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One Kiss Too Many - 2
by Scruff Riley (gpriley@hotmail.com)

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A single mom prepares for her first date in years. As 
she gets ready, she recollects some of her past 
sexual encounters. (mf-teens, youths, mast, oral, 
voy)

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Chapter Two: Four Men and a Foreman

The next day, on the way to work I noticed the dark 
blue sedan was still in the empty lot with the hood 
up. I guess we should have closed it. But on the way 
home, the car was gone. Curious, I drove down 
Shawnigan Lake Road to her house. The car was there, 
and so was an old beat up white and orange pickup 
truck. There was a guy at the door, yelling and 
acting wildly.

I thought that maybe I should drive in and make sure 
Donna was alright. But the guy slammed the door, and 
headed for his truck. I drove on. Turns out that the 
guy was her husband, or should I say ex-husband. He 
was delivering the finalized divorce papers, but I 
didn't know that.

I had driven past her place about two weeks after our 
first encounter, but the place was deserted. A 'For 
Sale' sign was on the lawn. I wanted to call her, but 
I didn't even have her number, or new address.

About four months went by. I thought of Donna every 
day, and especially every night. I kept going over 
how it all went down. What could have I done 
differently, I mused. But I was glad just to have had 
that one brief moment in her life. I would never 
forget her. And on this day, I ran into her at the 
Cold Beer and Wine store in Mill Bay.

"Donna, how have you been? Are you okay?"

"Oh, hi Greg." She had looked at my business card 
several times, remembering our passionate moment 
together. She had been planning to call me ever since 
her divorce papers came through, but was too 
emotionally distraught to begin a new relationship.

"Yes, I'm fine. Thanks for asking." She felt 
compelled to tell me the truth. "I'm divorced now."

"I'm sorry to hear that," I lied. "Are you seeing 
anyone?"

"Yes I am. His name's Steve," she replied. It was a 
partial truth. She had just met a guy yesterday, and 
had planned a date for Friday night.

"Well, call me if it doesn't work out. I would love 
to be next one to be with you. You still have my 
card, right?"

"Yes, maybe I'll call you sometime. Bye." With that 
she walked out of my life, once again.

It was true though, she had a lot on her plate. With 
the divorce, the selling of the house, the move, the 
packing and unpacking, settling the kids in a new 
school, she had no time for a relationship. And 
meeting Steve was merely a coincidence. It happened 
at work.

She had to park her car across the road from where 
she worked. Chelsea's Fish and Chips was getting a 
paved driveway, finally. As she walked up to the door 
of the restaurant, some of the paving crew started 
making wolf calls, and making crude remarks. They 
couldn't help but notice her.

Donna learned at a very early age how to command the 
attention of men, not just boys, men. Her stepfathers 
abused her. She realized how desirable she must be. 
So she got back at men by becoming a PT, a prick 
teaser, and a very good one. She loved making men 
horny, taunting them, but never letting them fuck 
her. Her mannerisms and appearance belied her age, 
being sensually awakened at an early age. She knew 
she could get any man she wanted.

There was only one sexual experience out of many that 
she enjoyed, during her early years of sexual 
development. She had just turned sixteen. Parts of 
her body were well developed, her legs and thighs. 
Others, especially her breasts, were slow to mature. 
The girls in gym class made fun of her, because of 
her flat chest, and having no pubic hair.

One of her stepbrothers was a real looker, long hair 
and a great body for an eighteen year old. She had 
come home from school to any empty house. She was so 
tired, she lay on her sofa bed, and would have fallen 
fast asleep. But she was so horny because her 
hormones were raging out of control. She pulled her 
dress down, and put her hand down her knickers, 
fingering her pussy. Her knickers were drenched with 
a wet desire, a raging between her loins.

She longed so much to be loved, and to be made love 
to. She imagined her lover was inside her, as she 
slipped two fingers into her creamy vagina. Even at 
her young age, she knew how to satisfy any boy, any 
man for that matter. She preferred men over boys 
because they made her feel grown up. As she lay 
there, she enjoyed the feel of the air on her newly 
forming tiny breasts. Her nipples were almost full 
size however.

Her stepbrother Alan came home, and walked down the 
hall towards his room. He noticed that Donna's door 
was slightly ajar. He saw her there on her sofa, legs 
open and her hand down between her legs. Alan watched 
intently. "How could such a young thing be so sexy," 
he thought.

She stood up to check out herself in the mirror, 
trying on a new top. She was happy to see that she 
was developing breasts. Her nipples were so pert and 
saucy looking. She grabbed a lacy garment, and posed, 
checking out her tiny tits. Then she arched her back, 
and checked out her ass. 

"No wonder they want me. I'm hot," she thought to 
herself. She got so horny looking at herself. Then 
she disappeared into the ensuite bathroom. She 
wrapped a pink shirt around her waist, and checked 
her look in a big mirror in bright light. Yes, she 
was very pleased to be developing so nicely.

"No wonder men want me," she said out loud. She loved 
her new breasts. They were so saucy. And she loved 
how the boys and teachers at school stared at her 
protruding nipples. She always wore extra tight-
fitting tops, just to tease them. After all, she was 
a PT. She acted much older than she was.

She just had to relieve her desire to be pleasured, 
having just fantasized about her teacher keeping her 
after class so he could suck those perky mounds. She 
had worked herself up with her fingers, but she 
wanted more, something bigger and longer.

Alan, being so turned on and horny, having watched 
her, snuck into her room, and peeked through the 
bathroom door crack. That's when he saw her up on the 
counter, naked, with her hairbrush in her pussy. Her 
vulva and labia were quite well pronounced for such a 
young girl. She slipped the brush back and forth in 
her pussy, moaning.

Alan couldn't take any more. He burst into the 
bathroom and pulled the brush out of her juicy 
vagina. He took it upon himself to have his turn with 
the hairbrush, pushing it in and out of her hairless, 
young pussy. Donna grabbed hold of the counter edge, 
clenching it tightly. She closed her eyes.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh!" she moaned. She grabbed his wrist 
holding the brush, and pumped it harder and faster.

"That feels so much better when you do it, Alan. I 
knew you wanted me. I could tell by the times you 
stared at my legs."

"Yes, I couldn't help myself, especially when you 
wear those short-shorts that make your pussy lips 
stand out. Or that time you put your foot up on the 
couch I was sitting on, right between my legs, and 
asked me to help you do up the strap on your platform 
shoes. I could see right up your dress to your white 
knickers. I wanted so badly to slide my hand up your 
leg and slip my fingers into your hot, little pussy. 
Donna, Donna, you sweet little thing, you," said 
Alan. "I think I'm in love with you. I want to, you 
know, I want to put my penis in you."

He got down on his knees in front of her, then 
fingered her, while he licked her succulent labia. 
Her vulva and labia were overdeveloped for her age. 
And her love juices tasted so sweet and delicious. 
When he first saw her clitoris, it made him think of 
a pearl inside an oyster. He sucked on it, and 
flicked it with his thick, moist tongue. Donna loved 
it. She moaned with pleasure, holding his head 
between her legs.

This was the first time she had enjoyed sex. Her 
stepfathers forced themselves upon her, with 
threatening remarks. But Alan was different. Alan was 
so good looking, and the only one in his family that 
paid her any attention, treating her as if she was 
something special.

"I want you to do that too Alan. I want to feel you 
in me." He stood up to slide his throbbing hot cock 
into her tight vagina. He made Donna stand up, with 
her back to him, with one leg up on the counter. He 
grabbed his swollen member, and rubbed it up and down 
her juicy lips. He watched, as his massive, purple 
cock head separated her swollen pussy lips. Donna 
felt the hot tip sliding up and down her crack. Then 
he leaned into her, burying his cock head and shaft 
deep inside her.

They both gasped at the same time, overwhelmed by the 
wonderful sensation. He was so excited and 
inexperienced that he shot his load inside her on the 
first thrust. But that didn't stop him. Then he 
turned her around, lifted her up, and slammed her 
against the bathroom wall.

"You're such a good fucker, better than all the 
others," she blurted out. Her lurid experiences 
leaked out. She had been silent about it for so long, 
it felt good to share it with Alan.

"I kinda' figured you were experienced by the way you 
handle yourself around men," he responded. He pulled 
her even tighter against himself. She wrapped her 
legs around his waist, and her arms around his neck, 
kissing it passionately.

"Fuck me harder Alan, harder, harder." Hearing her 
say that really cranked him up to a new gear. Donna 
was surprised by his strength. He pounded her hard 
against the wall, thrusting his cock deep inside her, 
over and over. She thought he would push his cock 
right through her, he was so forceful. They both 
could hear the moist suction sound, and several 
'pussy farts' , as any air was forced out of her 
vagina. His massive cock pushed in and out of her 
soft, but tight pussy, their juices running freely 
down her soft, inner thighs.

He carried her into the shower, and turned on the 
water. He sucked on her supple nipples. Donna soaped 
up his cock, and rinsed it, getting it ready for her 
to suck. Alan was stunned by her expertise at giving 
head. They both enjoyed each other after that day, 
looking for every opportunity to have sex, especially 
after school.

One time, while having a family TV night, the two of 
them shared the couch. Alan sat at one end. Donna sat 
at the other, with her back up against the armrest, 
facing him. She had a nightie on. She lifted her 
knees so that her nightie rode up her legs, exposing 
her bare pussy to Alan. Her labia were all engorged 
just thinking about his hot, throbbing cock. Her 
pussy lips were quite well developed for a young 
girl. Alan got such a hard on, he moaned out loud.

"Are you okay Alan?" his stepmom asked from across 
the living room. Her back was turned, as she sat 
watching TV.

"Ya, I'm fine." He wanted so much to suck on Donna's 
pouty lips, and slip his tongue in between them, 
licking her clitoris. That night, he snuck into her 
room and fucked her silently on her bed.

"You fucking little hottie. I hope you can keep quiet 
with my big cock in you. Your pussy is so tight and 
beautiful, I just gotta' fuck you, you sexy little 
prick teaser you," he exclaimed, as he pumped her 
pussy. He pulled out just in time, shooting his hot 
sperm all over her tummy. After that, she got some 
pills from her doctor, so they could fuck each other 
all the time, until their parents split up, and Donna 
and her mom moved to Belgium. 

Donna became very much aware of her sexual prowess 
from all her youthful experiences. Many men, not just 
boys, wanted her. She loved to tease them, to get 
back at those that abused her. It gave her a sense of 
control and power over men. She made sure they could 
see her goods, especially her large nipples, if only 
through her top. Teasing them became her passion.

One time, when she was living in England, a 
substitute teacher thought she was a teacher also, 
and asked her out. It was her talk and demeanor, 
carrying herself with maturity, that made him mistake 
her as older. She bedazzled him with her vivacious 
personality. He had an American sedan, and invited 
her in it for a ride. She knew what men liked, and 
wasted no time making out with him, as he drove to a 
secluded country lane.

She got out of the car and walked around to his side 
door. When she opened it, he stood up. But she pushed 
him backwards, and he fell back onto the seat. She 
quickly undid his belt and zipper, pulling his 
throbbing cock out of his pants. She started sucking 
it, and kissing and licking it, all up and down the 
shaft, with expertise.

He wanted to fuck her so badly, but she wouldn't let 
him. Instead, she sucked, then pumped his cock with 
her hand. She loved the feeling of power, watching a 
man shoot his load all over. He had never had a 
blowjob or a handjob before, but he would never 
forget that one. But once he found out Donna was a 
student, he broke it off, not wanting to lose his 
job. And a month later, Donna left for Belgium.

But, let's go back to her job at the restaurant. 
Donna hadn't changed much. She knew if she dressed 
seductively, she would get more tips. When men saw 
her kick-ass legs, and her nipples through whatever 
top she was wearing, they would give her big tips, 
hoping they might get lucky. Most hot-blooded men 
wanted to fuck her. She needed all the money she 
could get, working at Chelsea's, and being a single 
mom.

And that's why the paving crew acted the way they 
did. She was wearing black platform shoes, and a 
short jean skirt. She didn't wear panties because she 
wanted to feel her new clit clip beads tickling her 
thighs. It kept her clitoris hard, and the breeze 
blowing up her skirt felt good on it. Her skirt was 
just long enough to cover it, unless she wanted to 
flaunt it.

Her top was see-thru, loose, and open at the bottom, 
making for easy access, a frilly, thin white thing. 
You could see her large nipples standing like 
soldiers at attention. The blouse was of such a light 
material that it moved when she walked, rubbing on 
her nipples, keeping them rock hard.

Her mere presence caused men to take notice. She just 
oozed sensuality. She made sure she would be seen. So 
she bent over, straight-legged on the walkway, right 
in front of the work crew, and adjusted her shoe 
strap. The men were in a trench they had dug, right 
beside the walkway. They got quite an eyeful. They 
went wild, calling her a sweet child, and 'hot legs'. 
She certainly was a hot child in the city. 

"Cut it out!" the foreman yelled at his unruly 
workers. When they came in the restaurant for lunch, 
Donna was wearing a full apron, keeping all but her 
back covered. The crew started getting rambunctious, 
when she came to their tables.

"Settle down," the foreman commanded. They listened 
to him with great respect, despite their hormones 
wanting to rule them. After they were done, they all 
left, except the foreman, who stayed behind to pay 
the bill.

"Hi I'm Steve. Sorry about that. They're a little 
uncouth, but they're a great team."

"No problem Steve. I'm Donna," she smiled flirtingly.

"Listen, instead of me tipping you, how about you 
joining me at The Longhouse tomorrow night? I'll buy 
the drinks." How could she refuse? He was tall and 
handsome, with long hair and big lips, an unusual 
face, but that's what appealed to her. And she loved 
how he took charge of those men. She didn't want to 
seem too eager, though.

"Tomorrow night? I'm not sure. Can I bring a friend?" 
she replied.

"Sure" said Steve, "I'll meet you there. You have a 
car, right?" Donna nodded. So she had a date, the 
first time in years.

"I can still shine 'em on," she thought. She was so 
horny after meeting Steve, she fingered herself that 
night, licking the sweet nectar off her fingers. She 
so wanted to fuck Steve's brains out. "Here Steven, 
taste this," she said out loud to herself, licking 
her juicy fingers. "Tomorrow night I'm gonna' make 
you blow your load." 

To be continued...

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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