One Kiss Too Many
by Scruff Riley (no address provided)

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This is a short story about how I met my wife. The 
events are a concoction of things she experienced, mixed 
with my imagination, making a purely fictional story. 
(MFg, pre-teen, ped, 1st, bi, exh, oral, rom, ws)

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CHAPTER ONE: I LOVE A RAINY NIGHT

It all began the night I was driving home from Victoria. 
I had just purchased a brand new Dodge Ram pickup truck, 
black, with dual rear wheels. It was a Laramie Longhorn, 
fully loaded with etched leather bucket seats. I had 
spent most of the evening showing off my truck to some 
friends in the city. It was late, and raining heavily on 
that warm autumn evening. 

As I was about to begin my ascent over the Malahat to my 
home, I caught a glimpse of a car out of the corner of 
my eye. It was pulled over in an empty turn-around lot, 
with the hood up. In the stark blackness of a stormy 
night, I saw a figure hanging over the open hood. I 
pulled over to see if they needed help. 

I pulled up close, and rolled down the passenger side 
window. That's when I realized the person was a woman. 
She was wearing a long trench coat. "Do you need any 
help?" I shouted out the window, realizing what a stupid 
question that was. The woman straightened up, and turned 
to look at me. She also had on a large-brimmed hat that 
gave her some protection from the teeming rain.

"I just pulled over to fix my wiper blade, and it died 
on me," she explained. "Ya, those Omnis are notorious 
for acting up in the rain," I said. "I've got a 
flashlight. Let me have a look." I quickly grabbed my 
Maglite and an umbrella. Being a newcomer to Vancouver 
Island, I was told to carry an umbrella, so I bought a 
huge one that could cover two people easily.

"Here, hold this," I said to the woman, handing her the 
umbrella. I shone the flashlight on the distributor cap, 
and undid the clips that held the cover on. Sure enough, 
the points were wet. "Just as I thought. Your 
distributor cap must be cracked. Water is getting in. 
Your car won't start until they're dried." 

"How do I do that?" she asked. 

"You need a spray, or just wait for the sun to dry it. 
Hop in the truck, and I'll get you some help," I said. 

"My children are in the back. I can't leave them," she 
said, worriedly. 

"Of course not," I exclaimed. "Let's get them in the 
truck." 

She opened the back door, revealing two sleeping tots. 
"Okay. Keep holding the umbrella, and I'll pick them up, 
one at a time." I reached in, and carefully picked up 
the closest one, a small boy, 6 or 7. I gingerly carried 
him to the truck, while his mother opened the back door 
of the cab. After gently laying him on the seat, we went 
back for the second one. This one was a couple of years 
older, a girl. I was careful not to be too rough, so as 
not to wake her. I carried her to the other side of the 
truck, while the door was opened for me.

"Thanks," I said. "They should be fine. I turned on the 
seat heat for them." I placed two small blankets over 
them. "Hop in," I said. It was good to get in out of the 
rain. "You're soaked. Take off your coat. Here, I'll 
help you." She obliged. I took her dripping wet coat and 
hung it behind her seat. "And your hat. That looks good 
on you. Here, just put it on the floor behind me. I've 
got a cellphone. Do you want to call your husband or 
someone?"

"No," she answered. "There's no one around to call." 
"Well, I can take you home." I said. "Which way?" "Up 
the Malahat to Shawnigan-Mill Bay Road." I pulled out of 
the lot and headed north. Just a mile ahead was a 
Payless gas station, with a full store. I pulled up to 
the door, happy to find it still open, even after 11. 

I ran in and bought a humongous beach towel. I had left 
the heater blowing on full capacity, and when I got back 
to the truck, I saw that my front seat passenger had 
removed her shoes, and placed both feet up on the 
dashboard to get dried off by the blowing hot air. I 
thought it bold of her, being a stranger, to put her 
feet up on my new truck, but that was just the way she 
was. I was about to tell her off, but the fragrance in 
that cab was heavenly, with the fan blowing up her 
skirt, her pheromones suffusing the air. I thought I 
would go crazy. 

"Here's a towel to dry yourself," I said, trying to 
think about something else. 

She sat up straight, grabbed it, and thanked me. She 
opened it up. "Wow. This is huge!" she exclaimed. 

"Ya, it better be for $30. I hope it's super absorbent 
too." 

She began drying her long, curly, red hair. She looked 
so sexy, tossing her head around. Then she started 
wiping the excess water off the arms of her white 
sweater. They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder, 
and I was doing a lot of beholding, and seeing nothing 
but beauty.

"I bought you a Mars bar too. I thought you might be 
hungry." 

"Oh, thank you," she replied. "My favourite." She took a 
huge bite. The caramel dripped out the broken end, and 
ran down her lower lip. 

"You spilt some," I said. 

She tried to lick it off her lip, but by now it had 
dripped to her chin. 

"No. You missed. It's on your chin," I explained. 

She scooped some of it with her finger, then licked it 
off. That was so hot, watching her tongue come out to 
lick her finger. I was mesmerized by her mouth. There 
was something about it, something, something sensual. 

I tried to get my mind off of it. So I said something 
stupid, something equally provocative. "I noticed you're 
wearing an ankle bracelet. Is there any meaning to what 
ankle you wear it on?" I asked, hoping to get some kind 
of reading on her. 

"Well, I've read that one ankle means you're available, 
and the other means you're open." 

"Open to what?" I asked. 

"You know, you swing both ways," she explained. 

"So what one are you," I asked hopefully. Either answer 
would have excited me, especially since this woman 
seated beside me was so beautiful. I could still smell 
the scent of her pheromones from when the fan was 
blowing up her skirt. The thought that she might be 
available really sparked my desire. And just picturing 
her kissing another woman, well, that was too much to 
expect.

"I didn't say," she replied saucily. "It's none of your 
business." By now, she was drying off nicely. She kept 
working on drying her hair. "Oh, the towel is caught in 
my hairpin. Can you help me?" 

I leaned forward, reaching behind her head. The towel 
had lodged under a wing of her butterfly pin. I was able 
to wiggle it out. 

"Thank you," she said. 

Being so close to her, I looked at her mouth again. I 
couldn't help myself. I became totally absorbed with 
those pouty, little lips. Actually her lips looked large 
and luscious. I could feel her breath on my face. We 
both became very quiet, and still, not knowing what the 
other person would do next. I slowly lifted my finger to 
her mouth, and gently touched her lower lip. 

"What?" she enquired. "Is there still some more 
chocolate on me?"

I pulled her lip down, just to watch it spring up again. 
"No, it's just... it's just..." I stammered. 

"It's just what?" she said. 

"It's just that your mouth looks so kissable. I just 
want to kiss you." 

She looked at me, shocked. She clasped the door armrest, 
pulling back, pushing her head against the headrest. I 
leaned closer, and slowly put my lips on my finger that 
was touching her mouth again. I slowly moved my finger 
away, leaving nothing between our two mouths. I kissed 
her, ever so gently, then pulled back to see her 
reaction. She sat there, quiet, and holding her breath, 
with such a look of innocence on her face, like a little 
girl. But her alluring blue eyes belied her outward 
appearance of innocence. I sensed an inner sensual 
passion that she dared not release.

I leaned forward and kissed her gently again. I looked 
in her eyes after that second kiss. Then I looked at her 
sweet lips again, kissing them. She remained perfectly 
still, holding her breath. I kissed her, again and 
again.

"I'm married," she blurted out. 

"That's okay. I don't mind," I assured her. "I just 
can't resist your mouth." This time, I held her head 
with both hands, and kissed her passionately on her 
mouth. She didn't flinch. "You are so beautiful. I just 
want to keep kissing you." And I did. 

On about the fourth or fifth kiss, her lips opened, ever 
so slightly. I felt just the tip of her tongue slip 
between her lips. It was such a sweet, innocent feeling 
that it reminded me when a young girl taught me how to 
french kiss. I gently touched her warm tongue with mine. 
We gingerly kissed for a minute or so.

"Don't you care that I'm married?" she blurted out. 

"I thought you said you had no one to call. Which is 
it?" I replied. 

"My husband left us, but I'm still legally bound," she 
said, respectful of her wedding vows.

"Well, I don't want to make you feel guilty. It's my 
fault. I just couldn't resist. You are so beautiful, and 
your mouth, it's so... so sensual. I just want to kiss 
you all night. You could make me do anything you want," 
I confessed. I sat back a little. 

In the glimmering light, I noticed she was still wet 
from the rain. I saw that the top buttons of her sweater 
had popped open, with all the rubbing from the towel. I 
couldn't help notice her white bra. It had a plastic 
clasp on the front. "Is this one of those snap-locks on 
your bra?" I asked, teasingly. I reached inside her open 
sweater with my left hand, and squeezed the snap 
together. It popped open as if it was spring-loaded 
under the pressure of her full, delectable breasts. It 
seemed her bra had disappeared, falling to the sides. 

Her mouth opened in shock. Her nipples were huge, and 
luscious- looking. So as not to lose the moment of her 
helplessness, due to her unbelief at my boldness, I slid 
my hand in under her right breast, cupping it firmly, 
that lovely, fleshy breast. She gasped, inhaling 
sharply. I accompanied my copping a feel with another 
kiss. 

This time, she responded with a full, wet kiss, darting 
her tongue deep inside my mouth. At first I thought it 
was the sweet smell of her breath that turned me on. But 
then I realized it was the taste of her saliva. It was 
delicious. 

I moved my hand off her breast, and pulled her sweater 
from her right breast. How beautiful, so succulent. I 
stopped kissing her lips, and leaned down to her bare 
breast. I held it with my left hand, and gently rolled 
my tongue around her areola and nipple. She felt such a 
burning sensation between her legs, like melting hot 
butter. I loved how soft her skin felt, but her nipple 
was going rock-hard. 

I lifted her breast towards my mouth and began sucking 
her nipple, wetting it with my saliva. She moaned. She 
tasted so good! I noticed that her areola was getting 
redder. Maybe it was my imagination, but her breasts 
seemed to be enlarging. "You have gorgeous breasts, and 
the perfect size. Here, let me undo the last buttons, so 
I can see both of them. I fumbled with that last 
button," and then pulled her sweater to the sides. 

She remained motionless, stunned at my aggressiveness. 
"Wow! Look at that! They're so beautiful. Here, let me 
kiss this one." I slipped my hands inside her open 
sweater, caressing her rib cage, sending an electric 
shock through her body. I cupped her left breast like it 
was a delicate melon, and began kissing it all over, 
except the nipple itself, wanting to tease her. The heat 
coming off her body was so intense, she had steamed up 
all the windows.

She was just aching with a burning lust between her 
legs. She started pumping her legs together, trying to 
get relief. She could feel her juices flowing, drenching 
her knickers, and dribbling down her cheeks and inner 
thighs. She reached down and touched her aching spot. 
She was so caught up in the passion. 

By now, her clitoris was protruding out of its sheath, 
pushing the fabric of her moist panties out. I let go of 
her luscious breast and rested my left hand on her right 
knee. I kept kissing her passionately. Her legs were 
crossed. But as she got hotter and hotter with desire, 
she uncrossed them, opening them ever so slightly. I 
gently moved my hand to her left leg, touching her inner 
thigh. She grabbed my hand, and started pumping her legs 
together and apart again, trying to get some relief. As 
my hand moved slowly up her leg, she opened them 
accordingly, a little bit at a time. 

Soon my fingers touched the silky panties that were 
covering my favourite part of a woman's body. As I 
slipped my tongue deeper into her mouth, I slid my 
middle finger between her legs, rubbing her bulging, 
silk-covered lips. Her panties were wet and warm. My 
finger slid easily up and down between the moist crack 
in her panties. 

She began breathing heavily in my ear now. I pulled her 
panties to one side, trying to feel her bare skin. I 
wanted so much to touch her flower petals. I could feel 
her clitoris bulging, like it was trying to escape. I 
slipped two fingers into her hot pussy. The woman 
groaned and moaned with absolute pleasure. Somehow I 
pulled her panties off, and pushed my fingers back 
inside her. 

That's when she reached down with her right hand, and 
grabbed mine. I thought she was going to pull my hand 
away, but to my surprise, she placed her fingers over 
top of mine, and led them to her bare pussy lips. Then 
she started pushing my middle finger down and into her 
juicy vagina, her finger on top of mine, entering her 
hot pussy together. She tilted her seat back to get a 
better angle. 

She pushed our fingers deeper, putting upward pressure 
on them, as we both pressed on her pubic bone. She was 
so juicy that I could hear the squishing sound of her 
nectar, as it dripped onto our fingers. As our fingers 
slid in and out of her vagina, I rubbed her engorged 
clitoris with my thumb, making circular movements. 

She began moaning louder. I pulled my fingers out of 
her, and grabbed her clitoris with my thumb and finger, 
pumping it up and down like a penis. She moaned even 
louder now with pleasure, as I slipped two fingers back 
inside her vagina. She started biting her hand, to keep 
herself from screaming out in ecstasy, and waking her 
kids. She rocked herself up and down on my fingers. It 
had been more than a year since any man had touched her 
there. 

"What's the difference," she thought, "if I let him do 
this, or I go home and relieve myself with a banana?" 
like she had done before. I put my fingers, dripping 
with her juices, up to her mouth, and rubbed them on her 
lips. Her tongue came out like a hungry animal, and 
licked between my fingers. 

I did the same, darting my tongue between my first two 
fingers, as if it were her legs. We pressed our mouths 
together, tongues lashing each other between those 
fingers, like we were sharing a delicious honeycomb. I 
said, "You're so delicious." 

She was so aroused now, she looked at me intently with 
her passion-filled eyes, and said, "I want you inside 
me." 

I almost creamed my jeans. I was about to get on the 
floor in front of her, put her feet up on the dashboard, 
and lean in to lick and suck on her juicy labia. I 
wanted to taste her so badly. Her scent was driving me 
crazy. But before I could move, she said, "No, I can't 
do this. Stop. Take me home." 

"What!" I exclaimed. 

"Take me home, NOW!" 

I reluctantly complied. I felt my cock was going to 
explode. It wasn't her fault. I should have never kissed 
her, never awakened her latent desires. We drove to her 
farm, not saying a word all the way. She woke the kids, 
thinking it wasn't a good idea to let a strange man 
carry her kids into her matrimonial home. The kids 
walked groggily up to the front door. 

"I guess I was too aggressive. Tell me. Was it that last 
kiss?" 

"No," she replied. It was the first one. That was one 
kiss too many. I told you I was married," she said 
scoldingly. 

She was about to walk out of my life when I said, 
"Here's my number," handing her my landscaping business 
card. "Call me if you need help with your car. Just 
remember, I'm the one who wants to be with you." 

She took the card, reluctantly. 

"What's your name?" I asked. 

"Donna," she replied, and walked away. 

The taste of her lips was still on my tongue, and the 
smell of her pheromones on my fingers was intoxicating. 
I groaned deep inside, never having wanted a woman so 
badly before. My senses had been drenched in her 
libidinous desires. I finally understood what a MILF 
was. She was every bit a MILF, and then some. She would 
be the girl I would dream about for some time. I wanted 
her so bad I could taste it. "Donna," I said out loud. 
"What a hottie. I want you so bad." I drove off, leaving 
my dream girl behind.


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.

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 that one brief moment in her 
life. I would never forget her. I wanted to call her, 
but I didn't want to be obnoxious. I had driven past her 
place about three weeks after our first encounter, but 
the place was deserted. A 'For Sale' sign was on the 
lawn. But 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 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. 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. She knew then she could get any 
man she wanted. Her mannerisms and appearance belied her 
age, being sensually awaken at such an early 
prepubescent age.

There was only one sexual experience out of many that 
she enjoyed, during her awakening to her sexuality. One 
of her stepbrothers was a real looker, long hair and a 
great body for a sixteen year old. She was just ten at 
the time. 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, the 
sixteen year old, came home, and walked down the hall to 
his room. He noticed that Donna's door was slightly 
ajar. He saw her there on her couch, 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 thought. 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 looked 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. He sucked her clit 
at the same time as he flicked it with his thick, moist 
tongue. Donna loved it. This was the first time she had 
enjoyed sex. She moaned with pleasure, holding his head 
between her legs. 

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, tiny vagina. He made 
Donna stand up, with her back to him, with one leg up on 
the counter. He watched, as his massive, purple-headed 
cock 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, 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 tiny, tight pussy. 

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 ten year-old. 

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 just fourteen 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. 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 hand job 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 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 end 
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. 


CHAPTER THREE: FIRST LOVE (Jonathan)

The next day Donna started having flashbacks of several 
different short-term affairs she had had over the years. 
She so longed to have something lasting, permanent. It 
was love she was seeking, but didn't know how to find 
it. She went back to her first love, Jonathan. She was 
only twelve, but acted more like sixteen of seventeen. 
Jonathan was nineteen. He had a BSA Lightning Rocket, 
and on their first date, he took her for a fast ride in 
the English countryside. They stopped in a secluded 
hayfield, and sat hidden in the tall grass. "Have you 
ever had a girlfriend Jonathan?" Donna asked. "I did 
have one, my first one, last year." "What happened?" she 
inquired. "It's a long story." "We've got time. Tell 
me," Donna prompted. "Well it's really personal. You 
won't tell anyone, will you?" Donna consented to keep 
his secret.

"Well after we had been seeing each other for about a 
week, my girlfriend wanted to, you know, wanted to, to 
have sex. I wasn't sure about it, or even how to do it. 
And when we took our clothes off, she began laughing 
hysterically." "What was she laughing at?" Donna asked. 
"Well, I was born with a deformity. I only have one 
testicle. The doctors said it wasn't uncommon, but they 
were puzzled that I couldn't ejaculate," he explained. 
"Don't worry about it. It's not important to me. How 
about we just kiss," said Donna. She leaned forward to 
kiss him. "Sure," said Jonathan. "Do you know how to 
French-kiss?" he asked. "Of course. And you?" "I never 
have. Maybe you can teach me." It seemed strange that a 
nineteen year old boy had never French- kissed. But then 
again, he had confidence issues. Donna was more than 
willing, in fact, excited to show him how. They lay down 
in the long grass and began kissing. Jonathan loved the 
feel of her tender, girly tongue touching his. They kept 
kissing for a long time. Then Donna said, "Have you ever 
tried acupressure, for your problem, you know for 
ejaculation?" "What?" said Jonathan. The doctors tried 
many tests and medicines, but nothing worked. They 
couldn't find any blockage or physical reason for his 
problem. So they concluded his problem was 
psychological. "No, I haven't. And nobody's going to 
stick pins and needles in me, especially down there." 
Donna quickly replied, "No, not acupuncture. 
acupressure. There are nerve endings on your body that 
can stimulate reactions. I know. I've studied it. Would 
you let me try, Jonathan?" He said, "I'm not sure. Would 
you show me yours first?" "Okay, but you have to promise 
to let me try and help you, okay?" "Okay," agreed 
Jonathan. She was so excited, she could feel her juices 
running down her leg. Donna stood up in front of him and 
pulled down her knickers. They were wet with desire from 
all the French-kissing. She wanted Jonathan to see her 
private parts. She wanted him to touch her there, to 
kiss her there. Then slowly, hesitantly, she lifted her 
skirt. The hood of her clitoris was pulled back, being 
excited, exposing what looked like a mini-penis. A 
gentle breeze whispered across her clit, as if caressing 
it softly. It throbbed with desire to be touched, like 
she had done in bed, imagining kissing a boy. Jonathan 
got to see a girl's private parts for the first time, as 
he sat on the grass with Donna's hovering over him, 
knickers down. She hadn't reached puberty yet, at just 
twelve years old, but her vulva was well developed. "Oh, 
it's so beautiful," said Jonathan. He just stared at her 
mons venus, amazed. She had no pubic hair, making it 
seem to protrude even more. "It looks like a butterfly, 
and it has lips. He wanted so much just to open her 
labia with his fingers and put his mouth on them and 
stick his tongue in as deep as he could. Just thinking 
about that made his cock so hard. His foreskin pulled 
back so tight, it felt like it was going to tear. His 
cock had never been this hard before. He didn't 
understand what he was feeling, but he just wanted to 
shoot a load all over Donna, as if to claim her as his 
own. Can I touch them?" Sure, go ahead. But be gentle," 
she replied. Jonathan reached up and touched the 
velvety-soft lips. He slipped his middle finger in 
between them, like he had read in Penthouse Forum. Then 
he boldly slipped in another finger. Donna gasped. 
Jonathan had worked her pussy juices into a frothy 
lather. It caught her by surprise, totally unexpected 
that he would probe her vagina, at that moment. She had 
been standing all this time, but the pleasure of 
Jonathan's fingers deep inside her vagina was so 
intense, it made her legs feel like rubber, so she 
collapsed to her knees. "Oh Jonathan, I think I love 
you." That was the first time she ever said that to a 
boy. "I love you too Donna." They kissed. Jonathan held 
her with his arm around her waist, while his other hand 
kept exploring between her legs. This was all new to 
him. He was amazed how juicy it felt. She showed him how 
to push up with two fingers on her pubic bone, putting 
pressure on her G-spot. Donna had learned much about her 
body from the men in her life. They had stolen her will, 
and forced her into many unpleasant situations. But it 
was different with Jonathan. She could tell he loved 
her. She taught him how to rub her clitoris. He didn't 
even know there was such a thing as a clitoris. He 
rubbed it gently. It felt like a slippery pearl, hard 
and smooth. "I'd like to kiss them, your pussy lips. Do 
you mind," he asked. Donna tingled at the thought. "Go 
ahead." She laid flat on her back. He gently kissed 
them, then decided to part them and kiss her with his 
tongue, like he had done to her mouth. Donna's body 
shuttered, then she began to tremble, uncontrollably, 
all over. Her labia became so engorged with blood, they 
puffed up like a tasty muffin. Jonathan gently grabbed 
her inner lips with his teeth, and pulled them. Then he 
sucked them, making Donna squirm with pleasure. That 
even made her nipples get harder. She held his head. He 
began lapping up her love juices. Her pussy tasted so 
good, like butter and chicken. The aroma was driving him 
wild with desire. Jonathan asked to see her breasts. 
They were just developing. Donna was shy. "You won't 
laugh, will you? They're tiny Jonathan." He said, "Of 
course not," reassuringly. She reluctantly opened her 
sweater. She didn't need a bra. "They are beautiful 
Donna. Can I touch them?" Donna felt a burning desire 
between her legs at the thought of him fondling her 
tiny, nubile tits. He couldn't help himself. He leaned 
closer, and put his whole mouth on her perky little 
breast. He began sucking it. Donna's nipple tingled and 
went rock-hard. She started pumping her legs together, 
trying to get some relief from the burning desire she 
felt between them. Jonathan sensed that, so he rubbed 
his middle finger up and down her juicy labia as he 
sucked the other nipple. She so wanted to feel him 
inside her. "Will you try that acupressure on me now?" 
he asked. "Sure" said Donna excited about seeing his 
penis. They lay back down on the grass, and began 
kissing some more. Donna reached down and unzipped his 
jeans, reaching in his underwear. She began stroking his 
throbbing, hot cock as they kept darting their tongues 
in and out of each other's mouths. Donna slid down to 
his crotch, and pulled down his jeans and briefs. She 
got a good look at his scrotum, with one ball in the 
middle. She had seen a number of uncut penises, even at 
her young age, but Jonathan's was the best specimen she 
had ever seen. She made him stand up. 

"Here's one pressure point." She pressed her thumbs on 
the underside base of his shaft. "How's that?" "Oh, that 
feels good." "How about this?" This time she pressed on 
two places just under the head of his penis. ""Ya, that 
feels so good. I feel like I need to be relieved." Donna 
decided to take a chance. She wanted so much to suck his 
cock, and make him shoot his load in her mouth. "Tell me 
if you can feel this," she said. She grabbed the shaft, 
and slowly ran her tongue up from the base of his cock, 
to the head. Then she licked the head, and looked up at 
his face. His eyes were closed, but she could tell he 
was loving every minute of it. Then she began pumping 
her mouth up and down over the entire length of his 
throbbing cock. Then she wrapped her lips around the 
swollen tip of his pulsating member, and sucked it like 
sucking a popsicle. He felt his cock growing inside her 
mouth. He loved the feel of her soft, fleshy lips and 
tongue on his throbbing head. She could taste the pre-
cum juice that was trickling out of the slit in his 
penis head. It tasted so good to her. She had tasted 
semen before, but under a threat of death. She sucked it 
up wildly.

"Oh, don't stop," begged Jonathan. "Don't stop. Suck me 
dry. Make me cum, make me cum." His words made Donna so 
horny. Jonathan was surprised at what he said. He'd 
never spoken such words before. She felt such power, 
that she could make this young man beg for her. Donna 
kept sucking on his pulsating, hot cock. She wanted so 
much to make him cum. "Jonathan, I would love to be the 
first girl you made love to, and the first to make you 
ejaculate. And you would be the first boy to ever have 
made love to me." She didn't dare tell him about all the 
sexual abuse she experienced up to this point. And 
besides, none of it involved love. She was so hoping he 
would say yes. Jonathan always said the right thing. "Be 
the first girl? How about the only girl I would ever 
make love with? That's what I want, just you forever," 
he answered. Donna was so happy with his response; she 
excitedly straddled him, facing away from him, and 
guided the throbbing head of his penis to her vaginal 
opening.

She gingerly lowered herself onto his awaiting cock, 
feeling its tip part her awaiting lips, and held her 
position, not allowing his cock to penetrate her. He 
couldn't believe how good her moist labia felt on his 
pulsating cock head. They were so warm, so slippery. 
Donna loved his cock rubbing on her clitoris. It was so 
hard and rigid, she shuddered just thinking of it 
thrusting her hot, moist pussy. She repositioned 
herself, so as Jonathan's cock was lined up with the 
opening to her love chamber. She locked her vagina 
muscles on the head of his shaft, drawing it in deeper. 
But it wasn't until she thrust herself down hard on his 
cock that he banged her cervix. She pumped herself up 
and down violently on his cock. She spread her legs 
wider, so as to be able to put all her weight on his 
thick penis. They could both hear the sucking action 
that his cock head was making in her tight pussy. 
Jonathan looked up at her, and when he saw how much 
pleasure she was enjoying, wrapping her arms around her 
head, and moaning, he relaxed, and let go of his 
thinking. Her vagina was so tight that it felt like she 
was squeezing it with tightly squeezed hands. That's 
when he felt it. I t was like nothing he had ever 
experienced before. An acute surge of passion cascaded 
his feelings. It was so intense, so pleasurable, that he 
couldn't contain himself. He felt such a flood of 
pleasure, he was overcome with love for the beautiful 
girl who was fucking him. He grabbed her hips and pulled 
her down tight on his cock, making her scream in 
ecstasy. Jonathan experienced his first ejaculation. 
Donna had accomplished what all the doctors couldn't. 
And she loved the feel of his skin on hers, her own 
bareback lover. He shot such a hot wad of cum into her 
pussy that they both cried out simultaneously. Donna was 
so thrilled to have Jonathan's juices drench her pussy. 
I t was so wonderful, an experience they would never 
forget. His cock slid out and shot some spunk all over 
her vulva and labia. He couldn't explain it, but he felt 
a strange desire to shoot all over her entire body, 
marking her as his own. Jonathan felt he had more 
pressure to relieve. "Would you suck me some more? It 
just feels so good" he asked. Donna was enjoying the hot 
cum dripping out of her pussy. She got more out of him, 
by pumping his cock with both hands and her mouth. She 
was surprised how much more cum he had. She got quite a 
mouthful. And for the first time, she swallowed it 
because Jonathan was so good looking. It was all over 
way too soon. Jonathan took her home on his motorcycle. 
The vibrations from it made her even wetter. By the time 
she got home, her knickers were drenched in a love 
potion of a mixture of his cum and her juices. But for 
the first time, she felt so warm, so loved. 

Donna and Jonathan enjoyed their lovemaking day after 
day for weeks. Jonathan especially enjoyed Donna being 
his private dancer. It seemed her breasts grew a little 
more every day, especially with all the attention they 
were getting from Jonathan. And her mature vulva and 
labia loved Jonathan's tongue, and his expertise 
sucking. 

It broke Donna's heart to tell him she had to move to 
the continent. He cried and said he would wait forever 
for her to come back. Before she left, he gave her a 
flower. He said, "I want you to have this. It makes me 
think of you. It's called a clitoria." That was twenty 
years ago. Jonathan was just a fading memory, but 
something she would always cherish. She thought about 
Jonathan over the years, fantasizing about him. 
Sometimes she would use her hairbrush, sliding it in and 
out of her vagina, pretending it was Jonathan's massive 
cock. It had a thick round handle, but couldn't compare 
to Jonathan. 

When she was done masturbating, she always left her 
knickers soaking wet with pussy juice. "Oh Jonathan. I 
wish you were here to love me."


CHAPTER FOUR: HELENISM

As Donna was getting ready for her date with Steve at 
the Longhouse, she recalled other times she had hoped to 
find a lasting love. Stan came to mind. Donna met him at 
a dance hall. She had been dancing with her friend, 
Helen. Helen was the one and only friend she had since 
she moved to the island. She met her through an ad in 
the paper. Donna was looking for shared accommodations, 
and Helen had a bachelorette apartment in Nanaimo. "Come 
on in and check it out. There's the kitchen, there's the 
bathroom." It was pretty basic. "Just one bed?" Donna 
asked. "Yes we will have to share that. Are you alright 
with that?" Donna was a woman of the world. Sharing a 
bed was no big deal. "Sure. When can I move in?" "Right 
now." Donna went down to her car and grabbed her 
suitcases. She had no idea of Helen's strange 
personality quirks. That night, Helen came to bed, right 
after Donna did. She was naked. "Donna, do you have a 
boyfriend?" Donna told her, not at the moment. "What 
about you, Helen? Is there a special guy in your life?" 
"I've never had a boyfriend for more than a week or so, 
even with my breast implants." "Why not," Donna asked. 
"Well it seems I scare them off. It's because my 
clitoris is almost the size of a Shopsy's wiener. When 
they see that, they freak out, thinking I'm a guy. But 
I'm not. I have a vagina. I'm not a hermaphrodite 
either, because there is no opening in my clit, even 
though it has a head and a foreskin. I can't pee or 
ejaculate out of it. It's just an enormous six-inch 
clit. It does shrink sometimes." Can I see it?" Helen 
responded by lying on her back on her bed, baring 
herself. "Wow! Your breasts look great." "You can touch 
them if you want. I don't mind," said Helen. Donna 
reached up and touched them. The implants were hard. 
Then she looked down. "Is your clitoris always that 
big?" "No, It's at its smallest. I use a clit pump on it 
to get some satisfaction. "Can I touch that too?" Donna 
didn't wait for an answer. It was probably her British 
upbringing that made her so bold. She gently grabbed 
Helen's clitoris between her thumb and forefinger, and 
began pulling the foreskin back and forth, pumping it. 
It started growing, just like a penis. 

"Wow! That's so much better than my pump," said Helen. 
"Oh ya, how about this?" Donna leaned forward and put 
her lips on the shaft of Helen's clit, flicking it with 
her tongue, and sucking it like a cock. Donna slid her 
mouth up and down on Helen's swollen clit, sucking all 
the while. It grew to the size of a man's penis. Helen 
went wild, but it wasn't until Donna inserted two 
fingers in Helen's dripping wet pussy, and sucking her 
clit that she screamed out in ecstasy. "O that feels so 
good. No one has fucked me for years. That feels sooooo 
good!" After multiple orgasms, Helen wanted to return 
the favour. "Donna, you're so kind and compassionate. 
I've been longing for a human touch for years. And you 
haven't reacted like I was some kind of freak. I hope 
you don't feel bad or think you're a lesbian. You're not 
a lesbian, are you?" "Are you kidding? I love cock too 
much to ever be a lesbian. I love the taste and feel and 
smell of a man's cock. But what I love most is making 
them cum in me. That feels so powerful to me," Donna 
replied. Helen asked Donna to lie on her stomach, so she 
could rub her cock-like clit inside Donna's hot pussy. 
She pumped Donna from behind, making her scream out in 
ecstasy. Then she got Donna to lie down so they could 
get in a scissor-lock. Her engorged six-inch clit slid 
easily into Donna's hot slit. They kept tribbing for 
several minutes, rocking each other, with Helen's clit 
sliding in and out of Donna's vagina. Their love juices 
mixed, as it seeped out onto the other's vulva, and 
their labia locked on to each other's, making a sloshing 
sound. Helen loved Donna's luscious, nubile breasts. But 
she especially loved her pussy. Her labia were so well 
developed. She thought if hers was like that, she would 
be sure to wear tight jeans and shorts, just to show off 
in public. Then Helen gave Donna a gong that would fit 
in both of them. They fucked all night. The next 
morning, Helen showed Donna how to pump her clitoris. 
"You'll love it Donna. You'll love it. I learned about 
it at 'femalepumping.net'. And there's jewelry for it 
too, for your dance nights." Helen put the pump on 
Donna's clitoris, and began pumping. "Your clit looks so 
good. The pump worked well for Donna. Here, try this 
harness on. It will keep your clit hard, great for 
showing off through shorts or a swimsuit. First, let me 
show you how it looks on me. This is my fave." Donna 
tried it on. Helen had others Donna liked. Helen bought 
them from Sylvie-Monthule's, non-piercing jewelry 
collection. This was her favourite. Then Helen got out 
her strapon cock that actually could ejaculate. They had 
fun with that. They kept their relationship a secret all 
these years. They would always be secret lovers.


CHAPTER FIVE: NORTH TO ALASKA 

As Donna got ready for her first date since becoming a 
mother, her thoughts came back to an old flame, Stan. He 
was ten years older than her, but when she found out he 
was married, she broke it off. She's just like that. But 
she had no idea this guy would leave his family, just so 
he could continue fucking her. But this guy was 
immature. She wanted out, but when he offered to take 
her on a trip to Alaska, she accepted. He got a friend 
to do most of the driving, while he drank and slept on 
the backseat. "Pull over here Jim. I gotta' pee." Jim 
wasn't his real name. He was Asian, tall, with long 
hair, and extremely good-looking. 
 
He was only about twenty. But ever since he laid eyes on 
Donna, he flirted with her, secretly. Donna had teased 
him several times with her 'come-on' look, to see how 
brave he was. When Stan did drive, Donna would sit on 
the front bench seat between the two guys. One time, she 
decided to give Stan a blowjob as he drove. She leaned 
over, with her bum in the air. Jim could see up her 
skirt, as she touched herself, slipping her fingers 
under her knickers. She made sure Jim could see, as she 
rocked back and forth on her fingers, making her juices 
drip down on to the seat. She heard both men moan at the 
same time. Jim wanted so much to slide his thumb into 
her pussy, and push down on her G-spot. After Stan blew 
his load, Donna would sit back down between them, and 
squeeze Jim's thigh. She knew just the spot, and how 
hard to press. She loved it when she heard Jim moan with 
lustful desire.

"Here's a good spot. Pull over." Jim complied. Stan 
remained asleep. When he pulled over on the dirt logging 
road, Donna opened her door wide, and left it open. She 
took a few steps away from the car so Jim could easily 
see. She pulled down her white panties to her ankles, 
hiked up her skirt, baring her bottom, and showed him 
her 'doggy style' pose, rocking back and forth. Jim 
imagined coming onto her from behind, and banging her 
gong. He could hear her pee come gushing out. He 
wondered how anyone could pee so much. But it was a big 
turn-on to him, and Donna knew it. When she got back in 
the car, Jim started driving. Donna leaned against her 
door, tucking her left leg under herself, and lifted her 
right leg, so that her skirt slid to the top of her leg, 
exposing her white panties. "You like?" Donna teased. 
Jim looked down at her parted legs. She slid her right 
hand up her leg to her panties. Jim watched, trying not 
to crash. She pulled the elastic leg band aside, 
flashing her luscious pussy lips. Her fingers dipped 
between her juicy labia lips, wetting them with her 
tasty love nectar. She put her fingers to her mouth, and 
gave Jim that sweet innocent look, like she didn't know 
what she was doing. 

She slipped her panties off so Jim could get a good 
look. "What are you doing? Are you crazy? Stan's right 
there." Donna ignored him. She leaned forward and put 
her wet fingers in Jim's mouth. "Here, taste my pussy 
and tell me you don't want some of that. Don't worry. 
He's asleep. He's so drunk, he won't wake up until 
tomorrow," Donna whispered tantalizingly in Jim's ear. 
"Keep driving while I suck your cock. I'm gonna' suck it 
so hard, your ears will pop." "Why are you doing this? I 
thought you and Stan were a couple." She leaned forward 
again and whispered, "Stan's either drunk or stoned all 
the time. I need to be fucked every night. What's wrong? 
Aren't you man enough?" Donna reached for his cock. 
"Feels hard. Let me suck it." She opened his fly, and 
popped open his jean button. She pulled his cock out and 
was stunned to see how thick it was. She couldn't close 
her hand around it. The head was swollen and purple, and 
dripping with pre-cum semen. She began sucking it. Jim 
moaned with pleasure. But he had a worried look on his 
face, wondering how Stan would react seeing his 
girlfriend giving head to another man. Donna sucked so 
hard, Jim thought he would cum in her mouth. "No, no! 
I'm ready to shoot. Is that what you want?" "Pull over. 
Pull over and come fuck me like a man." Jim pulled over. 
Donna got out and leaned over the hood. Jim came up 
behind her and slowly slid all eleven inches in her 
awaiting pussy . "You fucking horny bitch. I'm gonna' 
fuck your little ass off, you sweet little fucker, you," 
Jim blurted out. Just before he came, Donna got on her 
knees and said "Shoot your cum all over me. Let me rub 
it into my skin. I want your scent all over me." Donna 
was shocked to see how much sperm one man could produce. 
Her face and hair were drenched, and it ran down to her 
breasts. "Oh, I love your smell Jim. It makes me so 
horny. Fuck me just one more time. Slam me hard. Come 
down here on the ground and fuck me, my stallion. You 
have such a horse cock." 

All the way to Alaska and back, they bought Stan cases 
of beer so they could fuck. But one time, just to tease 
Jim, Donna sat in the back, while the two men sat up 
front. Donna sat to the right, and pulled her top up, 
flashing Jim in the rear view mirror. Then she hiked her 
skirt up and pulled her knickers off, exposing her 
luscious labia. She started fingering herself. She 
reached in her purse and pulled out her clit pump. She 
laid back, legs spread, so Jim could get a good view in 
the mirror. He kept turning around. Her clit was as long 
as her baby finger after just a few seconds. Stan was 
oblivious to what was going on. Donna reached in her 
purse again and pulled out two golf balls. She lay back 
on the seat, legs bent with her pussy in the air. She 
placed the balls, one at a time, on her labia. Jim 
turned and saw with amazement how Donna could suck each 
one into her vagina with her pussy muscles. By now, 
Donna was so hot, she told Jim to pull over. She got out 
of the car, opened Stan's door, and dragged him out by 
the hand, and led him to the front of the car.

"I want you to fuck me right here, right now," she 
ordered. Stan thought she was crazy, but he knew she 
wasn't shy. She leaned forward over the hood, spread her 
arms across the hood, while Stan lifted her skirt, and 
inserted his hot cock in her juicy pussy, golf balls and 
all. "You big cock, you. Fuck me hard." All the while 
she watched Jim through the windshield. She gave him 
that come- on look, while she mouthed the words "fuck 
me." She teased him with her tongue. She knew the next 
time they had an opportunity to get it on, Jim would be 
so fucking horny, so hard, so much more powerful with 
his thrusting.


CHAPTER SIX: THE BAND

She came back to reality. As she stood in front of the 
mirror brushing her hair, she thought, "A date tonight 
at The Longhouse, eh? The last time I was there was for 
the wet T-shirt contest. 54-40 was playing." 

She remembered how she thought her friend Helen would 
win, what with her boob-job and all. But 

Donna had the whole package, and she knew how to present 
it. She wore a pair of white terrycloth short-shorts. 
They were so tight, you could see the bulge of her vulva 
and her labia. When they got wet, they soaked up the 
water like a thirsty towel. The water mixed with her 
juices dripping from her pussy, making a sticky 
concoction. That alone would have made her a winner if I 
was the judge, seeing her protuberant lips. And her T-
shirt was very thin. She had cut it off half way up. Her 
breasts were big enough to hold the shirt loosely off 
her body. The band members had come up on stage with 
spray bottles, spraying the dozen girls with cold water. 
Neil, the lead singer, was the last band member to spray 
the girls, so he got to see the best results of all that 
soaking. When he got to Donna and saw her big nipples 
sticking out, as if to say, "Take me," he started 
singing, "Hey there pretty girl, can I kiss you?." Donna 
was flattered, and gave him that shy, vulnerable look, 
the look I hope I'll never forget, the look that said, 
"Please take me and teach me how to fuck you." That was 
the look that won her the contest, Neil explained to the 
audience. 

After the first set, Donna sat with the band at their 
table. Neil had seen her dancing, and asked if she would 
dance some more, but for him, right up front. She 
agreed. Neil invited her to the follow-up party back at 
the motel. When they got there, only she and Neil, and 
Ian their drummer had enough energy to party. Neil 
poured Donna some Courvoisier in a huge snifter. They 
passed some loco week between them. It was mixed with 
some cocaine. In minutes, the three of them were flying. 
Donna had never been so stoned before. It gave such a 
great feeling of euphoria, and a heightened sense of 
sexual awareness. She couldn't believe she was with 54-
40, one of her favourite bands.

"Let's play a game," Neil said. "I'll put a blindfold on 
you Donna, and you have to guess who it is that touches 
you, or whatever." Donna thought she would be good at 
this, and agreed. Neil put the blindfold on her and sat 
her on a stool. She had no idea this would inspire Neil 
to write 'Ocean Pearl', you know, "play a kiss and tell 
with poison pills." "Okay. Who's this?" Ian touched her 
cheek. "That's easy. Ian." "Okay. We're going to take 
turns kissing you." Again, Ian went first. Donna guessed 
right. Then Neil stood her on her feet. Ian went behind 
her, and pulled her hair to one side, baring her neck. 
He leaned forward and kissed her gently on the neck. He 
put his hands on her luscious breasts, and pinched her 
nipples.. Donna wasn't sure who it was. Then Neil 
approached her from the front, held her head in both 
hands, and kissed her on the lips. It felt so good to 
have both of them kissing her at the same time. The guys 
quickly forgot about the game, and started enjoying 
Donna's company. Each one of them took turns finger 
fucking her, first Neil, then Ian. Neil motioned to Ian 
to go over to the bed. He led Donna over and placed her 
hand on Ian's crotch. She knew what to do. She quickly 
undid his belt and top button on his jeans, and pulled 
them off, along with his shorts. She grabbed his cock. 
How unusual. It was about 11 inches long, but it had a 
huge curve to it, more pronounced than a banana. It was 
already dripping with pre-cum juice. Donna ran her 
tongue up and down the shaft, then licked the head, 
poking her tongue in the end hole. 

Meanwhile, Neil got naked and sat on the bed beside 
them. He grabbed Donna's hand, leading it to his massive 
cock. It was thick, over a foot long, thirteen and a 
half inches, he told her. Neil removed her blindfold 
while she sucked his cock. He told Donna to kneel on the 
floor. He came up behind her, and inserted his long, 
throbbing cock, just to get her ready for what was next. 
Here's when Neil got the idea for the title. He pulled a 
string of pearls up and down Donna's inner labia. He 
urged her to straddle Ian, who was partially draped over 
the bed, his feet touching the floor. Donna climbed up 
on top of Ian, straddling him, and leaning on his cock. 
She guided him in. She felt it part her labia, then 
penetrate her vagina. It felt so good. But she had no 
idea of the level of pleasure she would feel next. Neil 
got behind her, stood between Ian's feet, and brought 
his hand-held cock to her stuffed vagina. He slid his 
cock in her tight pussy, right on top of Ian's, grabbing 
her gorgeous hips, and pulled her even harder down on 
their pulsating penises. Donna screamed out in utter 
ecstasy. There were two throbbing, hot cocks ramming her 
pussy, and banging her gong, over and over. It was the 
curve in Ian's cock that made his positioning so easy. 
Neil let go of Donna, letting her pump both of them. 
Neil's cock was the longest she had ever had in her. 
"You dirty sweet pussy fuckers, you," she blurted out. 
I'm gonna' make you both cum together." "You dirty sweet 
hot fucking ball-breaking little fucker you," Neil 
blurted out. She pumped them hard, pounding them, like a 
little gang banger. Then together, both Ian and Neil 
came off. Donna could feel the hot sperm gushing out 
their cocks, and spurting huge loads of delicious spunk 
in her pussy. That was a night she would never forget, 
and the only time she ever experienced a double 
penetration. But it was definitely a confidence booster, 
satisfying two men simultaneously. 


CHAPTER SEVEN: BANG A TOM-TOM

Ah yes. That was then, some years ago. But now Donna was 
about to have a date with a gorgeous hunk. Steve 
wouldn't be the first guy she was with since her 
divorce, though. At work, all the waitresses were 
complaining to her that the cook would no longer do 
them, ever since he became hung up on her. Chef Tom had 
heard about what Donna did with the waitresses. After 
work one night, they were so drunk in the kitchen that 
they took a raw egg and tried to crack it with their 
labia. No one could. No one, that is, until they 
challenged Donna to try. She didn't mingle with the 
other waitresses. They were too immature, teenagers 
twenty years her junior. All they talked about was how 
great a fuck Tom was, often doing two or three of them 
at a time in his tent after work. Some of them bragged 
about how many times they could make him cum. One girl 
said she wasn't able to take his entire cock in her 
pussy, Tom being 'too horse-like', as she put it. But 
Donna wanted to show them she still had it going on, so 
she grabbed the same egg they'd been passing around, 
lifted her skirt, put her hand down her knickers, and 
inserted the egg in her vagina. The girls watched in 
amazement, as they saw the gooey mess run down her 
thighs. Of course that story aroused Tom, since he had 
the hots for her. He'd never fucked a milf He'd never 
wanted a milf, until he saw Donna. Two of Tom's friends, 
who frequented the restaurant, kept talking about her 
'kick-ass' legs, asking him if he had fucked her yet. 
Tom told them she wouldn't let him because she was 
married. He wanted to fuck her more than anyone he'd 
ever lusted after. Whenever she was in the kitchen, Tom 
got such a hard-on. Every girl he fucked after meeting 
Donna, he imagined was her.

Her flirting with Tom started out so innocently about a 
year ago. "So the girls tell me you can't be satisfied," 
Donna said to Tom, just as a passing comment. "Betcha' 
can." Donna thought nothing of it after that. But Tom 
took it to mean, "Betcha' I can." Ever since then, Tom 
gave her longing glances, quite often reciprocated. She 
loved being a prick teaser. He could look, but not 
touch. That would make her horny, just knowing his cock 
was aching for her. But she made it clear a number of 
times that she wouldn't have sex with him, saying, "I'm 
still married." Tom told her he'd wait forever to have 
her. She replied, "You're right. You'll wait forever. 
You can't have me." That made him want her all the more, 
and she knew it. Since then, Donna took great delight in 
teasing his cock. She loved seeing the bulge in his 
pants. She wanted him too, or at least his 'horse-like' 
cock, but wouldn't compromise her values. She would 
often give him just a glimpse of what she was wearing 
under her skirt. Sometimes it was nothing. She knew when 
Tom would take a smoke break, and would walk upstairs to 
the office. So one time, she took her knickers off, and 
went up, while Tom stood at the bottom, smoking. She 
made sure he was watching. She'd look back, putting her 
hand to her mouth, pretending it was an accident that he 
saw anything. After hours, Tom always sat at the same 
booth. She would take a cloth, and start wiping the 
table across from him, making sure he got a good view of 
her knickers.. Another time, while she wiped the table 
across from his table, she made sure he saw she wasn't 
wearing any knickers. Then she'd turn, and give him that 
come-and-fuck-me look. And whenever she cleaned the 
kitchen bathroom when Tom was working, she'd take her 
panties off, and leave the door open. She'd play 
innocent. But she could feel Tom's eyes on her pussy, as 
she scrubbed the floor on her hands and knees, skirt 
hiked up high. Sometimes, she'd take home the gubbins 
for her chickens. She planned on asking Tom to help her 
with the boxes, so once again she wanted to play the 
prick-teaser. She'd slip her knickers off, and put them 
on the car seat. She made sure they were juicy. She 
placed them so the wet spot was visible. She would walk 
in front of Tom, and lean over the car seat, directing 
him to go around to the other side where the panties 
were. Tom could see her succulent labia, moist with 
desire, as she leaned into the car. When Tom opened the 
passenger side door, he'd see her wet knickers. Donna 
grabbed them and said, "Sorry." Ya, sorry alright, 
"sorry you can't fuck me Tom," is what she meant. At 
break times, she loved to flash Tom, just to tease his 
prick. She knew how badly he wanted to fuck her. She'd 
take her knickers off first, which were usually wet from 
thinking about him seeing her pussy. She knew the 
perfect poses to display her gorgeous pussy from behind, 
leaning over benches so he could see her pussy lips. 

***

Friday nights were 'employee's choice', as to what to 
wear. It was a very hot Friday night that Donna decided 
to wear a light, white dress, no bra, no knickers, just 
pearls. She stuck her pearl necklace in her vagina, 
leaving just the end dangling out enough to be seen when 
she sat down. That night, she and Tom were having a 
cigar break outside the back door. It was hot and humid. 
Donna had fantasized many times about standing out there 
on a night such as this, and going down on him letting 
him shoot his load of hot cum all over her face. But she 
would never do it, as long as she was married. And it 
came as a total surprise to her what happened next. It 
shouldn't have been a surprise, with such strong sexual 
tension between the two of them, and all the prick 
teasing she had been dishing out. Without a word, Tom 
pinned her against the wall. He held her wrists behind 
her back with one hand, and kissed her on the mouth. 
"What are you doing?" She was stunned. She was amazed at 
how strong Tom was. He could no longer contain his lust 
for her. "I want you." Donna was flattered that such a 
young buck wanted a piece of her. But she was driving 
him crazy, like no one could. "I'm married," she blurted 
out." She tried to push him off, but he was too strong. 
With his free hand, he unzipped her dress. It fell to 
the ground. He was quick to slip a finger in her wet 
pussy, stuffing the pearls all the way in, and gave her 
a finger fucking she would never forget, right up 
against the wall. Her love nectar was almost gushing out 
of her vagina. She had never been so wet with desire. 
"Come on Donna. Pour a little sugar on me," Tom coaxed. 
Her labia became extremely engorged, as Tom kneeled in 
front of her, putting one of her legs over his shoulder, 
lapping up her juices, and sucking on her clitoris. 
Donna went wild with a desire to be fucked. And Tom 
couldn't help himself. He tried to coax her to come to 
his tent, where they could fuck in private. But Donna 
was adamant. "I told you Tom. I'm married." "That's 
okay. I'll wait forever for you. I heard you talking 
about your marriage falling apart. I want to be the next 
to be with you." He let her go, and apologized for his 
behaviour, but he was so grateful to have had just a 
taste of her. They pulled themselves together, and went 
back inside to work. 

Tom's wanton glances continued for several weeks. They 
didn't talk at all. But they both felt the sexual 
tension between each other. Donna's was no less than 
his, but she was faithful to her marriage vows, a very 
special and highly prized woman, very rare. Tom had no 
idea that Donna's marriage had recently terminated. And 
she didn't tell him. She was waiting for the right 
moment. She still had an aching desire towards Tom. 
Whenever he was around, she could feel her love juices 
flowing, sometimes down her inner thigh. And she hadn't 
had sex in ages. She wanted to surprise Tom. After work 
one night, just the two of them stayed back to clean up. 
"Here are my car keys. Go get in the car and wait for 
me." "What? said Tom. "Don't ask questions. Just do as I 
say." Tom followed through. He'd never been around 
strong women. All of them were just gullible, silly 
teenage girls. 

Donna quickly finished cleaning, and got in the car. She 
drove to a laneway beside the river, not saying a word. 
Tom looked over at Donna sitting there, parked in the 
moonlight. "Aren't you married?" "Shhh!" she said. 
"Don't tell." She swung herself to face Tom. Her skirt 
hiked up her right leg just enough to expose her inner 
thigh, and showed him she wasn't wearing any knickers. 
"What are we doing here?" Tom asked. "What are we doing 
here?" "I'll tell you what. All the waitresses are 
complaining to me that you won't fuck them anymore. They 
say they miss your big fat cock. But what's worse is 
that you insult them by telling them they don't satisfy 
you, even when you fuck two or three of them at a time." 
She was getting excited now, thinking about fucking 
Tom." Look what I've been wearing all night at work." 
She flashed him her clit jewelry. She could feel her 
love juices running down her leg, and was sure Tom could 
see it too in the moonlight. Donna was excited now. She 
could feel her clit throbbing. She got over on Tom's 
side, straddled him, and reached down the chair side to 
lower the back of Tom's seat. She quickly pulled her top 
off, exposing her lush stripper's tits. She pushed him 
back, and ripped his shirt open. "You know what your 
problem is? Let me tell you what your problem is'" she 
shouted angrily. "You've never been fucked by a woman, I 
mean a real woman, just those silly, little girls. But 
I'm gonna' show you what it's like to fucked by a real 
woman. I'm gonna' fuck your brains out." Donna reached 
down and violently ripped open his belt and pants. She 
could hardly wait to taste his cock. She hadn't been 
fucked for months. She pulled his cock out. It was true 
what the girls said. Tom's cock was massive, and as 
thick as her wrist. It was stunningly beautiful. She 
began licking it up and down the shaft. Then she climbed 
back to her seat, and pumped his cock, just admiring its 
beauty. She leaned forward again, so she could suck his 
cock head. Donna surprised herself to find that she 
could actually put his entire throbbing cock in her 
mouth. Tom was surprised too. None of the girls could do 
that. There was a moment when she thought she might gag, 
but this was worth it. Then she straddled Tom again, 
rubbing her labia on Tom's throbbing cock head, 
teasingly, then pumped herself hard, up and down on his 
engorged penis. Tom moaned extremely loudly, banging his 
fists on the car seat. "What's wrong, big boy? I told 
you being fucked by a woman would drive you wild." There 
wasn't much headroom, so she got off him and told him to 
get out of the car. She took him by the hand to the 
front, where she leaned forward over the hood, and 
spread her legs wide. "Okay, Tom-Tom. Bang a gong, Tom-
Tom. Show me your stuff. Come and fuck me hard. Pump 
that big cock in me. Do me. Do me."

"Donna," he whispered softly in her ear from behind her, 
kissing her neck. "I wanted you from the night of the 
staff costume party, when you wore that black ballerina 
outfit with the white stockings, and no panties. I knew 
then you were a little cock teaser. I was so turned on 
when you flashed me and the two rockers from Montreal. 
They always said you had kick-ass legs. And they loved 
it when you'd show them your clit jewelry every time you 
wore it. Blondie really liked your 'sapphire eye'. You 
pulled the big end out. They said it was dripping. But 
they both had a good laugh when they saw your zipper." 
"Ya," said Donna. "I said to them, 'Do you want to see 
my fly?'." She had her clit pierced and a zipper head 
attached, so it looked like her pussy was zipped up. 
"Now just shut up and fuck me. I want to know what all 
the girls are so crazy about." Tom wasted no time. He 
turned her around so she faced him, and kissed her long 
and hard. She loved that. To show her gratitude, she 
went down on him, licking his cock, looking up at him 
with innocent eyes. He lifted her up and laid her on her 
back on the hood, facing him. He wanted to see her 
reaction when he pushed his big dong deep inside her. 

She wrapped her legs around him, as he guided the head 
of his penis. He rubbed it up and down her dripping 
labia, bumping her clit. But she had no idea of the 
magnitude of pleasure she was about to experience. "Come 
and do me, you big cock you. Do me, do me," she blurted 
out. Tom leaned into her, pushing his cock so deep into 
her that she cried out in ecstasy. She couldn't speak 
because the pleasure was so intense. She did a sit-up, 
squeezing him hard with her kick-ass legs, wrapping her 
arms around his neck, pulling herself up to his face. 
She began kissing him wildly, passionately. She was 
crying because of the sensuous intensity of pleasure. 
Her whole body was trembling, tingling. He didn't pump 
her. He didn't move. He just left his huge, throbbing 
cock right where it was, pushing hard on her cervix. 
Donna thought she may have had a cervical orgasm before, 
but it was nothing like this. It wasn't the length of 
thickness of his cock even though it was a magnificent 
specimen. It was the sheer power and force of his 
pushing, the powerful pressure on her cervix, with the 
strength and intensity of a muscular, robust stallion. 
Donna tried to push him off, just to catch her breath, 
but he was too strong. Now he placed his hands on her 
gorgeous hips, and pulled her hard on his cock. Her 
entire body was convulsing with pure euphoria. Tom just 
held the head of his cock there for five or six minutes, 
pulling Donna forcefully onto his cock, not allowing her 
to move. She shuttered with wave after wave of unbridled 
orgasms. Then it happened. Tom's cock started pulsating, 
gushing out hot sperm all inside Donna. He must have 
spurted out a liter or more of hot cum like an issue 
from a horse. It spilled out all over the ground. When 
he pulled out his massive cock, it caused her labia 
minora to protrude, like a prolapsed muscle. It was 
because his massive cock head acted like a plunger, 
pulling out everything with it, when he withdrew it. 

It took Donna quite some to come back to reality. The 
two of them stood there snogging, the juices dripping 
out of her, in a puddle. She had so wanted to scold him 
and teach him a lesson about the difference between 
fucking inexperienced girls and being satisfied by a 
mature woman. But she truly had been humbled by his 
display of how he could indeed satisfy a woman, and 
satisfy like no other ever did. He truly was the best 
fuck she had ever experienced.

***

About an hour later, she drove him back to his tent, 
where she fucked him this time, riding on his cock, 
making him cum again. Then she kissed him passionately, 
exchanging saliva with him. She slid down between his 
legs, and licked their juices off his huge cock. She 
loved the taste and the smell of their lovemaking. She 
got out of the tent, saying goodbye. As she drove away, 
she hoped to do that all over again. Her orgasms 
continued for several hours. She was in an extremely 
blissful state of being, much like the euphoria of 
cocaine high.


CHAPTER EIGHT: FOURTH LAKE

It was such a recent experience, she wondered if she 
should jeopardize her relationship with Tom by going out 
this night with Steve. But she had caught Tom a couple 
of times with two waitresses in his tent. He had proven 
his point. He could drive a woman fifteen years older 
than him into mindless bliss. Donna was no longer a 
challenge. She had been conquered. But Steve was not a 
compromise. He was gorgeous. And going out with Steve 
might result in that long-term love relationship she had 
been seeking since she was a little girl. "There must be 
a man out there for me, a good, one I can love, and 
trust." Maybe it was Steve. As she sorted through her 
clothes, trying to decide what to wear, her mind 
wandered back to her short fling with Randy. Donna met 
him at the Longhouse. He was with three male friends. 
She had challenged them to a drinking contest. When two 
of them passed out, Randy invited her to come with them 
on a fishing weekend up on Fourth Lake. She accepted. 
The next day, the five of them found themselves in the 
middle of the lake, with lots of booze. All but Randy 
started making fun of her, saying she could hold her 
liquor, but she couldn't stand up and piss overboard. 
The three guys took turns standing up, and pissing right 
in front of her. Randy looked at her. He knew she was 
tough. How would she respond? "Oh ya, you guys might 
have cocks, but you can't touch these." That's when she 
flashed them her gorgeous full breasts. "She's got 
stripper tits. Look how her nipples point up, not just 
out!" "Okay guys, that's enough," yelled Randy. "Let's 
show the lady a little respect."

When they got back to shore, Donna decided she'd go for 
a swim. She didn't want those crude guys around her, so 
she walked down the road a bit. She made sure Randy saw 
her, but not the others. She had just put on her 
swimsuit, and covered herself back up. There was a trail 
back down to the lake about half a mile from camp. She 
found a place to lay her towel, so she sat down to warm 
up in the sun. Randy had been watching her. The other 
guys were heading back into town for more beer. Randy 
stayed behind and went looking for Donna. "Mind if I 
join you, or have you had enough of men?" She did seem 
like a tomboy. Maybe she didn't like guys. "No, that's 
okay. You're alright. It's those other crude asses." "Ya 
I know. I don't always pick the best friends. Are you 
going for a swim later?" "Yes, soon as I warm up." She 
was enjoying the warm rays on her jacket and jeans.

"So, do you have a boyfriend?" "Would I be here with 
four guys if I did?" she replied. Maybe he was right. 
Maybe she didn't like guys. She didn't have anyone with 
her when they met. "What about you? Do you have a 
girlfriend?" "Would I be here with those guys if I did?" 
he replied. "Touché," said Donna. She was getting pretty 
warm now. She decided to take her jeans off, now that 
Randy laid sideways at the bottom of her towel, looking 
right at her. When she stood up, he was looking at her 
knees. She remembered how much fun it was in gym class, 
teasing the boys during gymnastics. She wore a tight, 
leopard-skin, Speedo-type suit for gym. All the boys 
would sit on the floor when Donna came out to perform. 
They loved looking at the bulge her vulva made. She 
would purposely buy an outfit one size too small, just 
so her labia would show. She loved being a prick-teaser. 
It helped her reclaim some power that was taken from her 
from sexual abuse. And the new gym instructor paid her 
special attention over all the other girls. He made her 
stay behind, when everyone else left. He told her if she 
wanted to be able to do the splits on the balance beam, 
she would have to learn how to stretch the tendons in 
her upper thighs. He made her do a tripod stand, lifting 
one leg straight up over her head, like a ballerina. 
Then he'd place the palm of his hand on her crotch, 
telling her that her legs had to be flush with his hand. 
She liked how he kept his hand there for such a long 
time, just resting on her bulge. She had such a burning 
desire to rub on his hand, so she'd rock back and forth, 
waving her extended leg in the air. He'd press his 
middle finger hard against her cloth-covered clitoris, 
pushing down, then easing up, over and over, until she 
had an orgasm. By the time they were done, her gym suit 
was wet between her legs. Her instructor wanted so much 
to lean forward and kiss her pussy. His fingers were wet 
from her creamy juices. He couldn't help himself from 
slipping them under the elasticized leg of her suit. And 
finger fucking her. "No, no. You can't have me," pulling 
his hand away. But after that, she knew he wanted her, 
so she continued teasing him at every opportunity. Donna 
stood facing Randy. She slowly unzipped her jeans, and 
slid her hands inside them, easing them down. Her blue 
one-piece swimsuit fit very snugly around her crotch. 
She purposely parted her legs so Randy could easily see 
between them. She had quite a gap there naturally, but 
this was a better view. She lay down on her back, her 
crotch right near Randy's face. She kept her right leg 
flat, but put her left foot flat on the towel, so that 
her leg could move. She did a sit-up to see if Randy was 
watching. He was, intently. Donna started pumping her 
left leg back and forth. She used her labia muscles to 
squeeze them together, then relax them. Randy watched 
every pulse of her pussy lips. Her leg pumping got her 
worked up. Randy could hear a sloshing sound coming from 
between Donna's legs. The crotch of her swimsuit was wet 
now. Randy wanted to see and touch her lips so badly. 
Randy somehow had the sense to know Donna was a girl of 
action. Why else would she putting on such a show. But 
he waited to see if she'd make the first move. She did. 
She reached between her legs, pulled her swimsuit to one 
side, and dipped her fingers in her juicy pussy. He 
didn't waste any time, or bother asking if he could 
touch her. He just got on all fours, and crawled up to 
Donna's crotch, and planted a warm, wet kiss on her left 
inner thigh. The scent of her pheromones was driving him 
crazy. He put his mouth right on her swimsuit, right 
over her labia, and began running his tongue up and down 
her bulging lips. He pulled the suit to one side and ran 
his tongue along her bare labia. Donna had no problem 
removing her swimsuit. She pulled it off and kneeled 
over Randy's mouth. Then he laid her on the towel for 
some more licking. "Let's get wet," she said, and ran to 
the water. They both jumped in. Donna swam back to 
shore, where Randy was sitting. He loved her pose, 
standing there in the sunlight. Her breasts were still 
small, but scrumptious-looking. She started giving him 
head underwater." Would you like to dry me off?" Randy 
fondled her tits from behind. Then he turned her around. 
She had the most gorgeous tits he'd ever seen. He took 
her towel and dried her breasts. That was the end of it. 
Randy was satisfied, and Donna continued to keep men's 
cocks out of her pussy. But she was young then. There 
would be more opportunities ahead.
 
Donna remembered another experience. Her move from 
Sussex to Belgium landed her the opportunity for a short 
stopover in Reinhardt, where she met a marquis at a 
night club. Even at fourteen, she was never asked for 
ID. The marquis was drawn to her because of her 
seductive dancing. He invited her back to his castle. He 
owned extensive stables, and costly prize race horses. 
"I've been having so much trouble trying to get my 
prized stallion to mate. So I had hoped to get a sperm 
sample from him, but he won't cooperate. He doesn't get 
excited around the most fertile fillies. It's so 
frustrating. His foals will sell for tens of thousands 
of pounds," he said, agonizingly. It was clear that his 
main concern was money, not the horse. "Show me," said 
Donna. "I'm studying to be a veterinary. And I'm 
particularly good with horses." The marquis complied. 
Donna was introduced to the most magnificent steed she 
had ever seen.

"Aren't you gorgeous," she exclaimed. "You're so 
beautiful." It was love at first sight. Donna stroked 
the horse, rubbing his mane, and talking ever so sweetly 
to him. He was a jet black stallion, a good sixteen 
hands tall. Donna continued to talk sweetly to him. "We 
need you, big boy. We need you to perform for us. These 
fillies want you so bad. What is it? Have you been 
intimidated?" Donna knew how stir up any male with her 
words, and her tender, but firm touch. She ran her hand 
along his side.

"What's his name?" she asked. "Sisco. He's Spanish." "Of 
course," she said. "Oh Sisco, you're so beautiful. Won't 
you show me what you've got? Show me what you have to 
offer the ladies. I bet you're a big boy. Come on and 
show me," she coaxed. Donna had never done this before, 
but she figured it couldn't be much different than 
arousing a man. She ran her hand back to his hip, and 
slid her it underneath to his belly. She kept sweet-
talking the steed. "Oh ya," she whispered. "I can't wait 
to see your beautiful cock. I bet it's long and thick." 
The marquis was quite impressed with Donna's expertise 
around the horse. She reached further back, and started 
stroking his scrotum, ever so gently. "Oh, wow! You have 
such big balls. But your scrotum is so tight. You have 
to trust me and relax. Let me stroke your cock." Donna 
wrapped her hand around the sheath containing his cock. 
Not even the head was sticking out. She started sliding 
the sheath back and forth slowly, making the skin rub on 
his penis. "Oh Sisco. Show me your cock. I bet it's 
magnificent." The horse, seemed to understand. After 
several minutes of sweet talk and gentle pumping, Donna 
felt his cock head slip out of its sheath. "Oh, that 
feels so beautiful. Show me more. Show me your 
magnificent cock." Sisco responded to her velvety touch, 
as she cupped his penis head, making a tight circle 
around it, like the entrance to a filly's vagina. What a 
strange head it was, unlike any man's she'd ever seen. 
"Pump me Sisco. Pump my hand." Donna pushed the sheath 
back, exposing more and more of Sisco's cock with her 
every stroke. And with much patience, Donna was able to 
get the horse to show her his entire three foot cock. 
The heady smell of the excited horse, along with the 
power she had over this magnificent beast was making her 
wet. She squeezed his cock tightly, repeatedly, as if 
milking it like an udder. "Pass me that condom, and I'll 
finish him off for you," ordered Donna. She slipped the 
latex cover over his cock head, and pumped him ever so 
slowly, whispering sweet nothings in his ear. Sisco 
began stomping his hind feet, as he shot out wave after 
wave of hot horse cum into the condom. Donna could feel 
the power, the strength of Sisco's orgasm through his 
massive horse cock. "Oh, you good boy you. I knew you 
could do it. You're such a hot stud Sisco."He must have 
ejaculated a liter or more of creamy, white liquid. She 
handed the bag, full of sperm, to the marquis. He had 
never been so horny, watching this young girl jerk off 
his stallion. But as for him, he didn't even get to 
first base. He seemed too much of a wimp, especially 
after Donna had such a good time with Sisco. She was 
quite pleased with herself, being able to make a 
stallion cum. She felt no need for a man that night. I 
mean, what guy could top that?

Donna did manage to get a ride on Sisco, as payment for 
her services. Bareback, of course, her and the horse. 
She loved the feel of his powerful body between her 
legs. It was that same power she felt in his massive 
cock, when he spurted out all that horse cum. As he 
galloped, Donna bounced up and down. Sisco's broad back 
caused her labia to spread open, banging her clitoris 
over and over again. She couldn't keep herself from 
cumming all over his back. She felt wave after wave of 
orgasms. It was a magical moment of bonding, as they 
rode together through the woods. "I love you Sisco," she 
said. 
 

CHAPTER NINE: THE BELGIUM EXPERIENCE

Donna's mind continued to drift. She kept wandering back 
to her first love, Jonathan. She would often sit in her 
favourite chair, fantasizing about their first kiss. 
Sometimes she'd rock herself to sleep dreaming of 
Jonathan's beautiful cock in her warm pussy. They had 
two wonderful years together. 

Figure 1: fantasizing about Jonathan 

Moving to Belgium to finish her schooling was of 
paramount importance. But money was scarce. And at 
fourteen, her job prospects were not great. But that was 
only because of her age. She was quite mature and well 
developed for a young girl. Even that teacher thought 
she was twenty. That's what gave her the confidence to 
apply for the job she saw advertised in the window of a 
nightclub. So she put on her sexiest, most mature outfit 
for a job interview. The sign read, 'DANCERS WANTED. 
Apply at back'. Well if there was one thing she could do 
well was dance. She would do anything to get this job. 
Being on her own was a struggle, having to pay for 
everything herself, including schooling. And she wanted 
to be a vet for abused big cats. That was costly.

She fixed her hair and makeup, and put on her most 
womanly clothes, black stockings and garter, her black 
crepe skirt, and her black, zippered leather jacket, and 
black boots. She heard that black makes people look 
older. She went to the back door down the laneway, and 
knocked. Once invited in to the owner's office, she was 
told that there were six other applicants. He wanted to 
know what she was willing to do to get the job. She was 
desperate. The job paid fifty pounds a night, plus tips. 
On a good night, she could triple her wages. That was 
more than teachers were making.

So when the manager presented her an opportunity to 
secure the job, she took it. "Present body part," she 
joked. That was another thing she excelled at, giving 
head. She could make a grown man cry for more. "When 
you're done, my assistant is out back. See him, and be 
here tonight at eight." 

That night was hers to make a good impression. She 
decided to play the shy, vulnerable schoolgirl. She knew 
how that appealed to all guys, especially men with lots 
of money. She had just the outfit, black stockings and 
sweater, green and blue pleated plaid skirt, with a 
matching tie. She decided to change her knickers to a 
white floral pattern, so they could be easily seen. The 
show started at eight. She had arranged with the deejay 
to play "Crying," by Aerosmith. Men loved that line, "do 
what ya' do, down on me." When the music started, she 
came down the spiral metal stair case, hair hanging 
down, and sad looking. She knew they didn't want a 
dancer, they wanted a performance, and that's what she 
was going to give them. She got right into the song, 
"All I want is someone I can't resist, I know all I need 
to know, by the way that I got kissed." "Sing it 
Stevie," she shouted. She came slowly down the stairs. 
There was a wooden chair at the bottom. She straddled 
that so everyone could see her knickers. She pulled off 
her sweater. Underneath, she was wearing a frilly white 
blouse. She undid all the buttons. There was a real 
good-looking longhair rocker sitting right against the 
stage. 

Figure 2: Rocker

A pole was only a foot away from his table. She walked 
over to it, and with her back against it, she slid right 
to the floor, both legs bent, so that her panties were 
just inches from his table. She opened her blouse and 
undid the front snap. Her beautiful breasts popped out. 
They were small breasts, still developing, at fourteen, 
but most succulent and nubile. He wanted so much to 
reach up and kiss them. 

The young guy's eyes opened wide. And a good thing too, 
because he wouldn't want to miss what was next. Steven 
was coming to the part about going down on him. She took 
her panties off, and gave them to the rocker. Earlier, 
she had shaved her first growth of pubic hair. She knew 
guys liked that. Then Donna leaned forward and put her 
mouth over his long-neck beer bottle. She picked it up 
with her teeth, placing the bottle right in front of 
her. Of course, being in Belgium, it was a Belgian beer. 
She slowly lowered herself on the bottle, until it had 
all but disappeared under the weight of her body. She 
moaned with pleasure, with the bottle buried in her wet 
vagina. I'm dyin' just to let you, do what you do down 
on me," Steven sang. She pulled the bottle out, took a 
swig of his beer, and passed it to him. You could have 
sold that bottle for a thousand dollars.

After her show, she went to the manager to get paid. She 
made $500, a record amount. With that kind of money, she 
would only have to work one night a week. She scheduled 
for next Friday night. The young guy that had been 
watching her met her in the hallway. "Hi, I'm Hyde." 
"I'm Donna." Hyde said, "Yes, I know. Everybody in this 
joint knows your name. "I really enjoyed your show. Will 
you be back tomorrow," he asked. "No, next Friday," se 
answered. "My band's playing here next Friday. Maybe we 
can work something out. Here's my albums. See if you can 
find anything to perform to," he said. 


CHAPTER TEN: STEAL THE SHOW

Donna started planning her next show. At night, she'd 
sit half naked, fantasizing what she would do. When 
Friday came, the place was full, SRO, with a lineup out 
the door. The owner called for police security. Donna 
Don't was the hot number that caused all the fuss. The 
news of her act spread like wildfire in that small town. 
Donna had conjured up a new act. She dyed her hair 
blonde. It gave her a whole new look. Redheads are 
thought of as hot in bed, sensuous, and a good fuck. But 
Donna wanted to run with the schoolgirl image. She knew 
every guy wanted to fuck a schoolgirl in a skirt, and 
redheads seemed too mature. Besides, she wanted to see 
if she could work the blonde image. 

There was a song on that rocker's album about rain. That 
inspired her outfit. She'd come out on stage wearing a 
vinyl raincoat. Under that, she'd wear a pleated blue 
skirt, white panties with blue lace, and blue stay-ups. 
She sat outside by the river, about an hour before dark, 
planning her performance. She didn't want to overthink 
it. "Just go with the music," she thought. There was a 
store across the park. The sign read, FLICKER, but they 
put the 'I' close to the 'L', so it looked like FUCKER. 
It was an adult novelty store. Maybe she's get some 
inspiration there and a few props. She bought a couple 
of things for tonight's show. It wasn't long til 
showtime. She thought about Aerosmith's song "Crazy," 
because Steven sings, "I feel like the colour blue," and 
"I know you ain't wearin' nothin' under that overcoat, 
and it's all a show." And it was a cover song on the 
young rocker's album, perfect for her act. When the 
music started, she walked in the back door onto the 
stage. The place went wild. The band cranked it up loud. 
Nothing could compare to a live band. 

She opened her coat to reveal her schoolgirl outfit. 
There was a wooden chair at the front of the stage. She 
sat on it, and removed her stockings. Then she slowly 
slipped off her panties, and tossed them to the 
audience. The crowd went wild. She got up and danced 
around the chair, bending over it. She was excited about 
teasing all these men, especially the longhair rocker 
that was watching her every move, as he sung. She was 
wet just thinking about him. He was her focus. She 
danced just for him. Then she sat back down, with her 
legs spread. Her freshly- shaved pussy made her lips 
look even bigger. The front row got a great view of her 
fingering herself. The next song was a T- REX cover. 
Donna just had to dance. She got up and moved her body 
in time to "Get it on, bang a gong." She had all the 
right moves. Everyone was wonder how she was going to 
beat last week's act with the beer bottle. She danced to 
the back and took something out of her handbag, wrapping 
it with one stocking. It was a gong she bought at the 
store. "If I'm going to dance to "Bang a Gong," I'm 
going to get it on and bang a gong"..."you got the blues 
in your shoes and your stockings, you're dirty sweet and 
your my girl."

Donna danced with such passion. She was mesmerizing to 
watch. It was her gift. She danced from the heart. She 
had training in tap and ballet, but this was different. 
She was a natural, the best anyone had seen in this 
town. Donna put the stocking on the chair. Nobody knew 
what was in it. Then she sat down and put one stocking 
on. Everyone was stunned when she pulled out a dildo. It 
had a suction cup on the bottom. She stuck it on the 
chair, and slowly lowered herself on it. "You're an 
untamed youth, that's the truth, with a cloak full of 
eagles, You're dirty and sweet, oh yeah." She put her 
hands behind her head, and lifted herself up and down on 
the rubber cock by bending here knees. She got off the 
chair, and placed the gong on the edge of the stage, and 
lowered herself on it again. The singer became very 
enthralled by her performance. She worked herself into a 
frenzied lather. The singer wanted so much to taste her. 
She came over to him and put her fingers in her mouth, 
and licked them, teasingly. Donna received such a great 
response. The club was packed while others watched 
through the window. After the show, the manager handed 
her £1500, breaking all records for nightclub dancers 
anywhere. After she left the stage, the place was still 
buzzing with excitement. The singer came over to talk to 
Donna. "That was quite a show. We could use you for our 
world tour. Are you interested?" He wanted so much just 
to take her out in his van and fuck her. Before she 
could answer, his girlfriend showed up, all-jealous. He 
talked sweetly to her and persuaded her to invite Donna 
over to their place, just the three of them, a little 
cocaine, some kissing, and she how she responds. His 
girlfriend persuaded Donna with some passionate kissing. 
Donna was ready for anything, especially with that hot 
rocker. The three of them smoked up, and had some 
cocaine.The rocker put on some music and watched the two 
girls dance. His girlfriend knew what he wanted, so she 
unzipped Donna's shorts and slipped her fingers inside 
the shorts, and worked her pussy roughly. Donna moaned, 
and opened her legs. She could feel fingers pushing up 
to her G-spot. Her labia were engorged, as the girl 
licked and sucked on her delicious pussy.    They made 
their way to the couch where Hyde was sitting. He 
watched as his girlfriend got Donna ready for him. Donna 
felt her sucking on her labia, stretching each one, 
pulling them gently with her teeth. Then she'd lap up 
Donna's sweet juices with her tongue. Donna had never 
been so aroused. She wanted more, something harder, 
something deeper. Hyde had a massive hard-on for Donna. 
He had wanted her since he first laid eyes on her. He 
wanted her more than anything. He motioned to his 
girlfriend. No words had been spoken all evening. But 
she knew what to do, as if they had rehearsed this a 
hundred times, and they had. She got behind Donna and 
sat her on her lap. Then she lifted her on to Hyde's 
throbbing cock. As she slipped onto it, she moaned and 
began passionately kissing his girlfriend. It felt so 
good to feel his hot cock thrusting her juicy pussy. 
Hyde wanted to penetrate her more deeply, so he stood 
her up and got behind her. His girlfriend positioned 
herself in front, and got on her knees. She lifted 
Donna's right leg up, so that Hyde's cock could thrust 
deeper. Donna felt a burning desire to cum, as Hyde's 
cock banged her cervix, again and again. They all ended 
up on the floor. Hyde blew his load deep inside Donna's 
hot pussy. When he pulled out, his girlfriend licked up 
every drop from Donna's dripping labia. 
 
All three of them were drunk with lust that night. It 
was making Donna wet just remembering it.


CHAPTER ELEVEN: STEVEN, AT LAST

Donna had finally chosen her outfit for the evening. All 
her musing on past sexual exploits had just aroused her 
sexual appetite. Some of those things happened over 
twenty years ago. She brought her thinking back to the 
present. She was so looking forward to this date with 
Steve. She didn't want to jeopardize her relationship 
with Tom, but he was a player, and Steve was so much 
better looking. Besides, now that she was free, she 
didn't want to limit herself to one man, until she was 
sure. She picked out her favourite spiked-heel boots, 
with brown leather knee-hi spats, over top of brown 
thigh-hi socks. She picked a brown see-thru chemise, 
left open, with just a chain waist tie. Her shorts 
matched her spats, brown leather with studs. They were 
very short, exposing her ass cheeks. And the leather was 
so soft and supple, it seemed to bond with her bare, 
pantiless labia. The fly was studded, snaps that could 
be easily popped open. She was still tingling from her 
time with Tom, and wanted to get fucked. That's what 
inspired her to slip on her mini-dildo thong under her 
shorts. It had a small thumb- like digit that she 
inserted in her vagina. It felt good when she danced. 
Yes, she knew many guys who had more than one lover. Why 
not her? Just before she left, she called Helen to make 
sure she'd be there. Donna made it clear in no uncertain 
terms that she didn't want to share Steve with her, but 
asked her to play along as her bi-lover. Helen agreed to 
put on a good show. She wasn't sure how Steve would 
react, so it was a gamble. But if she knew men, she was 
sure he'd be turned on by the two women being physical 
with each other.

As soon as she arrived at the Longhouse, she spotted 
Helen sitting in the leather horseshoe booth. She walked 
right over to her, leaned over, kneeling on the seat, 
and gave Helen a passionate French kiss. Donna's blouse 
covered her shorts, until she bent over. She sat with 
Helen and looked around the hall. She spotted Steve over 
at the bar, and waved him over. He walked across the 
floor, looking long and lean. If she had never lusted 
for a man before, she did now. Every move he made just 
screamed out 'sexy' to her. All she wanted was to take 
him home and fuck him all night. She fantasized about 
ripping his shirt off, pulling down his jeans, and 
sucking his cock so hard he could see tomorrow. "How you 
ladies doing? Great band, eh?" The two woman just stared 
at him with admiration. Donna stood up and gave him a 
kiss on the cheek. With here heels on, she reached his 
shoulders. "Love your outfit. Who are you wearing?" She 
wanted to respond, "You." "This is my best friend, 
Helen. Helen, Steve." "Enchante," he said. "Donna, you 
never told me he was such a hunk. No wonder you told me 
to back off."

"Okay, drinks and champagne, or drinks and cocaine?" 
Steven made good on his promise to buy the drinks. "So, 
how's the paving business Steve," asked Helen. "Oh, 
that's just a hobby. I've started a band. We're going 
full time on the road. We're playing here tonight. 
Gotta' go." 

Donna looked over at Helen. " Oh no," she said. "I know 
that look. I told you to stay away from him. He's all 
mine tonight Helen." 

After the last set, Steven and the boys joined them at 
their booth. They had a few drinks and toked up. "Let's 
get out of here Donna. Are you coming too Helen?" Donna 
answered for her, "No. She's gotta' get up early." With 
that, Donna put her arm around Helen's neck and gave her 
a long, wet kiss. Their tongues danced wildly in and out 
of each other's mouths. "Wow! That was hot," said Steve. 
"Maybe next time," Donna teased, and asked to excuse 
herself, while she went to the loo. When she got back, 
both Steven and Helen were gone.

The two of them had left and walked out to the parking 
lot, up to Helen's car. Without a second wasted, Helen 
dropped to her knees, undid Steven's belt and zipper, 
and pulled down his pants. She began licking his shaft, 
looking up at him with those innocent blue eyes. Steven 
loved it. He put his jacket on her, to keep her warm in 
the cool night air. Donna was amazed at the size of his 
penis head. "What you lookin' at? Ain't you seen a big 
cock before? I call it Big Ten. I wrote a song about it" 
Steven started singing, "Got me the strangest woman, 
believe me, this trick's no cinch, but I really get her 
goin', when I whip out my big ten inch." Helen couldn't 
get her mouth around it, once it finished growing. It 
reminded her of a large pony. The head was bigger than 
her fist. Donna came storming over, all mad at both of 
them. "Come here baby, you drive me crazy," said Steve. 
"You ain't seen nothin' 'til I'm down on your muffin'" 
he sang, teasing her. He wasted no time. He took Donna 
to the front of her car, and leaned her over the hood. 
He reached around to her fly and unsnapped all her 
buttons with one jerk. She slipped her thong off, while 
Steven caressed her swollen nipples under her chemise. 
Standing behind her, he knew he couldn't just ram his 
cock into her. His cock head was too big, so he lifted 
her right leg, and put it up on the bumper. Helen just 
watched. 

Then he grabbed his cock, and held the head sideways, 
rubbing the rim of it up and down her labia. Semen was 
seeping out his cock, mixing with her pussy juice. All 
was well lubricated now, so he pushed the rim of his 
cock head inside her lips with his fingertips. Donna 
reached behind her to feel his massive cock as it 
penetrated her vagina, moaning with pleasure just from 
the sheer bulk of it. Once in, Steven got right behind 
her, and pulled her luscious hips towards himself. Donna 
squealed in ecstasy. She heard the suction sound of his 
large head pushing air out of her vagina. Donna pounded 
the car hood with her clenched fist, for the pleasure of 
it all. She felt his balls slamming against her 
clitoris. Shemoaned so loudly, Steven thought everyone 
in the parking lot must have heard her. "You're such a 
moaner. I'm gonna' call you Mony. Mony, Mony, ride your 
pony." Steven pumped for a while, then said, "Here baby, 
finish me off." She got on her knees and waited for him 
to shoot his wad on her face. .The night ended in a 
flash of passion. It all happened so fast, and was over 
way too soon. Donna had played this up in her mind, and 
was expecting so much more. She felt disappointed. Maybe 
it was because of the incredible, long lasting orgasm 
she had with Tom. It took her days to recover from that. 
She had a yearning for more. Or maybe it was because 
Steve didn't care who did him. Donna had hoped for a 
special night with just the two of them. But Steve would 
have settled for any woman. He was high on cocaine. 
Maybe she would continue to try different men. Why not? 
Men did it. Was it still taboo for women to play the 
field? She reasoned it was fair to test drive other 
guys.

CHAPTER TWELVE: JUST TO BE THE NEXT TO BE WITH YOU

It had been months since the night I had a chance to 
rescue a damsel in distress, and her children. I had 
been playing hockey at the Kerry Park Arena in Mill Bay, 
when I spotted Donna in the stands with a camera. All 
the memories of our brief encounter came flooding back 
in a flurry of lustful thoughts about her. And who could 
blame me. She was beautiful and sexually attractive, 
without even trying. She was wearing a pair of high-
waisted powder- blue jeans, tucked into her socks. The 
jeans fit nicely over her hips, and were snug around the 
crotch, making her vulva and labia stand out. Her black 
suede jacket was fringed. And her colourful scarf just 
finished it all off so well. Under that, well I couldn't 
tell. But her crowning glory was her gorgeous red hair. 
Seeing her standing there, she looked so hot. You know 
what it was? It was those jeans. She was driving me 
crazy. I kept having this lustful thought of pulling 
them down, and finger fucking her.

"Hi Donna, How have you been?"" Oh, hi Greg. What are 
you doing here?" I told her I just finished playing 
hockey. She had brought the kids for a skate. Seeing her 
standing there, one tier up, and so close, well I 
couldn't help but fantasize about her curvaceous, supple 
breasts. It seemed so long ago that I was caressing 
them, kissing them softly. Her jeans fit her so 
perfectly. Her hips were well formed, and the seam of 
her jeans between her legs seemed to be hugging her 
labia, making them protrude, as if they were pouting at 
me. I wanted to be that seam, rubbing on her clit.

I couldn't take it anymore. "Hey Donna, come on in the 
dressing room for a minute. I want you to see 
something." I took her by the hand and led her into an 
empty dressing room. As soon as the door closed, I 
pinned her up against to concrete wall and kissed her on 
the mouth. She stared at me with eyes wide open. But she 
didn't push me away. I had no idea she had become a 
libertine. I didn't care. Seeing her in those jeans, I 
had only one thought, to give her a finger fucking she'd 
never forget. I undid her snap and fly, and quickly 
slipped my hands down her knickers to her voluptuous 
labia. I ran my middle finger along her split, curving 
it up into her vagina. I added another finger. I can't 
tell you how many times I dreamt of finger fucking her, 
standing up, and in a public place. She undid my jeans, 
and reached in to rub my cock. "You've got such a large 
head, like a buffalo," she said. I kept rubbing her with 
my finger, then tugged her jeans and panties down to her 
a nkles. I was on my knees now, facing her pussy. Her 
labia called out to me, Kiss me, lick me, French me 
baby." 

Donna helped me, pulling her knickers down more, and 
said, "My pussy wants you to eat me." I don't know how 
she managed to get one foot up on the bench, but it made 
it so much easier for me to bury my head between her 
legs, and lick her tasty pussy. Just as I was getting 
into it, I heard people coming down the hallway. 
"Someone's coming. I'll go distract them, while you pull 
yourself together." I walked out the door, trying to 
strike up a conversation with three guys carrying hockey 
equipment. They barely slowed down. Donna was just 
pulling up her fly, when the barged in, seeing her 
getting dressed. I kept walking, and didn't hear what 
they said about her, as she walked passed them out the 
door.

"I bet she's a good fuck," the one with long hair 
commented. She turned around, just before the door 
closed, kicked it open, and licked her finger. Leaning 
forward, with her finger on her tongue, she said, 
"You'll never know," then walked away. The three of them 
looked shockedly at each other, as if they had seen a 
stripper for the first time. Talk about instant 'hard-
ons'. "What was that all about," I asked. "Oh, just some 
young guys that needed a thrill." We walked back to the 
stands, where her stuff was. "So, are you free for a 
date or something?" I'd been waiting far too long to be 
with this attractive girl, or should I say, woman. She 
was every bit a woman, and a vixen to boot. "Maybe. I'm 
seeing two other guys right now. I can't promise you 
anything." We said goodbye, and I left disappointed 
again. 

Not Donna. She was pleased to have someone else waiting 
on the line. And after that finger fucking, she was hot 
to get it on with one of us. She concocted a plan to 
keep me interested. She had my card with email address. 
Later that day, after shopping for new shoes, she sat 
outside on her step, contemplating her next move. She 
loved bling, and exposing her gorgeous legs. A few cars 
slowed down to have a look, as they passed by. She was 
such a PT. "I need a man. I need to get fucked. How 
about I send Greg a webcam video?" The thought excited 
her. This could be better than phone sex, she thought. 
That night, she set up her computer in her bedroom. The 
opening scene was up her skirt. Then she bared her 
breasts. She got up and walked away from the camera, 
showing off her knickers. She dropped her shawl, and 
leaned against the door. 

Figure 3: my favourite shot.

She turned her head to the camera and said, "Come fuck 
me, my buffalo." She pulled her knickers down a bit, and 
said, "I'm right here waiting baby." Pulling her 
knickers right off, she showed off her sweet pussy. Her 
labia became all engorged just thinking of my reaction. 
She turned and approached the camera, displaying her 
beautiful breasts in her cupped hands. She adjusted the 
camera, and got up to get a chair. She remembered how 
well her act went over in Belgium and thought that I 
would like a private viewing. She hoped I would enjoy 
the close-up of her riding her gong.

When she was done, she lay on the couch and said, "Call 
me baby." 

Figure 4: Donna's waiting for me


CHAPTER THIRTEEN: THE LATER YEARS (caught in the act)

I never did get that email. And our encounter at the 
arena, well, things never really progressed from there. 
I figured Donna wasn't interested, and she thought I 
wasn't, since I didn't respond to her video. After all, 
she put a great deal of effort into her presentation. 
"How could he resist?" she thought. I know I was eager 
to be with her, but I didn't want to be let down again, 
so I didn't pursue our relationship. And ever since 
Donna had a taste of freedom from commitment, she 
acquired an unquenchable appetite for more men. She 
especially enjoyed younger men, even the occasional 
teen. It all started when she came home from work early. 
Her son was at camp, and her daughter had a job at a 
nearby nursery, where her boyfriend worked. That same 
afternoon that Donna came home early, her daughter and 
boyfriend went up to her bedroom at lunch time for some 
afternoon delight. Donna came in the house and saw two 
pair of shoes at the door, one pair being men's runners. 
She heard quite a commotion coming from upstairs, and 
went up to find her daughter on the bed with her 
boyfriend. Both of them were naked, and the boy was 
being ridden, pumping his cock in her. "What's going on 
here? What do you think you're doing? Get off her, young 
man, and wait for me downstairs. And you young lady. Is 
this any way to earn my trust? I'll deal with you later, 
when I'm through dealing with your friend." Donna went 
downstairs and said, "You young man are in big trouble. 
Get in my car right now. They both drove off.

"Where are you taking me," asked the boy. "we're going 
straight to the police station." The boy was scared now. 
"Whatever for, because I was in bed with your daughter?" 
Donna said, "How old are you?" "Almost twenty," he 
replied. Donna pulled in at a country laneway. "How old 
do you think my daughter is?" "I think she said 
eighteen." Donna turned off the engine. "Well, she's 
not. She's fourteen. She's jailbait. You could go to 
jail for having sex with a minor" explained Donna. She 
was still angry. "I didn't know that. You're not really 
going to tell the cops, are you?" "Were you using a 
condom?" He said he was. "It's still on." "Oh ya, I want 
proof. Show me. Open your pants and show me." "No way." 
Donna started up the car. "Okay, off we go." "Okay, 
okay. I'll show you." He was so afraid, his cock had 
shrunk. He open his fly and pulled out his penis. It had 
started to get hard again, showing it off to Donna. "You 
didn't cum. That must be disappointing. Take it off." 
"What?" "Take it off. I hate condoms." She leaned 
forward, and began working on his cock with her tongue. 
It tasted so good. She could get used to young cock .she 
was eager to see how good he was. "What are you doing? 
I'm your daughter's boyfriend." "You're a child 
molester. Shut up and fuck me, or I'll turn you in." She 
started pumping his cock until it was completely hard. 
They climbed in the back seat, then began kissing 
passionately. 

This guy was hot. He knew what he was doing. Donna 
showed him her beautiful, shaved pussy. She kept it that 
way, because she knew all the boys loved it. He put his 
hand between her legs, and began fingering her aching 
pussy. Donna was so hot. And so was he. Donna was the 
best fuck any young man could ever dream of. It was her 
facial expressions, it was her attitude, it was her 
seductive manner. She could make any man cream their 
jeans without even touching them. And now, here she was. 
This boy had her in his arms, ready to fuck her aching 
pussy. He got her to straddle his face, while he licked 
her aching pussy. By now they both could hardly contain 
themselves. "Come fuck me big boy. I want your big cock 
in me." Donna loved bareback riding. She guided his cock 
into her dripping wet pussy. It was so thick, she 
couldn't wrap her fingers around it. It was almost as 
thick as her ankle. "Oh, it's soooo big. You big fucking 
cock, you. Fuck me hard Fuck me, fuck me!"

All this talk from a woman was really driving him wild. 
He pumped her hard, as his balls slapped up against her 
bum. He wanted to finish off in her mouth. He pulled out 
of her pussy, their juices dripping from his cock head. 
Some sperm shot out onto her tummy. He opened the car 
door, and stood outside, just in front of her. She knew 
what he wanted. She opened her mouth wide, and put her 
lips around his swollen member. Donna could barely get 
her mouth around his throbbing cock. She liked the taste 
of her own pussy juices on it. It reminded her of Helen. 
Maybe she'd meet someone like her. There was this large 
breasted woman she had just met. " Mmmmm." This young 
cock was delicious. Donna just wanted to suck him dry. 
She slid her moth back and forth on his shaft. Then he 
held her head still, and pumped his throbbing cock in 
her mouth. "She's so good at this. Wow! I'm being fucked 
by a gorgeous MILF. She's such a hottie," he thought to 
himself. 

Word about Donna spread like wildfire among her 
daughter's friends. "I know a mom who has got it going 
on," they said to each other. The bolder ones would show 
up at the house at different times, saying they were 
there to see Donna's daughter. One was so bold as to say 
he would wait for her to show up from school, even 
though it was barely past noon. He said he'd sit outside 
and wait, if that was okay. Donna thought she would play 
the PT. She put on her shorts and top and joined him on 
the deck. She leaned over the railing of the deck, right 
in front of where he was sitting. He could see up her 
shorts, giving him a hard-on. She turned to see him 
adjusting his cock in his pants. "I can give you some 
help with that. Come on inside," she told him. He just 
followed her to the couch. He was quick to pull off her 
shorts, lean her over the couch, and finger-fuck her 
from behind. She was ready. . He laid her on her back, 
and continued with his fingering. He lifted her legs up 
onto his shoulders. This way, he was sure to penetrate 
her pussy deeply. SS S SS She felt his huge cock 
throbbing in her pussy. She couldn't believe how big he 
was. He made her scream with pleasure, something only 
Tom was able to do. He said he was seventeen, but he 
fucked like a man. He knew exactly how to please this 
woman. He moved her to an upright position, still on the 
couch with her legs up. But by standing on the floor, he 
was able to get more thrust, and pound her hot pussy 
even harder. He pumped her pussy for some time. Then she 
decided to take over, making him sit, so she could ride 
his throbbing, hot member. She thrust herself up and 
down, hard, like she was pumping iron. Then, suddenly, 
she felt a hot gush of sperm shoot deep inside her. She 
felt so in charge. She felt so good, being able to keep 
up with this young buck, being able to satisfy his lust 
for her. She fucked his brains out.

There was a string of young men, boys really, that 
wanted a piece of her. Of course, when they showed up, 
she would let them know if they were acceptable to her. 
She made it clear in no uncertain terms. After all , who 
could resist her luscious breasts? In no time, her young 
lovers would have her on the bed, with hands down her 
jeans. She loved to guide the inexperienced ones into 
her warm, moist love nest, and see the expression on 
their faces. Some of them just wanted a hand job. Still 
others wanted just a blow job. Sometimes she'd finish 
them off by riding their cocks. S And a few wanted to 
see and taste her pussy. For many of them, it was their 
first experience, their first time seeing a vagina. They 
had much to learn. And who better to teach them than a 
gorgeous milf. Most of them wanted her to take charge, 
to be on top. The occasional one had some experience. 
One man especially stood out, a twenty year old big 
brother of a seventeen year old. He knew how to please a 
woman, usually with lots of foreplay, some serious 
kissing and petting first. He needed no invitation. He 
was aggressive, pinning her down on the couch, and 
getting his fingers in her pussy quickly, putting 
pressure on her pubic bone, making her cum. He turned 
her over and gave her a good thumb fucking. Donna 
enjoyed being pleasured, not having to coach.
 
Donna was definitely what the young men had dreamt 
about. Only she was for real, satisfying all their 
desires. They all referred to her as the hottie that has 
it going on. And she was. She loved the young cocks, 
hard and long. She had a knack for picking the big ones. 
And they loved to shoot their loads deep inside her 
aching pussy. 


CHAPTER FOURTEEN: YOU DON'T KNOW JACK

Yes, Donna had a number of young men at her beck and 
call since she became a single mom. She had her choice. 
But one college student was more memorable than them 
all. She was waitressing at the time. It was a rainy 
night. The restaurant was almost empty, when a young man 
came in, wet. "How'd you get so wet?" Donna asked him. 
"I rode my bike." "Well come on in and sit by the fire. 
Would you like some hot, homemade soup? I made it 
myself, vegetable beef." "Sounds great," he replied. She 
couldn't help notice how gorgeous he was, with long 
hair, blue eyes, and a strong, masculine face, not to 
mention a great body. She figured he was about at least 
fifteen years younger than her. "So, are you from around 
here? I haven't seen you before," Donna asked. "No, I'm 
just finishing up my college course nearby. I'm renting 
a place until I get my degree." Donna wanted to know 
more. "So what are you taking?" He was eager to talk, 
having no one with him, and being the new kid in town. 
"I'm studying commercial photography. 
I've got one last project to hand in. Then I'll be set 
up with a magazine, doing photo shoots for them, if I 
get a good score."

Donna got him his soup. She was curious to know more 
about this good-looking young man. Every time she came 
to his section of the restaurant, she noticed he was 
always looking at her, especially her legs. Yes she did 
have kick-ass legs, but surely he wasn't interested. I 
mean, she was pushing forty, and he was just twenty. 
Nevertheless, she rolled up the waistband of her skirt 
to expose more of her charm. She covered up the roll-up 
with her sweater. She knew if she leaned over a table, 
he would get a good view up her skirt. So, she got a 
cloth, and began wiping a clean table across from him. 
She looked over her shoulder to see him staring at her 
gorgeous thighs. She quickly flashed him that sweet look 
of approval to let him know she was alright with that. 
She was pleased that he was paying her attention. And he 
looked back at her, smiling, thankful that she was 
willing to share something so personal as a glimpse of 
her knickers. It gave him a tingling sensation between 
his legs. She, being a bold Brit, she said, "You seem to 
be thinking about something. Do you need any help?" "No, 
no," he replied. "I'm just thinking about my project. 
I've got to work on it tonight.. It's due soon." "Do you 
live close," she asked. "I live down by the marina at 
the end of East Squaw Road." "Really, that's where I 
live, but at the top. If you wait a bit, I can give you 
a lift. You can put your bike in the back of my station 
wagon." "That's great," he replied. "Sure beats riding 
in the rain." After loading up the bike, they both got 
in Donna's car. "What's your name, by the way?" "Jack." 
"Jack, I'm Donna." She wanted to keep his attention, so 
she made sure her skirt was hiked up. "So, do you have a 
girlfriend Jack?" He looked over at her, then down to 
her bare thighs. "I'm too busy for that. No, I'd rather 
just finish my studies, then see what pans out." She 
didn't know how things would go between them, since he 
was so much younger. She figured he wasn't really 
interested in her.

When they got to his place, he said, "Do you want to 
come in and see my studio? It's not much, but it works." 
Donna didn't want to seem to eager. "I don't want to 
take your time. Are you sure you're okay with me getting 
in your way?" "No problem. Maybe you can give me your 
opinion on where to go with my assignment." They 
unloaded the bike, and walked up the wooden outdoor 
staircase to Jack's loft. Donna went first, hoping to 
peak Jack's interest. The place was tidy, with a couch 
and TV. "Come see my studio." Donna was impressed at how 
professional the place was arranged. There was a 
backdrop, and racks of women's clothing. "I rent all 
these outfits and the video equipment. I use my computer 
to play images of different outdoor scenes," Jack 
explained. "I've been working on it for weeks. I've got 
the idea for my portfolio. All I need is the right 
model. I've interviewed a few girls, but they don't know 
how to present the product to sell it. I think they're 
probably too young... no depth of expression. I need 
someone who can make my work believable."

"What are you trying to present?" asked Donna. "I'm 
supposed to produce a work that I could sell to a men's 
magazine. And if successful, it will be presented to the 
company for me. It could be quite lucrative." "A men's 
magazine? Like Penthouse or Playboy?" asked Donna. "No, 
not quite that erotic. More softer, something for 
younger guys. You know, there aren't any more catalogues 
that boys used to fantasize about. That's what this 
editor is looking for, just good looking women, with 
great legs. Actually, I noticed you had great legs. 
Would you be interested in doing a set with me?" Donna 
was flattered. "I, I don't know," she stammered. "Well, 
you certainly have the look, and especially the maturity 
I'm looking for. Are you shy about showing off your 
body?" Donna was a true exhibitionist. The thought of 
her being a men's magazine model excited her. "No, I'm 
not shy. I just wonder if I'm what you're looking for,' 
she said.

"Tell you what. I'll be honest with you. If you don't 
have what I'm looking for, I'll tell you, straight up. 
You won't be offended, will you?" Donna was impressed by 
his candid remark. "I want to do a shoot of you in 
stockings, and another in jeans. Why don't you pick 
something out of the wardrobe." Donna was a bit hesitant 
about being able to pull this off. "Where did you get 
all these clothes?" she yelled from the walk-in closet. 
"I rent them. It's cheap. Long as I don't wreck them." 
Donna quickly put on some stockings with a garter belt, 
after removing her skirt and sweater. She checked it out 
in the mirror. "No, that's not going to impress him. How 
about black," she thought to herself. "And these boots." 
Then she went in the bedroom, and laid on her stomach. 
"Come on in and tell me what you think," she yelled to 
Jack. He came in with his camera. He was stunned to see 
such a gorgeous woman, not a girl, woman, on his bed.

He was speechless, stunned by her beauty, and her poise. 
She really knew what she was doing. He wanted to get a 
close-up. This woman on his bed was perfect, just what 
he'd been looking for. 

"Have you ever taken any modelling?" Jack asked. 
"Actually, when I was a child, I had a photo shoot. They 
said I was pretty plain." "Well, they're nuts. You're 
anything but plain. And you're a natural. I couldn't ask 
for anything better. I know they're gonna' love this. 
You just made my day, and possibly my career," Jack 
blurted out. His praise for her just gushed out of him. 
She looked over her shoulder and gave him that 'come on' 
look. She wanted to fuck him so bad, after all those 
compliments. Jack had seen that look before, but it was 
so immature, so phoney. Not this time. 

"You are a dream come true, Donna. I'm amazed at your 
confidence and grace. I never would have guessed, seeing 
you in the restaurant. But your legs sure got me 
imagining. This is better than what I imagined." Donna 
jacked herself up onto all fours, arched her back, 
sticking out her bum. She really knew how to work it. 
She was a pro, exactly what Jack needed to launch his 
career. "Doggy style. Wow! What I'd give to bang her 
cervix," he thought to himself. He imagined coming on to 
her from behind. Donna looked over her shoulder again, 
and licked her middle finger. "How's this, Jack?" She 
lay back down, legs slightly spread. She slipped her 
left hand between her legs, and stroked her labia. They 
were juicy with desire, dripping. She so wanted Jack to 
fuck her wildly. She wasn't sure how he'd respond if she 
asked him to. And having experienced the pain of 
rejection in the past, she decided to remain quiet about 
it, and wait to see his reaction.But Jack didn't want to 
make a move, because he was only used to girls. He's 
never been with a woman, and figured he wasn't 
experienced enough for such a hottie. Donna gave him 
another sizzling come-on look, rolling down her 
stockings, hoping he'd fuck her like a man. She had 
creamed herself just thinking of his cock in her. But 
Jack just assumed it was another pose, so he began 
flashing his camera. Neither of them wanted to turn off 
the other, so they both just enjoyed the moment Jack 
didn't want to offend Donna. She was the best thing that 
ever happened to him. And Donna was so enthralled by 
Jack's good looks, she resolved herself to settle for 
his admiring gaze. She couldn't help herself from 
fingering her pussy, right in front of Jack. She made 
herself orgasm over and over again. Jack was so 
impressed with Donna's presentation and delivery. But 
most of all, he had never met anyone who could turn him 
on so powerfully. She was more woman than he had ever 
fantasied about. He wanted so much to get on the bed and 
kneel behind her, and rub his throbbing cock up and down 
her labia, mixing their love juices together. Then, he 
imagined, he would grab her luscious hips and pull her 
towards him, so that she would feel his aching member 
slip inside her. But what he wanted to do most was to 
get her to lie down flat on her tummy, while he put his 
full weight on her, thrusting his cock deep inside her, 
banging her cervix. He so longed to hear her moan, while 
he whispered how gorgeous she was in her ear. He wanted 
this woman more than anything in the world. But he 
wasn't clear about whether she was just being a 
professional model, or wanted him. And he didn't want to 
ruin what she was offering him at that moment.

"Well, this will give me some great stills to work on 
tonight. Donna, you're a pro. Can we do some more 
tomorrow? I wanted a couple of outdoor shots, then a few 
jean shots inside. That should be perfect for my 
portfolio," Jack explained, hopefully. Donna was 
disappointed that more didn't come out of their time 
together. She was really turned on. She got dressed, 
trying not to show her disappointment. She figured that 
such a young, good looking guy wasn't interested in an 
older woman. Besides, maybe tomorrow, things would work 
out better. She agreed to come back in the morning, 
around eight.

***

The next day, they were both eager to get to work. Jack 
took her to the nearby petting zoo, just down the road 
from the restaurant marina. Donna had picked out a nice 
summery dress. Jack had no idea what poses Donna would 
give him. She was such an expert that he didn't want to 
interfere with the natural flow she displayed last 
night. Donna walked up to the gate of the corral, and 
lifted her arms, and leaned against it. That caused her 
dress to hike up, exposing her bare bottom. "Perfect. 
You're such a natural, Donna." This women knew what men 
liked. That was why she kept her pussy shaved, and had 
Brazilian wax jobs every so often. They walked over to 
the park area, where she posed against a wall, and a 
bench. Before they went back inside, Donna had one more 
idea that maybe could go with last night's session, or 
tie it in with today's. She told Jack to wait, while she 
went upstairs for some stockings. "Don't turn around 
until I say so," she instructed him. When she came back 
down, she leaned by the gate and told Jack to turn 
around. He was stunned. Donna stood there, her gorgeous 
body being offered to Jack. He had never seen a more 
perfect specimen of a woman. But what excited him most 
was her submissiveness. That was such a turn-on, he 
almost creamed his jeans, right there on the spot. And 
Donna ached for Jack to come up behind her, kiss her 
neck, and caress her beautiful breasts, while she would 
press herself against his hard cock. She imagined how 
she would turn around and go down on him, sucking his 
aching cock. But nothing happened. Jack didn't want to 
spoil the session, even though he wanted to grab her 
gorgeous hips, and fuck her hard. "Let's go up and do 
the jean shoot. Surely there's a pair up there that will 
fit you." Donna covered herself, and followed Jack up. 
It didn't take long to find a pair of jeans that fit 
well. She would be a little more modest this time, so 
she put on a pair of white knickers. They were snug, and 
made her vulva bulge. Being tight around the crotch made 
her plump labia protrude, like an enticing treat. "How's 
this Jack?" Donna had hoped to arouse some animal 
instinct in Jack, causing him to follow his passion. She 
had seen men go crazy for her, just by flashing them her 
panties. "Perfect," he replied. Next, she got down on 
her tummy on the floor, with her jeans and panties 
pulled partially down. This way, Jack could see her 
offering. He was going wild with the camera. She kneeled 
and gave him a good view of fingering herself. Next, she 
stood up against the wall, top off and jeans down to her 
knees. She lit a cigarette, and stood with just her 
knickers on. Jack wanted so much to come over to her and 
slip his fingers in the leg band, so he could rub her 
labia. She thrust her hips forward, pulling her knickers 
down, exposing her lush, shaved pussy. Jack could barely 
contain himself. It no longer mattered to him what she 
thought. He felt his engorged cock was going to rip open 
his jeans. He put down the camera, and grabbed Donna's 
hand, placing it on his crotch. Donna finally got what 
she was after, his complete attention. She quickly undid 
his zipper, reaching in his jeans and grabbing his hot 
cock. She was startled to feel how big it was. She 
pulled his jeans open to let it out. It was huge! Donna 
jumped up on him, wrapping her legs around him. His cock 
penetrated her so deeply that she screamed out loud. 
Jack reciprocated by slamming her against the wall, and 
fucked her hard, pounding his cock deep inside her. But 
Donna had something else in mind. She wanted to taste 
his cock. It was just one of her lusts. She dismounted 
him, wasting no time going down on him, giving him the 
much desired head she was hoping for. She licked and 
sucked the tip like a lollipop. Then she masterfully ran 
her tongue up and down the shaft, gently nipping it. He 
couldn't take much of that, since he was so anxious to 
thrust his aching member deep inside her juicy, wet 
vagina again. He turned her around and got her to bend 
over. She was dripping, in anticipation. He pounded her, 
relentlessly, until Donna started begging for more. 
"Fuck me harder. Come on and fuck me like you mean it, 
big boy. Fuck me. Make me cum." He couldn't believe the 
words coming out of her mouth. This made Jack even 
hornier, as he thrust his cock harder and harder. She 
could feel his balls slapping up against her clitoris. 
He loved making her beg for more. Then, suddenly, 
without notice, he pulled out and shot his load all over 
Donna's back.

"Why did you pull out Jack?" Donna asked, panting, 
frustrated that he didn't unload inside her. Jack just 
moaned with pleasure. "That's what I always do. That's 
what the girls tell me to do. They don't want to get 
pregnant." Donna said, "I can't get pregnant. I'm on the 
pill, just so I can feel you cum inside me. How 
disappointing." "I'm sorry. I didn't know. Next time." 
Oh, so you think there'll be a next time eh, Jack?" "I 
sure hope so. I've never met anyone like you. You're so 
hot," he blurted out. "So tell me, why did you take so 
long to come on to me, Jack?" He looked for the right 
words. "Honestly, I figured you were way out of my 
league. I mean, you just ooze sexuality. I figured I 
didn't stand a chance with such a beautiful woman. I 
felt so intimidated. I've never been with a woman 
either, and you're a lot of woman. You make all those 
girls seem so childish. They can't compare to you. And 
you really know what you're doing. You know how to turn 
me on, Donna." Donna liked what she heard. "If that's 
true, what was it that got you to make your move?" Jack 
told her, "You know, all your poses were so hot, 
especially that 'come hither' look over your shoulder. I 
just kept thinking you wanted to keep things on a purely 
business relationship. But that pose of you showing your 
panties, with your jeans down a bit, followed by them 
both pulled down to your knees, with your shaved pussy 
showing, I just couldn't resist any longer. I didn't 
care how you would react. I just had to have you. So I 
took a chance, even though I didn't want to lose you."

"Let me tell you Jack, I didn't think you wanted me 
either. You kept your cool so long, even though I was 
giving you every pose I could think of. But the wait was 
worth it. I've fucked a lot of young guys before, but 
you are the best fuck ever. And don't you ever feel 
intimidated. With a huge cock like yours, you could 
satisfy any woman. The first time you smiled at me in 
the restaurant, you made my knickers wet." Jack was 
getting hard again, just hearing her talk like that. 
"You know what? I'm ready for more Donna. If you put 
your panties back on, I will fuck you so hard, and shoot 
my load deep inside you. I loved your panty pose." Donna 
was all for it. She slipped the white knickers back on, 
and flashed Jack her juicy pussy, as she pulled them to 
one side. Jack was quick to finger fuck her, as they 
kissed. Jack really knew what he was doing. He pulled 
her knickers off and got her to kneel, while he slipped 
two fingers in her aching vagina .He could hear her 
juices making a sloshing noise. Donna loved it. All that 
was in preparation for her to receive his throbbing cock 
from behind, with his full weight on her. Donna loved to 
be fucked doggy style. She felt so relaxed with Jack, so 
comfortable. He made it easy for her to experience a 
cervical climax, one that would last for hours. She lay 
on her stomach, lifting her bum up, so that Jack could 
get easy entrance into her succulent, awaiting pussy. 
What a pose! Jack almost lost it, by having a premature 
ejaculation. He used all his will power to fight off the 
desire to cum all over her again. Donna grabbed his 
cock, and led him to her awaiting pussy. He leaned 
forward, kneeling behind her, and holding his cock in 
his hand, he ran its swollen head up and down her lush 
labia. When she felt his cock penetrate her vagina, she 
felt her labia wrap around his girth. She squeezed her 
muscles, drawing him in deeper He grabbed her hips , 
pushed her forward, down onto her stomach, and leaned 
into her, the full weight of himself thrusting his 
massive cock all the way to her quivering cervix. He 
just held her there, pinned under his weight. He did not 
pump her. He just pushed hard, with all his strength, 
holding that position. Donna tried to squirm away, but 
Jack just pushed all the harder, holding her hips firm. 
Donna gasped, then screamed so loud, she scared herself.

The pressure was so great, and the pleasure so intense, 
that she felt something she never experienced before. 
Her whole body started convulsing, as she started to 
ejaculate, shooting juices all inside her vagina. It 
came squirting out, making a sound like flatulence, her 
labia flapping under the force... 

All her moaning made Jack so horny, he couldn't hold off 
any longer. He let his load go off inside her, like a 
broken water main. Donna loved the feel of the hot, 
gushing sperm deep inside her vagina.

The two of them enjoyed the rest of their time together, 
until Jack went stateside to take a job offer, due to 
Donna's photos.


CHAPTER FIFTEEN: RIVERSIDE RENDEZVOUS

It had been a few weeks since Jack left. Donna didn't 
think of anything else but her time with Jack. At work, 
she would wear Ben-Wah balls, just to keep her mind and 
how great it felt to have his cock in her. When she got 
home, she would relieve herself with her cyberskin 
squirting dildo. She'd work herself into a frenzy, 
dripping her juices all over the floor.
 
But this particular night was different. She had set up 
camp with her kids on the riverbank. They were old 
enough to look after themselves, while she was at work. 
And friends of theirs were camping with them, a young 
couple with a baby. Donna had to work late, waiting on 
tables. After all, she was the sole bread winner, being 
a single mom. Friday nights always brought a rowdy crowd 
for karaoke. She got hit on several times. And no 
wonder, the way she dressed. Being karaoke night, she 
could wear what she wanted. This night, she chose tan 
wrinkle-leather boots, a denim skirt, and a dark top, no 
bra of course. Most of the guys were drunk, and couldn't 
follow through on their promises, even though she was 
horny. She knew it would be a waste of time.

When she got to the parking lot of the camping area, she 
got out of her car. It was pitch dark, and she didn't 
have a flashlight. The campsite was a good half-mile 
walk, and over somewhat rocky terrain. "Hey Donna. I 
thought you might like some company. I've got a 
flashlight." It was her friend, Steve, Helen's husband. 
They were from out of town, and had met Donna and her 
kids earlier in the summer at this very campsite. "What 
are you doing up? It's after one. I figured everyone 
would be sleeping by now," Donna exclaimed. "Ya, they 
are. I just came back to my truck to get some more JD. 
Good thing I brought a flashlight. Do you want a drink? 
I've got some brandy and diet Coke." "You remembered. 
That's my drink." Donna was impressed. "Pour me a three-
finger. I like three fingers," she teased. When they 
first met camping, Donna invited Steve and his wife back 
to her place. While Helen tended to her new baby inside, 
Donna and Steve stayed outside on the deck. Steve could 
not take his eyes off of Donna's legs. She caught on 
quick, and decided to tease him with her glances, 'eye-
fucking'. She excelled at it. Steve was so enthralled, 
it gave him a hard-on so noticeable that Donna got wet 
looking at the bulge in his pants. It was quite obvious, 
and she couldn't help staring at it. She decided to 
excuse herself, so she could remove her knickers, and 
come back to give Steve a good view of her pussy. She 
went back outside, and sat on a chair facing Steve. They 
did some small talk, as Steve continued to admire 
Donna's legs. Then she slowly opened them, flashing her 
bare pussy at him. Steve was stunned at her lubricious 
display intended at arousing him. He liked it, but he 
could not make a move, and Donna ran with that, 
fingering herself, making a little squeaking sound, 
teasing, him as if to say "I bet you can make me squeak 
much louder" She knew what she was doing to him. Nothing 
else came of it, but it was the main reason why he came 
back to camp there.

But that was then, yet Steve would not forget it. He sat 
on the floor of the hatchback. "So, how was work?" he 
asked. "It was just nuts. It must have been a hundred 
degrees in that restaurant. And the boys were quite 
rowdy. Seems their hormones get backed up until the 
weekend. I felt like a piece of meat in a shark tank." 
Steve chuckled. "Ya, I suppose a single mom looked like 
fair game to them." Donna sat beside him on the bumper. 
"So, how's Helen and the new baby?" "Junior ain't so 
new. He's 14 months, and getting into everything." "And 
Helen, how's she coping, Steve?" "She likes being home 
with Junior. He's a handful," answered Steve. "Well, is 
she ready for another one, or do you not want any more?" 
Donna asked. "No there's no way she wants any more kids. 
Just the thought of it turns her off." "Turns her off? 
You mean having another baby isn't for her, eh?" Steve 
was silent. Then he said, "No, I mean having sex turns 
her off." "How long has she been like that?" Steve told 
her that ever since she got pregnant, she didn't want 
anything to do with sex. No wonder he had such a hard-on 
that day, back at the cottage, she thought to herself. 
"That must be awfully hard on your relationship." "Ya, 
it is," he said quietly. "It must be awfully hard on 
you." She didn't mean to keep saying 'hard on'. It was 
just on her mind. "You mean to say you haven't had sex 
for almost two years, right?" "That's right," Steve 
replied. "So how do you get relief?" Steve said, "I 
don't. I just get so frustrated. It's like an avalanche 
of anger and resentment chasing me. I feel like I'm 
going to explode."

Donna stood up. She got right in front of Steve, then 
placed her hand on his leg. Steve almost lost it. No one 
had touched him for so long. "I wish I could help you 
Steve. Is there anything I can do?" Steve turned on a 
CD. Donna responded. She was a dancer, and a great one. 
Steve moved to a picnic table, right beside his truck. 
He was at eye level with Donna's waist. Donna started to 
feel the drink, being so exhausted. She knew how to 
move, and she had a captive audience who gave her the 
attention she craved. Steve watched every move. Donna 
looked over her shoulder, with her back to him. She 
hiked up her top, exposing one breast, then hiked up 
skirt. She licked her middle finger, giving him a 
lustful look. Steve was quietly going crazy. The sight 
of her panties made him want her so bad. She turned, 
facing him, and stepped closer, grabbed her skirt hem 
with both hands, and waved it like she was shaking it 
out. Her pheromones were flowing, sending Steve a clear 
message. He wanted so much to reach out and grab her, 
but he didn't want to assume she'd be okay with that. 
Suddenly, there was a crack of thunder, and it began 
pouring rain. Donna took her cue from that and started 
her sensual dance. She felt every drop. Slowly, she 
lifted her top off, and grabbed a towel dancing with it, 
as if it were alive. Then she dropped her skirt and 
knickers. She bent over backwards, all the way to the 
ground. She was quite flexible, being a gymnast and all. 
She loved the feel of warm rain on her overheated body. 
She was so sensual to watch. Steve got such a hard on, 
he felt like screaming. Donna could sense his desire. 
She wanted so much to bring him relief to his aching 
cock. She got up, dripping wet, and danced towards him 
in a sexual display of erotica. When she came up to 
Steve, he said, "I so want you Donna, but I can't." 
Donna was very sympathetic. "I understand. It's okay 
Steve. Just relax, and I'll take care of you." She laid 
the wet towel on the ground in front of him, and got him 
to sit on it. She got on her hands and knees in front of 
him, sucking his fingers. She undid his jeans. A good 
thing too, because it looked like his cock was going to 
rip through his jeans, if she didn't let it out. Steve 
was so excited, his cock started shooting out sperm. It 
was just that it had been so long since Steve had sex. 
And he had never seen someone so provocative as Donna. 
She knew how to make men go wild. He mustered up all his 
resistance to hold off cumming. He did manage to control 
his body, and relax, while Donna went to work on him. 
Even though Steve was uncircumcised, his cock grew so 
big, the foreskin pulled back so tight that it hurt. 
Donna was a pro at cocksucking. She held his balls, 
while she ran her tongue up and down his throbbing 
shaft. She loved to stick the point of her tongue in the 
hole at the end of his cock. She wrapped her lips around 
its head, and began sucking so hard, he thought his ears 
were going to pop. While she sucked the head, Donna 
began pumping the shaft up and down, pulling the skin 
tight, down to the base. It didn't take long before he 
felt his cock was going to shoot. And shoot it did. 
Donna felt gushes of sperm fill her mouth. She pulled 
his cock out of her mouth, and more sperm went shooting 
high into the air. "Oh, that feels so good Donna. Thank 
you. Don't stop though. Keep pumping me. I feel like 
there is much more to come out." Donna pumped some more. 
After about five minutes of vigorous pumping, it 
happened. He came a second time, this time sperm 
shooting high into the air, landing on his head and in 
Donna's hair. She couldn't resist any longer. Even 
though Steve was married, he had needs that were not 
being met. She gave him relief. And now she had a deep, 
burning need, deep within her loins. She climbed up on 
Steve, slipped her arms under his armpits, and slowly 
lowered herself onto his still-hard cock. She pumped up 
and down for almost ten minutes. It seemed as if he was 
never going to cum again, but he begged her not to stop. 
And suddenly, he did cum a third time, a massive wad of 
cum that must have been stored up for months. It filled 
her vagina with hot, gooey liquid, that came dripping 
out. 

As they lay there, the rain washed them clean. Steve was 
so grateful for Donna fucking him.


CHAPTER SIXTEEN: WHO SEDUCED WHO

Over the years, Donna came to understand that most of, 
if not all, her relationships were with people who had 
needs, or problems that she tried to ease. As time went 
by, her lovers became few and far between. It's not that 
she went looking for them, they seemed to find her. Her 
mind was on other things, like trying to keep afloat 
with two kids needing more and more as they aged.

As Donna was shopping downtown, she came across an 
interesting store that sold unusual things, jewelry, 
feathers, hats and scarves, boxes, and lots of bling. 
That's what got her attention. Once inside, she was 
overwhelmed with the variety of stuff that could be on 
display in such a small store. It wasn't long before she 
heard a hoarse, sultry voice, "Can I help you?" Donna 
was quick to answer, "What a great store. Are you new 
here?" The woman answered, " Yes, I just opened up last 
week. You like?" "So you're the owner. I love all the 
bling." "That's good. I'm Jocey, but you can call me Jo. 
Let me know if you need help." Donna looked around. 
There was no one else in the place, so she decided to 
keep the conversation going. She looked over at the 
owner. Jocey was a bit shorter than herself, with dirty 
blonde, curly long hair, and well built. She wore a 
loose, summery dress, and shells around her neck. "I 
like your necklace. Can I see it?" She walked over to 
Jocey, and grabbed the necklace. She couldn't help but 
notice that this woman in front of her was stacked, very 
voluptuous. Donna was always attracted to large breasts, 
but I'm not sure why. Maybe it was because she thought 
her own were small, smaller than average perhaps? But 
she had what I call stripper-tits, with nipples that 
pointed up. You can't buy stripper-tits. "I like what I 
see. What else do you have. I'm looking for something 
sexy, even erotic." "Well how about these?" She led 
Donna over to a display of nipple clips, non-piercing 
clit jewelry and beaded G-strings. "How about this one. 
It actually pushes your labia together, making them 
stick out more if you're wearing shorts. Or this one. 
The ball is inserted and will really pull on your heart 
strings, if you know what I mean. Or how about this one? 
The long piece is for penetration, and it curves up on 
the outside so it rubs on your pearl when you walk. It's 
great to wear when you're missing your man. I'm wearing 
one right now.

"Jocey lifted up her dress and showed off her jewelry, 
unabashedly. Jocey wasn't wearing any knickers. Donna 
was stunned, but more so impressed with how beautiful 
and open this woman was. 

"Oh, so you're missing your man, eh? Want to tell me 
about it?" "Not right now. I've gotta' do some 
paperwork." "Well, how about tonight? Do you like wine 
Jocey?" "Sure, bring some wine. I've got lots of beer. 
It's more suited for a farm girl. I'll draw you a map. 
It's just me and the dogs, and chickens, and sheep. The 
hydro's off, but I've got lanterns and a fireplace." She 
handed Donna a map, and said to come around nine or so. 
"I should warn you though. I don't like wearing much 
when I'm home relaxing," Jocey explained. "Okay, I'm 
fine with that. I'll see you tonight," replied Donna, 
and left. Donna did buy something, but not there. She 
crossed the street, to an adult novelty store, and 
bought a feel-doe dildo. It didn't need straps, and 
could be easily hid under a sweater or skirt. Some women 
wore them under tight jeans to let their girlfriends 
know they were 'packing'. It fits inside the wearer's 
vagina, holding it in place. And the other end was for 
bringing pleasure to the recipient. 

Donna was excited about tonight's get-together with her 
new friend. Maybe she could comfort her, or even bring 
her some pleasure. It had been some time since Donna 
fucked a woman, only one, but this girl was so gorgeous. 
Jocey was obviously very libertine, but Donna hoped she 
was a virgin, with women that is. Donna got wet just 
thinking about it. She wanted to present herself 
attractive. She knew what men liked, but women were more 
subtle in the things that turned them on. She picked out 
a white cotton demi blouse, with a pull-string tie, a 
black floral pattern skirt with pink flowers, and a 
zippered front, a pair of brown leather wrinkle boots 
with a cuff and a pair of modest, full-fit knickers, 
loose ones, for comfort. She chose white ones, just in 
case Jocey showed some interest in her. White would show 
better in minimal light. And if the conversation got 
steamy enough she'd flash them, hoping to stir up some 
animal desire in Jocey. She kept her pussy shaved to 
accent her labia. As for the dildo, she wouldn't wear 
it, but just bring it in her handbag, along with the 
wine. 

When Donna got to Jocey's place, it was dark. And there 
were no lights on to be seen. Good thing she could see 
well in the dark. She made her way through the gate, and 
up the walkway, to be greeted by two large dogs. The 
front door was wide open, so she didn't bother knocking. 
"Jocey, are you there?" she shouted. No answer. She took 
a few more steps, trying not to bump into anything. She 
called again, but nothing. As she grew accustomed to the 
dark, she rounded a corner, and saw a fire burning in 
the fireplace. She thought she heard something. It 
sounded like a whimpering, like a wounded animal. 
"Jocey, is that you?" More whimpering. Donna approached 
the sound, thinking she might come upon a pet. "Jocey, 
it is you!" Donna exclaimed. "What's wrong?" Jocey kept 
sobbing, with many tears and uncontrollable snivelling. 
Donna found her on the floor, leaning on the couch, just 
a few feet in front of the fireplace.

"Donna, Randy was here." Donna strained to make out what 
she was saying. "He said he hated me, and didn't want me 
anymore. He said I'm ug, I'm ug, he said I was ugly." 
Jocey burst out in mournful wailing, unable to control 
her quivering. Her voice was cracking. She sounded like 
a croaking, wounded animal. Donna felt so sorry for her, 
just wanting to comfort her. She kneeled on the floor in 
front of her. "Come here, Jocey, my poor, sweet child. 
Don't pay no-never-mind to cruel boys. He's just an 
immature, selfish prick. Here, let me hold you, my poor, 
sweet thing." Donna's words were very comforting to 
Jocey, but she continued to croak like a bleating little 
lamb, with a hoarse throat. Donna held her to her 
breast. "Here now, don't cry, don't cry." She held 
Jocey's head with both hands. She leaned forward and 
kissed her tear-drenched cheek, first one, then the 
other. Her saltiness made Donna want to keep kissing 
her. She moved her kisses closer and closer to Jocey's 
mouth.

With Donna's first kiss on Jocey's mouth, the grieving 
woman kept sobbing, heaving and gulping air, snot 
dripping out her nose. Donna was unhampered by it all. 
She kissed Jocey on the lips again, quickly, softly. And 
again, and again. Suddenly, it dawned on her that Donna 
was kissing her passionately. Jocey held her breath, and 
looked into Donna's eyes. When she saw the look in those 
eyes, a libidinous look of wantonness, of desire, of 
lust, she responded by reciprocating. She kissed Donna 
back, gently, just a peck, then again, a bit longer. 
Then she let out a deep moan of desire, pulling Donna 
down on top of her. This time, it was Donna who was 
caught off guard by Jocey's aggressive behaviour.

"Wait a minute. I don't want you acting on impulse, 
doing something you might regret later. Let's just stop 
a moment, and talk this through. Would you like some 
wine?" Donna was right, Jocey thought. Let's just relax 
and get to know each other. After all, I'm not a 
lesbian. "You're right Donna. I'll get some glasses and 
we'll drink together, and get to know one another." 
Donna got up onto the couch, resting in one corner with 
her legs toward the middle, her back on the armrest. 
Jocey came back with two glasses. They sat on the couch 
facing each other. Jocey was wearing only a man's dress 
shirt, down to her knees, with one button done up.

"So have you ever been with a woman, you know, 
sexually?" Donna asked. Jocey said no, and asked about 
Donna. She told her about Helen. Jocey wanted to know 
what attracted Donna to her. She was straightforward. 
"It's your breasts. I've always had a thing for large 
breasted women. And what about you. Do you find me 
attractive, you know, desirable?" "I've never thought 
about it," Jocey replied. "What's it like, you know, 
what's it like making love to a woman? I mean, I love 
the feel of a man's cock in me, squirting hot spunk into 
me." "Ya, me too. I could never be a lesbian. So don't 
be afraid of touching me. We can both just enjoy each 
other's touch. Come here Jocey. Put your hand on my leg, 
and just imagine you're a guy trying to make me wet." 
Jocey sat up o the edge of the couch. Donna lifted her 
left leg, exposing her white knickers. "Just run your 
hand up my leg, and enjoy the power you'll feel turning 
me on." Jocey obliged. She put her right hand on Donna's 
right leg, and slowly approached her upper inner thigh. 
"That's it. Now imagine I've never experienced sex 
before, and you want to teach me, you want to be the 
first to turn me on. Now reach under my elastic leg band 
with your fingers, and slowly move towards my labia. 
That's it. Are they wet yet?" "They're drenched and 
hot.,"Jocey replied. "Good. Now lean forward. Talk to 
me. Do you like what you see?" Jocey said, "You're very 
sexy. I just want to kiss your thighs and work my way up 
to your love box. Let me kiss you." Jocey got on her 
knees on the floor and spread Donna's legs. She began 
kissing her way up Donna's right leg, to her panty line. 
"Oh, you smell so good. I just want to taste you. Let me 
taste you, let me taste you," said Jocey, excitedly. Her 
own juices started trickling down her leg. She pulled 
Donna's knickers to one side and began licking her 
labia. Then she parted them with her thumbs, and ran her 
tongue up and down those luscious lips. She felt Donna 
shudder. "Come up here and kiss me, while you finger-
fuck me baby." Jocey followed Donna's instructions. She 
kept two fingers in Donna's panties, working them deeper 
into her pussy. Oh, that feels so good Jocey, you sexy 
thing you. Fuck me, fuck me baby." Donna's talk made her 
hot, and gave her a sense of power over Donna. She kept 
putting pressure on Donna's pubic bone, then releasing 
it. Donna was squirming and gasping with pleasure. "Oh 
you sweet little fucker you," she moaned in Jocey's 
ear." Make me cum with your fingers. Fuck me baby." 
Donna pumped her legs in and out, squeezing her pussy. 
"Oh, I so wish I had a cock to fuck you Donna, to make 
you scream with pleasure," Jocey said. "I've never 
tasted pussy before. Yours is so good. Can I taste some 
more?" Donna pushed Jocey's head down. "Go ahead, Jocey. 
Go down there and kiss my pussy lips like they were on a 
big juicy mouth. Use your tongue." Jocey moved down to 
eye level with Donna's knickers, and lay on her back, 
while Donna straddled her face. . She pulled the panties 
to one side and licked her labia, sucking them 
vigorously. Jocey just loved the taste. She couldn't get 
enough. Jocey slipped her thumb into Donna's hot, moist 
pussy, and pressed down hard on her pubic bone, holding 
it firm on her G-spot, until Donna screamed with 
pleasure. 

What happened next caught Jocey totally off guard. Donna 
got her to sit up with her back to her, while Donna 
wrapped her legs around Jo, both of them sitting on the 
couch. Donna pulled Jo's hair to one side, off her neck, 
and began kissing her shoulders passionately. She 
reached around the front and undid the one button that 
was keeping Jo covered. Then Donna fondled those 
voluptuous breasts that attracted her to Jo in the first 
place. Then she sat up on her haunches, legs tucked 
under herself, and pulled the shirt off Jo's shoulders, 
letting it fall. Donna kept kissing Jo's neck, while 
massaging her ample, curvaceous breasts. Jo was flooded 
with warm feelings of sensuality by such a womanly touch 
on her nipples.

Donna blew gently on Jo's neck, then whispered, "I want 
you to lie down, my love. Just lie here on your 
stomach." She guided Jo forward, getting her to stretch 
out, completely naked. "What a womanly body you have 
Jocey. I just want to make love to you." She got up, 
pulled off her boots, but left her skirt and knickers 
on. She reached in her handbag. "Where are you going 
Donna? Don't leave me. I need you. I need you to make 
love to me," Jocey pleaded. Donna pulled the new feeldoe 
dildo out of the handbag, and slipped it into her 
panties. She worked the one end into her vagina. Jocey 
saw none of this. She was about to be surprised, big 
time. Donna got back on the couch, kneeling behind Jo, 
who remained face down. Then Donna leaned forward, 
guiding the tip of her rubber penis to Jo's labia. "Jo, 
push yourself up, and kneel Doggie style in front of me. 
Yes, that's good. Now tell me if you like this," said 
Donna. Jocey could only feel the tip of the cock-dildo, 
not knowing what is was. Donna put her hands on Jocey's 
curvaceous hips, then slid them up to Jo's side, softly 
caressing her ribs. Then she slipped her hands around to 
Jo's voluptuous breasts, up to her armpits. She nibbled 
on Jo's ear, whispering, "I'm gonna' fuck you like 
you've never been fucked before. I'm gonna' make yo 
scream and beg for more." She continued leaning forward, 
slipping her hands along Jo's arms, to her wrists. She 
locked her hands around them, sliding them up and away 
from Jo, so that Jo was no longer able to support 
herself. She fell face forward on the couch, with 
Donna's weight on her back. Then gently, ever so gently, 
she leaned into Jo, inching deeper into her pussy, ever 
so slowly. Jocey moaned with every inch, Donna's full 
weight on her now. The nine inch dildo hit its mark. "Oh 
Donna, you dirty sweet fucker you," cried Jocey. She 
loved being fucked from behind, especially by her new-
found lover. Donna remembered the two times she had a 
cervical orgasm, so she held Jocey's wrists, keeping her 
pinned. She kept all her weight on Jo, not pumping her, 
just keeping a constant pressure on Jo's cervix. Jocey 
started trembling, then flailing her legs. A flood of 
emotion swept over her. She started crying due to the 
intensity of pleasure. She tried to wiggle free, but 
Donna just pushed harder on her cervix, holding herself 
firm for two or three minutes, making sure Jocey had a 
full orgasm. Then, suddenly, Donna pulled out of Jocey, 
rolled her over, and slipped off her own panties. She 
pulled Jocey's legs up, and leaned back into her, face 
to face, burying her cock deep inside Jo. She kissed her 
passionately, and began pumping her hard. They both 
could hear their love juices making a slushing sound. 
Jocey cried out in ecstasy,"How do you feel about me, 
Donna?" Donna became overcome with a desire to taste 
Jocey's pussy. She replied, "Ever since I first saw you, 
I wanted to fondle your gorgeous tits. And when you 
flashed me your pussy, I thought, 'I want to bang that 
little clit teaser'. And now, I just want to shoot a 
load of cum all over you, like a horny stallion wanting 
to fuck a sweet filly in heat." She was good at giving 
head, and even better at pussy-licking. She slipped down 
Jo's body, kissing her neck, then shoulders. She stopped 
at Jo's nipples, and teasingly nipped them gently. She 
dragged her hair over Jo's breasts, then tummy, sending 
a pleasurable sensation down between her legs. Then 
Donna slid her hands under Jo's buttocks, lifting her 
juicy labia up to her mouth. She sucked her clit, 
sending Jo over the top. Then she rolled Jo over, and 
began fingering her from behind. Jo reciprocated, 
fingering Donna. They spent quite some time making out 
like this. 

After Jocey's first experience with a woman, it bothered 
her that she might be a lesbian. Even when I met her at 
a party, introduced as a friend of Donna's, she 
emphasised that she was not a lesbian, as if I was 
supposed to know about her encounter with Donna. But I 
was told nothing about it. The two of them had a falling 
out shortly after that, and never saw each other again.


CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: ONE KISS TOO MANY

It was at that party that I saw Donna for the first time 
in years. It seemed as if she never aged. In fact, she 
looked more youthful than ever. I didn't know it was 
because of all her wild sexual adventures. However, that 
was indeed the reason behind it. Her hormones kept her 
figure nubile, making her very desirable to look at. And 
she never stopped presenting herself as an attractive, 
sensual being. I had figured she had all but forgotten 
about me. As I was being introduced to her friend, Donna 
kept glaring at me, as if I had done her some wrong. 
"You prick! You piece of shit! Why didn't you answer my 
email? Do you know how much that hurt, to be rejected by 
the man that I love?" she blurted out. "What? What are 
you talking about? I never got any email from you. 
You're hallucinating," I retorted. "Is that all you 
have? Is that your comeback, asshole?" she replied. "It 
takes one to know one," was my riposte. "Sorry Donna. 
You're right. I should have persisted in chasing you. I 
just figured you didn't want me." But it was the 
rejection that sent Donna on her promiscuous lifestyle. 
She was covering up the hurt that she experienced so 
much of her youth. Her heart became calloused, 
insensitive to her true feelings. And my not receiving 
and responding to her email sent her over the top. This 
night at the party just brought everything back to the 
forefront of her memory. Being overwhelmed with emotion, 
she stormed out of the place, and went for a long drive 
before going home.

"What was that all about?" asked Jocey. "I'm not sure. 
We had something going some time ago, but it never 
panned out. I think she probably hates me," I retorted. 
"No, I don't think so. You're all she talks about when 
we have a serious conversation about love," replied 
Jocey. "Maybe you should call her. I'll give you her 
number. I'm sure she would like to hear from you." Jocey 
scribbled down some numbers with her eyebrow pencil. 
"Call her tonight, if you really care about her. She's 
probably hurting right now." I took her advice and 
called Donna later that evening. I hoped we could 
connect.

I finally got through to her around midnight, and was 
glad that she was home, safe. I explained to her how her 
friend gave me her number. We made small talk for a 
while, before she got to more serious stuff. "So what 
have you been up to Greg? Anyone you're serious about?" 
"No, not really. There's only been one woman on my mind. 
That's you. You're in my heart, and in my soul. I just 
was afraid to admit it out loud, because it was as if I 
had lost you when you moved from your farm. Every time 
we met, it seemed you had someone else on the line. And 
hardly any wonder. You're so desirable. As for me, 
nothing and no one can come near you in my eyes. You're 
everything and more than I could ever ask for. If there 
was a God, I would ask Him for you, to be with forever." 
Donna just melted right on the spot, hearing my words. 
Any animosity she had toward me, disintegrated right 
then and there.

"After our encounter at the arena, I was so turned on, 
and so convinced you were the one I wanted to spend my 
life with, I made up a video for you on my webcam. I 
lost that video when my old computer died, but I made up 
another one. It was especially for you. I've been saving 
it. All I have to do is press 'send'" Donna said. "It'll 
explain how I think of you. Actually, it's not a video. 
It's too hard to keep the flow going when it's just me 
taking the shots. So, I did some 'selfies', still shots. 
You know, when you pinned me against the wall in that 
dressing room, I had so many horny fantasies of us 
fucking in the shower." Her mind drifted to those 
images. 

"But you never responded to my message, so I thought you 
weren't really interested," she repeated. "Funny, that's 
what I thought, that you didn't want me. But now you 
know how I feel about you Donna."

"Tell you what. Stay on the line. Go to your computer, 
and I'll send you the pictures I took for you. It'll be 
like phone sex, enhanced with a visual aspect. Okay?" I 
eagerly agreed to take a look. "Okay, send them." Donna 
chose to send one photo at a time, explaining the intent 
behind each one.

"Okay, this one is what I had in mind to wear when we 
got together. You like?" I waited while the photo 
uploaded.

"Wow!" I said. "What a hottie! You like doggy-style?" "I 
love it. Arf! Arf!"

"Here's me getting ready for work. I tried to make it 
look like I was undressing." Another picture loaded. 
"Wow!" I said again. ""I'd do you."

"Here's what I wore the night they asked me to hostess. 
What do you think?" As soon as I opened it, I said, "I 
think I love you."

"As you can see, I wasn't wearing any knickers that 
night. Here's why. It feels so good. It needs to swing 
freely." When I saw what she was talking about, my cock 
got rock hard. I was silent for some time. "Are you okay 
Greg? Maybe it's too erotic for you? Hello? Are you 
still there?." Finally, I said, "I think I like phone 
sex. My jeans just got so tight. Here, let me open them. 
Ya, that feels better. My cock head is sticking out the 
top of my jeans." "Oh, I wish I could see it," Donna 
exclaimed. "Do you want to see more?" "Are you nuts? Of 
course," I retorted.

"Okay, here's a before and after. I call it my boob job. 
They shrunk from being on the pill. They are quite 
small, don't you think?" I was awestruck when I saw her 
gorgeous breasts. "What do I think? What do I think, you 
ask. I think you have the world's most beautiful 
breasts. I call them stripper tits." I politely 
explained what I meant, "They're so perky. Your nipples 
point up. Don't those nipple piercings hurt," I asked. 
"Well, they pinch a bit. But they feel good, and keep my 
nipples hard. I don't know if I should send these next 
two of me in the shower. I think maybe they're too 
naughty." "Oh yes you should. Send them, please, pretty 
please." "Okay, since you asked so nicely. Here goes. 
Tell me what you think." Again, I was stunned by Donna's 
beauty, and her boldness to share such intimate 
pictures. "You are simply bootylicious." Donna was so 
raunchy, yet soft, so desirable. She was dirty and 
sweet, together. "Why thank you mister. That's where I 
dream about you the most. You do realize we have never 
consummated our relationship. That's why I come here to 
picture that moment. You know, what are you doing right 
now. I mean, why don't you come over. Let me send you an 
invitation, some live shots. Here I am right now. You 
like?" "I love. I find women more attractive seductively 
dressed than naked," I commented. "Oh, that's too bad. 
You won't like these next ones then." "Yes, I will. Yes, 
I will. Show me," I demanded. "Okay, let me get ready. 
This timer gives me ten seconds to pose. How's this?" 
She lay on the bed, after taking off her shirtdress. 
"Wow. You're such a seductress. And a natural." I stared 
at the picture of her in her knickers. "Okay here's me 
now." Donna pulled her panties down. "I'll try this shot 
with sunlight in the background. Are you still there? 
You're so quiet." " Yes, I', still here. I am just 
admiring your loveliness. I know where you live, you 
know. Your friend gave me your address too." " Do you 
like what you see? Here, maybe this one has a better 
lighting." "Yes, I like," I responded. Donna loved 
putting on a show, partly because she was a PT, but also 
she was a natural exhibitionist. "So, what's your 
problem? Do you need an invitation? How about this for 
an invitation." She moved to the couch to snap this 
photo. "Tell me when you get this one." "Okay, I got it 
gorgeous," I replied. She was lying on her tummy with 
her long legs spread, just enough so I could see her 
engorged pussy lips. She needed to be fucked hard. 
"Well, here's my invitation. Why don't you come over and 
fuck me, my buffalo. Ya, fuck me like you mean 
it."Suddenly, the line went dead. "Hello? Hello? Are you 
still there, Greg?" Obviously not. Seeing her naked on 
the couch, and asking for me, well, I couldn't resist. I 
wanted her so bad. I hung up and fired up my Harley to 
take her up on her invitation. I wasn't going to miss 
out on this. Donna was very responsive when I arrived. 
She gave me good head, not the big cock she was used to, 
but I knew I could satisfy her, and make her happy. And 
I did. She kept saying, as I lay on top of her 
gorgeousness, "Fuck me my buffalo, fuck me, fuck me, 
shoot your hot load in me!" I was happy to oblige. That 
night, we were both drunk with the heady aroma of our 
love making. I had never wanted any other woman, after 
our first encounter. And I have never loved or been 
loved more deeply. In the wee hours of the morning, she 
cooked us up some delicious appetizers. Now, every time 
I see her serving up hor'doeuvres, or making bread, I 
remember our first night together, on her couch. To this 
day, when I ask her what was it that made her want me, 
she always has the same answer. "It was that first kiss 
in your new truck, the one where you put your finger on 
my lower lip and kissed me. That's what won me over. I 
couldn't resist. It was one kiss too many." 

THE END


  
One Kiss Too Many (MFg, pre-teen, ped, 1st, bi, exh, oral, rom, ws)