiful," she gasped, digging her fine fingers into his hair. "Ohhhh, yesssss!"
Donna pressed her fingers against the back of his head, pulling him forward into the hot drippy heat of her pussy. She worked her hips violently from side to side, rubbing her sex juice over his chin and cheeks.
"Uhhhhnnnnn," she moaned, plunging her ass faster.
Barry's tongue fanned her clit. Her back arched away from the old mattress as he slipped his middle finger into her pussy.
"Ahhhh, ahhhhhhh!" Donna whimpered, wallowing in a frenzy of lust. Her knees drew back against her titties as she gave him everything she had. Barry was excited now, his mouth sliding up and down her cunt slit, his tongue spearing and dancing along the sensitive surfaces. He finger-fucked her while he ate her and Donna knew it wasn't going to be but a few more seconds before she exploded.
"Bite me a little!" she begged. Barry nibbled one fat lip of her cunt, then the other. Her clit jutted out to meet his tongue. Donna squirmed like she'd written the book on squirming. It was getting good, it was getting real good!
She came with powerful convulsions of her cunt that closed around Barry's finger. His lips slid slickly against her feverish pussyflesh, his tongue ravished her clit. She gave a scream, then tried to choke off another. She didn't want Beth to find her like this.
"Ohhhh, eat me all up!" she growled, pulling Barry's hair in an effort to get his mouth even tighter against her cunt. She thumped her heels against the mattress and her head flopped weakly from side to side. Barry devoured her hot, young cunt until at last she quivered and went limp. He wiped an arm across his mouth and stood up.
"You won't tell Beth about anything, will you?"
"You're really hung up on her, aren't you?" Donna managed to say. Her heart was still pounding in her chest.
"I'd like to ask her to marry me," Barry admitted.
"Might not be a bad idea. That way you could fuck little sister when Beth wasn't in the mood." Donna gave a weak laugh. "Chances are I'd get a lot of action, 'cause Beth is not going to give you much of anything."
"It would be different if we were married."
Donna wanted very badly to break Barry's balloon. She wanted to tell him that Beth was more than willing to give favors to a man if she thought she was going to reap a benefit in return. She wanted to blurt out how she'd watched her prim older sister give her lawyer boss a good hot piece of pussy right there in his office. But she didn't say any of these things.
"Well, thanks for licking my cunt," she said at last.
Barry stood there looking at her for another whole minute before he knelt and gave her shoulder a squeeze.
"I guess I enjoyed it too. Even if you are crazy."
He was gone before Donna could think of what to say in reply. She rose from the mattress, dusted herself off and went inside. Beth was in her bedroom getting ready for bed. Her big tits pushed out her nightgown and as she brushed her dark hair down, she hummed a popular tune. Donna leaned in the doorway, watching her.
"I don't see how you can let Barry get all hot and heavy and then turn him off. Don't you ever get the urge to let him do what he's dying to do?"
Beth whirled. "I hope you haven't been snooping on me again, little Sister. I don't pry into your private life."
"Maybe I feel sorry for Barry. He's such a dumb bunny, waiting for you to come across."
Beth's eyes narrowed with anger. "I've got a reason for my actions. But then you wouldn't understand about will power. I'll bet if you were dating Barry, you'd let him do any damned thing he wants on the first date."
Donna smiled but chose not to answer. When her big sister went into the bathroom, she went quickly to her dresser and began the search. She found what she was looking under a neatly folded pile of panties. It was big, about nine inches worth, and the smooth rubber was ribbed in all the right places and the knobbed head was very realistic, if a bit on the large size. Donna could imagine how that thing would feel poking into her cunt.
"I knew she had a friend hidden in here somewhere," Donna breathed to herself. She put the large rubber cock back under the undies and shut the drawer. She couldn't resist the sudden urge to hide and watch what her sister might do with that thing.
Slipping into the closet, she pulled the door shut and waited. Sure enough, when Beth came out of the bathroom, she assumed that Donna had gone off to her own room. Beth put a small jar of something on her bed table and went to her dresser.
Donna felt a thrill as she watched Beth pull the rubber cock from under the panties and return to the bed with it. Beth's face was flushed and she was breathing rapidly. She lay on her back with her gown pulled up around her waist, the cock in her right hand.
Holding the open jar down, she dipped the head of the cock into the white cream and smeared it back along the shaft with trembling fingers. Donna was about to come unglued. She'd never watched another female do anything like this and the fact that it was her sister made the moment all the more exciting.
Beth was much plumper through the belly and hips than was Donna. She opened her knees to reveal a fat cunt that was already glossy with dripping juice. She eased the head of the rubber cock up and down her cunt slit until the inner folds blossomed out and her pussy was clearly exposed. Gently, the head was pushed into her body.
"Uhhhhh," Beth gasped, thrusting the stiff thing another six inches deep. Her ass worked in a slow, circular way as she began to push the rubber prick in and out of her pussy. There were soft, sexy sounds of clinging cuntflesh as the shaft disappeared and reappeared again. Donna stared wide-eyed.
"Ohhhh, that's good and hard," Beth groaned.
It looked like fun all right, but Donna couldn't understand why Beth would prefer this rubber thing to the real, flesh and blood cock a boy had hanging between his legs. She probably didn't really prefer it. She just couldn't let live cock interfere with her game plan.
Donna waited until her sister was really getting it on and then got to her hands and knees and crawled from the closet and into the hall. She went naked to her bed while crazy images spun through her mind. Even with her pussy freshly eaten, she was wanting sex again. She began to play with herself. Her finger brought fresh juice to the lips of her pussy. She was a bit sore down there from all the action she'd so recently enjoyed.
"Whhhuhhh," she moaned, pumping her hips as her middle finger slid gingerly against her clit, then dove into her tight, hot cunt hole. Her mind returned to that weird-looking rubber cock her sister had. At last, Donna crept from her bed and tip-toed back down the hall.
Beth was asleep on her back, her legs still spread. The rubber cock lay a few inches from her swollen cunt hole, its smooth rubber surface still glossy with juice. Donna picked it up and quietly made her way out of the room. Her heart was beating fast as she got into her own bed, lay on her back, and pressed the head of the cock into her pussy slit.
"Uhhh, that isn't so bad at all," she babbled, feeling the large, flared cockhead plow its way through her pink flesh, opening her for the shaft. "Ohhhhhh!"
She began to fuck herself with the cock, letting it go deeper each time, pulling it all the way out so she could feel that enormous, rubber head. Her muscles squeezed the dildo just like it was the real thing. She closed her eyes and imagined Mike on top of her, his belly heaving as he thrust.
"Yeah!"
It felt even better when she drew her heels back against her thighs. Her knees were bent and almost touching her titties. She could open herself that way, exposing all of her pussyflesh to the slickened tip of the cock. It felt incredibly good to rub it all around her cunt mound, then suddenly stab it deep into her body again. As his prick went to the hilt, her muscles spasmed about the base. It was all she could do to pull it free once more.
"Uhhh, this isn't gonna take long," Donna gasped, her eyes pinched shut. Her mouth was slack as she panted faster. Her fingers clutched the base of the rubber cock as she pulled it out of her cunt hole and rubbed it gently across her clit. Obeying a sudden urge, she put the dildo to her mouth and sucked it as she shoved it back to her tonsils. It wasn't as soft and delicate as a real cock but the taste of her own juices heightened her excitement.
"Mhhhuuummmm," she moaned, her tongue riding along the. underside of the dildo. Quickly then, she returned the hard, slick cock to her pussy. Pushing it all the way into herself, she rolled onto her belly, pinched her thighs shut and hugged a pillow under her.
"Mike," she gasped, kissing the pillow as she pumped her slim ass up and down. "Ohhhh, Mike!"
She came sharply, her breath catching in her throat. Her cunt squeezed the rubber cock tightly as the spasms wracked her. She squirmed furiously against the bed as she opened her long legs, then shut them again. Her ass cheeks dimpled as she pinched them together in the ecstatic throes of her come.
"Whhuuh, ohhhh shit that's good!"
Donna hugged the pillow harder, biting it, kissing it. Her hips plunged up and down. Inside her pussy, the rubber cock seemed to swell and pulse. Donna knew it was her overworked imagination, but she enjoyed the illusion.
"Ohhhh, Mike, come inside me! Come inside me now!"
Donna could almost feel the hot spurts of cum. She imagined Mike's body rubbing against her flat belly. She thought of the way he breathed when he was on the verge of coming and the sighs of relief when his cream boiled into her mouth or cunt.
At last her tremors died away and Donna once again lay alone on her own bed with the rubber cock. Her dream had evaporated. She felt a bit let down and very tired.
"That's the trouble with these damned things," she cursed, jerking the dildo from her pussy. "You can't talk to them after its over."
One thing she knew for sure. She was missing Mike terribly. She would have to make a special effort to get by the tennis court tomorrow. If she couldn't find him there, she'd just have to get her courage together for an assault on his office.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Sure enough, Donna woke up with the worst case of the hots she'd ever had. She just couldn't get enough fucking or sucking. She was tempted to use the rubber cock on herself again, but decided she'd better return it to her sister before it was discovered missing.
Beth was still dead to the world when Donna looked in. Donna put the dildo back on the bed and hurried back to her own bedroom. She slipped a robe over her nakedness and went downstairs for a glass of orange juice.
She was looking out the back window and thinking about sex when she saw Jimmy. He was riding down the alley, his eyes searching her back yard. Donna smiled to herself. She could remember the details of that first time with the awkward paperboy and couldn't help but laugh. Jimmy rode by again, this time in the other direction. Donna put her dirty glass in the sink and took a breath.
"If he comes by one more time, I think I'm gonna call him over."
Sure enough, his bicycle appeared from behind the Johnson's garage as he wheeled slowly past Donna's yard. She pushed the screen open and waved while taking a quick look to see if there were any neighbors around. Poor Jimmy almost crashed as he slid to a stop and leaned his bike against the garage. He high-tailed it up the back walk and into the kitchen.
"Hi, Donna!" he said, his eyes bright with anticipation.
She stood there with her hands on her hips, a stern expression on her face.
"Have you kept your part of the bargain?"
"You mean about not telling anybody?" Jimmy strangled his baseball cap in both hands. "I wouldn't do anything like that, Donna." He looked a bit hurt.
Donna was surprised at the way her cunt was getting all hot and mushy. Maybe Jimmy hadn't been all that bad after all. Besides, any kind of sex was better than no sex at all. She took his hand and led him from the kitchen.
"My sister is asleep upstairs, so we'll have to use the downstairs guest room." She pulled him along the hall, her fingers tightening on his excitedly. Yes, she was looking forward to this.
When they stood facing each other with the door safely closed, she opened her robe to reveal her slim, naked body. Jimmy's mouth fell open and he started to breathe faster.
"We don't have much time."
Jimmy put his arms around her and kissed her mouth. His kissing technique hadn't improved much since last time, but Donna sucked his tongue and nibbled his lips to show him how.
"Come on, let's get you undressed."
With his pants off, Donna got his slender cock between her palms and rubbed it hard. Jimmy's cock tip was dark now and the flared edge of his prick looked ready for licking. She put her mouth around him and took the full-length with one gulp. Jimmy gave a moan and flopped his legs. After sucking Mike's huge prick, Donna realized she could go even further with Jimmy. Opening her jaws again, she managed to get his balls inside her mouth too. It was a tight fit, and his cockhead was threatening to choke her, but she did it.
"Oh, far out!" Jimmy babbled, pumping his hips, then touching the place where all of him disappeared under Donna's soft lips. Donna's tongue washed his cock thoroughly, wetting every square inch, then doing it again. Her cheeks bulged with the boy's cock meat. She could feel both of his delicate eggs as they squished around in their sac.
Donna took her mouth away from him and lay on her back. Jimmy watched her as she drew her heels back against her ass and opened her knees as wide as they would go.
"Why don't you do that to me, now?"
"I never kissed a girl down there," Jimmy whispered. "But I'll try."
Donna threw her head back and waited with nervous excitement. The first thing she felt was the lightest touch of something against her pubes. Jimmy's tongue. It was hot and teasing, but he wasn't really doing much. She rolled her hips slightly.
"Go on. Lick me!"
He licked her. Starting at the place where her cunt slit began, he came up towards her pussy hole and brushed wetly over her clit. A tremor made her jerk.
"That little bump, see it?"
"Yeah."
"Lick me there. Really slow and soft."
Jimmy's tongue was doing better now. He wet the flesh around her clit and then petted the pulsing nub itself. Donna squirmed around more violently, her breath coming in quick hard gasps.
"Ahhh, ahhhhhhh."
Jimmy shocked her then. He pointed his tongue and pushed it into her pussy hole. She was surprised at how deep he was able to do it. Tongue-fucking, even Barry hadn't gone this far!
"Oh Jimmeeeeee, do that some more!"
Jimmy pushed his tongue into the soft pink flesh of her cunt crevice, then deeper past the circle of muscles that guarded her pussy hole. She tightened her cunt and made a sound in her throat. His lips were against her cunt as he continued to tongue-fuck her with a gentle rhythm.
"Now, my clit again. Ohhhh, hurry!"
Jimmy sucked Donna's clit furiously. Donna pumped her ass up and down and grabbed the boy's head to keep his face tight against her juicy, throbbing pussy.
"Nhhhhhuuuuhh," she groaned, her smooth belly heaving up and down.
Jimmy wallowed his face and mouth back and forth across her swollen pubes. He was getting the hang of it.
"Oh wow. I know I can come good now," Donna babbled, pulling him up over her. "Let's fuck!"
Jimmy's face beamed as he tried to get his cock into her pussy. Donna had to help the overeager boy. His slender prick felt nice going past her muscles, then stabbing into the feverish softness of her pussy. She wiggled and squirmed, letting her insides wash the sensitive surface of his cock with slickness.
"I want to marry you, Donna." Jimmy said. His adoring eyes reminded her of a puppy she'd once had.
"That's a sweet thing to say. But I don't want to think about getting married just yet. Let's just enjoy ourselves."
Jimmy kissed her shoulder and neck. He was growing harder and his cock tip bulged against her dainty inner flesh. Donna bent her knees and crossed her ankles above his ass. The boy humped wildly now, his excitement running away with him.
It didn't matter. She was very close to coming. After Jimmy's sweet cunt-licking, her pussy was primed. She pumped her ass faster, urging the boy to have at her any way he wanted. He wanted a good hard banging fuck, and it suited Donna's mood-quick and hot and sharp.
"Donna ... god damn...!"
She held tightly to his writhing body, her thighs squeezing his waist as his ass thrust with the fury of a small, hungry animal. His cock stabbed and rubbed her flooding cunt. She could feel the hot, spongy prick tip and the rigid meat under it. She could feel him so good!
Donna kissed the boy's mussed hair and he began to whimper against her neck like a hurt child. He wasn't hurt though. He was whimpering with too much pleasure. His body was rigid as he twisted in the agony of his come. Donna gave a cry of lust as her pussy convulsed around the slender cockshaft Jimmy was thrusting in and out of her.
"Ohhhh come, ohhhh fuck me good and fast, Jimmy! Come, come, come. Fuck, fuck, fuck, ohhhhhhh!"
She was going off right with him, their bodies squirming like snakes wound together. She bit his shoulder and he returned the bite. His ass bobbed up and down, then tore wildly from side to side. He wallowed in the slick heat of her pussy. His prick spattered out cream everywhere. Donna even felt a few drops spurt up along her tummy as Jimmy's prick popped out of her. He quickly got it back in and tamped the next rush of cream into the very deepest part of her cunt.
"There," she said, petting his head, "it's okay now."
Jimmy was crying with relief, his chest wracked with dry sobs. At last he calmed and lay panting against her tits. Her cunt kept tightening and loosening, milking his prick for every last drop of cum.
"You'd better get dressed and get out of her now," she warned. "My big sister wouldn't understand if she caught us like this."
"Guess you're right," Jimmy said, his face bleak.
Donna got a towel to wipe the spot on the bed and then pressed it against her pussy. It had been a surprisingly good fuck. She realized that Jimmy was going to be the one who could take up the slack in her life. He could fill out those flat times, the times when she was horny and there weren't any men around. She smiled as she watched him dress.
"Can I see you again pretty soon?" the boys asked, fumbling with his baseball cap.
"Only if you keep that promise. If I ever find out you've said anything to anybody about what we do, I'll never look at you again."
Jimmy fell to his knees and hugged her legs hard. She felt his lips against the curls of her pussy.
"I'd never tell anyone. I love you, Donna."
Donna pulled him onto his feet and, pushing his cap back, kissed his mouth. She held his face with both hands, turning it to the side so she could get her tongue deep, really deep. The kiss made Jimmy whimper like he was going to cry again.
"Until next time," she whispered, playing up the love scene a bit for his benefit. Jimmy ate it up. She walked him to the door and watched as he went back to the alley for his bike. He rode off energetically, his face beaming proudly.
Donna swiped a finger through her cunt crevice and licked the cummy gloss off. Again, her thoughts were of Mike. She was just going to have to do something about him. She went back to her room, stripped her robe and jumped in the shower. By the time her sister had come downstairs, she was dressed and having breakfast.
"When are mom and dad coming back?" she asked.
"Tomorrow night." Beth yawned. "Got one more night to play."
"Don't tell me you're going to party two nights in a row. Aren't you afraid you might get overtired?"
"Don't be such a smart-ass." Beth poured a cup of coffee and sat down. "I just had Barry over because he's been hounding me."
"Barry's nice," Donna put in. She had to bite her tongue as she remembered just how nice Barry had been to her on that mattress in the garage.
"Sure he's nice." Beth's face changed and it was obvious she was thinking of someone other than Barry. Donna was thinking the same thing.
"Gotta go." Donna chirped, washing a piece of toast down with her orange juice. She laced on her tennies, took one last look at herself in the hall mirror, and headed for the door.
Once in the park, Donna wasted no time getting to the tennis courts. She'd even stopped by a girlfriend's house to borrow a racket and a scruffy old ball so she'd look more the part. To her disappointment, Mike wasn't around. But she knew he liked to play on Saturday mornings, and decided to hang around. She batted a ball against the practice wall until she tired of chasing it. Still, no Mike.
A fat woman in need of a partner asked if she wanted to play. Donna killed a little time doing that, but the woman wasn't even as good as she was and it was boring waiting for her to run after every ball. Donna was about to give the morning up as a lost cause when she spied Mike's red Porsche. Her heart fluttered.
"Here comes my friend," she told the fat woman. "Maybe we'll play again together sometime." Donna hoped she wouldn't be so lucky. As Mike parked and got out of his car, though, her heart fell. He wasn't alone. What made it worse was that Donna knew the blonde he had on his arm.
"Well, hello," Mike said when he saw Donna.
"I was waiting for you but I didn't know you'd have company."
Mike pulled the curvaceous blonde forward. "Mary, I'd like you to meet Rhonda."
"Hi," Donna mumbled, plucking at the strings of her racket.
"Yes," the stunning blonde said, "we've already met. How are you Mary?"
Donna's heart slipped down another notch. If Rhonda blew the whistle on her little charade, Mike would have nothing more to do with her. She knew he wouldn't want to mess with his secretary's kid sister.
"Mike insisted that I come here with him," Rhonda said. "I'm really very bored with tennis. I'm much better at other sports." The sensuous glide of her voice left little doubt just what sports she had in mind.
Donna giggled, despite her nervousness.
"So you're a friend of Mike's?" Rhonda asked.
Donna blushed violently. "Yes."
Rhonda laughed easily. "Oh, I see. Very close friends."
"Hey, you two. No fair comparing notes."
Rhonda turned to him. "She's a little young, don't you think?" She gave Donna's legs a good look. "Can't say I blame you, though. She's a pretty little thing." , Donna gave the blonde a weak smile. Rhonda took her hand and led her away from Mike. Cupping a hand she leaned close to Donna's ear.
"Did you have any fun with Barry the other day? I'll bet you came over to beat your sister to the punch, right?"
"Well ... I...."
"Don't be embarrassed." Rhonda squeezed her hand. "When I asked Barry if Beth's little sister had given him a message, he turned three shades of purple. He's such a prude at times. I hope you gave him a good working over."
Mike swung his racket at an imaginary ball.
"Break it up, you two. You're making me nervous."
"You should be nervous," Rhonda said, taking Donna's hand as they walked back towards him. "I think the two of us would rather do something else besides play tennis."
"What do you have in mind?" Mike said, looking at them suspiciously.
"Let's go to your place," Rhonda said.
"We can have a pajama party-without our pajamas."
Mike put up a hand in protest. "You said yourself that she was a bit young. Why don't we drop Mary off somewhere and you and I can go have that party?"
Rhonda tossed her thick, blonde mane and pouted.
"Either she goes with us, or the party is off." She put her perfect nose high into the air and folded her arms to wait.
Donna felt funny in the stomach. Just what was Rhonda trying to do? What kind of party did she have in mind? It would be two females to one male. How did that sort of thing work?
"Well?" Rhonda murmured.
"Okay," Mike shrugged. "Maybe I didn't want to play tennis anyway."
As the three of them squeezed into the Porsche, Rhonda poked Mike in the ribs.
"You're just worried about your precious career. Do you think either of us are going to spread it over town that Mike Loggins indulges in orgies? We're ladies! We wouldn't do that. Would we, Mary?"
"Of course not." Donna was beginning to enjoy herself. Rhonda seemed to know the ropes when it came to men. Maybe she could learn a few things. But as they drew near Mike's place, he got more and more nervous.
Still, Rhonda seemed to be enjoying herself immensely.
"If you're that much of a scardy cat, why don't you let Mary out here and she can walk up to the door after we've gone inside."
Mark braked and Donna got out. Rhonda squeezed her hand. "It's the townhouse on the corner, baby. See you in a few minutes."
When Donna finally knocked on the door, it was opened by the stunning blonde. She had already stripped to a pair of panties and a red lace bra. The bra came off on her way to the bar.
"Let me fix you something," she said to Donna.
"Lemonade and gin if you've got it."
"For you I'll make it special." Donna watched Rhonda's tits jiggle as she stirred the frozen lemonade and poured some into a glass. She added the gin, dropped in a cherry, and handed it to Donna.
The booze warmed her immediately, sweeping away her nervousness. Rhonda was watching her in the weirdest way. She felt strange, as if she'd just entered a whole new world of excitement.
"Listen," she said to the blonde, "if you want to make it with Mike, I'll disappear."
Rhonda smiled and pushed a lock of Donna's hair back from her ear.
"Yes, I want to make it with Mike, but you'll not disappear. You're going to make it with him too. We both are!"
What happened next made Donna's eyes go wide. Rhonda kissed her full on the mouth. It was a soft, sweet kiss that lasted only a moment. It took Donna a while to remember to breathe again. She nervously slugged her drink, half-choking on the sting of the gin. Rhonda's eyes were full of mischief.
"Why don't you undress so we can go have some fun with Mike? He needs a bit of loosening up."
The party progressed quickly. With drinks in hand, the three of them sat naked in the middle of Mike's huge bed and chatted. Every so often, Rhonda would kiss Mike or fondle his cock and from time to time she'd take Donna's fingers and wrap them around Mike's balls. Donna was beginning to feel the gin. She laughed easily as Rhonda joked about Mike's self-image and how he fretted about it all the time.
"Men are so simple," Rhonda told her. "Pussy simple."
Mike smiled and hid in his drink.
"He is a beautiful specimen, though, don't you think?"
"Yes," Donna agreed. She was staring at his cock.
"You must have a very tight pussy," Rhonda said. Donna blushed. Rhonda turned to Mike. "Well, does she?"
His own cheeks darkened. "Yes."
"Don't feel uncomfortable," Rhonda patted his hand. "I already guessed that you've had some fun with Mary. You'd be a fool not to. She's a beautiful child. Say, why don't you lie down here and let me watch Mike try to put his big cock in your sweet little pussy?"
Donna was feeling just loose enough to do what Rhonda suggested. She flopped onto her back and drew up her knees. Looking a bit strained, Mike eased his body down against her. He looked nervous, but his cock was very hard. Donna caught his neck and pulled his mouth down against hers.
"I want to watch it go in," Rhonda said, down on her belly on the bed.
"Ohhhh," Donna squealed, her pussy spasming at the first touch of Mike's hot cock tip.
Mike kissed her deep and sexy as he moved his cock up and down the length of her pussy slit. After a moment, Donna realized that it was Rhonda who was doing the moving. She was holding Mike's cock shaft, petting it against Donna's swollen clit.
"God, ohhhh, god!" Donna bucked excitedly. "Put it in me! Put that prick in me, Rhonda!"
"You've got a beautiful cunt. It's going to be tight, I can see that."
"It made me sore last time, but I don't care."
When Rhonda guided Mike's cock into Donna's pussy, her muscles sucked greedily at the dusky head. She rolled her ass against the bed and Mike gave a short, hard thrust. With a slurp, her juicy folds slid around Mike's cock knob.
"I wish I had a picture of that," Rhonda said, her voice tight with excitement. "You just swallowed him up, Mary. How does it feel?"
"Uhhh, it feels won-der-ful. His cock gouges me when it goes in. The head is so b-b-big."
Rhonda continued to watch. "God, you're juicy. It's running all over the place, and your clit is getting fat. It's cute."
"Wow, it sure feels swollen."
"Here, let me help," Rhonda whispered. She licked her finger and began to massage Donna's clit. She did it so tenderly that Donna was breathless. A woman always knows things about another woman that no man could guess.
"Uhhh, uhhhh, ahhhhh." Donna whined, her hips jerking from side to side as Rhonda's slick fingertip tortured her with mind-stopping pleasure. "Ohh! Wowweeee!"
"Go on," Rhonda told Mike, "put it all the way in."
"I don't want to hurt her. I've got to take it easy."
"I can take it," Donna begged, pressing her sharp heels against Mike's ass. She got between his cheeks and he grunted with excitement and thrust another three inches of rigid cock into her pussy. Donna gave a cry of victory and heeled him again. This time she got all of his prick.
"Yuuuhhhh," she babbled, her tongue hanging out of her mouth. Rhonda took her finger away and cupped Mike's balls.
"Now fuck her good," the blonde breathed.
Mike began to fuck Donna strongly. His prick glided along her rippling, feverish pussyflesh, forcing out rivulets of juice that trickled down her ass and spotted the bed. When he pulled back, more juice overflowed.
"Christ, you're slick as hell," Rhonda said, touching Mike's cock shaft. "I guess her pussy has to get good and juicy to handle a big prick like yours."
"Uhhhuhhhhh, uhhhhhh," Donna moaned, her breath coming as regularly as Mike's cock thrusts.
"I'm hot now," Rhonda said. "Watching you two is better than any movie."
"I'm gonna come if he keeps fucking me like this," Donna cried, her eyes glazed with pleasure.
"We can't have you coming that quickly." Rhonda said, beginning to tug at Mike, pulling him away from Donna. "You'd better fuck me for a while."
Rhonda made Donna help roll Mike onto his back. Donna's cunt was throbbing for more action but as she watched the curvy blonde crawl up to straddle Mike's body, she had a sudden urge to put her pussy against his face. Seeing her intention, Rhonda urged her on.
"Good girl. He'll have to eat his cake and have it too." Rhonda held Mike's cock dantily as she fit her pussy around the head and lowered her weight slowly. She threw her head back and growled as the thick cock meat went in deep. "God damn, that's the best thing in the world!"
Kneeling above Mike's face, Donna lowered her pussy against his mouth. She was facing Rhonda, her hands on her shoulder to steady her. Rhonda watched Donna's expression as Mike began to run his tongue back and forth along her cunt. The sensations were incredible. To watch Rhonda rise up and down the length of Mike's cock while he licked Donna's pussy made the teenager weak with lust. When Rhonda leaned forward and kissed Donna on the mouth, it was even better.
"I'm not gay," Rhonda said, "I'm not even bi. I just like to kiss."
"I see what you mean," Donna panted, opening her lips for another one. While Rhonda's tongue flicked across her lips and teeth, the big-titted blonde rose and fell, fucking herself on Mike's cock.
"This big prick is about to drive me wild," Rhonda growled, caressing one of Donna's tits.
"He is nice and big, isn't he?" They kissed again. Donna realized she was having one hell of a good time.
CHAPTER NINE
"God, I really like to get it deep," Rhonda moaned, squirming in slow circles as she excited herself against Mike's prick. The slick, wet sounds made Donna want that beautiful cock inside her again. Mike's tongue was nice, but she needed fucking!
"Let me have it, Rhonda, please."
"Are you gonna come?"
"If I can just get fucked I will." Donna pumped violently against Mike's hot mouth. Rhonda smiled and lifted herself up slowly. As Mike's cock came free of her lush pussy, it flopped up against his belly. It was very glossy with the blonde's juices and Donna shivered to imagine how easy it was going to slide into her own pussy hole.
"Oh, I need it bad now," she cried, flopping onto her back on the bed and spreading her thighs.
Mike crawled over to Donna and pressed the dark head of his prick between the dainty folds of her cuntlips. Meanwhile, Rhonda was licking one of Donna's tits.
"This is a hell of a lot better than tennis," Mike grunted, pleasure in his eyes.
His hips came forward with a slippery sound and Donna's cunt opened to take in his thick cockhead. She worked her ass up and down as his cock went in deep. Inside, her muscles were going crazy with the throbbing stiffness. Ripples of excitement surged around the full-length of Mike's prick and he gasped with the thrill of it.
"Fuck her good," Rhonda breathed, "she needs it."
"Shall I save some for you?"
Rhonda squeezed his balls as he pulled back. "You'd better."
"God, her pussy gets hot." Mike shoved deep again, making Donna buck wildly.
"Ohhhh, Mike," she whimpered, her arms tight around his neck.
He kissed her open mouth, spit running down her cheek as she let him have her tongue to suck. Donna was in heaven. Her pussy shivered and clutched at the hot, hard cockmeat that was being thrust in and out of her. She could feel the shape of Mike's pricktip and feel the way it raked at her tender cunt. Her pussylips sucked in tightly around him as he drew back very slowly, then thrust to the hilt again.
"Ghhhhaaaa," Donna moaned. Her thigh muscles tightened and she squeezed Mike around the waist. Her belly was wet against his and she knew she couldn't hold on much longer without exploding. Rhonda knew this too and was helping her along.
"Good girl," the pretty blonde whispered, pushing a tongue into her ear.
She turned Donna's head to the side and gave her a long, deep kiss. Then she let Mike take over. His kiss was just as wet and just as sexy. For Donna it was mind-blowing to be kissing two different people while her cunt was being fucked.
"Gonna come," Donna gasped, her head thrown back to flop against the pillow.
Mike devoured her neck while Rhonda continued to lick her ear. Mike's cock stabbed her pussy again and again in a maddening swirl of pleasure. Her hips danced frantically, trying to scratch that ecstatic itch that felt better than anything in the universe.
"Ohh, ohhhhhh yes!" she cried, her back arching sharply, then humping down into the bed. The spasms were sharp and deep and her pussy milked powerfully at Mike's prick. He groaned loudly and dug his fingers into Donna's slim ass.
"Don't come yet," Rhonda told him. "I want you to do that at the finale."
"Can't help it ... too tight."
"I can help it!" Rhonda pressed her fingers against Mike's groin and stopped the pulsing gland before it emptied his balls. He moaned and kept fucking, but his creamy sap didn't spurt.
Donna panted like she was dying, her ass plunging and fucking until the full power of her coming spasms jolted her. She screamed and her heels dug hard into Mike's ass cheeks. She drummed the bed with her fists. For an instant time stopped and she was riding the hottest, keenest pleasure she'd ever known in her young life.
"My turn," Rhonda said, grabbing Mike by the balls and forcing him to pull back, to slip his cock free of Donna's slender, squirming body.
Rhonda wiggled up on top of Mike as she pushed him onto his back. She fit his cock up into her pussy, then lay flat against him, her big tits flattened against his chest as her back arched sharply. Donna watched the girl's white ass do a sexy, prancing dance as Mike's cock skewered her.
"You know where to push," Rhonda told Donna. "Don't let him come until I tell you to."
Donna obeyed, pressing that place she'd discovered, the same place Rhonda had just used to keep Mike's cream trapped in his balls. Donna could see the in and out slide of Mike's prick as Rhonda's plush pussy fit around it. The blonde slid her cunt down until there was nothing outside her body but Mike's balls. Then, as she rode up to the tip again, her clasping cuntlips left a smear of slick, glistening juice.
Donna watched wide-eyed as Rhonda kept just the tip of Mike's prick inside her while making sexy movements. Mike babbled something that indicated he liked what she was doing.
"Let me go, let me come."
"Don't listen to him," Rhonda grinned. "You'll like what I've got planned."
Donna continued to hold Mike's thumping groin, fascinated by the way Rhonda was fucking herself on his thick, hot cock. As the blonde's movements became more frantic, it was obvious she was hurrying toward that final pleasure.
Rhonda looked like some goddess, her long hair flowing back over her shoulders as she sat up to brace her hands against Mike's chest. Her back was arched and her big tits bounced as she fucked furiously. Then, with a shrill moan, she came. Donna watched Rhonda bucking and jerking as her pussy was rubbed by the full-length of Mike's prick.
"Wow, that was fantastic!" Rhonda gasped, pulling free of him at last.
Mike looked miserable. His prick was swollen and dark, dripping with the juices from both girls. Donna still had her fingers tight against that place behind his balls. She knew what would happen the minute she let it go.
"Let's suck him good now," Rhonda said, pulling Donna toward Mike's blood-swollen cock. "Let him go!"
With her tongue lapping at Mike's prick, Donna slipped her fingers free of his groin. Rhonda was licking him too. They slurped up and down the length of his prickshaft, using their tongues with wicked expertise. Donna could feel the strong pumping of Mike's body as the hot cream began to surge up his tight little tube.
"Here it comes," Rhonda murmured, pursing her lips in a juicy kiss against the lobes at his cocktip. Donna squeezed his balls and ran her mouth up and down his prickshaft.
Come spurted everywhere. Both girls slurped greedily at the spill. First Donna held her mouth around his cock tip, then Rhonda's smooth, red lips slipped over his prick and she nursed her share.
"Yhhuuummmmm!"
"Hot and good," Donna sighed.
Poor Mike was twisting and cursing. The pleasure was very intense for him as the two girls slid their lips up and down his creamy cock. Each took another turn suckling the spurting cockhead. Donna had cum on her chin and across the bridge of her nose. Rhonda's cheeks were spattered with white droplets. They went on sucking and licking until nothing more was oozing from Mike's cock.
"That was really wild," Donna said, smiling at Rhonda.
"I think that'll make a believer out of him," the blonde nodded.
"I'm lucky to be alive after entertaining you two lunatics."
"Who was entertained, after all?" Donna asked.
"You two sure got your goodies," Mike laughed, grabbing Donna and rolling her onto her belly. He gave her a swat across the ass. Rhonda came to her rescue and wrestled Mike away. After tussling a few minutes, they all decided to have another drink.
It was fun sitting in the middle of the rug without a stitch on. Donna felt very wicked and sophisticated. She sipped her drink and wondered what Mike would say if he knew that Beth was her sister. As she ran this movie through her head a second time, the phone rang. When Mike hung up, he turned with a smile to the two of them.
"Sorry girls, but the party's over. I've just been invited to dinner. Can't turn the lady down." He winked. "After all, variety is the spice of life."
Rhonda made a face. "He's a conceited bastard. I don't know why I put up with him."
"Because he's a good fuck," Donna whispered to the blonde.
"Suppose so." Rhonda turned to Mike. "I'm going to have a shower before I go whether you like it or not."
Mike laughed. "I wouldn't dream of making you leave without a shower. You did get pretty cummy during that last frolic."
Rhonda stuck her tongue out at him and grabbed Donna's hand. "Come on, baby, let's go wash this guy right out of our hair."
As the warm water coursed over her shoulders, Donna let Rhonda soap her belly and cunt.
"You've got a beautiful body."
"I envy your curves and tits," Donna replied.
"Your turn to wash me." Donna pushed soapy palms over the tall blonde's big tits and down over her hips. Then she dipped under her mound and made the blonde curls frothy with lather.
"Mmmmmm, that's real nice. Now tell me, Mary, what's your real name? I'm not even sure you really are Beth's little sister."
"Thanks for not saying anything to Mike." Donna bit her lip. "Yes, I am Beth's little sister. I had a thing for Barry."
"And for Mike."
"Yeah."
"And for any other male on two legs." Blushing, Donna nodded. "That's about the truth."
"So why didn't you want me to say anything to Mike about that? He doesn't know Beth."
Donna shook her head. "Oh but he does. She's his secretary."
Rhonda's eyes widened with understanding. "Ah so." She giggled. "Don't tell me that was her on the phone asking Mike to dinner."
"Probably." Donna had a very strong intuition that Beth planned to take advantage of their folks' absence by having Mike over. "I suppose I'd better stay away from home for the rest of the evening."
"If I were you, I'd let Mike find you there. It would blow his mind completely!" Rhonda ran a soapy finger between the cheeks of Donna's ass. "And you might get some fun out of it too."
"You know, I think you may have something there," Donna agreed.
"Glad you think so." Rhonda pulled Donna close. "Now give me a big kiss and hug. I wish I had a cock. I think I'd love fucking you, you pretty little nymph."
* * *
When Donna had dried and slipped into her clothes, Mike asked her if she needed a lift. She didn't take him up on the ride, but when he offered her fifty bucks for carfare, she stuffed it into her pocket.
"It's the least I can do," he said. "We had one hell of a fun afternoon."
Rhonda came up behind him. "Thanks to us. You just wanted to play tennis, remember?"
"Okay, okay. You both convinced me." Mike turned to Rhonda. "I suppose you want fifty dollars too."
"One hundred. My overhead is higher."
Grinning, Mike peeled off the money Rhonda had asked for. Then he walked them both to the door.
"I'll be seeing you again I'm sure," he told them. Donna was amused. He'd be seeing her a lot sooner than he expected. She said goodbye to Rhonda at the end of the walk and headed off toward her part of town.
CHAPTER TEN
Beth looked incredible when she came downstairs to answer the door. Donna complimented her and for a moment felt rotten for hanging around. She couldn't predict what Mike's reaction was going to be, after all. Though jealous, Donna didn't want to spoil her big sister's evening-not really.
"Like the dress?" Beth asked as she reached for the doorknob.
Donna nodded. "It fits you like sin."
"That's the general idea," Beth laughed. "Well, here goes."
Mike came in as Beth stood there expectantly. He took in the red sheath dress she wore and the white plumpness of her tits. They appeared to overflow from the low neckline.
"You sure don't look like a secretary tonight," he said. Beth tossed her dark hair and thanked him with a kiss. She took his hand and pulled him behind her.
"I want you to meet my little sister," she said. "Mike, Donna. Donna, Mike."
Mike's jaw fell, but he quickly gained control of himself. He rubbed his hands nervously together, then stuck one out.
"Awful glad to know you, Donna." He gave special emphasis to her real name but Beth didn't pick up on the sarcasm.
"But wait," Beth laughed. "You two met before, didn't you? At the office."
"Maybe we did," Mike said. "I was in a big hurry that day." He still had Donna's hand and now she was the one who felt embarrassed. She swallowed hard, remembering how she'd sucked and fucked this handsome guy. She realized that if her sister found out she'd probably strangle her.
"Donna's going to a movie," Beth announced. "I gave her enough for two double features."
Mike gave Donna a sharp look. "It would appear that a girl Donna's age would have spending money of her own." Donna dug her nails into her palms.
"I don't mind paying. I want this to be a private party."
Mumbling her goodbyes, Donna slipped out the front door. It was beginning to get dark. She had no intention of going to the movie, of course. She was curious and a bit envious of her sister's luck. Even after an afternoon of sex, she hadn't had nearly enough.
Creeping around the house, she let herself into the kitchen and into the basement playroom. There were plenty of places to hide down there until the action started. In the darkness, she sprawled on a sofa and took off her panties. She petted her over-worked clit until it was hot and firm. Her musky scent grew stronger as she imagined Mike kissing her. Upstairs, the sound of laughing conversation told her that the happy couple was dining.
Donna found a bottle of wine in the cabinet under the tool bench. Her father's stash, no doubt. She glugged some of it down and pulled off the rest of her clothes. Why bother with any encumbrances? She'd have to be ready for action tonight. When were they going to be through with dinner?
The wine tasted good and she had some more. Creeping upstairs, she felt like a primitive savage. She was stripped, ready for a big stiff prick. She took a peek into the kitchen, found it empty and tip-toed down the hall towards the front room.
Beth was breathing so heavily, Donna heard her before she got a look. The pretty red dress was up around her waist and Mike was on his knees before her. His mouth slurped and sucked at the dark curls between Beth's thighs. The whiteness of her skin and the redness of her inflamed flesh made the scene appear all the more sexy.
"Let's go upstairs," Beth breathed. "We'll have more room."
Donna scampered into her bedroom and hid in the shadows as her sister led Mike past. His cock bobbed from side to side and the look on his face told Donna he was really looking forward to a roll in the hay with her well-endowed sister. After a moment, she crept along after them. She was curious as well as jealous. Mike seemed never to run out of steam!
"Tie me up, darling. I put some silk scarves over there."
This suggestion titillated Donna no end. As she watched from the darkened hall, she saw her sister bound to the bedposts, her legs spread, her arms pulled over her head. When Mike started kissing her tits and finger-fucking her plump, plush pussy, she writhed and bucked and strained against the knotted scarves.
"Ohhh, ohhhhhhh god!"
Mike ate her pussy slowly, his fingers parting the pink flesh so he could dive deep with his tongue. It wasn't hard for Donna to imagine how it felt.
Beth began to beg for him to fuck her. She was plenty hot alright, her pussy glistening in the dim light, her white tits heaving. Mike eased his cock into her cunt hole and worked it deeper. Beth babbled happily as she took everything he had. By now Donna was dripping juice. She wiped a finger between her cuntlips, sucked it, and wiped again. Though she'd just enjoyed Mike just hours before, she wanted him all over again.
Mike's ass fucked powerfully. His cock drove into Beth's soft pussy, pulled out and forced in again. Beth was going crazy. Donna wondered if it was because she'd played cocktease with Barry. A girl couldn't deny herself like that. It could make you crazy!
"Ohhhh, Mike! Ohhh, I'm going to come now! Fuck me hard ... harder!"
To stand naked in the hall while her sister got fucked was sexy enough, but to watch Beth straining against the scarves around her wrists and ankles was even sexier. The way Mike fucked her only added to the erotic tension.
The bed swayed and thumped as he fucked Beth good and hard. His cock glistened and bulged every time he drew it back. Beth begged for more then and he gave her all eight inches, his balls bumping against her body.
"Uhhh, uhhhh, uhhhhh!" Beth groaned.
Donna felt a trickle of cunt juice slide down her inner thigh. If she didn't have some of that action pretty soon, she was going to scream!
Mike finished Beth off with slow, deep thrusts that made her arch her back and grunt like a hungry piglet. Donna could hardly keep still. When Mike pulled his prick out of Beth's steamy pussy and sprayed hot cream over her belly, Donna licked her lips.
"What a waste of fresh cum," she whimpered to herself.
Mike pumped himself, his fingers working his cockskin as the white strings covered Beth's tits. She panted happily, even when a white droplet fell against her lips. He lay there beside her for a while, but Donna knew her sister and she wasn't surprised when she heard the soft sound of snoring. Beth was asleep!
Donna stood in the doorway, her naked body tensed for the moment Mike would see her. His eyes opened wide when he did. He put a finger to his lips and glanced at Beth. Then, gently, he left the bed and came out into the hall. Neither of them said a word as Donna led him to her room.
"I guess you know what I want," she whispered, closing the door softly behind her.
"Do you ever get enough?" Mike asked.
"What do you think?"
"I just got my rocks off all over your big sister's tummy. I doubt I can get one up this quick."
Donna pouted prettily. "Then you'll just have to eat me out."
It was pretty dark, but the streetlight illu minated Donna's bed enough for her to see the smile on Mike's face as he lowered his mouth to her eager cunt. His hands cupped her ass as he began to part her lips with his tongue.
"Have you ever put your finger up a girl's asshole?" Donna asked.
"Yeah."
"Wonder what it feels like?" she said. Mike kissed her clit sweetly. "Don't know. I'm not a girl."
"Silly."
"Got any baby oil?"
Donna almost ran to her bathroom and back again. She was shivering with anticipation of this daring new wickedness.
Oiling his fingers thoroughly, Mike continued to suck on her swollen cunt while he touched her ass. Her muscles were tight at first, but as she became more excited, Donna felt her sphincter relaxing. Mike pushed one finger deep into her ass, then added another.
"Wow! That's really far out."
"I haven't even started yet. Wait until you feel this!" Without warning, Mike's thumb went into her cunt. Donna babbled and made deep grunting sounds in her throat.
"You got me like a bowling ball!" She squirmed as her clit tickled with the friction from his tongue. "Ohhh, I like it, Mike! Ohhhhh, yes!"
Mike licked and probed her cunt with his tongue while his fingers slid in and out of her ass. It was excruciatingly wicked and she loved it. The thumb-fucking wasn't bad either. Sometimes she got them both, thumb and tongue, as her strong little ass closed around Mike's naughty fingers.
"Whhuuhhhh, I can't take this very long."
"Good," he whispered. "I don't want your sister to wake up and find me gone."
"She couldn't d-d-do anything all tied up." Donna's ass cheeks tensed. "Ohhhh!"
"Christ, I'm getting hard again. You always do get me going."
"Nhhhuuhhh, maybe some fucking would be nice too, huh?"
"Feeling your pussy with my thumb makes me realize how lucky my cock is."
Mike pulled thumb and fingers out of her holes and wiped them on a towel she'd put there. He threw her legs wide then and Donna reached down with both hands to guide his cock into her. It wasn't quite hard enough.
"Why don't you oil it up," Mike suggested.
"Let me suck it some first."
Donna pursed her lips and pushed them down over his cock tip. The flaccid prick gave as she poked and prodded with her tongue, but after a little roughing of his lobes, she could tell that she was making progress.
"You've got the softest mouth...."Mike petted her long hair as she worked her dripping mouth up and down his prick. It was long now and much, much thicker.
"I love to suck your cock," Donna took time to say, quickly fitting her lips around him again. Yes, it wouldn't be long until he would be hard enough to do her lots of good.
"Yeah, do that with your tongue. Right on the tip. Slow-Jesus!"
"Mmmmm," Donna cooed, her fingers sliding his balls around.
"I was half-beat when I came in here and now you've got me hot." Mike pushed her back on the bed, but she struggled for his prick again.
"I haven't had enough sucking. I want to get your cock really hard!"
"You hungry little mink...."
"Yuuhhmmm," Donna slurped, spilling spit down his prick and rubbing it into his balls.
"Time for fucking," Mike said, jerking his cock out of her mouth. Her lips popped and she licked her chin as he rolled between her thighs. She began to fuck with her hips even before the tip of his cock touched her. As the smooth head parted her swollen pubes, she kept hunching, her head thrown back, her mouth slack.
"I wanna fuck forever," Donna panted, never breaking rhythm for a moment.
It took Mike only a dozen good thrusts to finish her off. She squealed and bucked and beat against his back as her pussy tightened in a knot of ecstasy. Itchy pleasure made her gurgle like she was choking. Mike licked one of her small ears, then bit it gingerly as she kept working her ass in hungry circles.
Before her jolting convulsions had finished, he pulled his cock out of her cunt and rolled her onto her tummy. She felt the wet smear of oil as he readied her taut, young ass for his prick.
"Oh god, you're not going to-"
"Yeah," Mike laughed, his cockhead gliding between her soft ass cheeks. With a shove, he forced her asshole wide. Its tightness slipped around his prick and he groaned with the intensity of the sensation.
"Damn...." He bit the back of her neck as he fucked himself deep into her guts.
Donna began to come all over again. This new, violent feeling was like nothing she'd experienced. Mike got his fingers around her body and down into her cunt while he assfucked her good and hard.
"Wow! I'm gonna come again! Uhhhhhh!"
"What a sweet ass," Mike panted, thrusting and stabbing between her white, quivering ass cheeks. Donna pinched them tight, her asshole stripping pleasure from the huge cock that had invaded it.
"Ohhh, darling!" she whined, her belly sucked in tight and hard as she came a third time.
Mike bit the back of her shoulder and his body shuddered. She felt the spurts, felt the slick mess as his cream overflowed. Her ass rose to him as she arched her back. Mike put his prick into her to the hilt, his balls bumping her wet pussy.
"Mnnhhhuuuuuuuhh," she babbled, biting her lips so hard she tasted blood. "Goood!"
* * *
For a long while they lay panting, their skin clinging together with spit and sweat and cum. For the moment Donna was sated. Mike appeared exhausted. But when he heard Beth's voice, he jerked and pushed himself up.
"Mike! Where are you? Come untie me, darling. Mike?"
"Christ on a crutch!" he cursed, wiping himself with a towel as he stumbled towards the door. "Maybe I'll tell her how you dragged me in here and made me perform unnatural acts."
Donna made a face at him. "Like hell you will. Anyway, you're the one who really performed the unnatural acts."
"After you begged me," Mike whispered back. He waved her quiet. "Lay low for a while, okay? I'm going to try and get her into the shower. I could use one."
Donna was content to let him go. She figured she had had enough for one night. Of course there was no telling how she'd feel in the morning. She lay in the mess she and Mike had created and breathed deeply. Fucking had to be the best thing going. But then there was sucking, and a few other naughty habits she wanted to become expert at. Maybe Rhonda would teach her a few of her tricks too. Dreaming of cocks, Donna nodded off.
* * *
Just as she'd expected, she woke up with a serious case of horniness. The sun had been up an hour or two but the house was quiet. Tiptoeing down the hall, she saw why. Beth was sleeping in a naked tangle of sheets, towels and silk scarves. There was a happy, satisfied expression on her face. Mike was gone, though, and Donna began to wonder just how she'd start this particular Sunday.
She picked up the phone and dialed Barry's number.
"Hello, Barry? This is Donna. Have you eaten breakfast yet? I haven't either. Mind if I come over right now? I'm very hungry!"
While she listened to Barry tell her that maybe that would be a good idea, Donna turned to see Jimmy Budsworth pedaling slowly up the alley. He was looking towards her house with eager eyes.
"Okay, Barry. I'll be right over. Give me half an hour. Got a little something to take care of first. Love and kisses, darling. Bye."
Donna hung up the phone and took a deep breath of pleasure. Slowly she went to the back door and waved to Jimmy as he came by for the third time. She wasn't sure how long Beth was going to be asleep, so it would have to be a quickie. Jimmy had already parked his bike and was running up the lawn. He had on a fresh shirt and his hands didn't look nearly so grubby as they had a few days ago.
"Had your breakfast yet?" Donna asked him.
The boy looked a tad worried. "Yeah, I did."
"Well I haven't yet. Come on. She took his hand and led him downstairs into the cool shadows of the playroom.
