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Donna
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Copyright 2000, John Jameson. All rights reserved.
This is a work of fiction, and all characters and events are drawn from
the author's fevered imagination. Any resemblance to persons, living
or dead, is unintentional. If you think you recognize yourself here,
it's no doubt a matter of projection on your own part. (Unless, of
course, you happen to be female, are not offended by what you read, and
find middle-aged would-be authors of erotica irresistible. But we'll
save that discussion for some other time.)
Please do not reproduce this work in any form without the express
consent of the author. If you want to archive this story, you may
contact me at Jameson1780@altavista.com.
If you are offended by explicit depictions of human sexuality, you may
want to look elsewhere for entertainment (after consulting a competent
therapist). If it is illegal for you to read such materials due to
age, local laws, or other considerations (and you know who you are, so
let's not kid each other), then please go no further. Not that I can
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Part Five -- Together at Last
"I love you, Mike," Donna sighed as she moved to me and melted into my
embrace.
"Baby, I love you, too. I can't believe we're finally alone."
Donna pushed me back until my knees hit the edge of the bed, and I sat,
watching her as she moved around the room. She turned out the bedside
lamp and left the two lamps on the dresser lit so that the room was
illuminated but not so brightly that we had lights shining in our eyes.
Silently, she motioned me to raise up as she pulled back the covers on
the bed, then had me sit again. Finally, still without having spoken a
word, she faced me and slipped out of her tennis shoes. I began to
undress, but she gestured for me to wait.
"I want this to be special," she said quietly, a brilliant smile
brightening the room. "You sit there and let me undress for you, and
then we'll get you naked, okay?" Who was I to argue with that?
Donna peeled off the sweater she'd worn to dinner and draped it over
the back of the chair. Turning back to face me, she kept her eyes on
my face as she unbuttoned her chambray work shirt and untucked it from
her jeans. It parted to reveal the inner curves of her breasts almost
to her nipples, and Donna smiled to herself as she deliberately
unbuttoned each shirt cuff in turn. Still wearing the shirt, she
slowly unbuttoned the fly of her jeans, and I had a shadowed vista of
the perfection that was her breasts when she bent forward. Slowly,
teasingly, she slid the jeans down over her slender hips and tapered
thighs until they dropped to the floor. The rich brown curls of her
pubis mesmerized me as she stepped out of the puddle of denim around
her ankles. Only as she stepped toward the bed did she allow the
chambray shirt to slide down her arms and fall to the floor behind her.
My eyes drank in the vision before me: the wild mane of brown curls,
that gorgeous body. Then she paused to let those blue eyes possess
mine, and I smiled back, her satisfied smile curving her full, red
lips. She stood like Boticelli's Venus and let me memorize the complex
curves of her marvelous breasts, so proud and full and firm, with a
slight upward tilt at their ends that left each of her nipples pointing
slightly up and away from the centerline of her body. The lustrous
brown curls at the base of her belly were trimmed neatly, drawing the
eye, without obscuring the soft folds beneath them. I followed the
slender curve of her legs down until I saw the pale pink polish she'd
applied to her toenails, then looked back to her face and felt my smile
nearly splitting my face.
Donna stepped quickly to the side of the bed before I could move and
begin to unbutton my shirt. She sighed and cooed with pleasure as my
fingers traced the curves of her torso. Then she cupped the soft
weight of her breasts and bent to unbutton and unzip my jeans. She
slid my shirt off and tossed it over her shoulder to join hers on the
floor before pulling me to my feet and kneeling to tug my jeans and
briefs to the floor. As I sat back on the bed, she smiled and briefly
kissed the swollen head of my thoroughly erect cock, her soft breasts
caressing my thighs. Finally, she slipped my socks off before pushing
me onto my back and sliding into the bed on top of me.
My arms went around her waist, my hands sliding down to caress the taut
curves of her ass, and we shared a kiss as soft and clinging as our
first. Her curly bush tickled my balls as we slowly kissed one
another, tongues playing lazily, lips exploring each other's face and
neck. Our hands slowly and softly memorized the curves and hollows of
our young bodies as we moved toward union. Without pausing in our
kisses and caresses, we inched our way to the middle of the bed before
I turned her onto her back and let my trailing kisses move down her
throat and lower. I traced the curve of her collarbones with my tongue
while her fingers moved through my hair and her sighs filled my ears.
When I reached her breasts, I began to worship them with soft, little
kisses, each one a discrete pressing of lips and tongue to warm, soft
skin before moving to the next. My kisses resolved themselves into a
pattern, and I felt Donna's anticipation rise as my kisses spiraled
closer and closer to her erect nipple just as my right hand closed over
her left breast and felt its hard tip burning into my palm. I
flickered my tongue wetly over and around the swollen bud of her
nipple, drawing a low moan from her throat and causing her to hold my
mouth more tightly against her breast. She relented and allowed me to
move when I kissed across the valley between to devote my attention to
her other breast, my left hand continuing to tease and caress the one I
had been kissing.
After several minutes, Donna caught me by surprise and pushed me onto
my back. For the first time, I felt the softness of a woman's tongue
lightly teasing my own nipples and the soft tug as her teeth closed on
them gently. I think she could tell by my gasp and the way my cock
jerked in response that I enjoyed it, because I heard a low chuckle.
Her thick, dark hair brushed the skin of my belly as she trailed her
kisses lower. When I felt the wet warmth of her tongue lapping ever so
softly in the hollow between my hipbone and the top of my thigh, I
thought I was about to lose my mind, but Donna was just getting
started.
"I'm going to make you crazy, lover," she whispered, "and then I'm
going to make you come in my mouth so that when you finally get inside
me you don't explode."
She was right, too--she was making me crazy. She spread my legs and
nuzzled her nose against my balls, licking them gently. Her hands
wandered all over my body, with one exception: she wasn't touching my
cock with either her hands or her mouth yet. When I was about to start
begging for the touch of her lips on my cock, she ran her tongue up its
underside and then just engulfed the head in her heated mouth, her
tongue dancing madly over the supersensitive tissue of my swollen
glans. Her hand cupped and tickled my aching balls as she sucked me
into her mouth, her tongue never ceasing its dance around the head and
shaft of my cock. It must have taken about a minute, maybe less,
before I felt my balls tighten, and I nearly shredded the sheets in my
hands when I began to shoot heavily into her mouth. She greedily
sucked up every drop that spurted from me, her sucking slowing and
becoming more gentle as the spurts subsided, until she left me clean
except for the moisture of her saliva coating my still semi-erect
organ.
When my feeble brain resumed its functioning, I took Donna's hands and
pulled her up beside me. Her lips were almost feverish when they met
mine and our kisses so incendiary that I'm surprised the old house
didn't simply burst into flame. I began to explore my way down her
neck, seeking out those little spots where I'd learned she loved to be
kissed. Her warm, soft hand caressed my cock back to full hardness
even before my kisses reached her breasts.
"Mike? Baby?"
"Um . . . yes, love?" I fluttered the tip of my tongue over and around
one swollen red nipple.
"Oh, God, that feels good, but, honey, I really wanna feel you inside
me; we've been waiting too long to put it off anymore." I couldn't
disagree. God knows we'd extended our foreplay long enough. I knew
Donna's only reason for the incredible blowjob she'd just given me had
been to ensure I didn't explode the moment I entered her.
"Donna, I'll confess. As much as I want to taste you right now, I want
even more to finally feel myself inside you." She smiled and squeezed
my cock playfully.
"Then quit talking and fuck me, damn it!" she giggled as she gently
guided me between her wet labia. The heat of her slick inner flesh
made me moan at that first contact, which would probably have amused
her if she hadn't been responding in kind.
"Why can't we do both?" I gasped, forcing myself to hold back and enter
her slowly. Our hips moved in rhythm already, each of us savoring the
slow, inch-by-inch merging of our bodies.
"You tease," Donna moaned, her brilliant smile almost melting me with
its warmth, "let's see how you like it." And she tightened her inner
muscles so that I could only withdraw until I was almost out of her,
before relaxing and allowing me to slide in deeper on the next thrust.
"Oh, you don't want to be teased?" I grinned, thrusting deeper this
time as I felt her slippery inner walls pulsing around my invading
cock. We rocked together slowly until we could feel the meshing of our
pubic hair and then paused, looking with wonder into each other's
eyes.
The realization that we were finally achieving what we'd sought for so
long was upon us.
"Baby?" Donna whispered hoarsely, staring into my eyes while my cock
twitched inside her and her pussy milked me gently with its rhythmic,
rippling pulsations.
"What, sweetheart?" I was slowly withdrawing, the silky caress of her
cunt making the head of my cock swell even more.
"Fuck me--now."
"Like this?" I thrust myself deep inside her, her hips rising to meet
mine.
"Deeper," she purred, her heels digging into my ass, her nails digging
slightly into the sides of my waist.
"Oh fuck yes!" Both of us thrust against the other, our sweat already
dampening our skin.
"Fuck! Harder!" she cried.
"Baby, yes! God, you feel good!"
Donna whimpered in my ear as I licked and nibbled her breasts. Our
hands roamed over each other's body, and we pushed against one another
harder and faster, gasping and panting. The big, old bed creaked,
protesting our athletic endeavors, but we didn't care at that point who
heard us or what they thought. All that mattered was the incredible
waves of pleasure we were feeling and the greater pleasure we
anticipated.
"Coming!" Donna moaned. "Oh, baby, fuck me more!"
"Yes, baby, come!" I could feel the spasms inside her as the first
string of orgasms led to a second and then a third--and then the CRASH
as the bottom slat of the bed frame snapped and the mattress fell to
the floor.
We froze for a moment, staring at each other. Then, giggling like
naughty little children, we ignored the interruption and resumed our
rhythm. Moans and grunts and whispers of obscene encouragement
continued as each of us acted as the cheerleader for the other's drive
to orgasm, and I could sense that Donna was on the edge of another
wave, when someone knocked at the door.
"Are you guys okay?" I heard Barb, my co-director, laughing from the
hallway.
"Just fine," Donna giggled so hard she almost forced me out of her.
"We'll be even better soon."
"Oh! Well, as long as you're enjoying yourselves . . ." And the sound
of laughter faded as we heard the door across the hallway close.
Laughter fought with passion or, more accurately, fed it for some
perverse reason. Donna's heels were digging into the small of my back,
and I was supporting myself above her on my hands, driving into her
with all my strength now. We weren't about to allow minor distractions
like a collapsed bed or the likelihood of being heard to distract us
now.
"Come for me, Mike!" Donna moaned. "I'm gonna come again--oh shit!
Now!"
"Donna! Come, baby! Oh, Jesus, I'm almost . . ." And all I could
manage was a gasp as I felt my body stiffen, my cock buried deep in her
spasming pussy. It felt as though I was shooting my whole being
through my cock and into her depths as my balls contracted and emptied
themselves inside her. I felt her teeth sinking into the meaty part of
my shoulder and heard her muffled scream. Our bodies shook like leaves
in the raw autumn wind for what seemed an eternity.
I collapsed over her, only my elbows supporting my weight so that I
didn't crush her while we drew great shuddering breaths into our
starved lungs. Donna's legs slowly relaxed the death grip they'd held
on my hips, and we smiled at one another like conspirators whose plot
had finally succeeded.
I saw Donna's eyes widen and the beginning of her giggle just as
something icy touched the small of my back, and my shriveling erection
slipped from her as I howled.
There was Barb, clad in panties and a tee shirt proclaiming "Queen
Bitch," laughing and holding out a jug of chilled Chablis, already
dripping with condensation.
"From the sound of things, I thought you guys might need a drink," she
giggled. Donna laughed and reached for the bottle.
"I can't imagine what would give you that idea," she laughed as she
took a deep drink and passed the bottle to me before pulling the
comforter up against the cool air raising gooseflesh on our naked,
sweaty bodies. As I looked from one of them to the other, Barb
snuggled under the comforter on the other side of me, and Donna told me
to either take a drink or pass the bottle back, still laughing
delightedly.
I gave in to the absurdity of the moment and joined in their giggles.
Donna reached an arm over and hugged Barb and I both when I passed the
bottle to Barb. I admit it felt strange to be lying between two women,
one of them my naked lover and the other my friend and coworker,
sharing a bottle of wine as though we were sitting on a couch
discussing the weather. I found out that Barb, who lived in the same
dormitory as Donna, had been her confidante as well as mine through our
weeks of frustration.
"Now that you two have finally released some of those pent-up
hormones," Barb offered, "I suppose we can either put the bed back
together or you can just come across the hall and sleep in my room."
Before I could get a word in, she was tossing Donna her sweater and
panties and handing me my flannel shirt and the briefs, which had been
lying in the pile of clothing by the bed.
"I think we'll move in with you, if you don't mind," Donna answered
with a smile. As I played the part of the clueless male (no great
stretch at the time) and tried to frame a response, both women were
still laughing, and Donna took another long pull at the wine bottle.
"It's not like you and I never slept together, Mike," Barb laughed.
"Yeah, on the couch in the office when we were both too tired to go
home," I countered. "This is a little different."
"Relax, baby," Donna giggled from my other side, "I'll be there to
protect your virtue." Realizing that they were both serious and
knowing that Donna and I were probably spent for the night anyway, I
gave in to the logic of their arguments, and the three of us covered
ourselves and padded across the hall to Barb's room. I did gape a bit
when Barb peeled off her tee shirt before slipping under the covers,
but Donna just smiled and dropped her sweater onto a chair. After
helping me shed the flannel shirt I'd donned, she pushed me into the
middle of the bed and took the bottle from the blonde imp still
chuckling on my other side.
The wine and the warmth streaming from the Buck stove soon had their
effect, and I could feel consciousness slipping away from me even as
the two women continued talking into the night.
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