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Donnie Knows (MF-teens)
by Anonymous (c) 1997
***
It was Michelle's fault. Michelle, Amy, and
Jen were in the bathroom together, freshening for the
drive to the concert. After a few wine spritzers,
they giggled and laughed freely, and the conversation
danced around one of their favorite topics--sex.
"They never play enough," Amy complained.
"It's like they don't know what to do with their
hands."
Jen laughed.
"Donnie knows," Michelle giggled. "He has hands
you wouldn't believe."
"Hands?" Amy asked.
"He has a special way. His fingers are so
clever. He knows exactly the right spot. Five minutes
of his touching, and I'm practically Niagara Falls."
"On his fingers?"
"You wouldn't believe. Of course, he wants
equal treatment, which is fine with me."
"Why don't you just do it?"
"Sometimes you can't, silly. Like in the car
or at a movie. We'll be going down the Interstate,
and Donnie will...oh god, my nipples pop up just
thinking about it."
They all laughed.
"Well, my Bill has the hands of a butcher," Amy
said. "Luckily, his other equipment is grade A,
prime."
"Get Bill to ask Donnie about it," Michelle
urged. "Guys trade secrets all the time."
A knock on the door reminded them that the
exodus was about to begin. Jen followed Michelle out
of the bathroom and through the house. Jen didn't
hesitate but climbed into the back of the Explorer
where there were no seats. She faced the rear, her
back against the rear seat. As the vehicle filled,
someone scrambled in beside her. Even in the dark
she knew it was Donnie.
As the Explorer lurched out of the drive, music
blasted over the speakers, something to get them into
the mood. Jen smelled Donnie's cologne, a crisp clean
scent. She felt his rough jeans just brush her bare
leg. Despite her best efforts she couldn't get
Michelle's comments out of her mind. In the rear seat,
Michelle and the others sang with the music, a mixture
of poor voices and vibrating speakers. The sound
seemed to pulsate through Jen. The Explorer rounded a
corner too fast, and Jen rolled against Donnie. Trying
to catch herself, her hand landed in Donnie's lap, and
she was pleasantly surprised to feel the beginnings of
an erection. Jen knew she looked good in her halter
and shorts, and her scent always stirred men, but
Donnie? She let her hand linger a moment longer than
necessary.
"Sorry," Jen whispered in his ear.
"No problem."
Did Donnie's voice catch, or was it her
imagination? A sudden boldness coursed through Jen.
Leaning across, she whispered softly. "My zipper's
stuck."
"What?"
She grabbed his hand and guided it to her
shorts. "My zipper's stuck."
She felt him grab the zipper tongue and slowly
tug it down. The zipper worked flawlessly. She could
feel the confusion in him, and she wanted to laugh.
As he started to rezip her, she stopped his hand and
guided it inside her shorts. She grasped his fore-
finger and ran it over her bikini panties, up an down
her groove. Her free hand slid across his jeans and
using he heel of her palm she ground his hardening
erection into his groin.
The singing became louder and more insistent.
The vehicle bounced and jounced over the country road.
In the back, Donnie pulled aside Jen's panties and
wormed his fingers through her silky hair. She
unzipped him and slipped her hand into his jeans,
squeezing his hard cock.
The sheer proximity of discovery heightened
Jen's response to Donnie's magic touch. And he did
have a master's touch. His finger slipped into her
and prospected for a spot that made her quiver. When
he found it, his fingertip worked it expertly, gently,
pushing and prying. Jen felt a shock like an electric
bolt course through her body. She yanked his cock out
of his Jeans and stroked hard in time with the music.
Someone passed a beer back to them, and Donnie
took a hurried drink before handing it back. The
darkness on the back road was near total, and no one
could see Jen's erect nipples or heaving chest. Donnie
flicked her, and she bit her lip to keep from scream-
ing. She inserted her fingernail into his cock and
twisted hard, and he suddenly broke out into loud song.
She wanted to laugh, but instead she started
singing too. The hard, rocking singing masked the need
building inside her. His finger probed deeper, and she
felt her body clamp down on him, her hot fluid pouring
out. She felt an urge to lean over and take him in her
mouth, but she resisted. Someone would notice. Instead
she placed her hand on top of him and shoved hard,
ramming it back into his groin. His fingers twisted
inside her and raked her hard. Her hips convulsed.
She grabbed his bag and squeezed, feeling his cock bob
with desire, nodding like a toy in the back window of
a car.
The music stopped.
Jen sucked in a deep breath. Had they arrived
already? She glanced over her shoulder. No, they were
still miles away. In front, Bill, the driver, fumbled
with a cassette tape. Michelle draped a hand over
Donnie's shoulder, and for an agonizing moment, Jen
thought Michelle would reach down for Donnie's groin,
and if she did what would she think when she found him
out and wet and as hard as petrified wood? Donnie
grabbed her hand and kissed her palm. Jen grabbed his
cock and jerked hard, and she thought he was going to
bite Michelle. He pressed a hard nail on her, and Jen
clamped her jaws tight to stifle her cry. She couldn't
stifle the gushing wet running around his fingers.
The music began again, and Michelle pulled back
her hand. Jen pounded Donnie hard, knowing they didn't
have much time. He stroked deep and hard, stoking her
furnace. The music deafened all other sounds. The
Explorer bounced over a bump, and their orgasms
exploded. Jen felt her body lock onto him and quiver
in a series of contractions. She felt his semen rip
through his throbbing erection and fall back on her
hand. The entire group held a deliciously long note
as Jen's need flamed and then subsided. Donnie
shuddered in her hand. Her sweet, wet tunnel relaxed.
They pulled back their hands in unison, and
both licked their hands, tasting the juice of the
other. The bright lights of the stadium shone over
the trees as Jen zipped up her shorts, hoping her
wetness wouldn't show. She knew Donnie had stuffed
himself back inside and was rubbing at his Jeans with
a handkerchief. Jen hoped the dark and the crowd
would hide any evidence of what they had done. As the
vehicle paused at the parking lot entrance, Jen glanced
at Donnie who smiled back. Michelle turned around,
pulled Donnie to her, and kissed him. Jen watched and
felt Donnie's hand squeeze her thigh. With any luck,
she would have Donnie again. She laughed out loud and
began to sing in earnest.