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 The Donor 7

   By Katzmarek

   Authors Note.  This is a work of fiction, erotic fiction.  Therefore if
that offends you then surf on `neighbour'.  My work can't be used for gain,
without my permission in writing.  Assume my character `Joanne' is real and
she has a sack-full of lawyers with nothing better to do than make your
lives a misery should I be ripped off.  That said, please enjoy...





   Jonathon Wetherall strolled aimlessly up and down the concourse.  He'd
tried sitting in the waiting area, watching the `flight arrivals' screen
flick over, but he was too tense.  `Announcing the arrival of Cathay
Pacific flight CT 101, Amsterdam via Taipei at gate 12, please ensure the
area is kept clear for disembarking passengers...' the address system
announced.

   After a short time, airport staff had clipped back the double doors in
front of the tide of humanity pouring through it.

   Jonathon stood a little way off scanning the faces for Joanne.  He
figured the 1st class passengers would be let off first.  Eventually he
spied her in a little group talking animatedly to each other.  She didn't
appear to see him.

   Jonathon moved a little closer to the group that halted, still talking.
"That's right," he heard Joanne say, " call him tomorrow and find out his
thoughts on this...no, go straight to the top, Frank... don't fool about
with Bloch, he compromised himself over that EDS contract, remember?  Talk
to Guy or Roquefort himself, get an ok so we can get things moving."

   He recognised the woman he knew as `Margaret.' Her eyes settled on him
and she tapped Joanne on the shoulder.  "Joanne, I think your chauffeur's
waiting," she said grinning.

   Joanne parted with the group, giving last minute advice, she slowly
moved towards Jonathon.  Eventually the group started to break up and
shuffle towards the baggage collection.  Joanne passed him saying, "Follow
me," without pausing.

   While Joanne waited for her bags she turned to Jonathon, "Did you bring
my car?" she asked.  Jonathon nodded.  "Good!  Can I have the keys please,"
she demanded in a low voice.  "Thank you.  Do you know where the bus stop
is?"

   "Joanne!" Jonathon pleaded, "can we talk?" "I think you've said enough,
Jonathon.  Go back to your little teen squeeze and tell her she can have
you.  She might be a good nurse for you in your old age.  After class, of
course." "It's not like that," Jonathon told her, "I didn't do anything. 
Well, not much anyway." "Not much?" she said raising her voice, "you're
such a fool!  Not much what?"

   "It was just a bit of fun... I was angry!" "Fun!  Was it?" Joanne said
menacingly, " a bit of slap and tickle, a quick grope?" "Something like
that." "And what?  Her mother called her?  The school bell rang?  She
suddenly opened her eyes and found you were a forty year old, balding loser
with clammy hands?  She called her daddy who beat the crap out of you?  Did
he cut off your balls?  I would have." "Joanne, calm down.  Let me explain,
I was angry with you." "Listen, Jonathon," she said dropping her voice
again, " you were angry?  So was I, but I didn't jump the waiter.  No-one,
I repeat no-one," she told him, bringing her face inches from him.  "No-one
fucks around on me... ever.  Have you got a good memory?" "Um... I guess."
"Good, because it will be all you have, if I ever hear of you so much as
ask the time of anything with tits, understand?" Jonathon nodded.  "Or
without them, in the case of your little blond." "She did have..." Jonathon
started to say.  "Don't!" Joanne interrupted, "say... another... word,
Jonathon."

   They were heading out along the coast road towards Joanne's suburb. 
Joanne insisted she drive, `So my baby knows I haven't forgotten her.'
Suddenly she burst out laughing.  "What's the joke?" Jonathon asked.  "You!
Oh haha... you're a scream, you really are." "How so?" Jonathon asked.  "A
quick grope, you said... a bit of fun... and then you tell me she has got
tits after all.  I'm supposed to feel better?  `I didn't think you'd mind
if I fucked a little schoolgirl'," she mimicked.  "After all, it was only
the once.  Were you drunk?" "Yes." "And her?" "Very!  That's why I left
without..." "I thought so.  It was a stupid move, even for you.  If I
thought you'd been sober you wouldn't be catching the bus home, it would be
an ambulance." "Look!  I'm sorry, ok?"

   On the way home, Jonathon tried to put his hand up Joanne's skirt.  She
pushed it away.  "I thought you liked it," Jonathon told her.  "Oh, I see.
Like my little teen hunk?" "Yes." "You're not a teenager, Jonathon.  And...
and I don't have to be satisfied with quick gropes in the car anymore, or
do I?" "No, you don't," he answered.  "A warm bed, clean sheets, long
showers... cuddling and a cooked breakfast in bed in the morning... and
making love till lunchtime.  I have that to look forward to, don't I?"
"Yes." "And no quickie over my desk, either, eh?  With the staff looking
on?" "No." "I'm surprised you thought that would even turn me on,
Jonathon." "I'm sorry, Joanne." "At least you could have closed the
curtains," she giggled.

   "Do you want to go out for tea or should I whip something up for you
here?" Jonathon asked as they got home.  "Well, you see I just had
breakfast on the plane.  I slept most of the last leg... and I'm still on
European time.  However you can whip something out for me," she answered.
"Up." "Out and up," she said moving towards him.

   "That's better," Joanne said as they held each other, kissing, "did your
teenager kiss as well?" "Just about sucked my face off," Jonathon replied.
"I see!  Like this..." she said, fastening her lips to his.  "Well?"
"Something like that.  More like this..." he said, returning the favour. 
"Forget the shower... have it later... take me upstairs..."

   Jonathon was still kissing her when they fell into the bedroom. 
Aroused, he began to tug at the buttons of her blouse.  "Wait!  Down big
boy.  Sit on the bed, I've got something to show you," Joanne instructed.
"I've been shopping, here are a couple of things for you." Joanne tossed
him two parcels from her suitcase.

   The largest parcel he unwrapped first, to reveal a pair of Mossino
printed jeans.  Jonathon was flabbergasted.  "These must have cost a
fortune," he said.  "Yes they did.  Do you like them?  I can always give
them to the Salvation Army shop." "No!  No, they're incredible." "Try them
on... I want to see the fit... with the other thing I got you."

   Jonathon opened the other parcel.  In it was a pair of silk boxers. 
"Ok," Joanne said, "change into them... give us a show!  Throw those old
things in the wood burner.  Better yet get them to walk there themselves.
Oo!  Ease them over it, dear, we wouldn't want to damage it." Jonathon
slipped his old briefs carefully over his erection.

   "Is there enough room for you," Joanne giggled as Jonathon pulled up his
new shorts, "Y'know they should come with elastic in the front, or a little
pocket it can slip into, shouldn't it?" "There's plenty of room," he
announced, "see?" "How does the silk feel?" "Nice, smooth." "Come over
here, give us a look," Joanne commanded.

   Joanne smoothed her hands over the fabric of Jonathon's shorts, over his
bottom cheeks and round to the front.  She gave his cock a squeeze.  "Mmm,
yes, I like that.  Try on the jeans."

   The jeans fitted his scrawny frame to perfection.  Joanne made him turn
around and parade up and down as if at a fashion show.  "Jonathon, you have
such a cute set of buns.  You must always wear trousers that have a tight
fit around your butt.  It's your best asset." "I just wear what's
comfortable..." "What, those old things," she said indicating his old faded
jeans, "where did you get them?  Let me guess, church sale?  In 1952?" "I
wasn't born then." "No, but I bet those old jeans were."

   Jonathon loved his new Mossinos.  The print consisted of flower
outlines, interspersed with vines that ran up and down the legs.  "Sit
down," Joanne commanded, "I've got something to show you.  Something I
bought for myself in Paris." She stood up and began to undo the buttons of
her blouse.

   Joanne carefully shed her blouse to reveal her bra.  The light blue lace
was practically sheer and did nothing to hide her full breasts and rigid
nipples.  The neckline fell to just above her teats displaying an acre of
swelling flesh.  "Wow!" said Jonathon.  "Like it?  Stay there!  There's
more."

   Next, Joanne's skirt came down to reveal a pair of sheer panties.  The
legs cut sharply down from her hips to her pussy.  Jonathon saw that she
had trimmed her bush down the sides.  "I had to trim it a little, I hope
you don't mind." "No," Jonathon said, " it looks beautiful." "Good," she
replied, relaxing a little, " I wasn't sure.  Do you want to feel the
silk?" "Oh yes, very much," Jonathon croaked.

   Joanne stood in front of Jonathon as he stroked and kissed the fabric of
her panties.  He put his cheek against her crotch while smoothing his hands
over her bottom.  She sat down on his knee and said, "You haven't felt the
bra yet." As Jonathon corrected the situation, Joanne bent down and kissed
him fiercely.

   "I was worried you know... uh... that I'd be too... finely wrapped for
you," she said as Jonathon ran his mouth over her bra.  He worked a nipple
out and began to suck on it.  Joanne stroked the back of his head.  "I know
so little about you... uh... what turns you on... uh... bite it,
honey...uh... not too hard.  Besides tits and cunt... uh... a bit harder...
that's it... what does get you going?" "You do," Jonathon said looking up
at her, "your face... mostly... and your mind." "Oh bullshit," she said,
"and get those jeans off!"

   They lay together on Joanne's bed still in their underwear.  Luxuriating
in the feel of the silk on skin.  Occasionally a hand would slip under the
fabric, `to adjust the fit'.  Indeed it seems Jonathon's boxers needed a
lot of adjusting, according to Joanne.  Similarly Jonathon rearranged
Joanne's breasts in her bra every chance he could.  All this took place
between bouts of kissing and accompanied by lots of giggling and teasing.

   "Hey!" Jonathon said, "you had these presents in your bag all the time."
"So?" "So you must have bought them after Switzerland, after our fight?"
"So?" "So you were never going to call it off, were you?" "That depended on
you." "It did?" "You are the worse liar I have ever come across, Jonathon.
If you had tried to tell me one pork pie, Jonno, you'd be a goner." "She
wasn't a kid, Joanne, she was 16." "I think you've made my point, Jonathon.
Hair and eye colour, how she was dressed, how she kissed, the size of her
tits, whether she stroked your dick with an up and down motion or sideways,
you'd tell me everything if I asked." "She didn't stroke my dick." Joanne
sighed, "A little jealousy is maybe not such a bad thing, providing it's
not too well deserved.  But I can't stand deceit and lies.  At least I can
rely on you to make an absolute mess of it." "Thanks!" Jonathon grumbled.
"Don't be grumpy.  Your honesty is the sexiest thing about you, believe me!
That and a few other things, of course," she said giggling.  "Such as?" "Oh
your face and your mind, Jonathon.  Your face and your mind," she said
still giggling, "let me take this off now, do you mind?  It's half off
anyway." Jonathon helped her disentangle her bra.

   "So what happens... ouch, you're squashing my dick!  What happens if you
get pregnant?" Jonathon asked Joanne, lying on top of him.  "Move it
between my legs... there!  Well I suppose we have a baby." She kissed him.
"What about me, then?" "Depends, do you want to stick around for the 4
hourly feeds?" "If I can share the other one," Jonathon answered, kneading
her breast.  "Pervert!  Don't know babe.  You're talking `C' word aren't
you?" "I guess." "Could you keep your hands off the nanny?" "Ah!  I know
someone who'd nanny for us." "Let me guess, blond, 16." "As a matter of
fact..." "You want to be a gelding?" "Ow!  They're strong thighs you have!"

   Joanne flexed her thighs around Jonathon's erection.  "Go easy,"
Jonathon complained, "you'll pull it off." "That time in the gym's paid
off, don't you think?" "Yes, yes... shit.  Jojo, you're roasting down
there. I can feel you through your panties." "Jojo?  Where'd that come
from, sounds like a clown's name?" "Beatles song, `Get back,' remember?"
"I'm not that old!  Jonathon... your dick against my pussy... feels so
good... through the silk... going to pop soon... fuck me later... put you
hands on my bottom... squeeze me... oh..." Joanne rubbed herself on
Jonathon's cock, faster and faster, gasping and moaning.  "I missed this...
uh... oh... Mmm... nearly... oh..."

   Joanne gave a series of shudders and moaned, grinding herself against
Jonathon's pubic bone.  "Sorry... I couldn't wait," Joanne puffed.  "It's
ok, you're so sexy... when you come... I love to watch you..." Jonathon
whispered to her.  "Oh Jonno... you pervert... take my panties off?  Can't
manage.  I'll have to wash them..." "Not now!" "No, not now... Mmm... you
like my trim then?" she asked as he ran his fingers through her pubic hair.
Jonathon lowered his head between her legs as if to inspect it.

   "Just right!  I'm glad you've just done the sides.  I like a bit on my
woman." "Your woman?  When did I sign the deed of transfer?" Joanne asked
smiling.  "Permissive clause in the fine print," Jonathon said before
running his tongue through her hair.  "Trying winging that one... uh...
gentle... in court, Buster!" "You're flooded!  And you could toast
marshmallows off it." "What, now you're going to... uh babe... that's
nice... push marshmallows up me?" Jonathon lifted his face up from Joanne's
pussy.  "Not marshmallows, Jojo," he replied sliding up her body, "not
marshmallows..." "Don't... uh... call me... oh... `Jojo'," she breathed as
Jonathon fitted his cock into her entrance.

   They found a nice slow rhythm together, gentle and loving.  After
grinding slowly together for a while, they'd stop for more kissing and
caressing.  "You impress me babe," Joanne told him during one of their
frequent pauses, "how do you keep going?" "Simple," he said, kissing her,
"I just think of those 4 hourly feeds... and my sperm just turns back."
"Oh, haha.  Then you won't get to suck my other tit, will you?" Jonathon
kissed her hard, pushing in his tongue, seeking hers.  "Just think," she
said as their faces parted, " home for three months... horny as hell, all
the time... bouncing junior around in my womb... with that big, talented
cock... big round tummy to hold on to... big boobs to munch.  Close the
curtains... fuck me on my desk... Mmm... Jonathon... would you like that...
I'd let you, lover... strip off my panties... pound me... so hot..."

   Jonathon began to move faster, in and out of her.  He lifted himself on
his arms, watched her excited face and her breasts wobbling on her chest.
Her skin glistened with perspiration.  Joanne was panting, throwing her
head back; her hands grabbed his arse cheeks.  "Errr," she growled from
somewhere deep in her throat, "Ggg... ah... oh... Jjj... oh... ohh...
ooOHHH... JONNO... OOOOHHHH... OOOOOHHHH... GOD IT'S... OOOOHHH...
OOOOHHHH... fuck... Jesus Christ..." Jonathon blasted, what seemed like
gallons of juice into her willing pussy.  "Oh babe... that... was...
ooosh," Joanne gasped.

   Later, they lay stroking each other.  "I forgot the towel, again,"
Joanne said.  "Fuck the towel!" Jonathon replied.  "Fine, then you wash the
sheets." "Get a maid." "She doesn't do sheets." "Offer her another 10
bucks." "Why should I when I've got you?  You're not exactly
over-employed." "Ok, then what's the hourly rate?" "You get to screw the
boss, and drive her car.  You can't buy that." "Her car eh?" Jonathon
pondered.  Joanne playfully slapped him on the cheek.

   "Bastard!  I'll buy you a fucking bicycle to ride if you're not
careful," she said, in mock annoyance.  "A `Diamondback' or a
`RidgeRunner'?" "A wheelchair and a neck brace.  You on a mountain bike? 
Give me a break?"

   "Jonathon?" Joanne asked.  "Mmm," Jonathon responded while playing with
her nipples.  "Leave them alone for a minute, will you?  I need to have a
serious talk." "Ok." "Have you considered... living arrangements?" "Me
moving in?" "Yes, what do you think?" "I've never done that before...
always been by myself... I'm a bit of a slob." "I don't know that?  Your
reputation is legendary.  It would be new thing for me too.  Maybe I'd
learn not to be so fussy.  And you could learn to pick up your underpants?"
"Could do," Jonathon conceded, "then there's the cat?" "I'll get a
cat-flap! She does go outside, doesn't she?" "Oh yes.  She hasn't shit
inside since she was a kitten." "Good.  Cat fur is your job, ok?" "Fair
enough." "Occasionally I have clients over.  You will wear a shirt, ok?"
"Sure." "And putting your finger in the Guacamole is a no-no." "I know how
to play host, Joanne." "And put up with me... when I'm grumpy?" "I'll make
you a Vermouth and lemon and bring your slippers." "A whisky please?  Or a
square gin, I am Dutch after all." "You're on." "So... you'll move in?"
"I'll need to give notice for my apartment, first." "Go ahead.  I'll get
the sports channels connected on Digital." "Please!" "Shower?" "Shower,"
Jonathon agreed.  They rolled off and headed into the en suite, arm in arm.

   More to come.