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Sensualist Pt. 02 Ch. 01

By: Grouchojim



By Paris Waterman

All sexual acts herein are between people 18 years of age, or older.

Please note that this is Volume II in a series. It can be read on its own, although reading the first volume will help put matters in their proper perspective. PW

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Chapter 1

Wherein Donnie buys a house — Telling sordid tales to female freshmen - Fucking the female freshmen

September of Donald's freshman year was a virtual whirlwind of activities between swimming practice, classes and meeting up with his realtor, Nikita Konstanty, to find furniture for the house and precious private moments with her. There simply wasn't enough time in the day to just sit back and relax.

Donald did buy the first house that Nikita had shown him. It was an older building, and wanting to retain as much of the "old-timey" feel of it as possible, he left the basic structure intact and under the knowledgeable guidance of Nikita, arranged for the partial renovation of the interior.

The building was actually 3 stories, with a ground level basement entry that had two sets of stairs leading to the main floor. The entire upper floor became his bedroom and study and included a huge master bath that had a Jacuzzi large enough for four people and a separate shower with a two heads. The main level contained an updated kitchen, dining room, living room, family room, a full bath and a sun room alongside a screened in porch.

The ground level or basement had two apartments replete with kitchens, full-sized bathrooms and fairly large master bedrooms, making them highly desirable quarters for either student or faculty needing accommodations.

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Nikita spent considerable time helping Don furnish the entire house, taking him to consignment shops and one very useful used furniture store to show him pieces she thought would serve him well. He accepted everything shown him, except for a statuette of a cat, which he hated. The house was half furnished in a week. He also had two additional bedsprings and mattresses ordered from a local mattress store. When they arrived, Nikita suggested he place an ad in the Athens newspaper and in the school bulletin looking for female tenants. The suggested rental price would off-set his mortgage payment and even give him a small amount to spend as he saw fit.

"Umm, Nikita, I have a question about us, I mean, our relationship, um, it appears to be ongoing. Is it?"

"How sweet of you to ask; yes, I think so, Donnie. That is if you want it to be. There are dozens of young ladies here in Athens who would love to ... what's the expression? Oh, yes, jump your bones. They seem to like one-night stands, or for that matter Spring Break type vacation sex. But I'm here for the duration. You on the other hand, are a student who is also on the swim team. You'll be traveling ... a lot in that regard. That means--at least to my view, that what we have is basically a casual relationship. Now don't get me wrong. I like you. I love fucking you, and I'd like to keep on fucking you. And yet you need to understand that while I expect you to have other ... casual flings, you had better realize that I'll have an occasional fling of my own.

"Perhaps we should set some ground rules. Not now, let's let that thought germinate for a while. I think you should consider our relationship. I mean, what happens if our feelings toward one another change? You or I might meet someone else who we want to be with--period. Or, failing that, how often should we meet? Daily, weekly, every other Tuesday?

I prefer we keep our arrangement a secret as long as that's possible. It's a small town, people will talk eventually. Are you all right with that? More to the point. Are you okay with me meeting other people, without you being present? What about STD's? How often should we be tested?"

"Wow, sounds like you've been lying in wait to pounce on me," Donnie said with a slight frown.

"No Donnie, not at all. Everything I've said is purely practical ... practical in that these things happen. They do matter. What we have isn't a one-night stand, it's an affair. There are complications when one has an affair. I live here in Athens. You go to school here. There's a difference. And it's a big one. I'm not ending our thing, Donnie. I'm just clarifying it. Think about what I've said here. Let me know your thoughts. I don't expect you to accept everything I said. Maybe you'll even add a few questions of your own. That would be fine.

"You've got a swim meet coming up, right?"

"Yes, going to Florida in a couple days."

"So let's talk about things when you get back. Remember this isn't an ultimatum, Donnie; it's just a discussion about things that matter to me--to us. Now do you want to get on top, or shall I?"

The swimming/diving team had already gone to Alabama for a meet, but because they had not arrived in late August for pre-semester practices, Dolph and Donnie were not invited, nor were two of the other freshmen. The high school All-American prospect, Biff Chambers, was, however, and placed third in the freestyle, which was impressive as Alabama's best freestyle swimmer was a rising Olympic contender and had set a new national record in that event during qualifiers the same day. Needless to say, Biff made the varsity. Dolph and Donnie were on the list for the next road trip, which was at Florida the following week, and were both excited about competing for the first time.

The Florida Meet.

Nothing dramatic occurred during the Swimming Team's trip to the University of Florida. Donnie and Dolph finally got into an actual event, although neither of them placed. Coach Flippen commended both on improving their times over that of their best practices, saying something along the lines of: "I guess your competitive juices were flowing. But I expect your performances in practice to be about the same as any competitive event you swim in."

The highlight of the trip was Dolph and Donnie catching two of the Florida girl swimmers sixty-nining off in an alcove where they thought they were safe while their team was involved in the diving competition. They didn't disturb them, but watched them, neither of them masturbating, most likely because the other was standing alongside. The girls never knew they'd been noticed.

But on the team bus ride back to Athens when the bus stopped at a roadside cafeteria, Donnie had his first collegiate sexual experience when he and Dolph sat with two of the female swimmers from their school and Dolph couldn't contain himself, blurting out what they had seen to the two girls, Darci and Olivia.

"What!" Olivia said raising her voice so much that Darci held her hand over the other's mouth.

"Details," Darci demanded, and only then removed her hand.

"Well ..." Dolph began. "It was during the diving competition ..."

"They were in an alcove off to one side. I'm sure they thought no one would be able to see them," Donnie added.

"We, um, just watched. We, um, didn't ..."

"They never knew we were there," Donnie added again, filling in Dolph's omissions.

With her arousal evident on her flushed face, Olivia repeated Darci's earlier request for 'Details.'

"Really?" Donnie said, recognizing an opportunity when he saw it. "You want the juicy details?"

"YES!" both girls said simultaneously.

Donnie put an arm around each girl and drew them close. When Olivia balked at his obvious move, he said, "You want everyone in the cafeteria to listen in on us?"

Olivia quickly shook her head from side to side, and Donnie went on with his description of the two girls sixty-nining one another.

"I think we got there just before they did," he said. "There were no preliminaries that we saw ..."

"You mean they just did it?" Olivia asked, seemingly shocked.

"I mean there was no small talk at all. They ... um, just got to it."

Donnie noted that Olivia's flush had darkened considerably, and that Darci was squirming around in her chair trying to find a comfortable position, but not succeeding.

Dolph was hiding his erection, holding onto the menu after the server had requested it, saying he wanted to peruse other items for possible takeout.

Donnie tightened his grip on each girl, pulling them closer to him. At this point, Olivia's right breast was fully pressed into his arm. Darci, much smaller than Olivia in the breast department, would have had to be face to face with Don for any noticeable impact on him from her breasts.

"Um, I don't know if you two want all the details," he said and paused.

They did, both said. "Don't hold back on our account," Darci said, her voice slightly higher pitched that usual. Olivia nodded her agreement with Darci.

"Okay, well, I could see that the shorter of the two wasn't wearing a bra. Her taut nipples poked out of her cotton t-shirt ..."

Donnie paused and looked at each girl in turn. "Is this too graphic?"

"No!" they replied in unison.

Donnie saw Olivia's hand drop into her lap and press down into her crotch. He shot a glance at Dolph, who understood him immediately and grinned at Donnie, before nodding his head. They were going to score with these two after the bus got to Athens, Dolph was sure of it.

Donnie coughed once to clear his throat and then said: "The taller girl made the first move."

Olivia's breast was now fully pressed against his arm and he could feel its hardened nipple.

"She, um, used her fingers to sort of tweak a nipple through the thin fabric, and then she said, 'Well now, someone's glad to see me.' The shorter girl laughed nervously and bit her lower lip. I think it was the lower lip. Dolph was it the lower lip she bit?"

"Um, yeah," Dolph replied, "The lower one, yeah."

Donnie picked up where he'd left off: "The shorter one was embarrassed, but didn't want things to stop there and said, 'I've been thinking about this all day, once I knew for sure you were coming. I'm so damned horny'"

"Oh my God," Darci gasped. "I can't believe you could hear them."

"We were only about ten or twelve feet from them," Dolph said. "I mean, we were there first. They happened along after we'd settled in."

Donnie added, "I really think that they had scouted the alcove out previously and decided it was the perfect place to meet during the swimming meet."

"Hearing that, the taller girl said, 'Well I won't keep you waiting any longer!' She kissed her, a soft dainty kiss ... are you sure you want to hear all this?"

"Of course we do," Darci replied, and Don went on, saying: "They continued the soft kissing for a while before I saw the shorter one's pink tongue slip into the other's mouth. After that the kisses grew more torrid."

OHHH!" Olivia sighed.

"Mmmm," Darci groaned happily.

Dolph closed the meager distance between himself and Darci. They were now thigh to thigh. Darci appeared not to notice, but moments later her hand dropped to his thigh and gave it a light squeeze.

"Mmmm, yeah," Donnie sighed. "I don't know if torrid is the right word for what was happening.

"They were making out, right?" Olivia asked.

"That's certain," Donnie replied. "By this point their hands were everywhere."

Dolph chimed in with: "The taller one had one hand under the other's t-shirt fondling her tits ... oh, sorry about the language ..."

"Don't be, tits, boob, ta-ta's, whatever, Darci said and followed with a laugh. "You're just telling it like it is."

Dolph cupped Darci's left breast and said, Ta-ta's?" It was the first overt move on either man's part. Both were relieved when all Darci did was brush his hand away, saying, "Not now ... the story, please!"

Ignoring her, Donnie moved his arm from Olivia's shoulder to her breast and tweaked her nipple.

"Oh you!" Then lowering her voice to a whisper, "Don't ... not here! Maybe on the bus ... you know? You could sit with me and ..."

Letting his hand drop from her breast, Donnie nodded affirmatively and picked up where he'd left off.

"The shorter girl's hands were busy too, squeezing her ... Ta-ta's," he said with a grin that had the others laughing giddily.

"Breathing hard, the shorter one asked, 'Do you play with girls a lot?' Meanwhile she's kind of rolling the taller girl's t-shirt up, exposing her boobs. They were really nice looking too," Donnie added.

'Some in the past,' the taller one answered shyly. 'But not for a long time.'

"They kissed again and it lasted for quite a while, and when they ended it, they were both hotter than a 4th of July pistol.".

"So you never 'did it' for them?" the shorter one inquired, her voice filled with a need to know.

The taller one answered, saying, 'No, not much.' I guess I'm more of a pillow princess."

"My God!" Darci exploded, "He's tellin' the fuckin' truth!"

"Of course I am," Donnie blurted. "Why the hell would I lie to you?"

"To get into my pants, for one!" Darci shot back.

"But you just said I wasn't making this up!" He said, hoping the logic would hold up.

Olivia was giggling non-stop.

"Stop it, Liv," Darci said snappishly, caught between her friend's childish behavior and her own embarrassment at being caught foolishly. "We should go," she said and started getting up.

"I'm not leavin'" Olivia said, through her giggling. "He's nice ..." turning to face Dolph, she added, "You too, sweetie."

"Oh for Christ's sake, Liv, c'mon we can sit on the bus."

"You go if you must. I'm staying. I wanna hear if they go down on one another."

"LIV!" Darci said, her voice rising in alarm.

Other people looked their way, and embarrassed again, Darci slipped back into her seat, a sulking expression on her face.

"Go on, Don, finish your story. Did they really do it?"

"Yes they did, Olivia. The taller one confessed that she really liked oral sex."

"Oooo!" Olivia cooed. "I knew it!"

Darci feigned disinterest, but was listening to every word Donnie said.

"She ... the taller one admitted that she really got off on oral. 'I hope you don't mind, but I need to touch ...' Donnie paused, and looked directly at Darci and Olivia in turn. "Should I keep going?"

When Darci nodded affirmatively, he knew he'd be banging both girls before the night was out. Team members or not, he would do them both he thought as he resumed the story.

"I'm sooo bad," the taller one said. Maybe a second later the shorter one said, 'me too!'

'Let's just do this!' the shorter girl said and striped off her t-shirt, then her shorts and panties."

Dolph interjected at that point, saying excitedly, "Don't forget the scrunchy she pulled out of her hair and how she said, 'Okay, I'm ready!' as she spread her legs in invitation."

"Oh yeah," Donnie said wistfully, "She raised her knees, opening herself up, you know?"

Both girls nodded their heads. Oh yeah, they knew all right.

"I admit the combination of her innocent-like approach followed by this lewd display was an incredible turn-on."

"Are you hard, Donnie?" Olivia whispered breathlessly.

"See for yourself," he said non-committedly.

She accepted his dare and ran her hand lightly along the bulge in his slacks. "Mmmmm, impressive," she murmured, more to herself than anyone else. Darci glowered at her and Donnie, but secretly wished she had had the nerve to do it herself.

"Yes, isn't it?" Donnie replied with a knowing smile, and winked at Darci. "Anyway, the taller girl cut her off, saying, 'I want to be on top.' And just like that she sat on the shorter girl's face."

"Ohmigod!" Darci gasped, followed by Olivia's "Holy shit!" a moment later.

The aroma of female arousal filled my nostrils. I must admit I thought I could actually taste her, although that's impossible," Donnie said wistfully.

"Ooooh," Olivia sighed.

"While I couldn't see much of the shorter girl's face, I could see the other's quite clearly; there was open mouthed, wanton desire etched across her eyes and mouth--her tongue washed lightly over her lips in anticipation. She gave a tentative little smile and asked sweetly, "You ready?" then bit her lip as she waited for a reply.

"The shorter girl promptly pulled her closer and moaning with delight began kissing and licking away at her."

"Ohmigod!" Darci gasped again, only to be followed with an echoing 'Holy Shit,' from Olivia.

At this point both Olivia and Darci had their hand or fist pressed against their respective pussies, making no attempt to hide their actions from Dolph or Donnie.

Donnie left them to pleasure themselves as best they could for a couple minutes before interrupting them by announcing that the bus was ready to leave and they had better get a move on. The later was not meant as a pun.

While the girls sat alongside Dolph and Donnie--Darci with Dolph, and Olivia with Donnie, nothing further was said about the lesbian duo. In fact, the only words uttered by either girl were when Olivia whispered into Donnie's ear: "You can sneak us into your dorm room, right?"

Donnie nodded affirmatively and gave her upper thigh a squeeze. Olivia shuddered.

Back on campus, they made directly for the guys dorm room. Dolph opened the door and the girls practically stumbled into the room. They were dressed alike: short shorts and T-shirts with Georgia Swim Team across the fronts. Dolph and Donnie were not that different, khaki shorts and similar T's. It was the normal wear for all members of the Swimming Team.

Once inside the room, Dolph smirked and said, "Now we can watch our own swim team members turn lezzie for us!"

"Oh, you!" said Olivia, the more slender of the two girls.

"We're not into that!" snapped Darci.

"What are you into?" Dolph laughed wickedly as his erection loomed pointedly in his shorts.

"I think it more correct to ask them what's going into them, Dolph," Donnie said so amicably that neither girl reacted for a moment, thinking he was defending their honor.

Then after a long second or two, Olivia shrieked, "Oh you!" and then burst out laughing.

Darci tried to remain serious but succumbed to Olivia's laughing fit and joined in. It wasn't long before all four were laughing with the girls hugging the guys.

Donnie noted that Darci's nipples had hardened under her t-shirt and imagined how her pear-shaped tits would look with her bouncing up and down on his cock.

"Don't be such a pervert," Darci said sharply seeing his eyes on her chest; only to discover her words had no import to Donnie at all. He merely smiled at her and eyes fixed on her nipples, licked his lips. She found herself shuddering with anticipation.

"Have a seat, Olivia," Dolph said, patting the bed where he was already sitting. "I'll get us a drink." Dolph got up and went to the mini refrigerator, opened it and took out four bottles of Mountain Dew and one bottle of Vodka, poured the entire contents into a wooden wok, normally used for cooking stir-fried food, but which had served as a punch bowl before at parties, and then handed each girl a clean plastic cup. After selecting a cup for himself to kicked things off by scooping the cup into the wok and half filled his glass before toasting the others in the room.

Both girls followed suit and along with Donnie toasted Dolph and then emptied the concoction down their respective throats.

"Ewe!" Olivia blurted after finishing her drink. Donnie studied her with renewed interest. She was a tad shorter than Darci and more rounded with heavier breasts and a crowning mane of thick black hair. He liked her looks; virginal, but sensual, for even in her casual clothing she reminded him of a typical teenage slut.

He recalled how aroused both girls had gotten with his telling of the lesbian encounter he and Dolph had witnessed. But more importantly he remembered that he hadn't really gotten to the serious sexual play the two lesbians reached, but had ended after describing their erotic foreplay and ended when they actually got into it.



Sensualist Pt. 02 Ch. 01



"You were right. He IS evil, Darci!" Olivia giggled as Darci followed her friend over to the bed and plopped down next to her. Evidently she had yet to read Miss Manner's book on how a young lady should sit, because she flounced onto the bed and sat with her legs wide apart. Of course she was wearing shorts and revealed nothing to the two young men standing in front of her. Yet her action was provocative, suggesting all sorts of erotic happenings to both Donnie and Dolph.

"Got any music?" Olivia asked indifferently as she looked around the room. Dolph realized she was nervous and putting on an act for their benefit.

"Sure, over in the corner, on the shelf." Dolph said.

Olivia moved quickly to the small pile of CDs, and bent over the table while rummaging through the CDs, molding her shorts to her firm, tight ass to them.

A moment later she yelped, "This one! Oh, shit, yeah, play this one!" waving the CD in the air.

"Yeah!" Darci yelled in agreement, "I love Pink!" jumping up and down making her pert titties jounce. Rolling her eyes Olivia added, "And, Green Day too!"

"Play Pink first," Darci cried out happily, still hopping up and down.

"I just love Pink," Darci smiled, confiding in Donnie as he studied her body with lust-lidded eyes. Too his surprise, Donnie caught her checking him out too. 'Good times ahead,' he thought.

As Pink's sound reverberated off the walls, Dolph edged closer to Donnie and whispered, "I'm thinkin' Olivia is a virgin, man."

"And you know this how?" Donnie asked in surprise.

"Umm, I heard her and Darci talkin' man. Umm, Olivia told her she was ready and not to be a worrywart. So relax, Don, relax, she's not gonna be a virgin for long, right?"

Olivia and Darci were already dancing to the music, oblivious to the two guys, or so it seemed. Actually, Darci was priming Olivia for what was to come.

"No way!" Olivia squealed, eyes wide with astonishment. Then turning to Donnie, she asked, "Did you really?"

"Did I what?

"Moon the principal of your high school?"

After a quick glance at a very guilty looking Dolph, Donnie laughed heartily at that and took his time in answering. "No--there's absolutely no truth to that rumor. Well, yes, I was there when it happened. But I wasn't the one to do it. And it wasn't only the principal . . . she was with a group of Japanese teachers here to study the American method of teaching."

Olivia clasped her hands to her mouth and exclaimed, "Oh, my Gawd!"

"The truth is we didn't know who was in the room. A kid named Jerome McGuire was the guilty party. He was dared to do it. It being to stick his butt through the curtains in the auditorium and drop his pants."

"And being one to accept the challenge he bared his best side to the world."

A wide-eyed Darci asked, "Were you expelled?"

"I'm here aren't I?"

"Yes, but ..."

"Naw, they never knew who did it." He leaned toward the two girls. "By the time they got up on the stage we were long gone, and no one dared tell on us."

"Wow!" They said at the same time, obviously impressed even if he wasn't the daring one, he was part of it. And Donnie's stock soared with them.

Darci resumed the conversation, hoping to elicit something similar from Dolph. "I've never been dared to do anything like that, have you, Dolph?"

Dolph fielded that question flawlessly. "Are you telling me, you two want to play Truth or Dare?"

Olivia shot back, "I have ..." Then looked at Darci who closed her legs so that her knees touched as she shook her head from side to side. "Nooo, I haven't."

.The dorm room was quiet except for Pink's powerful voice wailing about a lost love.

Donnie knew a turning point when her saw it and quickly chimed in with: "Maybe it's time you did. What do you think Olivia?"

"It's not for me to say. After all Darci has to make up her own mind."

Darci looked mollified at this and thought she was off the hook, but Olivia sank any hope Darci might have had of escaping the dreaded game saying: "Well, I'm all for it."

"Darci cried out, "Olivia ... I don't . . ." The room went quiet for a moment as Pink's CD ended and then the strains of Green Day's latest hit, Basket Case, filled the room.

Olivia went face to face with her friend, "Hey, Darci, what the hell did you come here for? You made it plain enough to me you wanted to party."

"But I never said . . ."

"Fuck you, Darci, are you in or out?" Olivia's eyes blazed in anger.

"Please Liv ..."

Dolph and Donnie exchanged glances at this. They knew they were on the verge of ending things before they got started.

"Maybe . . ." Dolph began.

"Okay! Okay!" Darci said despondently. Sounding as if she hoped her friend would whisk her away. But Olivia was committed to a party and seemed determined to drag her best friend into it with her.

"Well then," Darci said and took a deep breath. "Truth or Dare it is. Donnie, Truth or Dare?"

"Dare, of course. I love to take risks," Donnie replied.

"I dare you to kiss Olivia for three minutes. Dolph, will you keep time?"

"Sure I will," he said, pleased at her quick acceptance of the change of events.

Donnie moved to the couch and sat next to Olivia. As he put his arm around her shoulder he watched carefully for any recoil on her part. There was none. Donnie leaned down and found her lips. He brushed her lips with his then pulled back.

"Hey," Darci called out, "the dare is for three minutes."

"We haven't started yet," Donnie replied.

"Oh, sorry, " Darci giggled nervously.

Olivia's eyes never wavered from Donnie. He moved back into position and Olivia moved to meet him. He slowly licked her lower lip. Olivia moaned. He did the same to her upper lip and her mouth opened and the tip of her tongue came out to meet his. Only then did Darci glance at the clock on the wall.

It proved to be a long three minutes, but no one complained. When they ended their prolonged kiss, Olivia's eyes were smoldering, and Donnie's hand was squeezing her left breast. She didn't swat it away.

"Donnie," Darci said, her voice sounding dry and forced, "You're next. Ask someone the question."

"Dolph, Truth or Dare," he said with a smirk on his face, his hand continued fondling Olivia's bra-cased breast.

"Dare," Dolph replied eagerly.

Same dare I had, only with Darci." Donnie smirked, and when the two went into their kiss, he snaked a hand under Olivia's t-shirt and began toying with her rapidly hardening nipples.

Dolph found Darci much more responsive than he expected her to be. The movement he parted his lips her lithe, young tongue slithered into his mouth. Back and forth it went; giving him the impression she was trying to fuck him with it.

'She's really good at this,' he thought as he began to respond in kind. 'Really good at it. I wonder how she'll handle my dick.'

Darci pulled back and waited for his tongue to withdraw from her mouth before renewing her kiss. The second Dolph recanted and withdrew, Darci's serpentine tongue slithered back along his lower teeth. Dolph groaned from the intensity of it all.

Dolph didn't realize that she was intent on dominating the situation. Donnie might have, but of course, he knew nothing of what was going on between them, being occupied with Olivia's tits at the time. Dolph was satisfied when Darci didn't object when he began pressing his boner against her when time was called, ending their first kiss.

Dolph, like Donnie, had made substantial progress with Darci. Her blouse was completely open and Dolph's hand had ventured under her bra and felt the flesh of her breast before she swatted his hand away and covered herself.

"Darci," Dolph said with a smile, "It's your turn."

"Ours was pretty good too," Donnie replied. "Mmmm," Olivia murmured agreeably.

"Truth," Darci offered, as she shifted so that she now sat on Dolph's lap, enjoying the feel of his boner pulsing against her buttock.

"Okay, truth it is. Darci what did you tell Olivia to get her over here?" Dolph asked with a grin.

Olivia interrupted. "No! Don't say it!"

"I have to Olivia; you know the rules of the game."

"Oh, Gawd!" Olivia said, covering her face with her hands. "This isn't fair!"

"Go on Darci," I chimed in, "tell us what you told her."

"I said . . . I'm sure you'll like him." She looked Donnie in the eye. "I meant Donnie, not you, Dolph."

"That's all?" Dolph asked, obviously prodding her on. He had that shit-eating grin on his face.

Now it was Darci's turn to blush. "I . . . I don't think I should say anymore."

"Are we playing Truth or Dare, or what?" Donnie demanded.

"We . . . are, but . . . ."

"No buts--play the game Darci.

"Okay, okay. I told her that Dolph has . . . ."

"Darci!" Olivia warned. "Don't say another word!"

"Be quiet Olivia, tell the truth Darci," he demanded.

Crestfallen, Darci finally got it out in a rush. "I told her you're probably the best one to take her virginity. You seem to be ... experienced, you know?"

"Gawd!" Olivia cried and buried her face in her hands once again. "I'm soooo embarrassed."

"If it's the truth and it seems to be, don't be embarrassed Olivia, that's the way this game is played," Donnie managed before Dolph could screw mattes up with some banal remark.

"Olivia, tell the truth. Did you come here thinking along those lines?"

"Whoa, Donnie," Darci interrupted trying to defend her friend. "We're playing a game. Don't go presuming things."

"I'm not," he said, but realized he might be pushing things too fast and switching gears asked, "Oh, all right. Hey, who wants a beer?"

Everyone did. Dolph willingly broke the law by handing each of the underage girls a beer.

"You guys got any curfew over at your dorm?" Dolph inquired.

"Midnight tonight. Weekdays, eleven," Darci said then took a long swig of beer and burped.

Everyone laughed. Olivia took an even longer pull on the bottle and burped too. Both guys followed suit and they resumed the game.

"Whose turn is it?" Darci asked, licking her lips.

"It's your turn," Donnie said, bypassing Olivia. "Truth or dare?"

"Dare," Darci said a little too quickly.

"I dare you to kiss me for three minutes, Donnie said with a broad smile.

Darci returned the smile as she slipped into his arms and they began kissing.

Donnie didn't rush things, but nibbled on her lower lip then her upper. Darci was almost frantic when he finally slipped his tongue into her all too eager mouth. Darci's arms pulled him close to her and Donnie took that as a sign to venture further along the path of seduction and sent his right hand under her T-shirt and bra and massaged a breast as they continued the kisses.

He was tweaking the stiffened nipple when they broke apart to gather air into their respective lungs. "You're some kisser," she husked before their mouths joined again. A moment later Darci was squeezing his erection.

Breaking the kiss, she gulped and said, "What have you got in there?"

Laughing, Donnie replied in a whisper, "It's me, it really is. Run your finger tips along it, you'll see."

Darci did as instructed, her eyes widening as she traversed his length. "Ohmigod and that goes in ...?"

"It goes in and comes back out. I swear it and you'll have no noticeable discomfit if and when it happens."

The last was for her benefit, as he'd noted her alarm at finding his size a possible obstacle in taking her.

"Livie couldn't possibly ..." she started to say.

"She can and so can you. I promise you, you'll be ready for me when its time."

Meanwhile, Dolph had recalled the joint he's stuffed into his shirt pocket earlier in the day and took it out, showed it to one and all before lighting up. After taking a drag, he passed it to Olivia who eagerly accepted it and took a deep pull before sharing it with Darci.

It was obvious they had done this before.

"Shall we get on with the game?" Dolph said after filling his lungs with smoke. His voice was strained and kind of high-pitched from the joint.

"Okay," both girls said almost in tandem. Evidently the joint and the beer had loosened Olivia up, because she wasn't bothering about the fact that her t-shirt was now up above her bra and one breast seemed caught at the top of the bra, leaving it almost totally exposed.

"Okay--okay," a noticeably excited Darci exclaimed. "Let's have Donnie take that trouser snake out!"

"What!" Olivia screeched and dropped her beer and watched as it rolled along the wooden floor leaving a trail of foamy bubbles in its wake. No one made a move to pick it up. Everyone was watching Donnie.

Darci tried hard to suppress a smile, but couldn't, as Donnie reached for his fly.

"Whoa!" Exclaimed Dolph, "Seriously man?"

Donnie withdrew his semi-hard shaft from his shorts and stood up, leaving his member to hang along his left thigh.

Olivia's eyes were agog. "Gawd!" she murmured, unconsciously licking her lips. "It's so big!"

Darci's eyes were shinning with lust.

"Donnie's a mite bigger than me," Dolph said generously.

"It's your turn Olivia," Donnie said candidly.

"Is that ... um, is that as big as it gets?"

"Honestly, no. It will fill out another two inches or so," Donnie replied candidly.

"I . . . I ... can you make it hard?"

"Olivia!" Darci called out in warning.

"That's not either truth or Dare, Olivia," Donnie said kindly.

"Oh? Ummm, well then ..." She took a deep breath and said, "I dare Donnie to get it hard."

Donnie laughed and said, "Okay, but you're gonna help me."

Olivia nodded her head, moved over to him. He placed one hand on her shoulder and pressed. Olivia understood he wanted her to kneel and she did.

"Olivia!" Darci called out again.

"I know what I'm doing, Darci."

Donnie took her hand in his and placed it on his semi-hard dick. It was like watching a slow-motion movie. Her fingers grasped him and began to squeeze and pump up and down and he was quick to respond. Olivia's eyes widened as his balls began jouncing against her hand as she strove to milk a load from his now fully erect dick.

"You've done this before, haven't you?"

"Uh huh. Robby Prentice in high school. We were in the backseat of his car. He ... he wasn't anywhere near this in size though."

"Did you kiss his?" Donnie inquired.

"No ... you want me to kiss yours?"

"Only if you want too."

Dolph had taken his erection out and was slowly stroking it. He was hard, and was a good seven inches in length, but noticeably thinner than Donnie in circumference.

Olivia was concentrating on Donnie's member and didn't notice. Darci did, and licked her lips excitedly by the two cocks suddenly available for viewing and more. She realized that she was wet 'down there' and supposed that Livie was as well. She had to be, she reasoned, after all look at me.

It was then that she also figured out that Donnie had steered the conversation so that he could expose himself to them and that he would be taking Liv's virginity and not fuck her. The very thought of being denied that huge cock made her despair even though commonsense indicated that Dolph's member was bigger than the two cocks she'd sampled in high school;

Olivia leaned closer to Donnie's cock and clearly mesmerized by it, asked: "Is it ... gonna shoot?"

"Not yet sweetie, not yet." He glanced over at Darci and beckoned her closer. Her hand was pressed into her crotch. She was clearly excited.

"Livie, take off that silly bra. Let me see those lovely tits."

Olivia nodded and reached behind her to undo the clasp holding the bra in place. It fell to the floor when she removed her hands. She waited for him to say something. Donnie, as usual said the right thing.

"They're even nicer than I thought they'd be."

Olivia blushed, proud of her young body and highly receptive to his compliments, for like most girls she was unsure of how her charms would be received by the opposite sex.

Darci touched Donnie's arm calling attention to her having moved closer per his request.

"Oh yes, Darci. Umm, why don't you lose the shirt and bra? After all, Dolph and I are hanging out for the two of you."

She nodded, acknowledging his request, and quickly shed her top and bra. Unlike Olivia, Darci stood with breasts thrust out proudly, and with good reason. She had the puffiest areolas with strawberry tipped nipples that he had ever seen.

He raised his hands like someone walking in the dark. They hesitated in front of Darci's breasts so she took matters into her own hands, so to speak, pressing Donnie's hands against her breasts. His fingers squeezed and sank into the warm flesh. At that point in his life he had not encountered any silicone implants, but there was nothing there but firm, soft flesh. He squeezed again. Her breasts felt wonderful, so firm, so warm, so large; not grapefruit sized, but a handful nevertheless.

He let his fingers search for a nipple, found it and squeezed. She moaned and placed her hand on his.

Dolph had a dejected look on his face as he realized both girls wanted Donnie and not him.

Olivia's hands had brought Donnie to nearly full size and both girls were transfixed by his appendage.

Donnie saw the problem and acted to forestall an abrupt ending to what looked to be a fruitful sexual encounter.

"Darci, why don't you and Dolph get it on? I need some time with Liv to make it meaningful for her. I hope you understand, and I promise you I won't neglect you after."

Darci nodded although everyone could see her heart wasn't into his suggestion.

Dolph perked up when she turned to him and said which do you prefer, the couch or the bed?"

Since Olivia was sitting on the bed at that moment, Dolph opted for the couch, and holding his hand out to Darci, led her over to it.

Darci peeled her shorts and panties off and lay down on the couch. Dolph dropped his shorts and underwear and spread her legs before mounting her.

"You sure are a good kisser," Olivia said looking directly at Donnie as he set about preparing her for the loss of her virginity.

"I'll show you a good kiss," he said and moved down her body to her lightly furred snatch, and spreading her labia apart with his fingers drove his tongue into her cunt.

"Ahhhhhh!" she screamed. "That's . . . unbelievable!"

"Like it, huh?"

"I like it, big time, Donnie. Do it again!"

"Sure thing."

He glanced at the couple on the couch across the room. Dolph was using the end of the couch to brace his feet as he thrust into Darci. He had to banging as deeply as was possible. Her face was a twisted grimace of lust, screaming for more as she wriggled her ass up at him.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh! She grunted each time he slammed into her. Donnie watched as Dolph leaned back, as if savoring the tight grip of her cunt around his dick. It wasn't often one got an opportunity to see the competition in action like this, he thought as Dolph grinned at him and chortled, "Ain't this sweet pussy the greatest?"

"Yes it is," Donnie replied with a knowing grin.

She's got the tightest twat, yahoo, Dolph rides again," and he swatted the laughing Darci on the ass.

"Don't stretch it too fuckin' much," Donnie said teasingly, "I'm gonna be in it before long."

"Hey!" Darci yelled at me. "You better be full sized when you get over here!"

"You got it baby," he replied contritely and went down on Olivia with fervor.

Donnie tasted sweat, body fluid and urine as he wallowed in her cunt, swallowing her juices. He reached up and pulled a pillow from the top of the bed, tucked it under Olivia's ass then moved his arms under her legs to support her behind. The pillow helped tilt her pelvis up to an angle that allowed him to pay attention to both her clit and her cunt without straining his neck. Taking his time, Donnie paid homage to her outer folds, sucking on them and listening to her moaned responses. It wasn't long before her little clit poked out of its hooded shelter and he tenderly flicked at it with his tongue.




Sensualist Pt. 02 Ch. 01



Olivia shrieked, and clasped her thighs tightly around his head as she raised her hips up even higher and began to gently rotate and rock as Donnie took her clittie between his lips and applied pressure.

"I'm cumming!" Was all she said, and did so with abandon, grinding fiercely against his mouth and face until her sexual release caused her to pass out. Donnie continued fondling and caressing her until she came out of her swoon. Then as he toyed with her nipples, the two of them watched as Dolph put the finishing touches on his pillaging of Darci's ripe cunt.

"Ohhh, Gawd you feel soooo good," Darci grunted.

"Like it huh?" Dolph asked, knowing the answer.

"You got it all in?"

"Damn right it's all in."

"I . . . I wasn't sure . . ."

"You're a well fucked woman Darci," Dolph rasped, trying to catch his breath and in doing so, grasped her shoulders and pulled her tighter against his belly. Dolph's eyes closed as he savored the hot, juicy grip of her tight young pussy on his throbbing member.

"You . . . you . . . sure can fuck." Darci managed to gasp.

"Not like the kids you fooled around with before eh?" Dolph said as his fingers played with her incredibly puffy areola.

"She's got really nice ones," Donnie said to Olivia.

"Yeah, they're bigger than mine." She replied somewhat wistfully.

"But yours are lovely too," Donnie said quickly. "Here, let me suck on them."

"Okay," she said, "but go easy, don't hurt them."

"I'll go easy baby." Donnie reassured her.

"Change position!" Dolph gasped.

"Huh?" A dazed Darci replied.

"Here," he said, lifting her up and carrying her over to one of the easy chairs. He placed her on her feet and sat down, his dick flouncing around as if looking for its home.

"Lower your pussy onto it," he told her. Darci was facing him at the moment and did as he said, straddling his knees and lowering herself down upon his throbbing cock. Donnie glanced at Olivia, who shrugged.

So this was new to her too, he thought. Darci was now sitting on Dolph's lap. He wrapped his arms and legs around her, cradling her lower back and ass, and then stood up. She groaned with pleasure as he filled her from a different angle. Dolph began lifting her up and down on his cock, demonstrating his raw strength to Olivia and Donnie. He must have been nudging Darci's G-spot because she appeared to be in the throes of an intense orgasm.

The veins in Dolph's neck stood out under the strain and holding her tightly, he gradually shuffled over to the wall and propped her against it for additional support. He continued to bang away and Darci, pinned against the wall was totally submissive to his actions as she continued to cum. Her mouth hung open, her eyes were closed and she grunted happily every time Dolph rammed his dick into her.

Finally Dolph groaned and exploded inside her, slamming Darci's ass into wall as he did. They remained in place for a moment or two then he gradually eased her down until she sat on the floor, too far out of it to speak. A long string of sperm clung to his dick as he slowly sank to the floor next to her.

"Now it's our turn, Olivia," Donnie said.

She looked at him through glazed eyes as if in a stupor. She didn't understand.

"I'm gonna fuck you now Olivia. That is unless you don't want me to."

"Oh . . . sure . . . I mean okay."

"Put your arms on the pillows here." She did. "Raise your ass a little." She did.

What he saw was an almost fully opened cunt staring at him as he hovered over her backside. Slowly she lowered her face down upon the pillow. Donnie opened her vagina a bit more and began eating her. He wanted her fully relaxed in order to achieve a full penetration when he thought the time was right.

"Oh ... I thought ..." She mumbled and then groaned with obvious pleasure as he feasting on her engorged genitals,

Olivia succumbed to his mouth and all that it was doing to her senses secure in the knowledge that she was in good hands.

In the next ten minutes Donnie counted four orgasms on Olivia's part and decided that she was more than ready to accept him and lose her virginity.

Darci and Dolph watched silently as Donnie prepared to send his huge member into Olivia's virginal cavity.

To his surprise, Olivia accepted his thick shaft with relative ease. Then only four tentative strokes later, Donnie was plunging into her in a frenzied manner with Olivia grunting with each and every thrust.

"Yeah ... go Donnie!" Dolph yelled and Darci giggled while noting the rising penis she held in her hand.

Olivia pushed back at him, matching him stroke for stroke and surprised the hell out of him by reaching between her legs to cup and squeezed his balls. It felt wonderful.

"That's great baby," he moaned. "I love it!"

They changed position, and with Olivia on her back, Donnie had her raise her knees and spread her thighs as wide as possible.

"Dolph, I bet you could drive your Mercury in there right now," Donnie laughed, preparing to enter her again from the new position.

"Jesus!" Darci exclaimed, "She really IS wide open!"

Donnie was trying to pulverize her pussy; pistoning in and out furiously; his balls were slapping against her ass with each thrust as he drilled in and out of her frothy cunt. He felt his sperm coming to a boil in his testes and began doing mathematic problems in his head to forestall his ejaculation.

Reaching down, he took hold of Olivia's legs and raised her ankles up to his shoulders. With this new angle of penetration, he pushed up on his hands and planted his toes in the sheets and fucked like a crazy man.

"Oh Gawd!" Livie wailed.

"Ugh . . . ugh . . . ughhhh!" Donnie grunted from the effort he was putting forth.

"Jesus ..." Darci gasped.

"Even the porno pros can't do that," Dolph said in the knowledge that he was witnessing something special and not likely to see it again.

"You think ..." Darci started to say only to be interrupted by her partner. "No way. I mean, he'll fuck you silly, but not like that. That's a once in a lifetime performance, I'm almost certain."

She left Dolph then and crossed over to the bed where Olivia was being pounded by Donnie and leaning over her friends jerking body, planted a soft kiss on her forehead.

Liv's eyes flashed over to Darci and she half cried, half moaned her appreciation.

All this transpired before Donnie and he came to a halt deep inside Olivia, and breathing heavily, told Darci to kiss her, "Kiss her good, Darci."

Darci complied and to her surprise Livie returned the kiss with what could only be construed as great intensity. The two of them moaned and ground their mouths together; pink tongues battling for position.

Dolph was amazed.

Donnie merely amused. His tale of the two lesbians had certainly taken to heart by the two girls in the room with him. Instinctively he knew where this would lead and he renewed his rampant fucking, slamming his thick cock almost entirely into her cunt with each and every thrust while she gasped into Darci's mouth which never left hers.

A series of sucking and slurping sounds came from her sloppy cunt each time he pulled out; and it wasn't long before Donnie lurched to his knees and let out a roar that shook the pictures on the walls of the room as he gushed into her. Olivia, feeling the scalding heat of his semen careening against her vaginal walls clawed at his back as she too exploded in a tumultuous orgasm and wrenching her mouth from Darci's, collapsed in a heap, shuddering in the aftershocks that continued reverberating through her for the next several minutes.

Dolph had Darci pinned against the bed, his loins pressed tightly against her buttocks. Darci was breathing heavily from both her recent fucking and Livie's torrid kisses. Donnie was trying to resurrect himself for a go at Darci, but needed more time, and so he lay inert, watching the actions of those around him play out.

Olivia appeared to be asleep, but wasn't, she was however, incoherent for the time being and content to drift wherever the remnants of her climax took her.

Two more minutes passed. Olivia opened her eyes and smiled wearily at Donnie.

"That ... that was fanfuckingtastic! I've always heard that losing one's virginity was a painful, unpleasant experience that would be followed by more memorable experiences later on."Still smiling, she leaned in and kissed Donnie lightly on the mouth.

"I know that's not true now, thank you very much. I also doubt that anything could be as good as that fuck was ... unless you choose to repeat it. Thank you so very much for making it so fuckin' special." She kissed him again, with warmth and sincerity that almost moved Donnie to tears.

Olivia was certainly crying.

Rubbing her eyes she laughed, "Don't worry, they're happy tears, sweetie. Very happy tears. And now it would make me even happier if you would do the same for Darci. If you don't she'll never forgive me."

Donnie laughed and said, "Well, we can't have that. But first I think you girls should share a kiss or two.'

"Us?" Olivia said with a shocked look.

"Sure, guys get sooo hot watching girls make out. We'll be hard as steel for the two of you if you fool around while we watch."

"Okay!" Olivia laughed, Com'ere Darci!"

The nubile Darci moved into Olivia's arms and they went into a torrid French kiss that told the guys it wasn't the first time either of them had done it.

Dolph surprised Donnie by guiding the girls into an even more provocative position that had Darci kneeling on one side of him and Olivia on the other, supported by her elbows while he casually caressed both their flanks. It wasn't long before Darci and Olivia leaned into each other and giggling softly, renewed their kiss.

Donnie watched with a bemused expression as the girls' tongues flicked against each other.

When they came apart for some needed oxygen, Donnie called out, "Oh, Livie?"

"Yes, Donnie?"

"You two should go down on each other."

Wide-eyed, she replied, "We do? Why?"

"Well you've done it before ..."

"Haven't!"

"Yes you have," he said, brushing her denial away like one would a bothersome fly.

"Darci, you hear him? He ... he's ..."

"We have done it, Livie. I don't know how he knows, but he does."

An exasperated, mortified Olivia demanded, "How ... how could you possibly know?"

Donnie smiled and caressed her shoulder reassuringly. "First, from the way you both were enthralled with our telling you about the girls from the other swim team."

"That ... that was a lie?"

"No, Olivia, it was perfectly true. Every word of it. But your interest told me that you just might lean in that direction."

"But ... but that didn't ..."

"No, but the way the two of you kissed and kept kissing did. It certainly wasn't the first time you two kissed.

"Fuck him," Darci said, raising her voice. Let's show him how it's done. Maybe then he'll eat a girl properly."

"I thank you both in advance for the instruction," Donnie replied. "I'm open to new ideas and always want to please my partner. Of course, you know that Liv, don't you?"

Olivia turned red as she realized that he had made her first time with a man a very memorable one. She nodded, and said, "We'll do it, and then you two can fuck us again."

"It would be our mutual pleasure to service the both of you," Donnie added and sat down on the bed with both of them.

Both girls found his words funny and laughed, leaving Dolph uncertain as to what was expected of him.

"Mmmmm," Olivia crooned eyeing Dolph's flaccid cock as it started to fill with blood in the initial phase of erecting.

'Show us how you warm one another up," Donnie suggested.

The girls gave him a knowing look and Darci began to toy with Olivia's distended nipples.

Startled by the sudden move, Olivia moaned. Darci immediately demonstrated that she was in charge by taking the Livie's chin in hand and turning her toward her, and then sending her tongue into Livie's mouth.

Olivia in turn cupped one of Darci's tits in her right hand and let the thumb tease the nipple to a ready point.

Dolph gently rubbed their backs, digging his hands into each girl's mane of hair to do so. Then he joined in their kiss, adding his tongue to form a three-way kiss that left Donnie stunned and feeling very left out of things.

Darci was the first to end the kiss. With heavy lidded eyes she beckoned to Donnie, who shook his head, no. "You two get it on. Dolph and I will watch. When we feel you're ready, we'll ask if you want us to join in."

"That's very gallant of you, kind sir," Darci said with a broad smile.

"Well I am a Southern gentleman, or at least I try to be, ma'am," he replied.

Darci groaned, "Mmmmm," and raised herself up so that she leaned over Olivia's cunt and lowered her mouth to it, running her tongue around Olivia's swollen, distended labia, and proceeded to tease her protruding clit as Olivia's hips gyrated against Darci's hungry mouth.

Moments later Darci sent two fingers into Olivia, using a stirring motion, only to pull them out and show remnants of cum clinging to her fingers to one and all.

Olivia started to laugh. "Wow, look at that! I think I may still be cumming."

"That's not you, that's Donnie," Darci giggled and sent the fingers back in and then out with even more semen adhering to her fingers.

"I'll probably be leaking his stuff for a week," Livie grinned happily. "Unless ..."

"Unless what," Darci asked.

"Unless you clean it out of me!" she shrieked through a nasty, downright filthy laugh.

Donnie intervened and carefully positioned Olivia above Darci's lust riddled face.

"Squat on her face baby; she'll eat you out like nobody's business."

Olivia lowered her twat toward Darci, who reacted by grabbing the other girl's hips and pulling her to her mouth then slammed her face into Olivia's cunt.

Both Donnie and Dolph felt their respective cocks rise to full-size watching Darci's tongue lifting Livie's folds with her tongue before sucking them into her mouth. As Olivia keened at the myriad sensations, a happily humming Darci drove her tongue deep inside her friend's cunt while Donnie sent his fingers--three of them--into Darci's swamp-like twat.

Seeking to hurry her orgasm along, Olivia sought out her clit, strumming it faster and faster. Then with an uncontrollable burst of energy, her hips thrust up and stiffened as a massive orgasm tore through her. Olivia's face bore a somewhat surprised expression, as if this climax had taken her completely off-guard.

Darci paused for a moment while assessing what was going on before her, and then gasped as Donnie's talented fingers brought her to the edge of a tumultuous orgasm and then tipped her over and into a sensational free fall when he sucked on her clitoris.

Darci's back arched involuntarily, pushing her hips forward and throwing her head back. Dolph moved in and took one of Darci's tender tits in his mouth and chewed eagerly on the nipple. He felt the pulsing beat of Darci's heart and knew it was the throbbing of her cunt brought on by Donnie's adroit manipulation of her clit.

Donnie continued fingering the girl until her orgasm subsided, and stopped only when she signaled that she'd had enough, then turned back to resume her attack on Olivia's frothy pussy. The next ten minutes were filled with the sounds of Darci's slurping at Olivia's cunt and Olivia's joyous shrieks as she climaxed over and over and over.

Finally with an aching jaw, Darci gave up, slapped her partner on the rump and wearily told her it was her turn.

Olivia was quite receptive to the sight of Darci's pussy hovering over her mouth and began by licking Darci's overly sensitive clit. Darci was squeezing her own breasts as Livie brought her off several times and would have continued but Darci rolled away begging for a moment to recover.

Olivia's oral tendencies were all aflame and when Dolph presented his throbbing erection to her didn't hesitate in the slightest before enveloping him down her throat.

Donnie waited patiently for several minutes for Darci to recover; and when Darci patted his groin, he pulled her into an embrace that resulted in a torrid kiss. He would later recall flavors that he hadn't sampled from her earlier. On an impulse, he sent several fingers into Darci's twat, pulled them out and examined them.

"I'll bet there are only my juices there. Am I right?" she quipped.

"Livie cleaned you out, Darci," Donnie sheepishly admitted.

"Boy did she ever. That girl has a vacuum for a mouth," she glanced over Livie sucking furiously on Dolph's member that seemed to prove her point before breaking into a gale of raucous laughter.

Moments later, Dolph and Olivia left the bed and made their way over to the couch in the living room. Olivia raised a leg up and rested it on the top of the couch, presenting her gaping cunt to the world, but mostly to Dolph who looked at it in awe. Her other leg remained on the floor as he mounted her and buried himself inside her.

"Ready for that fuck I promised you?" Donnie asked Darci.

"Yes!" she groaned happily and presented her cunt to him. Donnie's cock steamed into her and she squealed loudly with each successive thrust. Moments later, Darci was rubbing her clit as he pounded relentlessly into her.

"Gawd! Oh, Gawd! I never thought ...!" Darci groaned, contorting her mottled face as she twisted and turned trying to attain the perfect release. 

"Thought what?" Donnie asked, pausing in mid-thrust.

"That sex would be this good. I mean--I knew it was good--but this is beyond what I'd imagined."

He laughed and picked up the pace as she whimpered and pleaded for him to finish from beneath Donnie's sweat-soaked body.

She came at least two more times before he spurted into and collapsed--all his energy drained away. Darci's body had red blotches all over it. Her ass was covered with bruises and handprints. Olivia hadn't fared much better. Her lipstick was smeared from her nose to the bottom of her chin and like Darci, her complexion was splotched and her lovely ass was creased with wrinkles from being pressed into the couch as well as covered with red welts from being smacked.

Everyone was sexually sated and admitted it.

Donnie recommended the girls shower before departing, and then drove them to their dormitory and saw them safely inside before returning to his home and not the dorm where Dolph was already sound asleep.



Sensualist Pt. 02 Ch. 02



Kimmie's Strange Request

Note - Illustrated version available on request

Donnie was shaking the last droplets of water from his goggles before putting them away until the next practice. The shouts of various coaches and smattering of a few friendly students, mainly short-skirted, or yoga panted sorority girls taking pictures of the school's Speedo clad men, were scattered about the roughly 2000 seats reverberating off the high walls and ceiling of the spacious natatorium.

He and Dolph had just come from the practice pool, having showered and dressed for their usual meal, pizza at a nearby pizzeria, when Kimmie Thomas, a sophomore diver, intercepted them and asked if she could speak to Donnie privately.

Kimmie was a member of the diving team; a flat-chested, short-haired redhead with a very nice ass, but a face that unfortunately only a mother could love--or so Donnie thought at first. Donnie glanced at Dolph, who raised his eyebrows quizzically, and asked him to excuse them for a moment, and took Kimmie to a couple seats offering them a semblance of privacy from the few people in the vicinity.

Kimmie's problem was acne and freckles, and she had her own ideas about how he could help the acne problem. It took her three attempts to get the problem and her perceived solution out. Donnie being a gentleman listened to her request without laughing.

Once Kimmie was certain she had his attention and was out of earshot from Dolph, she whispered, "Um, this is kind of embarrassing." she said. Donnie nodded back at her trying to appear sagely, as a professor he had was wont to do when listening to a student.

"I--um, have this facial thing going on..."

She meant the red blotches that seemed everywhere; her face, neck and shoulders. He had already noticed several boil -like pustules on her back while she was coming out of the pool after a dive, and admittedly felt some sympathy for her plight.

"Yes?" Donnie said, hoping to draw additional information out of her.

"I feel so stupid asking you ..."

"You've already stopped me. So stupid or not, and I won't think less of you if it really is dumb," Donnie said. What he meant and what she thought he meant were two distinctly different things. Donnie meant it wouldn't matter as he thought next to nothing about her already. She took it to mean that he was there for her regardless of how stupid her request might be.

"Yes...well... you have a kind of reputation..."

"I do? Is that good or bad?" he asked with a smile.

"Um, a reputation with the girls..."

Girls ... what girl's? They may have seen me with Nikita, he thought, but that alone wasn't cause to give one a reputation ... was it?

Donnie wanted to laugh out loud, but couldn't, for it would hurt her in more ways than one, and he had no intention of hurting her as she'd done nothing to him but ask for help.

Kimmie was still prattling on. "Mostly good ... what I mean is all the girls think you're hot, you know? " She said with a rush. When Donnie didn't say anything, she added, "Um, all the girls on the swimming and diving teams can't stop talking about you."

This meant that Darci and Olivia had been talking out of school. Mentally kicking himself, Donnie thought, I should have known better, after all I practice with them almost daily, and girls do talk, especially about sex.

The question now was this good or bad news? He realized he had to listen carefully to what Kimmie had to say, and did.

"I'm flattered, Kimmie, but I have no idea where you're going with this."

Kimmie looked flustered. "I don't know how to say it..."

"Spit it out and we can take it from there, Kimmie."

"Okay, okay! First off, I'm a virgin, and to tell the truth I'm scared shitless of you and your reputation. But--but I'm desperate so I'm gonna ask you ..."

Once again, Kimmie appeared to have run out of words. Suddenly she took a deep breath and allowed her desperate situation push out her plight.

"I--I've led a very sheltered life. And--and when I showed early promise as a diver my parents practically smothered me with attention; so much so that I didn't date--not at all. You may not believe it but ... I'm a virgin. And--and I want to stay one until my wedding night. I've only kissed one guy ...Georgie Taylor when playing Post Office in High School."

"No intimacies at all?" Donnie asked somewhat incredulously.

"Umm, there was that one sleepover with the girls that included some hanky-panky with one of them, but I'm not gonna say anymore about that. I still can't believe we did what we did."

Wondering if she wanted him to take her virginity, Donnie decided to help her. "Kimmie ... I appreciate you're telling me all this, but what is it you want to ask of me?"

Kimmie had an extremely pained expression on her face, and knowing it was difficult for her to say, Donnie steeled himself against laughing at her request, however silly it might be.

"Would--would you please ... cum on my face!"

"What?" Donnie said in a low, but firm voice, not wanting Dolph or the entire campus to hear him.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry for asking you, but--but It's--it's for my facial problem--you know blemishes and the like."

There it was out in the open, and he had no idea how to respond to her. Donnie took a long moment to formulate his next words.

Her eyes were wide and filled with fear.

"Who told you that?" Donnie asked with a straight face.

"Cissy and Mary-Jo swear its true! Mary-Jo says it helped her and she has the smoothest facial skin ever!"

"And you want me to give you some of mine?"

"Yes!" Kimmie was the kind of girl who ended almost every sentence with an exclamation point.

"I've never had anyone ask me this before, Kimmie ..."

Kimmie interrupted him. She had a prepared speech and went right into it. "I now have it on good authority that a man's sperm will alleviate those acids that cause acne. That enough sperm rubbed into a girl's face will give her skin as smooth as a baby's..."

She left off at that point.

"Would Mary-Jo be that authority?"

"Yes and no. They showed me an article from Cosmo that validated everything they'd told me!"

Donnie concluded that her so-called friends had read the article and planed the prank accordingly. He decided to help her as much as possible, if for no other reason than to make Mary-Jo and Cissy feel foolish.

"Let me get this right, Kimmie. You are a virgin."

Her head nodded vigorously.

"You want to remain so, but you do want me to ejaculate on you?"

"Yes--yes, on my face!"

"On your face," he repeated, sounding dubious.

She continued nodding.

"How would you want this to happen?" It seemed the appropriate question, and her answer caught him off guard.

"I can blow you, or maybe a handjob ... just so you cum on my face."

"When?"

"As soon as possible."

"And if it doesn't do the job you think it will?"

"I don't know...I might kill myself," Kimmie said morosely.

"No, no! We don't want that! We don't even want to think about that. Are we in agreement on that, Kimmie?"

"I guess...I'm only twenty. I have a life to live, with or without the blemishes."

"All right, we can do it now, or as soon as possible. Let me tell Dolph that I'll meet him later, and we'll go to my place."

A frightened look crossed her face. Donnie wondered had the mention of 'my place' caused it?

He hastened to assure her there was nothing to fear about his place, that it would afford them the privacy needed to accomplish their objective and then make them presentable to the outside world.

"Oh," she said, "when you put it that way it sounds reasonable. It's just that I've never been to a guy's place before."

In a few words as possible, he told Dolph that he would meet him in an hour's time and join him for a couple beers. Then Donnie took Kimmie's arm and walked to his car. She got in and they were off.

"We can't have sex," Kimmie said four times on the way. Hey, President Clinton had said essentially the very same thing about his Lewinsky blowjob, hadn't he? Donnie thought, but kept it to himself; who was he to argue?

They walked into Donnie's house and Kimmie was astonished. "My place is nothing like this!

"This isn't my dorm, Kimmie." Donnie told her. "I actually live here. I own the house. I have money and decided to buy a place rather than live in a dorm."

"But isn't that against the rules?"

"Yes and no. I do have a dorm. You saw me telling my roommate I'd join him later."

"Dolph is your roomie?"

"Yes, he's my roomie."

"Oh ..."

"Shall we get started?"

"Yeah, lets ... um, what do I need to do?"

"I think you should remove the top and your bra."

"But I leave my shorts on, right?"

"You can if you want too."

"Oh, I want too. I'm not taking any chances with..."

"Your virginity," he said finishing her sentence.

"Yeah," she said, nodding as she pulled off her top and unclasped her bra.

Kimmie's breasts were smallish, but there was enough for Donnie to play with. She wasn't as boyish as some of the swimmers and divers appeared to be.

Her nipples quickly hardened and she wanted to cover them with her hands, but he prevented her from doing it by holding her hands in mine. "You want something from me; I get something from you--fair enough?"

"Um, yeah, fair enough."

"You have a lovely body, Kimmie," he said, more to reassure her than as a pure compliment, but he meant it and she seemed to take it that way.

"Can--can I see it? You know ... your penis?"

"Yes, but I think we should kiss one another a couple of times to sort of set the mood."

"Mood ... what mood?"

"Kimmie, I need to be erect if I'm going to ejaculate on you. So we have to get me warmed up. I promise you ... no, I swear to you, I am not going to touch you down there." I was pointing to her pussy.

She nodded that she understood and closed her eyes.

Donnie maneuvered her body so that Kimmie was lying down on the couch. He slowly took off his soccer shorts and jockey's and stood over her. Her eyes remained closed.

"You can open your eyes now, Kimmie, but don't be frightened. My penis is out and you'll see it getting hard from my looking at your breasts and face.

"My face is all blotchy!"

"We're going to fix that aren't we?"

"I hope to God we do!" she said forlornly.

"I'm going to kiss you now, so get ready," he said, and she closed her eyes again and took a deep breath.

Donnie kissed her, just touching his lips to hers.

She sighed. He kissed her again, just slightly harder this time.

Kimmie moaned. Had she never been kissed before?

"I'm going to touch your breasts while I kiss you this time, Kimmie," Donnie whispered.

"Okay," she whispered back, and pursed her lips in anticipation.

He let a hand lightly glide over her left breast, then the right.

She moaned.

He kissed her and her mouth opened. Donnie never knew if it was voluntary or involuntary, and never asked her.

Then with the fingers of one hand circling her rigid nipple, he let his tongue enter her mouth. Kimmie moaned and her tongue greeted his with a savage intensity. The kiss grew passionate, almost more than Donnie thought possible from a girl as inexperienced as Kimmie was.

And when he tweaked her other nipple, her hand shot out, found his cock and squeezed it hard. When the kiss ended he kissed her again. This one lasted several minutes and by its end, Kimmie was a world class French Kisser.

"Wow!" she gasped after they separated. She still had his cock in her hand.

"So, you enjoyed the kissing?" he said.

"Oh, yes, very much ... I see what the girls mean about you."

"What's that?"

"Katie said you could put your shoes under her bed anytime."

"She did, did she?" he was trying to figure out just who Katie was. He needn't have bothered, Kimmie told him soon enough.

"She's the swimmer with the green hair."

"Ugh! Now he knew where not to put his shoes or any other personal items. Katie was a dawg, she out bulldogged the School's mascot. But Donnie made no comment about her to Kimmie, however.

"You're a pretty good kisser yourself, Kimmie."

"I am? I mean ... I never kissed anyone like that before."

"You have now, and there's no taking it back, is there?"

"I guess not," she said staring at my erection which was still in her hand.

"Is this the first time you've held a man's penis in your hand?"

"Yes ..." she said after a moment's hesitation. 

"It's much bigger than I imagined it would be. Does that go into a woman easily? I mean ... It certainly looks like it would be painful."

He ignored her question for the moment and suggested that she give it a nice smooch.

"Huh? What--kiss it?"

"Yes, that's what you need to do to get the desired effect."

"Oh ... all right, I guess."

She turned her face toward my dick and brought it to her lips and kissed it.

"C'mon, Kimmie, you can kiss better than that. I know you can!"

"Well, I never..." But she leaned in and opened her mouth and gobbled up most of the cockhead, and used her tongue much as she'd used it in his mouth earlier. Kimmie was unsure of herself, stopping and raising her head from his cock and asking "Is that good? And "Am I doing it right?"

Donnie smiled down at her, and to encourage her, asked that she suck it some and then lick it a little; and then to spit on it to make it nice and wet.

Kimmie did all of the above and more, demonstrating an aptitude for sucking cock. Donnie didn't have to warn her about her teeth, she didn't scrape him once; he was thoroughly enjoying her blowjob and played with her breasts while she sucked and gurgled away down there.

"Would you do me a favor, Kimmie and lick my balls?"

Removing him from her mouth, she gave him a quizzical look.

"Just for a little while, it helps to warm the sperm, and then you can finish sucking me."

She raised her eyebrows, questioning the request, but moved to his sacs taking each into her mouth and warmed them as requested. 

Then letting the wet sacs fall into the palm of her hand, she plucked his cock out of the air and brought it back to her mouth, saying, "This isn't as bad as I thought it would be," and resumed her blow job.

As his climax approached, Donnie took his dick out of her mouth and straddled her waist.

"What are you doing?" she asked nervously.

"Get ready for your facial," he replied, starting to jerk himself off. Feeling the familiar sensation just prior to the rush of ejaculating, Donnie moved so that he was now kneeling on either side of her breasts.

Kimmie closed her eyes, then opened them, obviously wanting to see my sperm as it cannoned into her face. "Better watch your eyes," Donnie warned. "You don't want this stuff getting in them."

Kimmie closed her eyes and kept them closed until after he'd finished. But that was still split seconds away. The first line of cum landed on the middle of her forehead, with some splattering into her hair. The second caught the bridge of her nose, and as her mouth was half open, some of that dribbled into her mouth. He made a mental note to ask her how it tasted afterward, but just then launched a third volley that caromed off her chin and trickled down to her neck.

Kimmie's eyes opened as the fourth and last jet spurted from the magical eye of his dick, striking her upper and lower lips. He was already rubbing a stray glob into her chest as she took in what had actually happened to her.

"OH!" she gasped in awe of what she saw. "It's hotter than I thought it would be ... sticky too," and licking her lips she told Donnie that it had a kind of sweet taste to it.

He handed her a small mirror, and she looked at her face and laughed as she began rubbing the sperm into her face.

"How do you feel, Kimmie?"

"Oh ... I feel ... dirty."

"You are covered with my sperm, so that fits," He said.

She giggled and feeling somewhat more confident added, "I feel kinda sluttish too."

Donnie laughed and tapped her nose with the tip of his penis. "Take that my slut!"

They laughed, and she admitted that at some point she'd gotten very turned on.

"Did you cum, Kimmie?"

"No I didn't. But I had a very good feeling ... you know, down there."

Donnie nodded in understanding, and said, "I will honor your wanting to retain your virginity, but I would like to repay you for a lovely blowjob."

"Huh? What do you mean?" Kimmie said, obviously alarmed at what he'd said.

"Let me phrase if differently. Would you like another donation of facial cream?"

"Sure, but you just came."

"Allow me the pleasure of going down on you, returning the favor, so to speak. That will make me hard again and you can masturbate me to another ejaculation. How does that sound?"

"You promised you wouldn't ..."

"And I won't. I won't penetrate you vaginally. But I'll lick you to a nice cum that you'll remember for years."

"I don't know ..."

"I promise you I won't use my penis. I'll only use my mouth. I won't use my finger either. I swear to God."

"I don't think I could take it ... I'm already so hot for it," her eyes beseeched me not to pressure her further.

Donnie had an idea and broached it to her. "What if I licked your ass instead?"

"What?"

"I said what if I licked your ass instead? That would leave your virginity intact, right?"

"My ass?"

"Yes, haven't you heard of anal?"

"Yes, but that's another virginal orifice!"

"I'm not putting this in there!" he said, pointing to his semi-tumescent penis.

"I'm talking about going down on you back there. It's called rimming, and it's extremely pleasurable."

Her eyes told him he'd won her over. She stood up and nonchalantly wriggled out of her shorts, then peeled her panties off and stood nude before him.

"No penetration with that!" she said, pointing to Donnie's dangling participle.

His eyes darted from her smallish breasts to the soft, neatly trimmed light-rust triangle of curls tapering to a 'V' at her lower abdomen. She made absolutely no effort to hide anything from his view. On the contrary, he thought she kind of enjoyed showing her secret body parts off to him.

Donnie was intrigued with the fact that her cunt slit was quite obvious through the rust colored thatch of pubic hair.

"But you do want the rim job?" he inquired just to hear her say the yes word.

"Yes ..." She replied meekly.

"Keep one leg on the floor and put the other on the couch cushion; good, now rise up a bit, that's good right there. Lean forward so I can get my head on the couch and you can sort of sit on my face."

Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure." 

"Like this? " She whispered in a childish voice.

"Yes, just like that," he responded.

Donnie loved her nakedness. His erection was already throbbing, wanting to slide into her someplace, but that was not going to happen unless Kimmie asked him too.

Follow Follow for more actionHe leaned slightly forward, his chest scraping Kimmie's hip. "You have the loveliest ass, Kimmie, absolutely perfect!"

"You're not just saying that?"

"No, I mean it!" and to prove it, he placed his palms over each of the twin hemispheres and gently squeezed her pure white flesh. 

"Well that certainly FEELS good!" she purred, relaxing for the first time.

He laughed and leaned a little further in order to plant a kiss on the upper left buttock while sensuously running his fingernails all over Kimmie's ass.

Kimmie hissed loudly, between her teeth. "Oh, that feels nice!"

Donnie noted the goosebumps rising along the alabaster surface.

"I'm warming you up," he laughed, running the tips of his fingers in a straight line inside the crack of Kimmie's buttocks, all the way down to the anal region. For the moment, however, he remained away from her asshole.

Anal foreplay with some of his previous conquests had taught Donnie to go slowly back there as it was the key to extracting every ounce of sexual excitement and rendering a victim willing rather than reluctant when he did pounce.




Sensualist Pt. 02 Ch. 02



Kimmie's breathing became more labored as Donnie played tunes along the inside of her ass crack. "I hope you're not too modest," he whispered, I'm going to get intimate with you back there in a moment.

Kimmie remained mute, and he moved in for the kill, using thumbs mostly, he pried apart the two cheeks, exposing the pink, round anal button for the first time.

"I've never felt so exposed," Kimmie said, feeling his eyes on her most private area. 

"Relax," Donnie whispered."

"I don't feel right, you know? I mean, your face is so close to me."

"Okay then," Donnie said, "lay down on the carpet. Kimmie lay face down on the carpet and waited for his next command. She was perpendicular to the couch, her head almost touching its base. Donnie got into a semi-crouch--like a catcher in a baseball game--over her backside, and then slowly brought his knees down on each side of her ribs. 

"Open those legs, Kimmie!"

She quickly complied, baring the length of her rusty pubic hairs just over the top of her cunt to him from behind. In doing so, her cuntal lips parted stickily, exposing the soft pinkness of her slit. Her vaginal entrance was quite moist, providing ample evidence that the anticipation of her anal involvement with him was a real turn-on for her.

"Raise your ass up!" 

Kimmie obliged once more, poking the hemispheres upward, providing a prominent display of smooth, white flesh. 

Donnie caught the compliant Kimmie completely off guard when he smacked her right cheek with his hand.

'SMACK!'

Kimmie screamed out, "OUCH! That hurt!" and reflexively lowered her abdomen until it was once again flush with the floor. Immediately, a red blush appeared where the hand had met her flesh.

"It's supposed to," he told her, knowing full well that the straddling position over Kimmie's back prevented her from easily escaping any further blows.

"Get that ass back up there!"

Without a word of protest, Kimmie presented her tail bone once more, knowing that he was about to deliver another slap. She was right--this time Donnie walloped the other unmarked globe, rippling the surface of the ass all the way to the top of her thigh.

"AHHHHHH!" Kimmie screamed, but, quite surprisingly, kept her backside in its upturned state, an apparent indication that she was not opposed to receiving more of the same. Donnie's fingerprints were clearly marked on the soft, smooth skin of Kimmie's ass.

He looked down at the reddened buttocks and waited for a few moments, studying the buns and the condition he had put on them, allowing the pain and the tingling to subside. 

"How does your ass feel?" he asked.

"It's tingling all over!" Kimmie blurted.

"But it feels kind of good, doesn't it?"

Kimmie gulped. "Y-yes, sort of," she replied.

"Do you want some more?"

He could almost see her mind racing as she sifted through a host of responses to the question. She could suggest, politely, that she had had enough. She could tell him to go on and risk the consequences of more pain and, perhaps, humiliation. After all, she was getting spanked on her bare bottom by a man, her legs spread wide, exposing even the inside of her virginal sex.

Finally, she answered the question with one of her own. "Will it hurt very much?"

"A little," he replied in a soft, honest tone. "It's supposed to."

As he replied, Donnie began scratching the surface of Kimmie's dimpled cheeks with his fingernails, exciting the flesh beneath. Kimmie shivered at the touch. 

"I--I thought you were going to do something else. You said you were going to ..."

'SMACK!'

Donnie waited, Kimmie didn't speak for a long moment, and then she said, "It--it's okay. I don't mind it so much, not really."

He hadn't anticipated that Kimmie would enjoy the spanking--at least not at this early stage. It occurred to him that perhaps there was a lot more to the girl than he had given her credit for. She had come to him with an idiotic request--seeking his sperm to clear her acne riven face, and here he was, spanking her ass.

Without replying to her, Donnie dug his fingers into the opulent flesh of each cheek, opening the crack once more, exposing the pink button which he regarded as his eventual target. This was but the "warm-up" to the coup de gras to come.

"I like the way your skin ripples when I spank it." He whispered to her, leaving the cheeks spread for a moment longer as he continued to visually examine the exposed anal region. When he allowed the cheeks bounce back into place, Donnie knew that Kimmie was about to receive a bit more than she had bargained for and raised a hand over his shoulder before swatting her, lighting a fire on the exposed flesh as it struck with a vengeance. 

"OUCHIE!" Kimmie yelped as the searing pain bit into her backside. "I'm a bad girl, but not THAT bad!"

"I'll decide how bad you are," Donnie replied, for the first time breathing hard. Still, he didn't want her to break away and end the session and so he resorted to the pleasurable aspect of treatment and began massaging Kimmie's reddened globes by slowly kneading his fingers into their pliant but firm flesh as one might handle putty or clay. 

Kimmie actually began to purr as he continued the massage along the backs of Kimmie's delicately textured thighs.

Donnie kept the massage going for several minutes, without speaking, working the entire buttocks and the tops of her legs with a smooth precision. 

"Now THAT'S better!" Kimmie squealed happily, apparently having forgotten or forgiven the hard slaps recently applied to her lovely ass.

Purposely, he allowed the massaging fingers to curl around Kimmie's lower ass cheeks for the briefest of seconds gradually opening the cleft there to expose her pink rosebud. 

In time, Kimmie's breathing became more labored; his kneading fingers gave her a sexual glow she hadn't had earlier. Almost imperceptibly, Donnie moved ever closer, placing his hands between her tightly closed legs.

With almost no urging on his part, Kimmie's legs parted.

"You really have quite an athletic body, Kimmie."

"Ummm," she murmured in reply.

"Actually you're quite beautiful," he added, abandoning the legs in their half-parted state and returning his manipulations to the reddened ass cheeks. Kimmie's position allowed a few of the curls of the back of her pussy to peek out from between the 'V' of her legs.

He alternated between massaging Kimmie's buttocks and lightly scratching the flesh with his fingernails, causing Kimmie to begin moaning once more. The moans were his signal that his plan was working. 

Donnie's hands moved subtlety to the insides of her thighs. It was time to go for broke.

He ran the index fingers of each hand along the sides of her exposed pussy lips, pressing softly into the pouting flesh. Kimmie moaned again. The fingers continued moving--into her cuntal crack, slowly parting the labia and obscenely exposing the very moist vaginal entrance and the engorged clitoral hood.

It was a dangerous move to be sure, for Kimmie placed a high value on her virginity, and Donnie had given his word to leave her intact. Yet here she was, seemingly transfixed, her modesty a thing of the past.

He sent two into the pink divide, easing them right into the naturally lubricated cuntal opening. 

Kimmie gasped out loud as she felt the fingers enter her. 

"It's like a lake!" Donnie exclaimed, moving his fingers back and forth inside Kimmie's canal. The slurping sound that they both heard was ample evidence that Kimmie was past the point of no return. Her moans were now loud and prolonged.

He withdrew the glistening fingers and brought them to his mouth. Kimmie watched incredulously as he greedily sucked the cum-laden digits, tasting her pungent juices on his tongue. When he took the fingers from his mouth, He looked back down at the twin spheres beneath me and croaked, "Open that ass for me!"

Kimmie unhesitatingly offered her upturned cheeks to him.

"Higher!" He said sternly, and the poor girl arched her back even more, raising her abdomen well off the carpet, poking her ass out smartly. 

"That's my bad girl," Donnie said soothingly.

"Are you going to spank me some more?"

"Yes, but I want you to reach back and open yourself first."

Donnie knew that he was in complete control of Kimmie even as he felt her hands working between her legs and coming to rest on still glowing ass cheeks. Boldly, Kimmie pried her own flesh apart, exposing the tiny button.

He pounced on her immediately, giving her no time to call the mission off. His face was planted inside her parted buns and a moment later his mouth was against her pliant flesh licking then kissing the crinkly rosebud. Kimmie screamed out, as if a jolt of lightning had struck her; and he worked his tongue into the puckered opening.

Almost as soon as he'd begun, Donnie straightened up and ordered Kimmie to move her hands away from her ass. As soon as she complied, he drove a hard slap onto the exposed flesh. Kimmie cried out in pain. He laughed silently and pried the lower ass cheeks apart once more, drove his face between her splayed globes, and sent his tongue into the nether portal again.

The time Kimmie's moan was longer and louder; and her toes were beating against the carpet.

He lingered longer at the opening this time, rimming the rosebud to his heart's delight. Reluctantly, he straightened up again and drove several more stinging spanks upon the completely reddened ass, causing Kimmie to emit shrill cries of pain and pleasure.

Donnie continued to alternate the spankings and the lickings, increasing the length of his rimming each time, and increasing the number of hard, cracking slaps with each new round. Kimmie was now beside herself, making animalistic sounds from deep inside her throat, breathing tremulously. It was obvious when her dam broke. Donnie saw the clear cum squirting out of her, puddling on the carpet between her widely spread legs as the orgasm took control of her entire spasming body.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" she cried, straightening her legs out and shaking them violently as a few more streams of cum spewed out of her pussy.

He know there had to be a smug look on his face, for he was full of satisfaction at having both kept his word and yet having stolen her virginity in a way in which he was certain Kimmie had never imagined.

There was now a look of sexual want on Kimmie's cum smeared face, and Donnie knew she would never, ever forget this moment.

He glanced down at himself, saw the throbbing erection that now ached for release, and called Kimmie's attention to it, saying, "It's time to suck me again."

And having successfully removed every inhibition Kimmie may have had in the last few minutes, she did exactly that.

When it was over, they both stood up, naked and sweating, and embraced, breast to breast. Kimmie looked at him, red-faced, and satisfied. But there was still a look of sexual desire written across her face. She planted her buttocks on the couch, then raised her feet off the floor and brought those, as well, to the cushion. The effect was to utterly expose her sex.

She looked down between her own spread legs to the still solid member between Donnie's legs. "You can fuck me if you want too. I want you to have my cherry, not some Johnny-come-lately with a ring and a proposal.

She paused and gave me a pleading look. "So ... can you do me?" 

Donnie couldn't recall hearing a woman ask for it like that before. 

"Yes, Kimmie, I'd be proud to fuck you properly. But since I need some time to recuperate, would you mind terribly if I went down on that lovely pussy first?" With hands on her knees, he looked up at her face and smiled at her, then lowered his own face into her waiting lap. 

Donnie's hands slithered from her knees to her smooth thighs as he inhaled her arousal. He stuck his tongue out and ran it up her slit a few times, picking up the pungent juices that were collecting there. Kimmie wriggled a bit and let out a soft moan, which only served to encourage him. Pulling her to the edge of the bed, he focused his tonguing on her clit and slipped a finger into her, found her hymen and backed away then reentered. Her pussy was slick and wet, fitting snugly around his finger as he pumped it in and out in the limited space available to him without threatening breaking her hymen. With his other hand, he was spreading her lips away from her engorged clit as he lapped at it. 

Kimmie was reserved at first, but the more he worked on her pussy, the louder she got. She was also squirming like crazy, pushing her ass up off the couch while running her fingers through his hair and squeezing her tits. 

Donnie tried sucking her clit and Kimmie about went through the roof, so he added that to his repertoire. He didn't try slipping another finger into her, because she was so snug, but it didn't really appear as though she would be missing out on anything. As he was sliding one finger in and out, he alternated between licking and sucking her clit. 

Kimmie, using her feet on the floor for leverage was thrusting her hips upward at his face while holding the back of his head, Finally, with her ass up off the bed, Kimmie tensed and let out a loud cry and collapsed back onto the sheets. She shuddered a couple of times as Donnie continued to lick and finger her, and then she was still. 

Donnie gazed down at his work. His saliva and her juices covered most of her mons. There was a string of semen between her breasts that ran down to her navel. But most of all there was an air of satisfaction about her. And despite her request, he had not taken her virginity. 

In the back of his mind, Donnie knew she would tell the other divers and perhaps the female swimmer as well of what they had done.

He was not wrong in this. The girls who had put Kimmie up to asking for the cum facial were aghast that she'd requested it of him; and when in two weeks time Kimmie's blotches miraculously cleared up, the girls put him up on a pedestal not unlike that of a rock star.

They were all flirting with him during and after practice and especially on the subsequent road trips, so much so that the coaches made it a point to tell Donnie if he was found to be involved with any members of the girls swim or diving team--and they underlined any--he was off the team.

Apparently the coaches had told the girls essentially the same thing: Kimmie made a point of stopping by Donnie's house one night and tearfully told him she couldn't see him again. He wished her well, and told her there were no hard feelings on his part and gave her a farewell kiss and a pat on the ass that had her wanting to tear her clothing off. But he kissed her chastely and sent her on her way after complimenting her smooth facial features.



Sensualist Pt. 02 Ch. 03



Tales of Nikita's Nipples – Meeting Nina

As it happened, Nikita and Don became a regular thing, with Don taking care not to initiate any sex until after swimming practice ended. That meant after eight-thirty each night. He used the mornings and evenings between practice and classes to study. He managed to find time to eat and was then free to fuck his brains out with the captivating, and most interesting woman he ever met, Nikita.

For example, during their third get-together at her place, he spent an inordinate amount of time teasing her nipples, which were the longest he'd ever seen. He noticed that her arousal level soared when toying with them and after they'd finished a rousing fuck, asked her point-blank what had caused her to get so excited.

"Why do you ask, Don?"

"I'm naturally curious about what makes you tick, and you've asked me several questions about my cock and how I use it, so ..."

"Can you be more specific, Don?"

"Um, yeah, I guess it's that I've noticed how long your nipples are and that when I play with them for a time you seem to get really hot."

Apparently Nikita felt the question was reasonable enough and began a fairly lengthy tale.

"I married at eighteen, Don. Thad was twenty-seven. He was hard to resist–-tall, good looking, muscular with wavy blond hair and a great smile–-great teeth and the most sensual lips of any man I've met until you came along.

"Did he have a big dick?" Don inquired, concerned with his competition.

"Yes, but not as big as yours.

Donald had learned that women, as a rule, never, except possibly in anger, belittle their lover's penis. In fact they will go to great lengths to complement his appendage. It probably saves many relationships.

It was our third date, you know, the one where the girl usually puts out for the guy.

Don nodded, but said nothing. 

So I expected him to make a move at some point, but we'd had dinner and gone to a movie and now we were back at his apartment. After some banal conversation, he asked me if I felt like a massage.

I liked the idea, and also felt that it would probably open the door to sex. Admittedly, I wanted him. I had wanted him from the first, but a girl has to follow certain scripted rules–-right?

Once again Don nodded and left it at that.

"We were sitting on his couch and he began opening the buttons on my blouse. I was even more excited when he asked me to stand in front of him, and did so as he took the blouse off, leaving me in a black lace bra, pencil skirt and shiny black pumps. An all too familiar electric energy began flowing though my body and I got wetter by the minute.

"Um, let me see you play with your cock, Don. It will help me tell the story."

Don shook the cock from his boxers and slowly stroked it. It was hard as steel in seconds.

"Umm, that's nice, very nice... Umm, where was I? Oh, now I remember, I was wondering what he would do next? He started running his hands over my arms until I was shivering from his touches. Then he walked me over to a straight-backed chair and had me sit down. I wasn't a virgin but I had only been to bed with one guy previously, and so wasn't quite sure of myself, or him. I mean, I was in his apartment, why weren't we getting into his bed?

"He took out a silk scarf and after reassuring me that being tied up and blindfolded heightens one's senses, blindfolded me. I began squirming in the chair and started to protest when he began tying my hands behind my back, but he shushed me and I went quiet.

I almost orgasmed when he removed my bra; I found the entire thing extremely exciting and my nipples stiffened revealing it to him. Oh he knew it, or must have known it, for he was all over my tits after that–-stroking, caressing each breast in its entirety. I don't think he missed an inch of tit-flesh, but for some reason he avoided the nipples.

It wasn't long before I began to crave his touch on them. I mean, why wasn't he touching or plucking at them? ________________________________________

It took a great deal of willpower for Donnie to mentally sedate his penis; needless to say, he refrained from touching it, and began doing multiplication tables in his head. But that proved to be a problem of a different sort, for then he was unable to listen capably to Nikita's story. 

Donnie got up and went to the refrigerator, filled a glass with ice and stuck his erection into the ice. That helped–-for a time. Nikita was still rambling about her future husband's strange foreplay when he resumed sitting next to her on the bed. 

Nikita laughed at him but motioned for him to continue, then whispered, "I want to feel that cold cock in me when I'm finished," and then went on with the story.

"Thad took his sweet time, but finally got to them, and I went wild. Normally, like most women, my areola are pebbled around the nipple itself–-but that night for the first time the pebbled area felt as if it was on fire–-a fire that went right to my sexual center.

I was moaning and begging him to fuck me the first time he pinched a nipple.

The sensations I experienced was exhilarating and dizzying at the same time. I didn't realize it then, but I had already soaked the seat of the chair I was sitting on as well as my panties and skirt. The juices must have been pouring out of me!

"Soon he went from gently tugging and pulling my nipples to twisting them and pulling roughly on them. He yanked and twisted then yanked some more, flicking them with his fingers while I gasped and moaned in the slippery chair. And before you ask, yes it hurt. But it was a delightful pain, mixed with orgasmic sensations. It was as if I was cumming without actually cumming, but at the very edge of it, if you can understand what I'm saying."

"Yes, I believe I understand what you're saying, Nikita. Going right up to the brim of the cup, so to speak, and then stopping short of overflowing it."

"Yes, that's a good approximation of what was happening to me."

"Then what happened? Did you finally cum?"

"Let me tell it in my own way, please."

Nikita glanced at him and then his lap and laughed, "Oh, look at your cock! Is it turning blue? I've heard of guys getting blue balls, but never ... Oh that's too funny!" and she started laughing at Don's predicament. 

He joined in and then they were laughing like two loonies until they couldn't stand to laugh any more.

After composing herself, she took Donnie's cock in her hand and examined it. I've never seen so much precum, Donnie. "I mean, look at the friggin' ice cubes ... did you cum on them?"

"NO!" he protested vehemently, "NO I DID NOT!"

"Not yet anyway," Nikita said, but couldn't contain a fake snicker of derision. "Were you going to cum?"

"I'm close," he admitted.

"Try to hold off. Get some more ice on that pole of yours so I can finish the story, which if you recall, you asked me to tell. I'm pretty horny myself, so I'll hurry it up. We should have a nice fuck after, you think?"

"Yes, I think we will–-quick, but good."

"You'd better not cum," Nikita said sternly and then returned to her story. Thad finally put his mouth to them, sucking and nibbling like a starving goldfish. I came hard the second his teeth bit my nipple. 

Oh, it was an exquisite feeling–-yes there was that sharp pain, but a split second after it–-just as my brain took note of the sudden ache, a wave of pleasure swept over me and kick-started my orgasm.

I should mention that his nibbles were not at all gentle. Oh, no! There was a wicked cruelty to it–-hard, firm bites pulling and stretching the delicate flesh.

Donnie was between heaven and hell trying to hold off on his ejaculation–-but knew he was losing the fight. Just then he saw that Nikita had begun playing with herself. Without trying to conceal it from him she had her palm pressed firmly against her cunt and slowly brought the length of her fingers down over her clit and outer labia before beginning all over again.

She shivered before speaking and opened her mouth in a wide O of satisfaction before picking up on her story. Strangely enough it bore great similarity to the present time and place.

"I began to moan from the exquisite pain and he told me to be quiet or he'd stop! Imagine that? He was hurting one of the most sensitive parts of my body and telling me to be quiet or he'd stop. Imagine that?

But when he left me there and walked away I found that I wanted him to continue in the most desperate way and begged him to continue, keeping my mouth shut when he returned to my side.

Suddenly I felt the cold sting of freezing metal on my freshly bitten nipples! I cried out in shock and heard him laughing. He asked me if I'd ever had my nipples clamped, and I told him I hadn't.

He reapplied the icy metal to each nipple again and my pussy was throbbing and gushing love juice. My panties were absolutely soaked. It was as if I'd pee'd my pants. He had put the clamps on each nipple and I hadn't felt it, well, I don't recall feeling anything but jolts of pleasure. 

Seconds later he presented me with a tumultuous orgasm, hiking up my skirt, he pushed my panties to the side and fingered me, paying extra attention to my clit while brushing the fingers of his other hand over the nipple clamps. I started to cum and couldn't stop!

It was thrilling. It was the most marvelous feeling! I didn't want it to end and it seemed like I was getting my wish. I was delirious with pleasure–-and then he tightened the clamps and lightning bolts of pain shot through my entire body. But just as the pain subsided, the pleasure rushed back in to fill the void. Then Thad would turn the clamps another bit and back came the pain. This went on and on and on. I loved it and became an instant devotee of bondage and submission.

Hiking up my skirt, he pushed aside my underwear and began to finger my clit while brushing his fingers across the clamps. The pain was intense and I could feel my poor, helpless buds swelling and hardening like I've never felt before in my life. Just when I thought I couldn't take any more, he pulled the clamps causing them to bite down even harder on my throbbing nipples. Making matters worse, at the same time, he continued rubbing my clit until I screamed with both the shock of pain and the shuddering orgasm that seemed to come out of nowhere to consume me. 

But he wasn't finished with me–-from out of nowhere he produced this–-this prickly metal wheel and rolled it over my flushed skin, concentrating the points over my aching nipples. Around and over my areolas and the tips of my nipples he rolled that devilish thing and I arched my back and bucked my hips to escape that horrible little device but it only made him laugh and continue his deviant torture. 

After a few minutes, he switched off, apparently disposing of the wheel in the rumpled sheets of the bed to start anew with the metal clamps on my poor nips. This time, after one more tightening twist, he moved his hand and although I whimpered miserably begging him to stop, he only laughed and promised me the moon and all the stars in the heavens. 

I managed a deep breath and then another before wave after wave of pain rocketed through my nipples–-directly to my clit and I came and came and came with such intensity I thought my heart was going to explode.

Donnie, unable to contain himself any longer, announced that he was going to cum.

"ON MY TITS! ON MY TITS!" Nikita yelled.

Donnie managed to direct the first rope of sperm directly on her right breast and the second almost caught the left breast center on. Both nipples were covered with his ejaculate.

Nikita appeared very pleased with the outcome–-and rubbing herself off with a hand that became a blur, came quickly too. 

Then with one hand still rubbing against her sex, she brought the other to her breasts and rubbed Donnie's sperm into her breasts and then had him torture her nipples.

That's exactly what she croaked out, still masturbating, trying valiantly for another visceral climax. "Torture them!"

He pounced on them, slapping them and roughly pulling and stretching one nipple after the other while she bit her lip and kept masturbating; now with three, then four fingers jammed into her sodden cunt. 

Several minutes passed before she reached her climax, and when she did, Donnie found himself hard again. He was only eighteen, going on nineteen and so it didn't surprise him at all. But Nikita who had hopped from the bed to procure her vibrator did, and when Donnie heard it start to hum he went at her nipples with a vengeance he hadn't known he had in him.

Nikita was screaming with pain and pleasure as Donnie tortured her poor nips, biting them and actually chewing on one until she admonished him, saying, "I need that, don't bite it off!"

Donnie would later swear her clit appeared to swell in size as the vibrator teased it and he resumed slapping her tits, first the right, then the left, occasionally leaning in and biting one and all the while that vibrator hummed away at her dripping pussy.

Then with a tremulous lurch of her pelvis, Nikita threw her head back with a squeal of delight as she reached her sought after climax and tossed the vibrator on the floor.

At this point Donnie needed relief as well, and without a word mounted Nikita, still in the throes of her climax, and sent his pulsing cock into her deepest depths, fucking her with wild abandon, pinning her arms behind her with one hand while pumped relentlessly in and out of her; all the while pulling and pinching her soft flesh and the pebbled tips of her nipples as she squealed and shuddered beneath him.

Sometime later, while they sat on the carpeted floor, glasses of chilled white wine in hands that twined around one another laughing as he pointed to the cum from their coupling still shining wetly on her breasts and belly, Nikita finished her story.

"That was my first experience with a sadistic yet sensual nipple torturer...and I've been hooked ever since." 

"Why did the two of you break up?"

She took a sip of her wine, and then another before answering. "That's a story for another time, darling. Yes, another time. Now, how are you getting along with the college girls?"

Nina, a Georgia Peach

"Funny you should ask me that," he said with a grin. "I mean, with my enrolling in classes, practicing with the swimming team and traipsing around Athens with you ..."

"You call what we're doing –- traipsing?" Nikita asked teasingly.

"Well, you know what I mean," he waved a hand dismissively. "Anyway, Other than the girls on the team and you, of course, there hasn't been any time for, shall I say, female companionship."

"But nevertheless you found some," Nikita laughed.

"Let's just say she found me."

"Well do tell, I love sordid stories, Donnie baby. But do you mean the ladies are preying on you, wanting to ravish that lovely body of yours?"

It was his turn to laugh. "I dunno, Nikita. You be the judge. Here's what happened.

"Her name's Nina, a sophomore here at U G. I was meandering around the campus and had stopped at a café just off the main quad, ordered a coffee and sat down at an unoccupied booth.

"Hi," a female voice said from behind my left ear. 

Turning, with a smile on my face, I replied, 

"Hello to you too."

Nina was startlingly attractive, with red hair and blue eyes; as I recall she was wearing a white t-shirt with a pink trim and a funny face on the front along with tight cutoff jeans that flowed around her sexy hips, and tanned perfect legs of a girl who could melt the frozen loins of an octogenarian. 

"I'm Nina," she said, introducing herself.

"Now although she was very attractive, I think it was her forthrightness that captured my attention just then."

"Oh ho," Nikita laughed and not her boobs?"

"Ahhh, yes that too. They filled the aforementioned t-shirt with pink trim and a funny face; but I already knew that she'd mistaken me for someone else and was trying to figure out how not to spoil what might be a good thing."

Nikita laughed knowingly, and said, "You men ... impossible!"

Donnie waited for Nikita to finish and then added, "Anyway I nodded and otherwise kept my mouth shut, hoping she'd reveal more information like where we were going–-I assumed it was a date–-but of course, got that wrong."

"She–-that is, Nina straightened me out by asking: You're the math tutor, right?"

"Since I am a brilliant student and highly proficient in math, I simply nodded again."

"Um, I'm sorry, but I seem to have forgotten your name," she said.

"Please, call me Donnie, everyone else does."

She gave me an odd look, probably because that name didn't jar her memory, but sat down next to me, saying: "Funny, I thought your name was different."

"It's Donald, but I prefer Donnie." While taking a moment to thank my brain for helping me keep my mouth shut at the appropriate times.

"Oh," she said, as if that explained everything. 

"Well I do need help with this math exam I have on Tuesday."

"Did you bring the text?" I inquired innocently, while taking in the lovely pair of breasts when she glanced around us as if expecting someone else to show up any minute, then caught me staring. 

I have no idea why, but that seemed to put her at ease, informing me that she was used to being looked at and liked it.

"Well, Donnie ... I do need help, but this isn't the place for it."

"What did you have in mind," I allowed a beat and a half to go by before adding, "Nina?"

Flashing a winsome smile, Nina told me that she was house-sitting over the weekend and asked if I thought that might provide a better atmosphere for serious study.

"Sounds perfect to me, Nina; shall we take your car or mine?"

"What are you driving, Donnie?"

That told me she might just be a status seeker as well as needing tutoring in Math. "My Camaro convertible," I said, with special emphasis on the 'My'. It's the red one out front."

"Oh, I saw it!" she said. "Very nice, Donnie, let's take yours. Can you put the top down?"

I could and did, glancing occasionally at her face and the red hair that continued to whip around it while she ignored it.

As I drove I thought about her need for tutoring on 'her' exam, and concluded Nina was worried about a pre mid-term exam. 

As we approached the house in question, she finally asked the right question of me. "You're a senior, right, Donnie?"

"Yes, I'm a senior," I told her, not bothering to mention it was high school that I was talking about and not college.

"Do you mind if I ask you a personal question, then?" 

"No, go ahead." I was curious where this was going and didn't want to do or say anything to disrupt matters. I felt I was perfectly capable of helping her with her exam, having aced every test I'd ever taken, and knowing that my tutors and instructors were of the highest caliber available.

"Here we are," Nina chirped as we came upon a large two-story home that had to cost around a million or more. 

"Just leave the car in the driveway. I don't have the remote with me."

I parked and we got out of the Camaro, with Nina opening her door before I could get around to her side to do it for her. My gallantry caused her to both blush and apologize. "I'm sorry ... most guys never ..."

"It's perfectly all right, Nina. I think you'll soon realize I'm not like most guys."

I saw the first glint of respect in her eyes as she measured me while I stood next to her awaiting her next move. She reached into her small purse and produced a key which she handed to me. "Would you do the honors, Donnie?"

I opened the front door and halted her progress. 

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Shall I carry you over the threshold?"

Nina laughed at the seemingly silly remark, and then simply said, "Yes, please."

I scooped her up in my arms, surprising her with my strength. "Oh, you're stronger than ..." 




Sensualist Pt. 02 Ch. 03



"I work out. 

"I believe it ... um, if you could put me down now?"

I was impressed with how well decorated the place was. I was especially taken with the art work on the walls. It had to have been originals and very valuable.

"You said you were house-sitting earlier. Who owns this place?"

"You won't believe me," she said with a wry smile.

"Try me."

"Okay, the governor owns it, but he stays mostly in Atlanta, at the governor's mansion."

"And how did you come to be picked as house-sitter?"

"I'm his niece."

"Oh..."

"So ..." she said after a brief silence, "Shall we use his office as our little study hall?"

"Sounds good to me," I said and followed her into the Governor's wood paneled study.

We set up our mini study hall with an easel, pad and magic marker for me and a pad and pencil for Nina.

I used her text book for examples of problems that she was having trouble with and after questioning her attendance, or rather critical classes missed, found several areas in which she was deficient. I demonstrated just what steps had been missed and how she might rectify things. 

Then I followed by having her solve several problems involving the missed formulas. Nina was an apt student. She understood the material and I had no doubt she would sail through the tests that awaited her.

Nina knew it too, and beamed at me before giving me a bear hug that provided an idea of what awaited me when I got to play with those big girls of hers.

All in all it had taken an hour and fifteen minutes, but we were both convinced she had conquered the flaw in her mathematical aptitude. We celebrated by sampling the governor's 20 year old scotch and made general conversation. As we talked I walked around the expansive study examining the furnishings with a mind toward how I might furnish my own study.

A glance at Nina's bemused smile told me I was on to something, but what?

It took me a minute before I saw it–-it being a small dildo with a suction cup at its base. Said base was attached to the governor's middle desk drawer and protruded outward some five or six inches. 

Nina saw that I'd noticed the dildo and looked embarrassed. "Sorry, I should have put that away, but I couldn't break the suction without damaging the governor's desk..."

"That's all right," I said to reassure her, for it was perfectly all right with me. It served to bring us around to sexual conversation. Who knew where that might lead?

Nina stepped over to the desk and took hold of the dildo. "Does it shock you?" 

"I don't ..."

"You know what I mean, don't ya?" she asked, turning her face towards me, a radiant smile already on it. 

She wiped her red hair from her face and added, "It must seem that you've walked into the middle of a porno set. But you're actually in the Governor's home away from home."

I smiled at her and waited. There had to be more coming. But all she did was to try to wrest it loose again, but didn't succeed. 

"Don't," I said, "leave it, you'll be using it again and it probably takes some time to set it up just right."

Nina's reluctance showed on her face, but she nodded as her hand left the dildo, "You're right," she said then giggled. 

"It's pretty cool," I said and waited. I'd given her the opening to let things move forward, that is if she wanted it too. Nina bit her lower lip, choosing to remain quiet.

Taking the bull by its horns, I inquired, "You, umm, use it often?"

Her left hand dropped to her crotch and she absentmindedly rubbed her pussy through the cut-off jeans, and made a purring sound before actually answering rapidly. "Oh, yeah, I use it ... I'm a very horny girl, you know. Umm, you know, like guys jerk off, umm, maybe two or more times a day."

"Do you like to fuck as well?" I quipped thinking it would throw her off, but it didn't, for she came right back with: "Yes, as a matter of fact, I do like to fuck, don't you?"

"Yes, I do, Nina. But before we do, I'd like you to show me how you use that dildo of yours."

I don't think she heard me. At least her response indicated as much, for she promptly replied "You are experienced right? I mean, you've done it more than once?" 

She left it hanging there with a great big fat question mark. It took me a long moment before replying. "As a matter of fact, I have, and more than once."

"Oh, but with the same girl?"

"Well, yes, but with several others as well, and more than once with all of them."

"Oh? How do you mean?" 

"I mean the usual; we even added a few other sordid things to our sexual games."

"Sexual games? Ohhh, now that's interesting. It sounds so evil!" 

"Salacious maybe, evil ...no, I seriously doubt it."

We stared at each other for a moment, and then I told her that I was going to kiss her and did. Nina closed her eyes and pursed her lips, I kissed her properly. I could tell she felt it too, from the way she arched back against me and pressed her body against my hips.

I permitted my hands to roam her body as the kiss went on. Over and under her top. There's something exhilarating about touching a woman under her clothes, a shared secret quite different from open nakedness. 

I released her mouth and she sucked in air while I continued exploring her body without any form of protest. I traced down the line of her spine, down to her tailbone, then around to her hip, pulling her against me as my other hand repeated the message.

"By the way," I murmured into her ear, "I love the top."

"What? Oh ... oh ..." 

"And now you owe me a proper demonstration of how you use that toy cock. So ... if you please?"

I'd confused her with the assumption that we were going to fuck and even more so by pressing her for a demonstration of how she used the dildo. 

It took a moment for her to compose herself as she considered the ramifications of mounting the dildo and masturbating with it while I watched.

"Umm, it's kinda weird, you know–-you're asking me that, but I mean, it's right there in the open. I can't deny its mine. You're a sexy looking guy and I admit I'd like to get it on with you ... so if you get naked so I can see you, I'll do it a little bit."

I was shucking my clothes off before she finished talking. Nina's eyes were sparkling as she saw my semi-hard erection.

"Oh boy, you've got a whopper! Umm, lemmie do something first, okay?" 

Without waiting for my consent or reply, she stuck what I later learned was a vibrating bullet into the toy then quickly shimmied her way out of the tight cut-offs, (No underwear) pointed her hips outwards and positioned herself over the dildo. 

"I should have wet it a little first," she said as her face turned red with what I took as embarrassment, but could just as easily have been from straining to get herself properly lubed up.

She leaned over and parted her outer labia with one hand while caressing the inner lips with the other. The glistening pink of Nina's inner labia was visible the entire length of her cleft. 

She ran a fingertip down the slit, smiled shyly at me then brought it briefly to her nose for a sniff. She offered the finger to me, but I smiled and declined, I would feast on her later, at the moment I was content to watch and stroke my twitching cock.

After a moment's hesitation, Nina returned the finger to her opening and thrust it in until most of it disappeared. "Oh, yeah!" she said huskily, and worked the finger in and out repeatedly.

I looked on, mesmerized as she added a second and then a third finger, easily accepting all of them, and then she used both hands to spread her nether lips so far apart that I caught a brief glimpse of her clitoris before she worked the humming dildo into her cunt.

Once inserted, I noticed the small pinky-like part of the dildo that apparently massaged the clit while the main portion of the shaft did the same inside her vagina. It occurred to me that the dildo was too short to make efficient contact with her g-spot, and I reminded myself to do just that when fingering and fucking her later.

Nina left off biting her lower lip to comment on my cock, saying, "It sure got a lot bigger didn't it?"

I nodded, but said nothing.

"I bet the girls love getting you in bed, huh?"

I decided speaking to her wouldn't hurt any and told her that I had had some success with the ladies.

"Mmmm, yeah ... I bet. Now this ... this feels soooo fuckin' good, you know?"

I nodded again and she smiled lewdly at me. I returned it with one of my own. She giggled evilly. "Yeah ... I bet you're a great lay!"

Her thumb replaced the dildo, rubbing lightly and slowly around her clit as her face twisted in pure pleasure. I saw her tense up, her breathing grew harsh and she uttered a long, deep groan and whispered rapidly, "Oh, yeah, baby ... that's it! Oh, oh, oh, OHHH, right there! Fuck–-fuck–-fuck–-yeah, right there!"

I admit to being fascinated and totally fixated in watching Nina's flushed face and equally flushed cunt. Nina worked the dildo out of her sex and sent a thumb into it. 

I had to squeeze my cock at its base to keep from ejaculating. But my eyes remained on Nina's thumb as it spread her juices up and over her clit and then reinserted the dildo while thrusting her hips rhythmically upward as her free hand gripped the edge of the desk. 

"Oh, shit!" she crowed several times, dropping the remote control on the desk as she used both hands to clutch the edge of the desk to keep the dildo firmly inside her. 

Picking the remote up, I increased the speed several notches while adding pressure to the nipple I had between thumb and forefinger.

Nina's face wore a grimace and beads of sweat that had formed on her forehead were now trickling down her face, ruining her eye makeup, but she kept her cunt glued to the dildo, wanting more of the same.

She started to cum then, uttering a hoarse low moan quickly followed by a long, strained whimper. Her hips seemed to be pistoning against the desk, first up and down, then side to side. I turned the remote to its highest speed–-she grunted: "OH FUCK—OH FUCK! FUCK–FUCK, FUCK MEEEE!" like a fervent prayer at her release, and she slowly sank to her knees in front of me, jerking, groaning, dripping, spasming and altogether beautiful as she severed contact with the dildo. But continued fingering her wet gash until strength gone, she slowly collapsed to the floor, sated.

I followed her down, one arm around her bare shoulders, my other hand clasping my throbbing cock.

"That was spectacular, Nina," I whispered.

"Ohhhh," she husked, still trying to capture air in her lungs.

I lifted her T-shirt without saying a word, looked at the white bra with a lacy design supporting her C-cupped breasts before unhooking it and freeing her gorgeous mams. I feigned weighing them in the palms of my hands as I slowly worked on her breasts, avoiding the areolas and already stiffened nipples. 

It was time to fuck and we both knew it.

Nina reached forward and gently took my shaft in her hand. "The chair ... could you please sit down?" she murmured softly.

I did as she asked, and watched as Nina moved to the leather couch several feet away and plucked a pillow from it and tossed it at my feet before kneeling down on it. She leaned forward until her mouth was just at the head of my cock. 

I was moaning before she pressed her lips to the swollen head and slowly licked her way down the shaft to my balls and back before taking me in her mouth. She gave me a couple of nice warm sucks, and then pulled off.

"Damn, you've got the loveliest cock ever!" she said, looking me in the eye as she leaned in to swallow me again.

"That is soooo nice." I told her softly.

Nina looked up at me with sparkling eyes while her mouth was full of my throbbing member. 

Holding my eyes with hers, she slowly pushed her face down as far as she could and swallowed three quarters of my length, and held it there. I could feel the pressure from the back of her throat and marveled that she wasn't gagging or choking.

Then Nina pulled back slowly as if savoring every part of me releasing my cock with a soft pop.

"I'm glad you like it," She said, resting her head on the top of my thigh and stroking me with her hand. Her eyes were glued to my dick as she slowly worked her hand up and down. She giggled contentedly and after changing position, resumed sucking me more aggressively, as she strove to make me cum.

Nina definitely knew what she was doing, and once she made up her mind to finish me, she quickly succeeded.

I thought about warning her, but I figured she was a big girl and knew what she was getting into. She pulled most of my cock past her luscious lips, holding just the head inside while her hand pumped me dry into her warm accommodating mouth. 

She quickly swallowed the first load, and then sucked my cock clean. I never saw a drop of what felt like a huge release on my part.

"Whew! How long have you been saving that up?" 

She laughed, going back and giving me another quick suck, before she used my thighs to get to her feet.

"I'm glad you're pleased, and now I believe it's my turn," I said with a knowing smile.

"Really? Well then, this is my lucky day!" 

She picked up the pillow and put it on the desk behind her, then hopped up on the desk and spread her gorgeous legs apart. "Have at it, baby!" she chirped happily.

I laughed with her, for one thing I know is that when having casual sex one should have lots and lots of it. 

I slid my hands under Nina's buttocks and brought my face close to her cunt. She was a true redhead. Her pubic hair was dense and coarse over her mons, thinning a little around her labia. A thin line of tiny dark hairs descended from her navel until they merged with her tangled pubes. 

Her hands hung by her sides, fists clenching and unclenching as my fingers probed her slick opening. Her outer lips were wet and fully engorged. Her inner lips were soft and slippery wet. 

My fingertips traveled gently up and down her slit, discovering her beauty, while my eyes held hers–-dark and lust filled–-exploring another kind of beauty. I found her opening, followed the rim all the way around, then slowly pushed a finger inside her, encased in warmth and wetness. Her mouth fell open and she was panting now, her hands restlessly wandering.

"Put those hands on your breasts," I commanded. "Play with them." Then later, "Play with your nipples," and she did, sighing deeply, her nips puckering into what looked somewhat like asparagus tips. 

I pulled my finger out of her and suddenly the smell of her pussy filled the room. I still held her eyes with mine, except when hers drifted shut under a wave of pleasure. 

"Nina," I said, and her eyes opened. "I'm going to make you cum," I made certain that I spoke slowly and clearly so that she understood every word. 

"I'm going to make you cum with my tongue on your clit and my finger up your sweet ass. I'm going to make you cum in ways I haven't even thought of yet, and now I'm going to make you cum with my finger."

Staring down into my eyes, Nina's mouth twisted and she gave a long, quavering moan–-I had yet to touch her. Then I was sliding my slick, wet finger up her slit to rub lightly over her hooded clit. Next I slid my finger down, rubbing her clit the other way and repeating the motion. 

Suddenly she was gasping for air, her unfocused eyes staring wildly, straight ahead, but as I'd told her, she was still plucking and squeezing her breasts and nipples..

I increased my finger speed and suddenly she was cumming hard, crying out uncontrollably and humping the air above my thrusting fingers. I leaned over, put my free hand behind her neck, and kept my finger sliding up and down her slit and then I kissed her, mashing my mouth against hers.

The moment my mouth left hers it began: "Ah! Ah! Ah! AH! AH! AH! OHGOD, OHGOD, OHGOD!"

She stared at me wide-eyed as the power of her orgasm reverberated through her.

"You're not nearly done yet," I told her in a soft voice, and took hold of her nipples and pulled her up to a sitting position.

"Ugh!" she grunted but did not resist. Then with a hand in the small of her back I shoveled her from the desk to the floor, and then helped her trembling legs across the room to the leather couch. 

Nina grunted as I bent her over on all fours on the leather cushions and knelt behind her taking in the luscious sight of her fat pussy lips peeking out from between the tops of her thighs, just below her rust colored, puckered asshole. She gave me a nervous look over her shoulder as her heavy breasts swung like a pendulum keeping time. 

I rested most of my weight on the hand that gripped Nina's cunt. She seemed capable of bearing my weight and I used my thumb to circle her clit while working two and then three fingers in and out, spreading Nina wide and trying to scoop the juices out of her. 

When I got a substantial amount on the fingers, I shifted my position, brought the pads of my two longest fingers to her mouth and whispered, 

"Taste yourself!"

She did, and I couldn't help but smell her sex; both of us were covered with sweat and precum was seeping from the tip of my cock.

Switching tactics, I began slapping the palm of my hand against her mound fast enough that it sounded somewhat like applause. Nina made a keening sound and sighed as her body went limp. I stopped, wondering what had happened. I would later learn that this was called a 'cum coma.'

Her eye's fluttered then opened, "Wow! That was something else ... really it was ... awesome!"

"You came from the slapping?" I asked, puzzled by her actions.

"Mmmm, the fingering and then the slapping ... took me over again–-it was a terrific cum."

"Want another?"

"I–-I should reciprocate."

"I'm not ready," I lied. I wanted to go down on her and make her cum several more times before fucking her. 

I wanted her unable to stand or walk when I finished with her.

I leaned in and kissed the flat of her neck. She moaned as her body stirred again.

I bit her neck, heard her croak, "Oh fuck!" then tongued her ear and earlobe. Nina shivered as I licked the earlobe then bit another portion of her neck.

"Christ you're good!" Nina cooed her voice husky with lust. She was taking deep breaths with a kind of rhythmic beat that I used in counterpoint while tugging on her nipple. 

I whispered sweet nothings to her while cupping a breast, my palm pressing against its flesh, making it shift, then once again plucking at the nipple while gently nibbling at her neck. The crook of my other hand returned to rubbing her clitoris, provoking a series of gasps and whimpers of delight.

Her juices have continued to flow–-clear, copious and coating the leather cushions on which we lay. 

Stifling a laugh that might have spoiled the moment for both of us, I bite her lower lip then send my tongue between them, tasting the residue of her juices remaining on them.

"OHHH, OHHHH!" Nina gasped as if suddenly shocked.

Almost immediately I shifted position so that my face was between her juice drenched cunt. I opened my mouth and covered it, like taking a big bite out of an apple or something. 

I didn't bite her though, not at all, I pushed my tongue between her blood engorged lips and suckled on them while her juices slowly filled my mouth.

Nina's wet pubic hair, now a tangled mess, tickled my face. I made my tongue stiff and wriggled it around. 

For her part, Nina had hold of my cock and with a muffled groan, stuffed it into her mouth and started to suck me off while grinding her sex against my face, urging me to get my tongue in deeper.

I was having difficulty breathing and switched from tonguing her cunt to licking her clit and fingering her snatch. Nina went rigid and I knew another orgasm was close. But some instinct told me to hold it at bay and go for something better.




Sensualist Pt. 02 Ch. 03



Prying my face away was difficult, for I wanted to make her cum, but that something compelled me to satisfy myself with just caressing the insides of her wet thighs.

Nina sighed deeply in disappointment, and a tiny frown creased her forehead as the heat between her legs began to fade. Her right arm lay on my left shoulder while her left hand gripped a corner of a pillow by her head. 

Lifting her right breast, I leaned over and took the nipple in my mouth, sucking lightly then tonguing it rapidly back and forth. Already half-erect, the nipple quickly stiffened. I nipped it lightly with my teeth and she gasped, expecting my attack on her cunt to resume.

I concentrated for a time on Nina's breast and nipple, caressing, squeezing, licking, sucking and sometimes taking delicate nips with my teeth. I watched her face and listened to her breathing, carefully noting what gave her the most pleasure.

Her groans, sighs and fingers digging into my shoulder told me about the waves of pleasure radiating from her rock-hard nipple and her sensitive, puckered areola. Then I repeated my slow assault on her other breast.

Soon she was moaning continuously–-a long, low croon of helpless excitement; her right hand gripped a handful of hair at the back of my head. Abandoning her stiffly protruding nipples I moved my hands back to her pussy and ass. 

Again I flattened my hand and lightly rubbed the whole area between her legs, massaging her slick labia, which caressed her hooded clitoris in turn. I pressed three fingers against the opening of her vagina, feeling her warmth but careful not to let them penetrate. My other hand slid up and down the crack of her ass, traveling slowly, occasionally teasing her juice slimmed asshole with a fingertip.

I moved slowly, letting Nina's arousal build higher and higher until she was close to another climax. Her moans of pleasure were growing louder, and she began thrusting her hips forward, seeking more pressure against her expectant clit. 

Her head lolled, sometimes forward, sometimes back and she began urging me on: "Yes–-Yes, come on–-so close–-so fucking close!"

Finally I began the end game, increasing the pressure of my palm against her pussy and speeding its ever so slight up and down movement. Nina tensed, knowing the explosion was coming, and her hip thrusts and grunts became as regular as those of a metronome. 

"OOOH ...OOOH ... OOOH!"

She threw her head back and crested with a prolonged moan of ecstasy, digging her fingers into my shoulder so hard I knew I'd have bruises. Her thighs quavered and her belly rumbled as the orgasm crested and rolled over her.

"OOOH FUCK! OOOH FUCK! OOOH FUCK!"

She muttered breathlessly, her hips jerking convulsively as she nearly fell from the leather couch. Her eyes were closed, her mouth slightly open, twisted with pleasure.

Seconds later, before Nina's climax could fade, I executed the coup de grâce. I continued rubbing her labia with the occasional homage to the clit–-now well out of its hooded hiding place–-while stealthily locating the center of the tiny rust colored 'O' between her ass cheeks. Then, without warning, I shoved my slimy juice laden middle finger in until it would go no further, forcing my way past that tight barrier and into the inner chamber of her anus.

With the realization of the deep penetration, Nina's eyes and mouth flew open with surprise; her muscular buttocks clamped down on my hand.

"NO!" was all she had time to say in protest before a fresh orgasm seized her whole body; this one even more powerful than the one before. 

Her hips jerked involuntarily, aiding the penetration of my finger; a long howl escaped her wide open mouth, and her entire body seemed to convulse as Nina simultaneously tried to thrust her pussy against my pressing hand while pulling away from the obscene penetration of virginal asshole. 

It was about then that I added four fingers, but not the thumb to her frothy cunt–-with the uppermost, being the index sliding across what one commonly calls the g-spot on both the in and out strokes.

Screaming with unbridled pleasure, Nina fell from the couch to the old oak flooring. Amazingly, my finger was still in her ass. I was quick to join her and returned my fingers to her sopping cunt in hopes of prolonging her climax.

And when my thumb began to prod and flick her engorged clit her neck arched backward, her breasts quivered from the shock waves slamming through her body and she emitted a series of "OOOH's" that shook the windows in the room.

We lay there on the floor for a time, several minutes at most, until Nina's moans trailed off and her muscles stopping gripping my fingers. Her body stopped convulsing and she lay slack, with only an occasional twitch to show she was alive. 

Finally, very slowly, I withdrew my fingers from her swampy cunt, and then just as gently slid my finger from the warmth of her ass, getting one last departing squeeze from her anus.

Nina sighed and whispered; "Now I know how it feels to die from pleasure." 

"I had one of my long lasting hardons and pounded her relentlessly. Nina came early and often, but not once did she ask me to stop. 

Finally I emptied my ball sacs into her and collapsed on her. We lay there, totally spent for at least ten minutes, with Nina's pussy clasping and releasing, clasping and releasing my cock, milking the last droplets of seed into her pussy. 

Then giving me a gentle push, Nina rolled me off of her and onto my back, crawling over me until reaching my groin and my cock, which she sucked into her mouth, swallowing its entirety as she savored the combination of flavors adhering to it. 

As she did this, I lifted Nina's leg up over my head so that her knees were each side of me and those freshly fucked pussy lips were puffed and swollen from the pounding they had just received; her hole gaped openly, revealing cum still dribbling out. 

It proved irresistible and I began to slurp on her gooey pussy, drinking the combined fluids and feeling Nina shudder as yet another orgasm gripped her.

Later as we dressed, I felt compelled to confess that I had taken advantage of her.

"I have a confession, Nina," I said, pulling on a sweat sock.

"What is it?" she replied, not really caring one way or the other now that she was totally satisfied.

"I'm not the math tutor you were meeting."

She laughed, not believing me. "You're kidding ... right?"

"No, you assumed I was, but I assure you that I did effectively teach you what you needed to know."

"You're really not the guy I was supposed to meet?"

"No, I'm not."

"Holy shit, I don't believe!"

"So, if you want, we can do some more studying ...or," and at this I pointed to my quickly rising shaft, "we can have another go at fucking."

"Gee," Nina laughed, "a real tough decision. She appeared to give it some thought before saying, "Then let's fuck!"

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"She must have worn you to a frazzle after that," Nikita laughed lewdly.

"She did her best, but I managed to get her to plead 'no more,' before I gave in to her."

"Still, she was the Governor's niece and all ... quite a conquest."

"She wasn't so much a conquest as a woman in heat. And you, my lovely Nikita, know all about that don't you?"

"Let me see that delicious cock of yours Donald, and be quick about it."

"Certainly my dear; and will you be licking my balls today? I do love that treatment."

"Shut up and fuck me you fool!"



Sensualist Pt. 02 Ch. 04



All sexual acts herein are between people 18 years of age, or older.

*****

Gaining Insight

Nikita came to Donnie's place after work, and moments after walking through the front door—left open for her—was caught from behind by Donnie's strong hands.

They kissed in the foyer, and his hands traversed her supple body while her hands clung to his neck and hair. Ending the kiss, he smugly inquired, 

"Have you seen the bedroom lately?"

"Oh, have you had a decorator in?"

"No, but I've mussed the sheets up just the way you like them."

"Well do let us go and see. I adore rumpled sheets with a manly odor to them."

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He stood majestically above her, staring into her deep brown eyes. There was no mistaking the wanton lust in those eyes and she knew he saw it there. Nikita's chest rose and fell rhythmically and her breath continued to quicken as she felt the sudden warmth radiating through her body and settling in her mons veneris.

Donnie's hand ventured under the short dress Nikita wore and went straight to her sex, encased in a pair of lace panties. His knowing fingers deftly parted her labia through the filmy material.

Feigning surprise, he said huskily, "Oooh, your panties are in the way; make that pussy wet for me, will you?" He stressed his request by pressing the damp lacy material between her folds and sopped up some of the juices already flowing freely from her sex.

Nikita wormed a hand into her panties and stirred her honey-pot for him, creating more in the way of free flowing juices.

"Good girl" he whispered softly, while running a hand through her luxurious dark brown hair and gathering it then pulling her head back slightly. 

"Look at me" he said calmly and firmly. 

Her eyes sparkled as they met his, and she felt his fingers moving her lacy undies to one side. He kissed her and the kiss lasted several minutes during which his fingers gently graze her unhooded clitoris and open her folds enough to accept his knowing finger inside.

An involuntary groan of pleasure followed by the flexing of her vaginal muscles around the finger signaled her desire for at the very least, another finger inside her. Donnie's middle finger slithered into her steaming cunt as Nikita closed her eyes and sighed with satisfaction.

Donnie as always, was impressed by the high sitting breasts and long turgid nipples thrusting against the flimsy material of her dress. He glanced down and saw his own erection jutting against the material of his slacks and smiled.

"Look at me." He said, and as Nikita's eyes opened she saw the way he was looking at her and moaned with want. Perhaps a full second elapsed before she began to hump his fingers, but then he used his free hand to hold her steady. 

"Stay still, Nikita." His words brought her humping to an end. He slowly extracted his fingers from her vagina and tapped them lightly against her swollen lips.

"Taste yourself, Darling."

Nikita ran her tongue over every part of the fingers in her mouth then sucked them until every particle of her juices vanished from the proffered fingers. 

At the mid-point of this activity, Nikita resumed humping the air as if searching for an invisible phallus.

Taking the fingers from her mouth, Donnie kissed her again; Nikita responded to it with a violent urgency signaling her need to have her cuntal cavity filled with his cock.

During the torrid kiss, Donnie worked her dress up over her hips, pulled on her panties until they filled the crack of her ass and began rubbing against her clit and cunt, intensifying her desire to be possessed by him.

"Donnie," she croaked, "put it in me!"

At this juncture in his young life, Donnie knew enough about women and their sexual desires to ignore the demand. He knew delaying her gratification would heighten her sensations and wring a more powerful orgasm from her than normal. 

It was such powerful orgasms that gave him a certain power over women. He was well aware of it and patiently continued with what he referred to as 'prepping the patient' much as a surgeon in an operating theatre might.

In fact, he took great pride in his sexual approach with each and every female he fucked. For instance, here with Nikita who was obviously ready for him, he slowed his pace and contented himself with priming Nikita by squeezing each breast thoroughly before and after plucking them from the scooped neckline of her dress. 

To his way of thinking they reminded him of an exotic twin dessert waiting for him to dip into them with a spoon. When he told Nikita this, she burst out laughing, delighted with his 'vision' of her twins.

She began moaning non-stop when he started to chew on her elongated nipples, bringing Nikita to the cusp of a tumultuous orgasm.

"Bite the fuckers! I love it! Oooh--ooooh--ooooh!" She crowed sensing her release nearing.

He obliged her--he almost always did so, except when he had other ideas in mind that suited him better. 

This time he felt that a sharp yank on her hair might enhance the sensations a little more, and as he accommodated her in biting down on each nipple, he also pulled suddenly on her hair sending a sharp pain throughout her system countering the pleasure she was receiving from his munching on her well tortured buds.

And as he was wont to do with each conquest, Donnie added additional confusion to her senses by kissing the pulsing vein on her neck, driving her wilder with want and need.

Finally they were skin against skin at the foot of the bed, arms wrapped about each other's backs. Nikita's head rested just above his chest and she kissed the hollow above his collarbone, inhaling the barest scent of a faraway forest, dark and wild. No novice in sexual matters, she decided to take the lead in their coupling and slid her right leg up to the outer side of his left, felt his hardness pulse against her thigh. 

Donnie sighed and turned his head down to nuzzle and lick at her neck, animal like, making her shiver. He moved his hands to her shoulders, and turned to growl-whisper in her ear. "Get out of the dress and onto your knees!" 

He tempered the rough edge of his words by gently pushing her with one hand and pulling with the other to turn her around. Nikita resisted for a moment, just to let him know she could then capitulate, letting her shoulder and arm brush against his chest and stomach as she positioned herself accordingly. 

In the process she was unable to resist letting a hand encounter his hard cock and giving it a not-so-gentle squeeze.

Now she faced the bed, with him behind. His hands moved from her shoulders to her breasts caressing then squeezing and pinching the still very sensitive nipples. Moaning, Nikita placed one knee on the mattress and slowly, seductively, crawled onto the bed, making sure Donnie caught several eyefuls as she moved to the center then looked back over her shoulder with half-lidded eyes. 

"I'm still here," he said with a lecherous smile that made her shudder.

He cupped the cheeks of her ass with his hands, caressing them with a familiarity that brought memories of orgasms past flooding back to her.

He too, was recalling previous couplings with her and noting the glisten of moisture at the junction of her legs had to restrain himself from leaping upon her like a starving beast. 

Patience—anticipation-sweet torture ... thoughts ran through both their minds just then. 

Donnie moved closer and Nikita turned away as the bed shifted on absorbing his weight. She held her breath; felt the mattress pushed down between her slightly parted knees. 

Nikita's body jerked involuntarily at his hot touch as his hands stroked up her legs paused to lightly tickle behind each knee before moving on--but not before letting her feel the tip of his member, fat and hard pressing against her mons.

Two could play this game Nikita thought, and pushed forward, her splayed opening kissing his cockhead, until he growled--a combination of aggression and humor in the guttural sound. 

Retaliating, Donnie thrust and pulled on her in one punctuated motion, burying himself almost all the way inside her with one shove. Now it was Nikita's turn to let out a cross between a grunt and a growl, which turned into a deep purring exhalation as he withdrew for two long seconds then sank back in his full length, opening her to his heat and urgency. 

He was wise enough to hold her tight, pulling her to him then pushing forward as their comingled heat swallowed them both. 

In a handful of heartbeats, Donnie's hips were rhythmically slapping into Nikita's rump as he thrust into her from behind. His hands stayed possessively on her hips, holding and guiding her where he wanted--pulling and pushing if she made to break free, or interfere with his stroke. 

Nikita exalted in the varied angles of his thrusts; in the heat radiating off him both within her and behind her. She exalted in the strength of his hands, knowing she couldn't get away from him if she tried--not that she would. Off in the distance she heard herself, moaning, groaning hissing and cursing--all sounds of arousal that she was all too familiar with.

A newer form of arousal to her was his persistence in discovering her secret spots--those particular places that sent her sexual stimulation soaring. 

He had just found a new one--his hand snaked from just below her ribcage rested briefly on her belly, and then made a series of small circles there. His other hand followed from the opposite side, venturing much lower, lingering over her mons before a finger glossed over her engorged clit causing Nikita to jerk upward. 

Almost immediately another finger slipped in and out of her moistened cleft, causing her to hump back although her motions were somewhat contained by his thigh which impeded her overall movement.

Nikita turned her head as if to look over her shoulder, only to meet his face--his nose nuzzled her ear as his hands abandoned her lower extremities to cup and fondle both breasts. Nikita's excitement soared as Donnie rolled her oh so sensitive nipples in his expert fingers. 

It crossed her mind that he seemed to know exactly how to turn her on and keep her turned on.

With a low growl that sent shivers up and down her spine, Donnie pulled her up until her back pressed against his solid, sweaty chest. Nikita's hands left the mattress, to feel his hands on her hips then to move almost in disbelief to the hands that were massaging her breasts. He's everywhere--how the fuck...?

Donnie sensed her emotions roiling, but held off their consummation a little longer. It will sweeten her climax and mine as well, he told himself as his tongue tasted the edge of fear, even panic, in the sweat of her neck--but only the edge. She did not recoil, nor did she grip him any tighter--except inside where a vice of wet heat squeezed his errant fingers when they returned to dip again into her aperture of bliss.

He was convinced her passion matched his own for her hot breath, heavy and labored, blew across his neck and ear; and her teeth grazed his earlobe, but didn't bite.

He reciprocated, licking her neck with a hot, wet tongue; growling while telling her how good she tasted and how good her tits felt; leaving her breathless with want. Half formed questions and protests left her lips as unintelligible mewls and cries. By this point her thighs were repeatedly squeezing him and his carnal accoutrement swelled in response.

Nikita took him in and together they allowed a rip current of desire to take them under.

The pleasure coursing through Nikita's body electrified. On one level, it was like nothing she'd ever felt before. On another level, the ecstasy didn't matter at all. Nothing mattered but the peace and tranquility of the moment. And yet his heat, touch, scent, taste, sounds, filled her senses. She felt it rising in flesh and spirit, readying to ignite. She was too far gone now. 

So was he. Donnie was breathing harder, snorting and panting like a beast. Nikita felt the throb of his heartbeat against her back - and in the pulsing of his cock inside her. He shook with exertion, but held her firmly. He was waiting for her. And then, tight against him, she was cumming, crying out with each deep thrust, pulled and teased and kneaded and held. Her inner muscles clamped hard around him, and he answered her cries with a snarl of his own as he drove through her contractions harder and hotter.

A kaleidoscope of vivid colors blinded her and she burst! 

Donnie didn't stop until his own completion erupted within Nikita, buried to the hilt, her hips pulled back tight against him as he emptied deep into her, his clenched teeth against the skin of her neck allowing only animal sounds to escape.

He held her firmly, but gently, until he was through. Then his powerful hands released her, lowering her sweat-drenched body to the sheets. He sank down next to her, panting and Nikita timidly turned to face him, uncertain of what she would see. Her hands, shaking just a little, travelled up his chest to his left shoulder and arm and she fell asleep. Perhaps a minute or two later Donnie joined her and they slept for more than two hours.

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They played a silly game on awakening--she would attempt to suck him off without using her hands in any way, shape, or form.

"Let's see if we can make it happen," Donnie said, and Nikita promptly maneuvered his flaccid penis onto her outstretched tongue and began her fellation. 

When Nikita raised her eyes to look up at his face, Donnie made a series of silly faces designed to make her laugh.

Nikita gurgled and laughed, finally spitting his penis from her mouth to declare: "Don't make me laugh, I might choke to death when you cum."

After she resumed blowing him, Donnie gently pushed at her head, felt her ears, her tits, and her cunt as she in turn sucked him harder; even resorted to putting a finger in his ass. When it went in with ease, she added a second and then a third. She resolved to query him about that after finishing him off. In the meantime she fingered him as he would have fingered her cunt and found him pulsing more rapidly in her mouth.

Yet he failed to ejaculate, and this left her puzzled and concerned. She used her free hand to remove him from her mouth and asked him if anything was wrong. She had never found him in a state of impotence and wondered if it had finally caught up with him. But he's much too young, she told herself.

"Nothing's wrong, you're doing great," he told her.

She seemed baffled by the fact that she'd been sucking his cock for quite a while and he had yet to cum. "I never had anyone last this long before," she said. "Are you sure you're not ..."

"Impotent?"

She hesitated before replying. "Yeah, impotent!"

"I assure you I'll cum when I'm ready. You're doing a fantastic job giving me head."

"I want you to cum in my mouth, you know that, right?"

"I do, Nikita, and I'll make you a deal; after I do, I'm going to rest for about fifteen minutes, during which time I'll eat you to a climax and then I'll fuck you silly."

Reassured, Nikita giggled then said, "I like you, I really do." She began playing with his balls and fingering his ass. "Umm, don't take this the wrong way, but how is it that I had no trouble getting three fingers in here?"

Donnie laughed and said, "One of my ladies had this thing about using a strap-on. She maintained that turn about was fair if I was going to fuck her anally. Of course she said it after I'd plundered her asshole."

"And you let her?" Nikita said dubiously.

"Why not?" he answered. Then laughing at her, he added, "I'm usually open to new experiences. Then again, that particular experience has helped me no end in analizing several women since ... umm, with no complaint from any of them."

Regarding him with new found interest, Nikita said, "Very enlightening, Donald. Soooo let me share something with you. Sometimes I cum from sucking a nice cock."

"Do you think I've got a nice one?"

"Yeah, you do."

"Let's see if we can make it happen," he said, and Nikita placed his still erect joy knob gently on her outstretched tongue and renewed her blowjob. 

This time he made a point of concentrating on cumming, and when it happened, his ejaculate filled her mouth, and even though she swallowed as much as she could, a good part dripped out on to her chin and even her tits. 

Laughing, Nikita smeared it all over her face and then licked the rest from her fingers. Her other hand went to her cunt, rubbing it until she came with a quivering shudder and fell against him.

Donnie picked her up and carried her into the shower. She remained passive except for refusing to release his sexual truncheon as he washed her and then washed himself. 

Later, after ordering and devouring a large sized pizza, they had a leisurely fuck, after which Donnie asked Nikita to tell him a few things about her sexual history.

"Well, I remember my first blowjob, Sweetie," she said. "I remember how silky smooth his penis was; how his semen ran down my hands onto my tits, and I was lost in the taste of his skin. When he came I tied to capture it. It was like a fountain. It scared me, but even with my heart trembling, I sucked it into my lips, and kissed him back. He was happy, he was shaking too."

Have you had many cocks in that lovely mouth?" he inquired as he toyed with her left nipple.

"Not all that many, but I do love holding a hot cock in my hands," she said with a lewd grin. Donnie couldn't help but pull her in for a long, mushy kiss. 

When it ended, Nikita bounded from the bed, and stood at its foot and issued a challenge. "I bet you can't catch me and smack my ass with that pillow," she said pointing at the pillow I happened to be holding.

"No," I responded. "But if it's a bet you want, how about we kiss. I mean, just kiss, for say, thirty minutes. No touching the other except for, say ... face, head and mouth?"

"What about our bodies?" 

"Um, let's say they can touch anyway possible without using the hands."

"Okay, so when do we start?"

"Right after I smack your ass with this pillow!"

SMACK!

"Oh you!" Nikita shrieked and then they kissed, with Donnie holding her face in both hands. 

Nikita used her hands to hold his head. After several minutes he had to slap her hand away from his neck, but otherwise they held the kiss a good ten minutes before breaking it to ask if she could suck his cock again.

Nikita couldn't believe it when he denied her that privilege, but curved her body into his, and they spooned that way for a time with Donnie taking care to rub his knee against her center of the senses while pushing an elbow into her right breast. 

In fact, he was going to end the contest and fuck her when she suddenly grabbed his hand and brought it to her mouth and sucked two fingers into it.

"You lose!" he shouted gleefully.

"You said my mouth could do anything."

"No I didn't. I said, face, head and mouth."

Pouting like a six-year-old denied her dolly; Nikita surprised him by starting to giggle and then kissing my lips, neck, hair, cheeks, ears, tongue, nose, inner ear, and finally, the back of my head before kissing her way down my spine. I put a halt to her meandering kisses when she nipped at my left buttock, by yanking on her nipples with both hands.

Nikita laughed and said, "You won't let me cheat?"

"No I won't let you cheat."

He followed that by sucking her left nipple so hard she gasped: "I ... I could cum if you keep that up."

"You could cum if I do several other things to you too," he answered.

"Yeah ..."

"Feel me again, Nikita."

"Oh, my god! Already?"

"You like that?" 

"You're amazingly resilient, Donald."

"Wanna fuck ... again?"




Sensualist Pt. 02 Ch. 04



Baring her teeth, Nikita snarled, "Love too. I love you fucking me." She splayed her thighs and a moment later he was balls deep, her legs wrapped around him like a vise, pulling him deeper still, as hard as possible. 

As they rutted against one another his fist wrapped itself in her hair and he brought her throat to his mouth. She felt his teeth for the briefest moment, then just his tongue and lips leaving marks for her to hide the following day. She heard herself gasp as she sank her fingers into his hair, thick and slick; she could smell as well as feel their fuck sweat as it dripped down onto her.

"Tell me," he said, biting her nipple. "Tell me you like getting fucked; tell me you're a dirty fucking whore!"

The question was unexpected, and it unexpectedly excited her. Was it the word, the context of it, called a whore while fucking a man she had no business fucking? Did she feel like a whore? Did she want to?

"Right . . . there," she moaned as he dropped her ankles over his shoulders and slammed deeper into her. Nikita felt his balls slap her ass as he pulled her hands above her head and pinned her wrists to the bed. "Oh god yeah! Hard like that! Fuck me-fuck me-fuck me!"

"My whore!" he was two inches from her face now, making sure her eyes were open. "Are you? Are you my filthy whore?"

The rhythm slowed, she narrowed her eyes. "Fuck you," she said, without ever stopping, fucking as hard as she was being fucked.

"Listen to me, motherfucker," her hands reached down to feel his ass, the muscles hardening as he stroked, in then out. She clutched both hands full of ass cheek, nails biting into the skin. 

"I am not a whore, yours or any fucking body else's!"

He was surprised, but not taken aback, his stroke was hard and steady, in and out--in and out, with the barest of pauses, and then slamming back into her; filling her so much that it hurt to some extent.

"Do I like this? Do I like you fucking me? Oh hell yeah!" she told him without blinking. "Give to me harder--can you do that ... baby? 

CAN YOU ... DO THAT?"

In all probability it was his young age that caused Donnie to react to her sarcasm by showing her once and for all just who was in charge of their relationship.

It was, of course, a near fatal error on his part as he set out to prove to Nikita that he could do what she had just demanded of him by fucking her harder than she ever had been fucked before. And so, with her eyes challenging him, he fucked her relentlessly, calling upon all his athletic capabilities to attack her sexually thinking it would make her his whore simply by willing it by fucking her.

After exhausting them both, he stopped pounding away at her and kissed her. From the manner in which he sucked her tongue into his mouth, Nikita thought he was going to bite it, but surrendered to him, allowing him that privilege if he wanted it.

Ending the kiss abruptly, and without biting her tongue, Donnie lowered his mouth to her ear, "So, are you my whore?"

Nikita understood him and his desires more than he himself and acted accordingly. "Not the way you think I should be. But I am yours to love as long as you want me. Understand this my love, I am not a whore that you can lend to others. I am your whore to fuck and perhaps to share with another if--and I cannot emphasize that little word enough--if and only if I am willing to do so, but only under those conditions."

"But I am not a whore, I like being whorish, just like I am at the moment, but wanting to fuck you doesn't make me a whore. I do this for me, not you. I am here to cum, to lick and fuck and suck and to cum. I can be filthy and wanton. I might do things that appall you, or fascinate you, but I am not a whore, and I certainly don't belong to you."

Donnie's hand moved to her throat as he resumed fucking her again--and never taking his eyes off hers--he growled, "Oh, you're mine," he told her in no uncertain terms. It was the predator talking to its prey. "Whore or not, right now, for these precious moments, you belong to me. I call the shots here, I dominate you; I own you, even if only for just this time."

And he squeezed her throat, not hard enough to stop her breath while continuing their fuck--Nikita's hips moved in counterpoint to his and her heels dug deeply into his back and buttocks causing him to go even deeper into her.

"You tell me," he gasped as he continued his torrid fucking; "You don't belong to me. I tell you ..." his hand went to her cunt and wormed a finger in alongside his cock. "...this cunt isn't mine? It's mine and I'll tell you how I know it."

"How am I yours?" she snarled defiantly. "Tell me what makes it yours?"

"Because despite this so-called disagreement you haven't once stopped fucking me."

They lay quietly for about a minute as Nikita absorbed his words. It was Nikita who broke the silence that had grown louder and louder: "You haven't cum and I was so close before we stopped."

"Mmmm," Donnie murmured agreeably. "Let's finish and cuddle some." And they were off to the races like the greyhound chasing the mechanical rabbit.

Nikita tried to out-fuck him, clutching at his dick with her pussy, squeezing it as he pulled at her hair while pile driving his massive erection in and out of her like a man obsessed with one thing and one thing only--to compel his partner to cum before he did.

Fate intervened they came together and both were ever so grateful for its intervention. Anything else would have lessened the overall glow that both felt as they sank exhausted into the sheets soaked with their comingled sweat.

Later, recovered and fully composed, she called to him. "Not yours."

"Not now, my love. Only when I make it mine, only when I fuck you. Then there is no yours, it is all mine. Then you are mine. My pussy; my whore."

And then they were laughing at each other, and then with one another. A peaceful calm settled over the two of them filled with mutual respect.

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When it ended several minutes later, a playful Nikita bounded from the bed to stand at its foot and issued a challenge. "I bet you can't catch me and smack my ass with that pillow," she said, pointing at the pillow Donnie happened to be holding.

"No bet," he responded. "But if it's a bet you want, how about we kiss. I mean, just kiss, for say, thirty minutes. No touching the other except for, say ... face, head and mouth?"

"What about our bodies?" 

"Um, let's say they can touch anyway possible without using the hands."

"Okay, so when do we start?"

"Now!" And he kissed her, holding her face in both hands. Nikita used her hands to hold his head. After several minutes Donnie lightly slapped her hand away from his neck; but otherwise they held the kiss a good ten minutes before Nikita broke away to shyly ask if she could suck his cock.

She was surprised when he denied her request, but accepted it and curved her body into his, and he in turn snuggled into her taking care to rub his knee against her pussy then pushing an elbow into her right breast. It was his intention to end the contest and fuck her when she suddenly grabbed his hand and brought it to her mouth and sucked two of his fingers into it.

"You lost!" He shouted gleefully.

"You said my mouth could do anything."

"No I didn't. I said, face, head and mouth."

Pouting like a six-year-old denied her dolly; Nikita surprised him by starting to giggle and then kissing his lips, neck, hair, cheeks, ears, tongue, nose, inner ear, and finally, the back of his head before kissing her way down his spine.

He put a halt to her meandering kisses when she nipped at his left buttock, by yanking on her nipples with both hands.

Nikita laughed and said, "You won't let me cheat?"

"No I won't let you cheat."

Donnie followed that by sucking her left nipple so hard Nikita gasped: "I ... I could cum if you keep that up."

"You could cum if I do several other things to you too," he answered.

"Yeah ..."

"So tell me the first time you ever sucked a cock and what you thought."

"Hmmmm? You really want to know?"

"I asked, didn't I?"

"Maybe I shouldn't tell you." 

"I think you want to tell me if I promise not to get angry at you, and I promise I won't."

"You promise?"

"Promise." 

Nikita turned around on the bed and gave him a smirk. He knew her well enough to wait. To let her tell it in her own way. In the deeper recesses of his mind Donnie's thoughts dwelt upon other, darker secrets he might get her to reveal at a later time and how he might get her to reveal them.

Nikita made her lips form a perfect 'O' then slowly ran her pink tongue over both of them before speaking: "Of course I remember my first blowjob, Donnie. I remember how silky smooth his penis was; and when he came I tied to capture it, but it was like a fountain, his semen ran down my hands onto my tits, and I was already lost in the taste of his skin. It scared me, but even with my heart trembling, I licked it off of my lips and kissed him. He kissed me back. I would learn soon enough that some guys wanted no part of kissing after I'd blown them. Well, fuck them and their pricks too!"

"I am curious, Nikita. Have you had many cocks in that lovely mouth?" Donnie inquired as he toyed with her left nipple.

"You mean different ones?" she answered her own question before he could. "Not all that many. I do love holding a hot cock in my hands," she added with such a lewd grin that Donnie couldn't help but pull her in for a long, mushy kiss.

When it ended he whispered, "Tell me anyway you like. It's your story."

Nikita drew a deep breath and said: "I had just graduated high school. Oh, for the record I lost my virginity after a football practice my Senior Year. Anyway, jobs were hard to come by due to the recession; my Dad made a call or two on my behalf and my uncle Jeff, his brother, responded that he had an opening in his Realty office that I might find suitable. I should mention that I was to attend Mercer University in Macon and his place of business was Payne City, a small city in Bibb County completely surrounded by the city of Macon. Anyway in 2012 Payne was incorporated into Macon so you can see how close they were to one another."

"Yes, I do. Please continue."

"You really want to know? I haven't told anyone--I don't think--oh I've told a couple of people a little about him, but not that he was my uncle."

She made a face indicating that she thought having sex with a close relative reprehensible.

"I took a bus to Payne and was met by Uncle Jeff at the bus station. What can I say? He looked his age, but was in good shape, and tall, probably a little over six feet. What I considered important at the time was that he had all his hair. I don't know why I thought that way after all, he was my Uncle, you know?"

"Perhaps you already had the hots for him, or perhaps you were just horny and he was a male--an attractive one if I hear you correctly," Donnie suggested with no semblance of being critical in any sense.

"You have a good point there. I was horny and he was the only male around other than several sixtyish fat bald headed guys in the office.

"So there I was early one pleasant Sunday morning, a little apprehensive, curious, and horny, and there he was: looking his age, but fit, no paunch, smiling at me. 

"You have a bad sunburn I see," he said that day.

"Yes, I admitted and explained how I'd gotten it.

"Do you sun in the nude?" Uncle Jeff asked as if he were asking the time of day.

"I was at a loss as to how to answer him. On the one hand, I could lie, but would probably lead to another question and along the way I'd probably trip over one of my lies. On the other hand, I had heard oh so many times that the truth shall set you free, and so I opted for the truth.

"No I haven't."

"Oh," he replied, "You must try it. It's a wonderful experience."

"But I couldn't bring myself to expose myself like that, Uncle Jeff!"

He chuckled and smiled at me. "Why are you so self-conscious? You've a beautiful figure. That's quite evident from where I stand. And besides, where I'm talking about you'd be sunbathing all by yourself. No one, I repeat, no one will have any way to peek in on you. You'll be quite alone."

"His words resonated in my brain. Alone. Alone I could do. I harkened back to the onetime I'd lain outside by a pool and masturbated by reaching down into my bottoms and how exciting it had been with the possibility of being caught ever present.

Uncle Jeff gave me time to think about it before continuing. As I've already mentioned I was warming ... well, more than warming to the idea, but kept my mouth shut.

He smiled at me and said, "I've been where you are, Nikita. You may not believe it but as a teenager I was very shy and introverted. One summer my parents went to a nudist camp and took me along. I remember agonizing over the fact that people would see my skinny body --all of it! It took a day and a half for me to get used to it."

Nikita turned to face Donnie before going on. 

"He had me hooked by then. I had to know what happened and that's exactly what he wanted from me."

"It was an attractive, older woman" my uncle said, and stopped.

"What was? I inquired naively."

"How I lost my timidity about nudity and learned to love my body. She wasted no time in seducing me, and I wasted no time in falling in love--puppy love to be sure, but oh what a summer it was!"

Uncle Jeff took his time with me. I later learned that he had a penchant for younger women and pursued them constantly with amazing success. In my case he set the hook by planting the idea of sun bathing in the nude, but did not push it, leaving it to me to open that door. And I did!"

"When?" Donnie inquired.

"The day after I began working in his real estate office as receptionist. He insisted on rewarding me by taking me to his friend's home--the friend was in Europe on vacation--where there was a magnificent swimming pool. 

His timing was impeccable. I was just coming to accept the idea that being naked by a pool was entirely acceptable as long as there wasn't a crowd of people there.

"His concern for me was phony, of course, but at that tender age I didn't see it that way at all. I thought he was being considerate when he assured me we would have all the privacy one could possibly want.

"You don't have to. Don't think you have to," he added, cementing my resolve to do it.

"I know, thank you. But I want to, Uncle Jeff."

Suddenly I began to laugh, just had to, and said: "I'm never going to be able tell anyone this am I?" 

He laughed with me, pure nervous release. When we had caught our breath, grinning at each other, he replied: "I hope not, if you mean it that way?" 

"I didn't get his meaning until afterward, but by then it was too late. Much too late."

Donnie was reveling in how open Nikita was being with him about her early experiences, he decided to tell her whatever she wanted to know about him that he hadn't already shared.

Nikita continued with her story: "In dressing to go to the pool I remember wearing a summer dress, no bra--my first time since puberty going without one. I got hotter and hotter as my tits jounced and bounced without the usual support. I had no idea how to control them. I mean it was as if they had minds of their own and were dead set on seducing Uncle Jeff, although I hadn't admitted to myself it was on my mind as well.

"We stopped for brunch on the way. He ordered a bottle of champagne. And when I looked at it, he shrugged and said that we didn't have to open it, that he just didn't want to disappoint me, if I expected a festive start to the weekend. How could I refuse? 

I didn't. We had a delightful brunch with the champagne. He told me about his work schedule, that he could find time to teach me about the realty business and that I would be able to get my license before going home for the holidays.

"I told him that he was being too helpful. I think I told him that he was being 'too good.' I wasn't tipsy, just relaxed, and very horny. It never occurred to me that he knew exactly how I felt. He had done this before. Several times, in fact, and with great success. But I wouldn't learn about this until Gina told me about it several weeks later. 

Gina was a cute brunette who I met at Mercer in my French class. She had spent the previous summer 'working' under my Uncle. 

But I digress.

"We arrived at his friend's summer home around three in the afternoon. He pointed toward a bedroom and suggested I change in there. I stood there; the champagne must have made me slightly sluggish as I kept standing there.

"I'm not one of those teenage boys you worry about, Nikita."

"Good thing," I called back cheerfully. Suddenly my legs were moving toward the bedroom. Worried? I wasn't worried. In fact, I left the bedroom door ajar, knowing he could see me undressing. Champagne is a powerful aphrodisiac, especially with young, horny women.

"Yeah, I got naked in record time and walked out into the living room as he was lowering his slacks around his shoes.

"Oops!" I yipped and began a retreat.

"No--stay!" he called out, and surprisingly I turned to watch him strip.

I also watched as his erection bloomed. I've always marveled at that phenomena. It really is a miracle. 

Uncle Jeff was first to voice an opinion. "You've the loveliest body I've ever seen, Nikita."

"Have more powerful words ever been spoken to a young woman?"

Nikita smiled at Donnie before going on. "I--I almost came from those words, Donald. As it was I couldn't take my eyes away from his erection which seemed to grow larger and larger before my very eyes.

"Actually, he measured five and a half inches. He let me use a tape measure on him one day."

"I umm, have lotion and towels on the chair by the door. Umm, I'll be out by the pool please join me when you're ready," he said, and picked up a cooler I hadn't noticed before walking out the french-doors to the pool.

"Your breasts are very well formed, I would guess you're probably a 32-C, am I right?"

"I must have turned five shades of red. I'm sure had I saw myself in a mirror at that moment I would have retreated from getting any more sun for the day. "How did you know that?" I said. Did you peek at my bra?"

"No, it was a legitimate guess on my part. They really are fantastic looking, may I touch them?"

"Several things raced through my mind just then. I recall them to this day. First, and I'll kill you if you make fun of me for telling you this Donald, I thought letting him touch my tits would allow me to ask if I could touch his penis. 

Yes, I had been dying to touch it ever since it started growing before my eyes.

"Second, I had never really had my tits touched properly. High school had the usual groping and such, and there was some fondling in the backseat of a car or two. But no one had ever taken one out and touched it, or sucked my nipples until that afternoon. Even the time I lost my cherry, he came so fast he didn't have time to get me undressed. I mean, I was sure as hell willing, but he was embarrassed at finishing the moment he penetrated me that he never thought about trying a second time. And I was so pissed at him I refused to date him when he called me the following day.

"Back to my story--"Yes, you may touch them," I said, as my hands slid up under my breasts and my fingers slipped around them. 

"Don't!" he murmured. 

But my hands did, squeezing the sides of my breasts. What was I doing? 

"We may have had too much to drink!" he repeated more emphatically.

"Yeah, maybe," I agreed, and let my hands slide down. 

His expression relaxed a little, but then I recognized that his "we" suggested that he was including himself, wanting to blame the wine on how he was feeling. 




Sensualist Pt. 02 Ch. 04



"I thought ..." I began and stopped.

He was right there thinking along with me all right. "I still do," he said.

"Well if you really want too," I said and opened the door--again.

"You really want me to?" 

"Oh, yes!"

The corners of his lips moved again. He murmured again: "Maybe we haven't had too much wine."

"Maybe just enough," I murmured back. 

"Enough to tell each other all that, for sure." 

"Not just a lot of words, not really." 

He nodded with slight smile. I felt my cheeks flush. They must have a couple of times before, but I hadn't noticed. I nodded, my hands slid up out of my lap, but stopped below my breasts. Of course, his eyes dropped down to my stiff nipples. 

"I really want to," I murmured, as our eyes met again. 

I heard a very soft, deep hum. Then he smiled slightly with a silent snort and said: "No one ever said that to me before."

Why did my pussy feel so moist, when I was hoping that he would let me kiss his cock? Oh, but I had licked my lips! 

He smiled a little better and added: "Feel free to touch me as well, Nikita."

Uncle Jeff put his hands on the table and stood up. I didn't have to say a word. His cock looked about as big as it could be without rising up. I must have looked at it while he stood there, for he smiled when my eyes found his again. 

He chuckled with a grin and pointing at his erection said: "It told me that I should." 

"Tell it thanks from me." 

We had to laugh again. He nodded towards the living room, and I followed him. He sat down in an antique armchair with a towel. Was this how I could have ever imagined my first time would be? 

I thought, and dropped to my knees on the thick oriental carpet. I looked up at him, and he smiled with a nod. I looked back down at his cock. 

Nice cock; I was going to have to pick it up, even though it moved slightly. This was crazy! I had only arrived the day before and now I was going to hold his cock! And at the moment, I couldn't even remember his first name! One's supposed to be on a first name basis with someone who's ... did he remember mine? 

"It wants you to, too," he murmured. 

Had I been hesitating so long? Too strange! I had to chuckle and ask: "Does it, really?"

"Uh-huh! It really wants you to." 

I looked up at him with a grin, and we both almost laughed again. 

"If we both want to," I replied and looked back down and picked it up; it was heavier in my hand than I had expected. I licked my lips, and then they slipped around his cock, pushing his foreskin the last bit off his knob. 

How could I ever have questioned that I would want do this?! Of course, it was meant to fit in my pussy, but it fit so well in my mouth, so nice and round, its head, and so nice to caress with my tongue. I knew where, from using my hand back in high school, but my tongue enjoyed feeling that place much more than the tip of my finger or thumb could. 

His cock twitched in appreciation. I heard him moan softly--what was his name? Oh, and his ball sacs--so loose and so heavy, or so it seemed. 

All sorts of questions crossed my mind as I happily sucked away at him. Did girls bob their head with a cock in their mouth, fucking it with their mouth? I tried it, but found I didn't enjoy it as much as the other. It occurred to me that 'cocksucking implied both licking and sucking, not necessarily at the same time, but you know what I mean, Donnie, don't you?"

"Indeed I do, Nikita," Donnie replied. 

"Moments later I dreamily realized Uncle Jeff was speaking to me. 

"What was it he'd just said? 

"You needn't swallow my little dove."

"Oh how sweet, I recall thinking at the time. But I wanted the entire experience ... you know, in for a penny ... no matter how strange a couple of girls had said it was going to taste. I must have been doing it right if he wanted me to finish him, I mean right?

And so I went at him, or it--sucking bobbing my head, licking when my tongue could. 

He moaned, and his hips twitched, helping to move his cock in my bobbing mouth, his cock trying to fuck it. Almost, but not quite too fucking deep in my throat, so that I didn't gag even once. 

I grasped his cock with my free hand to keep that from happening and he groaned, his hips thrust up and my hand pushed my head back. Then he grunted, and his hips thrust up again. The head of his cock lay on the flat of my tongue--I have a vivid memory of that for the next instant a great spurt of liquid hit my soft pallet. 

I must have bitten his cock when I had to swallow; he gave a pained "uhgn!" but his hips kept moving, and more spurts shot into the deeper and not so deep parts of my throat.

I had made him cum! Then I tasted him! Very strange, like nothing I could have imagined. I could understand that other girls didn't like it; I wouldn't have, if I had had to taste it somewhere else. But I had wanted it, wanted it this way. 

I also realized that I was also moaning. I remember liking the fact that he thought enough to run his hand through my hair, tousling it, and I reciprocated by swishing my tongue over and around his cockhead, savoring the pungent taste not unlike some of the finer French cheese. 

I hadn't liked them at first either. Perhaps it's an acquired taste. Do you think, Donald?"

"I don't know. I've heard that what the man has eaten prior to the act has a direct bearing on his semen's taste. But as to what makes it palatable or not, I haven't a clue. Shall we Google it later?"

"Oh, let's Google it. God knows what else we'll find out!" Nikita chirped.

"But first let me finish the story about Uncle Jeff and me.

"Please do," Donnie replied.

"He asked me to kiss him. I let his cock slip from between my lips and looked up at him, nodding and licking my lips. 

His hands urged me to rise up. When I did, they slid down and drew my hips closer. The seat of the chair was wide enough that I could slide my knees up between its arms and his hips. He drew them closer, my pussy sliding up on his cock, and we kissed. 

"I didn't know it then, you now, how some men--actually quite a few--are repulsed at kissing a woman after they'd had their cocks sucked. 

Uncle Jeff had no problem at all putting his tongue into my mouth which still had remnants of semen clinging to various parts of it. When our mouths parted ... and that was a few lovely minutes later ... I actually thanked him for letting me suck his cock.

"Oh no! It is I who must thank you. That was your first time and you did remarkably well. It was the best sucking I have ever had!"

"Well perhaps he was stretching a point there, but I didn't know any better and in fact even today I don't mind his giving me unwarranted credit. It was the gentlemanly thing to do."

We chuckled heartedly at his reply. When I leaned back a little, his hands slid around and found my breasts. I smiled with a hum and said: "Better than my holding them." 

"Ohhh yes!" he agreed with a smile, squeezing my breasts, his thumbs rubbing over my nipples. 

Mmmm, doing very nice things to my nips."

"Like this?" Donnie inquired.

"Mmmm, yes! Like that!" Nikita purred happily.

"So that ended things with Uncle Jeff?"

"No, no, no! You asked about my first time sucking a cock. I told you. That's the end of Uncle Jeff as far as you're concerned."

"You didn't fuck--or make love?" Donnie pushed on.

"No comment!"

"He had you where he wanted you. All he had to do was part your legs. I know you. You would have let him--so, did you?"

"No comment!"

"You did!"

"No fucking comment--got that? Understand what I mean when I say no fucking comment?"

And that ended that--for the time being.

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Sensualist Pt. 02 Ch. 05



Thoughts and Things – Ruth, a Resounding Fuck and Confession

The thought occurred to Don as he was drying his hair after swimming practice. I should really practice how I speak to a woman. No, that's not quite right. There are certain things that turn a woman on just as there are things that turn me on. Am I any hornier than the women I meet every day? I doubt it---well possibly, but they're still horny.

Donnie snorted at that, but then pondered those very thoughts again while driving home.

That porno film, what was it called again? Mmmmm, oh yeah, Talk Dirty to Me, with whatshisname, John Leslie in the lead. Now that was some significant shit. Whoever made it gave serious thought to the language used. Can't be sure, but it looked like the women Leslie was screwing were definitely charmed by his words. Maybe all of them didn't cum at his urging, but several did, I'm certain of it.

What do I do that Leslie does to his women? Mmmm, I look them in the eye. Yeah, lots of eye contact. It brings us closer. So what else? Do I tell them what I'm doing, or what I'm going to do? Maybe, but I should make it a definite thing each and every time. I could also tell them what I expect from them. Oh yeah, women seem to like it when you tell them what you want or what you're gonna do to them. I think it might remove some barriers leading to a good fuck.

That's gotta be the way to go. I mean, how fucking hot was it when Nikita's face was mere inches from my dong and she looked up at me---there's the old eye contact---so very important---and she whispered, "I just love your cock ... I wanna rub it all over my face before taking in my mouth and tickling my tonsils."

Ahh, but we all have secrets---especially women and their hidden fantasies—they might hint at them, might even admit to some, but not all. And when you mention past lovers--- they'll never tell you the exact number. They're afraid you'll think them sluts or just easy----probably because the actual fuck was a furtive quickie, or she was either drunk or on the rebound and she doesn't think it fair to count it. Double the number she passes on to you.

On arriving home Donnie strode into his bedroom and stood in front of the full-length mirror and practiced some lines. He soon discovered the importance of projecting feeling into his words and rehearsed them over and over again.

After careful consideration, Donnie told himself Jesus, I should have done this ages ago! My sisters spend, or spent---no, I'm certain they still do it---practicing facial expressions, or how much leg is revealed from one angle or another until they're satisfied they'll show the exact amount of flesh the moment calls for. They probably did the same thing with their tits---if leaning thusly, or breathing just so I'll get the following result....

Damn I've been such a fool not to have noticed it. Aloud he suddenly exclaimed: "But I have! It's such an ordinary thing that it goes all but unnoticed by men! Women must think we're idiots as we allow ourselves to be led by the nose with a glimpse of tit, or flash of thigh. We're so easily manipulated. And look at that. The very word begins with man.

Donnie sighed and spoke to his reflection in the mirror. "It's true enough. We allow it. We expect it. So what can I do about it?

He pondered the problem for some twenty minutes before arriving at a conclusion: rehearsing one's tactics was the way to proceed. They do it and it's proven to work. Why wouldn't it work on them in turn?

And just what do I say, and how do I say it? Save that last for the rehearsal my good man. As to how one says it, mmmm, I suppose trial and error will produce a satisfactory approach. Let's see ... what's a sexy line? How about: I find you so beautiful that I think I will die if I cannot possess you?

Donnie repeated that line several times, and then began again, giving the words a different inflection each time. His reasoning was sound, if not silly. He felt that words were not unlike taco sauce that came in mild, medium and spicy flavors, so why not give his choicest words a special flavor, making them mild, medium or spicy as the moment's mood called for?

Mild might be something along the lines of: "Your lips are so sweet."

Medium: "Mmmm, your mouth is soooo hot! No, better make that I think your mouth is soooo hot! And spicy: "Oh, God I can't wait to taste the rest of you!"

Other lines came to him as he opened his mind to suggestions from his imagination. He was both leased and surprised at the number of ideas rapidly developing while he practiced uttering the words now coming so easily to his mouth.

Suddenly he recalled what he'd said to Nina, the Governor's niece. "I'm going to make you cum; I'm going to make you cum with my tongue on your clit and my finger up your sweet ass. 

I'm going to make you cum in ways I haven't even thought of yet, and now I'm going to make you cum with my finger." He remembered how she had looked at him---wide-eyed and enthralled. And her orgasms had been fantastic. She had told him it had never been that good for her before.

It seemed to him that telling the woman what you wanted to do to her would produce the best reaction from them. "I'm going to strip every stitch off you. I'm going to make you so wet you'll think you're going to drown. I'm going to fuck your brains out. You won't be able to walk for two days after I finish with you."

Donnie was smiling at his reflection as he practiced those and similar lines before the mirror.

I bet Nikita would wet herself laughing if she knew what I'm doing right now, he told himself. Then it occurred to him that she would be the perfect woman to practice on. If she accepted it other women will too. It's just that simple. And if she laughs at you, you can get her to tell you what you should do to improve.

A few minutes later while taking a shower he burst out laughing. "I'll tell her I want to break my cock off in her ass! God, that's so fuckin' hot!

Toweling off it occurred to him that perhaps all decent girls wanted to be seen as whores, and treated accordingly---however the following day it would be smart to act as if nothing unusual had happened the night before. It sounds about right; he thought and filed it away for future contemplation, only to think about what they might fantasize in private.

Common sense would indicate that what they fantasize about has nothing to do with what they really want to do with a partner---well maybe occasionally they'll want to dip a toe into dangerous waters, but that wouldn't hold for most women. What does seem plausible is them cheating with another guy either for the excitement itself, or perhaps out of boredom in the case where their partner isn't showing enough interest in them.

Donnie thought back over his own experiences: Miss Ginger, his first, had succumbed to his boyish charms and the lack of any other male presence during those vulnerable moments every woman has. Denise, an over-sexed woman awaiting her wedding day, had taught him many things including several insights into a female's thought processes. She had also helped him seduce Alice, in fact she had seduced the girl first and then added him to the equation, that is, if he recollected correctly. The others hadn't provided anything unique except for Nikita, who was a constant surprise and treasure as far as he was concerned.

Then again, they're always testing you! They analyze everything. Every action, word, gesture, email, and facial expression.They seem to remember every word you say to them, whether it's about them or someone else. What's more they're insecure. Even though they may be well off financially, they're insecure regarding the man in their life. They need constant indications that you want them around. That's why it's better to say, "I want you to come away with me for the weekend. Could you come with me?" than to ask, "What are you up to this weekend?" 

He'd done exactly the opposite with Nikita the week before when broaching a trip to Atlanta only to be met with a stony silence for an hour or two. Then the questions started: why this weekend? Who will we be meeting? And so on.

Donnie was certain he had much to learn from Nikita, and looked forward to it. In the meantime he decided to put some of what he'd learned into practice on campus.

Donnie had been conscientious in attending his classes, however because of his casual and confident demeanor along with his style of dress, he was often mistaken for a professor or assistant when moving about the campus and even while in some classes.

Which was how he met Ruth. Actually, they met in one of the bars just off campus that catered to the collegiate crowd and wasn't all that concerned about the age requirements necessary to buy alcoholic drinks. Donnie was hanging with several fellow freshmen from his English 101 class. They were talking to some high school girls with phony ID's. They were all at least eighteen---but not twenty-one---and had sought the guys out, thinking that college students sitting with a professor (Donnie) were older and might buy them the drinks they otherwise might be carded for.

The thing was everyone at the table was underage insofar as the law was concerned. Yet no one had challenged them, and so knowing that management wouldn't bother the girls either, Donnie invited them to sit with them, endearing himself to the other, more reticent males in the group who happily bought the teenage girls a round of beer.

For some reason Donnie chose to remain fairly quiet, not offering any jokes, laughing along with the others at any semblance of a witty remark. It never occurred to him that his manner of dress set him apart from the others, but it did attract Ruth to him, and soon they were off at another table talking quietly to each other.

By any standard Ruth was different than most women he had met. On the surface she appeared shy and preferred that her men be quiet spoken over all things. But once she got to know him, she lowered her guard and opened up, revealing her innermost secrets in an unusual way.

After finding out that she was hungry, he offered to buy her dinner, which she quickly accepted. She was impressed with the Camaro convertible Donnie drove, and more than impressed when he chose to drive at the speed limit going to and returning from the fancy seafood restaurant.

When she complimented his driving, he thanked her and told her he'd like to see her again. "I'd like that, too," Ruth said. They squeezed hands as she went on to say, "This is the best first date I've ever had. It's the best date in a really long time. I'd almost given up." 

Donnie held his surprise in check. For a high school senior, "almost given up," inferred she'd had considerable dating experience, none of which was deemed satisfactory. So what was she looking for?

Donnie decided to go along with her, and said, "That's so true. First dates are such a farce. I mean, both the guy and the girl go out of their way to make the other think

they're something they're not."

"That's sooo true!" she squealed happily, and then added, "But you didn't!" 

"True," he admitted, "but on that basis, the night isn't over yet." And, still driving, he leaned over and gave her a quick kiss on the lips which she accepted without comment; after which he drove her home.

Ruth asked Donnie to park up the block from her house and he did, and they resumed their earlier conversation. Ii took about fifteen minutes before Ruth obliquely approached the subject of sex, and when she did, Donnie jumped in with both feet.

"What I like about dating regularly is the sex," he said blandly.

"Sex? Who said anything about sex?" Ruth said defensively.

"Why you did," he put in, and moved on before she could deny having mentioned it. "But I apologize if you had something else in mind and I overstepped myself with you."

"Well," she said after a moment's pause, "I think that we ... as mature adults can converse about anything and that would include sexual matters."

"Okay," he said, "then let's talk about the proverbial third date."

Ruth actually rolled her eyes in exasperation at him.

Donnie laughed. "You know, that third date where couples get it on?"

"I know exactly what you're talking about. I happen to be a person who does not believe in it."

"You don't?"

"No I don't," she said emphatically.

"Then it follows that you think that if two people like one another ... umm, well enough they can have sex on their first date."

"Well, put in that context, yes, but I ...."

Donnie had already pooled the information he possessed on Ruth and weighed it. High school senior---almost given up---yet considerable dating experience---led him to think she was not a virgin, but had had an unsatisfactory experience. With that he took a calculated chance and said: "You know this is our first date. Have you considered having sex with me?"

"What!" she exclaimed, clearly shocked by his statement.

Donnie realized that her body language was sending an entirely different set of signals. The clearest one being she was genuinely excited by the turn in the conversation.

"You realize we're only yards away from my house. My father might pop out of the house at any moment...."

"Yes, and you're merely sitting in my car talking with me. That's a totally innocent act. Isn't it?"

"Well, yes, that's true---but...."

"Now if your sweater was pulled up," and Donnie quickly raised it up, exposing her lacy bra to him and anyone passing by.

"Are you crazy?" she bleated, but didn't move to repair her sweater to its former place.

"No, I'm not crazy. I'm only demonstrating that you and I are both thinking about having sex."

"You think...." She said and stopped. The typical girl would have returned her sweater to its original position and gotten out of the car in a huff. But Ruth just looked Donnie in the eye and let a long moment pass before speaking again.

"You're right. Of course I'm thinking about sex," she said, and in a softer voice added, "But I can't ... at least not here."

With this admission, Donnie felt he had to make a concession of some kind and after a momentary pause he took the hem of her sweater and tugged it back down over her bra. Then he lightly brushed both hands over her breasts, and said, "You're right, Ruth, this isn't the right place. But you should know that I want you, and with that in mind, I'm inviting you over to my place tomorrow afternoon, say about two."

"What, are you crazy?"

But he was already writing his address down and handed it to her before she said another word. Ruth read the address before speaking again.

"This ... this isn't on the campus. It's on Chestnut Avenue," she said, making it more of a question than statement.

"That's right. I have my own place off campus. I think you'll like it. In fact, I know you'll enjoy your time there."

"I ... I have to go, Don, but I ... I want you to know something."

"Yes, Ruth?"

"I don't usually go out with older guys and all ... I mean, you're a professor and ...."

"I'm not a professor, Ruth, I'm a student, in fact, I'm a freshman."

"But you---you have a way---in fact, you make me wet. You make me very wet."

As the words left her mouth she was opening the car door and hopped out. Once the door closed and she saw that he was still inside the car, she said quietly, "Okay, tomorrow, at two, Don."

"Keep it wet for me, Ruth," he replied blithely, and saw her blanch at his words before turning and walking stiffly toward her house. As she opened the front door she turned back to look at him, her face now composed, but certainly lacking the smile that Donnie thought would be there.

Now what the fuck did I do? Don asked himself, and after she'd gone into the house without any further interest he drove off.

By the following morning Donnie had all but written Ruth off as a no show. Still he headed home after his last class and was thinking about having a beer or two with Dolph or one of his other teammates when Ruth rang his doorbell at exactly two o'clock.

She all but took his breath away on opening the door. She was standing there in a black spaghetti sleeveless dress, with a pearl necklace and very high stiletto heels. She'd also taken pains to have her hair done. The shoes alone told him that she was in a 'fuck me now,' mode. His job would be to keep her in it.

"I---I didn't expect this," he said. "You look wonderful! I mean it; you really look wonderful, like you just stepped out of a fashion magazine!"

Ruth improved upon her appearance by stepping forward and kissing him on the lips. It was not just a peck, but a firm, although brief, contact of lips, which both instantly processed through their respective brains.

Mmmm, Donnie thought, she knows how to kiss. And that was only the beginning.

Wow! Ruth thought, I didn't mean to do that---but I'm glad I did. He tastes yummy. I can't wait for more of that. Much more, I hope.

"Come in, come in" he said as ingratiatingly as possible. Donnie had her sit on his new loveseat, (all the furniture was new) and inquired if she'd care for a glass of wine.

"I'd love some," she said quickly, looking around the living room.

"You have a lovely place, Don.

Handing her a glass of wine, he sat beside her and told her that she had stunned him with her appearance. She smiled said a silent 'thank you,' put the glass down and kissed him again.

The kiss was long and incredibly romantic, but neither opened their mouths, although Donnie did pull her close enough to crush her breasts against his chest.

Donnie wondered what had happened between the night before and her rather cold departure after a seemingly positive beginning to their relationship when Ruth smiled and said: "Are we still being honest?" 

"Yes," he replied, "why?"

"You're different. I mean really different than the guys I usually meet."

"Oh, how so?" Donnie asked.

"You're much more confident ... for one," she said, fingering the pearls around her neck.

Don nodded and when she didn't continue, inquired, "Are you hungry?"

"Mmm, I could manage something, yes thank you," she replied, thinking he had a snack or desert of some kind prepared.

"Then let's go to Rossetti's, I'm told it's very good." 

The restaurant was as fine as he'd said it would be. A short stroll from Rossetti's brought them to a bar for a drink and dessert, but the aromas and tastes of liquor and sweets faded with the passing minutes as his senses shifted their focus to Ruth: her voice, her scent, her face and pale green eyes. He was certain she knew that he was hard, and had been hard ever since sitting down at the restaurant. He noticed an all but imperceptible shiver on her part when he'd touched her shoulder as their conversation turned inward, to the sweet overtures of new lovers still stuck in public.

He recalled an alleyway just down the street. Could he take her there against the grimy wall? Probably not while wearing that expensive dress.

He drove them back to his place without as much as a chaste kiss. They were both relatively quiet, as he unlocked the front door and led her up the stairs---Ruth just a half step ahead of him. Don had one hand on the small of Ruth's back, the other before his nose where he deeply inhaled the scent of her perfume, Coco Chanel, he thought, for it was more intoxicating than any alcohol.

They embraced and kissed just outside his bedroom door. His hands were already caressing her braless breasts inside the black dress; then he was hitching up her skirt. The kiss went on as they became more and more familiar with each other.

"Are we being honest with each other?" Ruth asked, moving even closer to him. 

In turn, Don leaned in even closer and whispered in her ear, "As honest as you want us to be, Ruth."




Sensualist Pt. 02 Ch. 05



He felt her heart pounding against his chest.

"I want you. I want you sooo bad, Donnie."

"I want you too, Ruth. But are you sure?"

She looked around at what she could see of the interior of his bedroom before responding.

"Am I sure?"

"Yes, are you sure?"

"No, I'm not sure. I have these feelings ... they won't go away."

He had no reply for what she'd just said and let the silence speak for him.

"Um ... how do we go about starting?" Ruth asked, finally breaking the silence. Then followed with: "Have you ever brought a woman here before?" 

"Well ... no. But to be honest, I only moved in here a week ago today. Now, if you want to know if I consider you a casual plaything, then my answer is no, I don't think of you as a one-night-stand kind of thing. I see you as a person, a person with needs; much the same as my own. Does that help answer your question?"

Ruth looked Don right in the eye, and took a moment before responding. "Yes," she whispered.

Donnie later learned that Ruth's previous boyfriend had gotten her to open up about her wants and needs. He'd made her feel sexy, and if he hadn't tried to empty her bank account they might have gotten married. Ruth wasn't a high school senior. She'd graduated a year before, and was actually a year older than Don, but didn't realize it.

Committed to the course, Ruth stepped away, and trying not to think too much, reached behind her and unzipped the black cocktail dress, pushed it down and let it flutter to the floor.

The lighting flattered her body as she stood there allowing him to absorb her near nudity. She was braless, and wore only a tiny thong complemented by black thigh highs and heels.

"You're lovely, Ruth. I speak from my heart in saying so," he said.

Pointing at the boner poking out of his slacks, she giggled, "are you certain it's your heart that's talking?"

They laughed together as he unbuttoned the neck of his shirt and pulled it over his head. Her eyes swept over his face and lingered on his washboard abs and chest until he unbuckled his belt and lowered his slacks. He wore a pair of white briefs and except for socks, nothing else.

She licked her lips and swallowed then said, "You're lovely too. Really you are."

Don hopped on one foot to take off a sock then hopped on the other to get at the other foot.

Ever mindful of what lay in store for them; Ruth took a moment to peel her thong off and tossed it off to the side.

Don moved in closer; let her feel his erection rub against her thigh. Ruth reciprocated, pressing a breast, with hardened nipple against his arm then reached out to touch his chest, her fingertips grazed lightly over his nipples before putting both palms on his shoulders. "I could do with another kiss," she whispered.

This time both their tongues went into action and temperatures soared. His hand delved between her legs, felt the dampness through her thong and he groaned with excitement.

"Please," Ruth gasped, her voice lost in Don's urgency to explore further by venturing under the thong and slipping between the soft folds of her labia. Remembering what he'd learned from previous partners, he pulled her close for another torrid kiss.

The longer the kiss went on, the wider Ruth spread her legs. He had three fingers churning inside her by the time she'd extracted his cock from the briefs. Ruth's hips bucked up, meeting his hand, helping him bury the fingers in her molten flesh.

"No, wait!" Don said, covering her mound with his mouth; kissing it in almost the same way he'd kissed her mouth.

"Oh ... you're gonna eat me?" Ruth crowed, enormously pleased at this course of action.

Her feet were barely settled on the floor before he was between her legs kissing and sucking voraciously at her cunt.

Ruth gasped, but wasted no time in raising her hips to accommodate his mouth. Her skin was sleek with sweat and when she wriggled her ass it wound up hanging halfway off the loveseat. Her pussy was shaven clean, except for a triangle patch that she kept cropped close, and Donnie's tongue relished the smoothness of her pussy. 

Donnie was determined to give her the full benefit of his expertise in cunnilingus. Miss Ginger had drawn him to her cunt and praised his work, but it was Denise who had carefully instructed him in the art, drilling it into him that one had to please the woman, and how. He had practiced on his older sister, Maureen, and then with Zara, who had him pay special attention to her clit, exposing it from its hiding place and encouraging him to suck on it; and of course there was Nikita, about who has been mentioned before and will certainly be encountered again in subsequent chapters. 

At any rate, Donnie started by lapping away at the entire length of Ruth's opening, pausing to suck the labia into his mouth and pretending to chew on it. After moaning appreciatively and telling her she tasted like a lemony-orange---she didn't, but he thought it sounded better than what she really tasted like---which was a tinge of sweet, sticky urine and otherwise flavorless; he kissed her clit and spread her labia apart with his thumbs. There was no question but that he had already taken her breath away.

Donnie sent his tongue squiggling into her hot crevice and she screamed with delight.

"You're close, aren't you?"

"Mmmm."

"You should like this part ...."

Her feet came off the floor and she tried to open even wider for him. He rewarded her by using both thumbs to coax her tiny clit out again, and tried to swallow it until she could no longer stand it, and started cumming again.

"OH, GOD!"

"OH, GOD!"

"Ruth!" Ruth!" He cooed repeatedly until she stopped quivering and gathered the breath to answer him.

"Yes ..." she weakly replied.

"Remember why you came over here this afternoon?"

"Huh?"

He kissed her navel and let his tongue tickle her there. He kept doing this until she began to squirm.

"Don ... I've never cum so much in my life."

"That's nice, but can you remember why you came here?"

"I don't ...."

"Wanted to get laid, didn't you? Wore that lovely black dress?"

She fingered her pearls. They were the only item she still wore. "Yeah but ...."

"Let me put it another way. I haven't gotten any yet."

"Oh, my God, I'm so sorry!" Her surprise was evident and so sincere he had to laugh.

"There's time for that," he said, but I think you need a short rest. Want to lay here for a while, or would you like a tour of the place?

"Will we end up back in the bedroom?" she inquired coyly.

"We will. I'll see to that, Ruth."

She sat up and looked around as if seeing the room for the first time. "So show me the place, Don." And as they began the tour, she asked, "Are there stars painted on the bedroom ceiling?"

"No, but I can promise you'll see them when we get going again."

She started giggling, and pausing by a newly acquired recliner said, "I can't wait, Don. I can't wait!"

He moved to her and sent his hand between her legs, found her swampy cunt and sent two fingers into her.

Ruth grunted with pleasure.

Donnie's hand increased its speed. Ruth moaned and wanting more, rolled her pelvis against his mouth. She shivered from the first touch of his mouth on her. He tried to drink her in; and while she couldn't hear the slurping sounds he made, they caused certain vibrations that sent delicious pulses of pleasure through her body.

His tongue found her clit, flicking back and forth and Ruth threw her hands above her head, and screamed his name. Then her fingers went from the top of his head to his neck and pressed him into her mound.

"Ohhh, Don ... I love it!" she groaned, panting for air as his tongue glided through her creamy wetness; teasing with artful licks and nips in time with her arching back until she came.

"Oh, God, Don, don't stop what you're doing!"

Every muscle in her body was taut as a bow string as she spasmed again and again under his talented tongue.

Donnie continued fingering the slender girl as she continued to climax, moaning and murmuring his name over and over.

He felt Ruth's involuntary spasms as she attempted to press herself into his heavenly mouth and tongue. Her vaginal walls contracted when the tip of his tongue flicked over them---tasting her innermost sweetness.

Ruth was well on her way to sexual heaven, and began moaning gutturally, clutching the seat cushions involuntarily. Donnie's mouth closed down on her labia minora, closing them---then splitting them apart while wetting a finger with her juices and sending it to tease her asshole.

Naugh!" she grunted, but there was a lusty pleasure in the sound.

His tongue moved back to her clit, sucked on it, enveloped it, teasing even more by nipping, sucking, and licking; and hastening a writhing, tumultuous climax from Ruth--- which arrived---according to Ruth, in record time.

Yet he kept at her.

When Ruth realized what was happening, she shuddered and ran her hands through his hair while spreading her legs even wider and pushing her ass down into the cushions. Donnie mashed his face into her cunt.

She came again.

He backed off, wiping his mouth on his arm and renewed his attack, sucking and lapping every inch of her genitals, spreading the very juices seeping from her everywhere is mouth and tongue touched.

"Don ... what are you doing to me?" Ruth wailed, sounding completely lost.

"Eating you out ... making you cum!" he replied.

"I know---I know---I can't stop cumming!"

"I'm taking you where you've never been before," he said, quoting from the Star Trek series. He reached up and stroked the side of her breast, then ran his fingers over the nipple before taking it and twisting it slowly. He was never certain that it made her climax again, but the way her body shuddered and jerked he thought she had. At any rate, he continued twisting her nipples.

Ruth's head was now turning from side to side as she moaned out his name. "Don ... Don ... OH ...!"

He sucked insatiably at her vagina.

"GONNA CUM AGAIN!"

"Give it to me!" he yelled, before pressing his lips to her clit and sucking so hard it seemed he might actually swallow her little cock.

Ruth's hips were humping his face. Donnie managed to maintain position, and began a series of long, sweeping stokes of his slippery tongue to titillate her into exploding.

He would later swear that he felt her ass and stomach tensing; and her inner thighs began to quake.

Ruth screamed--- took huge gulps of air into her lungs and then came so hard he feared she might be having a heart attack.

The room was filled with the scent of their sweat and juices when he emerged from between her thighs. Then with her body still twitching from the aftershocks he crawled the length of her body and kissed her as tenderly as possible.

"That was so beautiful," he croaked.

Perhaps a full minute passed before Ruth was able to compose herself enough to answer with, "It ... it was unbelievably fantastic."

Donnie held her close and felt her heart beating hard. They began to laugh and he fed his fingers into her mouth and she readily accepted them; and after sucking the juices from them tilted her face up and kissed him.

A moment or so later, her hand slipped between his legs and touched his manhood. He made it jump in her hand, causing her to shriek with delight and amazement.

"I didn't know a guy could do that!"

"Go ahead, play with it, Ruth," Donnie said as if she needed coaxing.

"Oh!" she said sounding startled.

"What's wrong?"

"Um, nothing's wrong ...."

"But?"

"You're not circumcised," she said softly. "I've never seen one like this before."

"Should be kind of a treat for you, then," he laughed.

Still on the recliner, he fell on top of her and kissed her again.

"That ... was ... soooo ... good!" Ruth gasped when she was capable of it.

"Yes it was, you're a wonderful kisser, Ruth," Donnie croaked, and added seconds later, "Such soft lips ... I've never kissed anyone with such soft lips. I didn't want to take my mouth off them, but I had too, you know?"

Then they were both laughing.

"Amazing!" Ruth managed when she regained control of herself. "It really is!"

"I'm so glad that you told me you were wet after dinner last night," he told her.

"I told you I was wet?" She appeared shocked by my comment.

"Why yes, you did. In fact, you said, and I quote: 'I want you to know something. You ... you have a way ... you make me wet. You make me very wet."

"Oh, my God! I remember THINKING that! I didn't know I SAID IT! I'm so embarrassed!"

"Don't be," he said, gently prying her hands from where they covered her eyes, and kissed each eye in turn, then said, "Look at it this way. I'm so grateful that you did say it. I think you're kind of happy about it too after all's said and done."

They had some wine and then he said, "If you're up for it, I have some ideas on how we can keep you wet for the rest of the evening."

She was nodding before he'd finished, and he pulled her against him and smothered her face with kisses. When he stopped, Ruth brought her face to meet his cock and inhaled his scent, "Mmmm, you have some ideas?"

Ruth's tongue flicked out to touch the base of his prick, and then slowly traveled up to lick a drop of precum from its tip. Ruth looked up at him, and when their eyes met, gently laid his cockhead on the flat of her tongue then closed her mouth upon it.

"Ohhh, now that's really nice," he told her.

Removing him from her mouth, she gleefully replied: "I like the way you taste. I like your smell too." And just like that Donnie was back in her mouth, with her head bobbing up and down in a slow, methodical way, stroking his shaft in tandem with her sucking.

When he moaned in appreciation, she later told him he reminded her of a guy she did in high school. She called it 'a tawdry blowjob.'

"How so?" Donnie inquired, now that she'd opened a door to her past sexual experiences. He wondered if she would reveal her sexual exploits in similar fashion as Nikita had.

"Well, we were watching porn and making out, you know?"

"And?" Donnie idly traced a finger over her left breast, carefully avoiding the areola and nipple. He smiled as she frowned and hurriedly pinched the nipple on the breast he was caressing.

"Want me to suck you off?"

"First tell me about that um, you know, that tawdry blowjob."

"Why do you want to hear about that?"

"It makes me hot to hear about you sucking off another guy."

Ruth shrugged, and began talking, but she regained her hold on his cock and slowly stroked it as she revealed what had happened ....

"The truth is I love sucking cock. Always have ..." Ruth leaned down and sucked the tip of his penis between her lips.

"Easy there---you've some talking to do first."

"Oh, yeah ... sorry. Where was I?"

"You were saying you always loved sucking cock."

"Mmmm. From the first hot entry of the spongy velvet head into my mouth, to the musky smell of the hairy testicles after deep-throating it that first time, and of course, to the explosion of cum across my tongue and down my throat. I swallow too, most times. There have been some guys that tasted awful and I didn't swallow them again."

She glanced up into Donnie's eyes, smiled and said, "You guys are always so impressed that I can take you deep. "It's not that difficult you know; it's a practiced technique."

"So tell me how you got started. I'd love to hear about it," Don said sincerely enough that Ruth decided to tell him and to hell with the consequences if any.

"All rightie, I will. First off I'm bi-sexual. Does that turn you off?"

Don laughed, "No, not at all. In fact it turns me on even more."

She smiled at him and he watched as it went from her normal smile to a wildly lewd smile. "Good!" she chirped so let's see, it's a long story so let's lie down and get comfy, okay?"

"Sure Ruth, on with the story then."

Ruth laughed self-consciously and said: "I should kinda start at the beginning. I first began to suspect that this kind of pleasure might be abnormal when I discussed it with a high school girlfriend during a supposed sleepover. Jo-Ann's parents were out of town and we had been out late with a couple guys from another high school.

As we lay in our bed after they had returned their date Jo-Ann brought up the subject hesitantly, "Did you and Eddie, uh, do it tonight?" she whispered.

I sighed. I had been about to drift off, hoping to dream about the pleasurable experience of Eddie filling my mouth with his hot load while in the back seat of his car."

Donnie interrupted, saying: "Ah, such sweet dreams for a young thing ...."

"Stop that or I'll stop the story," Ruth said and he knew she was serious and apologized.

"Anyway, I was pretty sure Jo-Ann was playing with herself under the blankets, trying to get some relief after another unsatisfactory episode with her own boyfriend.

"I didn't let him fuck me, if that's what you mean," I whispered. "But I did suck him off so he didn't suffer all night."

"Yuck!" Jo-Ann said. "I'd rather let them between my legs if I have to do something for them. But it leaves me so frustrated I can barely stand it. Howard can't hardly last long enough to get it all the way in before he cums, and it doesn't occur to him that I may have to go to bed horny."

"So why don't you get him to go down on you, if that's what you need?" I suggested.

"Well, if I asked him to do that he would want me to suck him too," Jo-Ann said. "And the first time I did that he came all over my face and I barely made it to the bathroom before I threw up. Then I had a big cum stain on my best silk blouse, and wads of cum in my hair which I had to wash twice before I could go to bed. It was awful. I decided right then that I would never do that again."

I considered this for a moment. The conversation was making me uncomfortable. If I revealed how much I liked giving head, would I be labeling myself as some kind of pervert? Or was it Jo-Ann who was abnormal?

"Maybe if you sucked him off before he fucked you he would last longer," I told her, hoping she was listening to me and not dwelling on her own words---Jo-Ann had a nasty habit of doing just that. "And the obvious solution to the mess is to just swallow his load before it gets all over you."

Jo-Ann gagged audibly, although the squishy sounds of her busy finger in her pussy barely abated. "Do you REALLY let him cum in your mouth?" The squishing sounds intensified. Undeterred, Jo-Ann prattled on as if nothing was going on under the covers. "How can you stand it?"

"I not only allow it, as you put it, but I insist on it, Jo-Ann. Some boys trying to be considerate pull out of my mouth before cumming. I've gotten to where I hold their balls firmly as they approached their climax to prevent them from wasting the hot load they're gonna discharge. I want it, Jo-Ann. I fuckin' crave it!"

"Ewe!" Jo-Ann said and then tried to smother the moan as she sought out her orgasm with her fingers.

"It's not bad at all once you get used to it," I told her. "What I didn't tell her was that I love it so ... I mean that first hot spurt of cum always makes my pussy clench and the second thicker surge across my tonsils and down my throat triggers a mild orgasm that leaves my panties---if I'm wearing any---sopping wet."

"I'll have to remember that, Ruth," Donnie said and let his fingers trail along her inner thigh stopping at the entrance to her pussy.

"I'll NEVER get used to that," Ruth said softly, then shuddered when his finger slipped inside and began moving in and out.

"Can I suck you, Donnie?"

"Not just yet. Go on with this story. I find it enlightening."

"Enlightening? How?"

"I'm interested in a woman's mind. Always have been. You're fascinating creatures, really you are."




Sensualist Pt. 02 Ch. 05



Ruth nodded, accepting his reasoning, and resumed her story.

"Jo-Ann grew peevish, saying the talk about cocksucking was only making it harder for her to cum. It was the first time she admitted she was masturbating in front of me."

"Guys and their dicks," Jo-Ann complained, "none of them last long enough to satisfy me. I always end up having to finish myself off. And, really, I could do that without wasting time with all their fumbling around."

Donnie laughed aloud at that. "She sounds like a real frigid bitch.

Ruth considered this silently for a few moments before nodding in agreement. "Yeah, sounds that way, doesn't it? "

"Yes it sure does," Donnie agreed.

"Only she wasn't. She hadn't been satisfied by a guy, that's all."

"Well you have her masturbating in front of you, so she must have been getting off that way."

"Come on, Don. You know that jerking off isn't the same as getting laid, or even a blow job."

Donnie nodded in agreement and added, "I take your point. So what happened next?"

"I tried to persuade her that sucking a guy off gave one a certain power over him---you know, a girl can stop short and leave him dangling as it were. Or she can shove her pussy in his face and get him to return the compliment, you know?"

"At great risk, Ruth, at great risk."

Ruth laughed along with Don at that and then she resumed her tale. "I told her that if she was squeamish about him cumming in her mouth, just stop before he cums and finish him off with your hand, or even slip him into your pussy and finish that way."

Jo-Ann panted, "Sounds awfully complicated." While at the same time she made herself and what she was doing uncomplicated by kicking the sheet off of herself and was openly massaging her wet pussy with both hands, as she approached her release.

"The whole thing had gotten me hotter than a two-dollar pistol. I thought about suggesting a round of 69 between us, but thought better of it after a moment's hesitation. I settled for suggesting that I could show her a thing or two; that it might help her."

"You could get Eddie up here and have him fuck me properly. I wouldn't mind that at all," Jo-Ann shot back snottily.

Did she just have the hots for my date, or was it something else? I wondered.

"I don't know about Eddie," I replied, "but I bet I could get a guy up here in five or ten minutes and blow him while you watch."

"Jo-Ann's eyes lit it with pure lust. "I don't ... could you ... could you really manage that?"

"I think so."

"You do it and I'll eat you out for the next three days, morning and night, you want me too."

"Okay, only I want you to fuck him after I blow him. I get to sit by and watch the whole thing, might even make a suggestion or two."

"I accept that bet," Jo-Ann said, and began to tremble as her orgasm finally arrived. She fingered her pussy with a violent series of thrusts that sent shivers up and down my spine and other places."

"Don't move," I declared. "I'll be right back. And quit playing with yourself. You're about to get fucked."

Jo-Ann absently nodded her head and giggled nervously as she pulled her sheet back across her naked body.

"Leave the sheet off," I told her firmly. "I want him to see you lying there hot and horny when he comes in."

"You're kidding right? I mean, you're bringing a guy in and I'm like...?"

"He's coming in with the promise of a blow job. You're a bonus. But I want to watch you watching me, understand?"

"Yeah ... I think maybe I do. Okay, I'll do it."

Ruth turned to face Donnie and said, "I should mention that Jo-Ann had a pretty good body on her. I was looking forward to having her go down on me. I was planning on doing her too, but didn't mention it to her."

"You probably didn't need too. My guess is she was as hot as that two-dollar pistol you mentioned a while back."

Ruth laughed lewdly as she relayed how she'd quickly combed her hair, donned shorts and a Tee and headed out to find Mr. Right-Now.

"It was after midnight and the street outside her house was empty. For the first time I realized how futile my task was. No one was out at this hour. I walked to the corner and looked in all directions. No one in sight. I grew worried. This wasn't as easy as I'd thought it would be. I turned the corner half way down the block ran head-on into a guy carrying an arm load of books which he promptly dropped to the ground.

"I apologized profusely and knelt to help him pick them up, noting his embarrassment as he tried to avoid looking at my tits which were wobbling around under the tee.

"Yeah," Donnie said with a smile. "You've got the wobbliest tits, you know that don't you?"

"Fuck off, sailor!" Ruth laughed and slapped him on the shoulder, then shuddered happily when Donnie slapped her breasts with his rock solid erection, eliciting a most pleasurable stinging sensation.

.

"Mmmm, nice, baby ... very nice. But if you want me to continue you'd better hold off."

"All right," Donnie said with some reluctance. "But remember I'm ready and waiting, baby."

"Okay, now where was I?"

"Helping him pick up his books. You remember the ones you knocked out of his hands with those tits of yours," Donnie said and laughed.

"Oh you ... you can be nasty," Ruth giggled.

"Nasty can be nice, baby," he said with a lewd grin.

"It can and don't I know it. Anyways, I apologized for my clumsiness and after we picked up his books I steered him toward Jo-Ann's house.

"My roommate and I have a project going and we really desperately need some help. I hate to ask, but do you think you could, maybe, come by for just a few minutes?"

He squinted at me suspiciously, probably wondering if this were some sort of practical joke designed to embarrass him.

"You know it's kinda late and umm, the cops cruise by here all the time ...."

"I don't follow ... what do you mean? I said.

"We could both get into a lot of trouble," he said nervously.

But his eyes were riveted on my tits and I figured he needed some more inducement and stretched to give him a good look at my tits then turned so he could see my ass. I do have a nice ass, don't I Donnie?"

"You have a world class ass, Ruth. I mean it with all my heart and hardon," he replied.

They both laughed and Ruth resumed her story.

"We just need you for a minute or so. Pretty please? No one will be the wiser, sweetie."

He shook his head in resignation and I took several books from his arms and turned toward Jo-Ann's house. He followed me like a lost puppy.

I locked the door once he was inside, took him upstairs to her bedroom and waited for his reaction. As his eyes adjusted to the dimness he saw Jo-Ann lying naked on her bed, demurely covering her lightly furred pussy with one hand and trying to conceal her generous breasts with the other.

"Oh God, I'm so sorry," he gasped. "I'll just be going, don't worry I won't say anything, I shouldn't be here anyway."

"Calm down," I said as soothingly as possible. This is the problem. You see ..." and to add what was unnecessary under the circumstances, I pulled off my tee and exposed my tits.

The books in his arms crashed to the floor. The three of us froze thinking the noise would attract some type of attention to us. But of course we were all alone in Jo-Ann's house.

"What's your name?" I asked him, just to have something sensible come out of my mouth."

Donnie laughed and Ruth paused to look at him, saying: "What?"

"I have something ... sensible to put in your mouth."

"Fuck off, Donnie! Do you want to hear this or not?"

"I do, I do. Please continue. I'll try to be quiet."

"He said his name was Reggie. I introduced Jo-Ann and myself, hoping now that we were on a first name basis we might move on to more important things.

Seeing that he was staring at Jo-Ann's voluptuous form on the bed.

I pushed him in that direction, and then told him to sit down on it. He did and I rid myself of shorts and panties. Now Reggie was looking at two naked females. I took advantage of his being distracted to unbuckle and unzip his jeans and only when I was struggling to yank the jeans down did he react.

"Whoa! What the fuck!" he gasped.

"Hey, Reggie," I said in a rude tone, "You wanna get laid or not?"

"What?" he gulped and I swear to God his voice cracked.

Ruth joined Donnie in laughing at the imagined scene.

"Don't tell me he couldn't get it up," Donnie laughed.

"No, that wasn't a problem. I told him he needed to get naked and quickly. I think I mentally counted to four before he reacted. But when he did, he managed to strip himself in less time than that, and I mean socks and all.

"Jo-Ann clicked on her bedside lamp and leaned on one elbow while she watched.

"Now," I told him in a firm voice, "Here are the rules ... I am going to suck your dick, and then you are going to fuck Jo-Ann here. Understand?"

I just managed to catch his response. It was weird---I mean for a guy about to have his way with two good-looking and horny girls---he said, and I swear it's true---'This can't be happening to me!"

"By then I had his dick in hand and started licking the head. A glistening drop of cum immediately appeared at its tip.

"I had Jo-Ann move closer, I didn't want her to miss anything.

Jo-Ann was at least as hot as I was. Her hand was resting on the small of my back as I took Reggie's dick into my mouth. After several lingering licks and sucks I took him out and told Jo-Ann to watch closely, then I deep-throated him.

"Of course, I had practiced this for ages. You know, starting with a banana in high school and then working a series of different guys in the front and back seats of their cars.

"Like I told you before, I love giving head. I'm very good at it, and figured why not teach Jo-Ann how to do it while we were rooming together.

"Knowing that Jo-Ann was watching me excited me more than I had expected, and so I decided to hurry Reggie along. By the way. Reggie comported himself very well under the circumstances. I mean he didn't ejaculate for the longest time. I've wondered since if he might have jerked off just before I found him in the hallway. Anyways, I never asked him, but kept at him, wanting to savor the huge load I figured he was sporting in those big balls of his.

"My jaws were beginning to ache, although that was a mostly pleasant ache. I started making slurpy sounds as I sucked him. It affected both Reggie and Jo-Ann in different ways. Jo-Ann's mouth now hung open, and drool ran out of the corner of her mouth. She so wanted to be me at the moment. As for Reggie, well he had his eyes squeezed shut and was gasping for breath, trying to hold back his eruption. I stopped sucking long enough to snap at him. "Open your eyes and watch me, Reggie!"

"His eyes popped open as I deep-throated him yet again, and he croaked, 'I---I'm gonna cum if you keep that up!"

"Making you cum is the idea, honey!"

"I mean it! I'll come right in your mouth if you don't stop!"

"I left off sucking him, took him out of my mouth and asked him, 'Do you promise?' And aside, to Jo-Ann, 'Put your hand on my pussy and see what happens when he shoots off in my mouth."

Jo-Ann, startled by this request, squeaked, "Oh no I can't do that!" But she did it anyway.

I got back to blowing him, felt his orgasm coming on. Reggie screamed as his salty load jetted onto my tongue and deeper recesses of my throat. I screamed too---because the truth of it is that I tend to cum at least some every time a guy cums in my mouth. That's why I had Jo-Ann cupping my labia. I'm also positive she added a finger to her actions on her own.

"Anyways I gushed hot pussy juice all over Jo-Ann's hand. I also swallowed most, but not Reggie's entire load and stuck my cum-laden tongue out at her to show her what I'd done.

"I licked my glossy lips and ordered Jo-Ann to suck out the last of it so she could taste him while he fucked her."

"Oh, you are one nasty bitch aren't you?" Donnie said with a knowing grin.

"I try, baby. I try. Anyway, Jo-Ann took him into her mouth and more or less cleaned his dick off. She didn't gag and I took that as a positive.

"Now it's Jo-Ann's turn, Reggie," I cooed.

Reggie thought he was finished, or at t least owed a rest, but his cock was still firm and hey, any eighteen or nineteen year old who can't keep going ain't worth ... well you get my drift, baby, don'cha?"

"I set Jo-Ann on her back; she opened those nice legs automatically and spread her lips apart with two fingers. Reggie moved to stick it right into her semi-gaping cunt, but I stopped him and made him go down on her first.

"I---I've never ...."

"Always a first time, sweetie," I said. "Just use that nice tongue on her. Jo-Ann will direct you the rest of the way. Then when you fuck her she'll be wet and wild for you."

"I'll say this for Reggie. He was inexperienced when he started, but he was a fast learner and did a commendable job of eating her pussy. In fact, I envied Jo-Ann a lot. I mean he not only thoroughly ate her out but he made a few moves on her asshole that had Jo-Ann moaning and squirming and more than ready to be fucked.

"Okay, Reggie, now you can fuck her, I want you to do her hard and deep, and if you cum before I say you can you will be really sorry."

"Jeez, now you're threatening the poor guy," Donnie laughed.

"It seemed right at the time," Ruth confessed.

"So, did it work?"

"You might say so. He did his best. I say this because although he was pumping away like crazy, he didn't know enough to use different angles with his thrusting. Kind of repetitive fucking, you know?'

"Anyway, I decided to slow him down some. I wet my middle finger then sent it into his asshole. He looked over his shoulder at me and I snarled, 'Fuck her until you fill her up with your cum.'"

"His dick fell out of Jo-Ann's hole and I burst out laughing as Jo-Ann, furious at the loss, grabbed his hips to guide him back inside her. Seconds later they were both gasping and moaning and soon thereafter Jo-Ann shuddered violently and her body went rigid.

I worked my finger back into his asshole while chanting at Jo-Ann to cum for me, over and over.

When I sensed that poor Reggie was going to explode I yanked the finger from his ass and yelled: "CUM!"

They came simultaneously.

Jo-Ann's pussy gave a last tremendous spasm and made a loud farting noise as her contractions expelled part of his juicy load. Reggie collapsed onto Jo-Ann's already limp body.

I let Reggie catch his breath before grabbing a handful of his hair and pulling him off Jo-Ann who nearly out of it.

"Thanks a lot, Reggie, you can go now," I said firmly as I gathered up his scattered clothes and thrust them into his arms.

Seemingly dazed and certainly disoriented, Reggie dressed and accepted the books that I quickly piled into his open arms. I walked him to the door and told him he'd been great and maybe we'd look him up again one day. Then opening the door I checked to make sure the coast as clear and sent him on his way.

I returned to the bed where Jo-Ann still sprawled lewdly. Cum was running out of her just-fucked pussy, across her pink asshole, and puddling on the sheets.

"So, did you cum?" I asked Jo-Ann.

"I came," Jo-Ann sobbed happily. "I came so hard I thought I would die."

"That's how I feel every time I suck a cock. Can you still taste his cum in your mouth? Because in case you forgot, let me remind you that he came in your mouth too."

Jo-Ann shook her head weakly. "I forgot all about that," she whispered. "His cock was so big ... he hit all the right places that's for sure." 

"Maybe this will help you remember then," I said as I scooped some cum out of Jo-Ann's twat with two fingers and transferred it to Jo-Ann's mouth. Jo-Ann accepted it without complaint.

"It's not so bad," Jo-Ann murmured.

"Now you can just hop out of my bed and back into yours," I told her.

Jo-Ann stirred and moaned. "I can't move," she whispered. "I'm too weak. Maybe you could hold me just for a few minutes?"

I gently pushed Jo-Ann further into the narrow bed and crawled in next to her. There was a big wet spot where cum had dropped out of Jo-Ann onto the sheets. "Now you're drizzling cum all over the sheets," I scolded. "If you had taken that in your mouth we wouldn't have this problem now, would we?"

"Maybe you could clean me up just this once," Jo-Ann murmured drowsily. "You know I'd do the same for you."

"Did Jo-Ann really mean it? Or did she just want me to get a warm washcloth from the bathroom to wipe up the mess? I knew one way of finding out and so I slithered down her body, artfully letting my hard little nipples brush against Jo-Ann's feverish skin until her face was positioned above Jo-Ann's cum-soaked bush. I tentatively flicked Jo-Ann's clit with my pointy little tongue.

"Like this?" I asked slyly.

"Just like that," Jo-Ann murmured. "Just exactly like that."

"So you got to eat her just like you'd planned," Donnie said with an impish grin.

"I did, and for the next couple months she was just as eager to go down on me as I was on her."

"What about Reggie?" Don asked.

"Oh, Reggie – well I did run into him now and then and if the opportunity presented itself I gave him a blowjob to keep him happy. Jo-Ann had no interest in seeing him again as she now had dozens of guys wanting to fuck her.

With Ruth having finished her story, Donnie decided have Ruth suck him off. He tendered his cock to her and she placed it in her mouth and he began humping her mouth even as her tongue swirled around his shaft.

Apparently, she loved this, and so he added to it by playfully slapping her breasts one at a time.

"Yeah," Ruth shouted after taking his dick from her mouth. "Do that again!"

He did, and she added, "Don, you can cum in my mouth, or on my face---anywhere you want too!"

Her tale of Jo-Ann and Reggie having primed his pump, Don did just that and filled her mouth so quickly Ruth lost some of it before regaining control and happily swallowing the rest.

Minutes later, with Ruth curled up in his arms while Donnie teased her nipples, she told him how he tasted.

"You're a little salty, and there was a bit of ... stale urine after taste."

"Really?" he said. No one had ever commented on that before and he found it interesting, and told her so.

"Yeah," she said, obviously having more to offer on the subject. "Some guys ... you know, when they're pretty sure I'm going to blow them, have some pineapple before."

"Why," he asked, curiously.

"They want me to swallow, and the pineapple kind of flavors their sperm so it has this citrusy taste. It's much nicer than the usual, and I always swallow it."

"You don't always swallow?"

"No, sometimes I spit it out. I mean I always taste some of it. It's a quick decision on my part, but if I don't like it I'll take their winkie out of my mouth, and let them cum on my tits. They like that too. Some prefer cumming on my face, but I don't like it getting in my eyes. That stings like a mother."

He considered all of this good information and filed it away for future reference.

After a glass of wine and a brief tour of the house, they found themselves back in the master bedroom. Donnie set her on the bed and kissed her on the lips. His penis pressed firmly between her legs like a log that she was straddling. For the first time, her lubricated pussy rubbed against his cock. Her pelvis shivered so strongly that she tossed her head back. His hardness against her slippery passage had almost sent her over the edge.

He gently pulled Ruth to her feet, having decided to take her standing up. Then holding her so he could accomplish it, sent his dick into her smoldering pussy. He entered her with ease, and was soon fully embedded.

"Oh, that feels soooo good," she said clearly as she hooked the bottoms of her feet around my calves, and then repeated her earlier exclamation.




Sensualist Pt. 02 Ch. 05



Donnie hadn't really begun fucking her, before she cried out, ""I'm sorry, I'm so loud. Is it okay?"

"Sure it is, sweetie," he cooed.

"Oh, my God, oh God, oh God!" 

"It's okay, baby, it's just fine. Be just as loud as you want, the neighbors can't hear you."

"Oh, God ... I really like this!" 

Her breasts bounced against his chest, and she kept talking. "You're so deep inside me. Oh, please, fuck me good and hard!"

Donnie did his best to oblige her, slamming into her from different angles, guessing where her g-spot might be and hitting it occasionally; even hefting her up by the ass over and over again to keep her body tight against him.

Ruth was licking his cheeks and mouth and chin and ears. It seemed like she wanted to swallow him like one would saliva.

Then she came.

She told him later that she had no foreknowledge---that it just washed through her like a flame from a furnace. Donnie could attest that her pussy didn't grip his cock as it tried to with his tongue earlier. He contented himself in thinking, perhaps her vaginal walls had simply produced too much juice; perhaps her muscles could not stop his continuing assault.

He let her ride it out, slowing pumping in and out of her until certain she'd finished and only then did he stop.

"Don't stop," Ruth begged. "Don't stop. I can cum again and again, Don."

He was pounding into her before she finished speaking. So it really sounded like: "I...um...can cum ...um...again, n'again...!"

Donnie was still fucking hard when she came again, but this time she thought to ask if he'd cum as well.

"Getting there!" He grunted, hardly pausing in his relentless pounding away at her.

"I belong on my knees, don't I?" she snorted, trying to breathe and talk at the same time. "That's where I should be."

"Later," I said, "you just keep going. I'm slowing down to prolong things."

"Um ... Donnie ... I can get another one in if you can hold on a little longer!" She gasped.

"Good," he replied, "Let's cum together!"

Just knowing that she was near the edge caused him to forget about slowing down. He didn't just pound her, he moved so fast he thought he was vibrating. Ruth went limp when her orgasm swept over her. All that held her up were his hands on her ass and the cock he had wedged inside her.

As he started to spurt into her, Don felt her vaginal muscles twitch, then clench him tight. She tried to hold him like that, but she was dripping far too much juice. Yet he didn't pull out. Instead, he slammed into her one last time as he emptied his ball sacs into her.

He waited until they had both dressed and served her some wine along with some crackers and cheese, which she devoured. To be fair, Donnie was also famished and shared in the repast but let Ruth have the most of the meal, thinking she needed it more. Midway through the meal he got up and sliced two apples and added them to the tray. 

Ruth went at them with a relish Donnie hadn't thought possible. Women can certainly eat, he thought, only they refuse to let men see them doing it, preferring to eat like a bird when in mixed company.

At any rate, once he was satisfied that she was comfortable he put his first question to her.

"Tell me Ruth, when you became sexually active?"

"You mean my first time?"

"Well, what do you mean by first time?" Donnie countered.

"Hmmm, I suppose when I lost my cherry."

"And when was this?"

"At the end of my junior year."

"And?" 

"And I guess about a month into the school year. I was at an away football game and felt free and grown-up. Umm, drinking was a new thing along with a lot of other complicated things going on in my life. There was a party and it didn't take long before I was drinking beer and doing shots, and then this guy asked me to dance. Of course he held me tight and I felt his hardon jabbing into me every other step we took---it was a slow dance---and he asked me if I wanted to go outside. Next thing I knew we were in his car and he made his move."

"Did you see it coming?"

"No, not really. It wasn't romantic either. After kissing for a couple minutes, I lost my bra, and he was pushing his hand up my skirt. I was drunk enough that I opened my legs to his touch giving him access. He eagerly got into my panties and fingered my pussy. I guess the alcohol had made me pretty easy. Before long he was on top of me, fumbling to get his tool out of his shorts. I guess with some effort and help from me; he managed to push his tool between my pussy lips. He mashed through my hymen and screwed me as good as he could in a car. After he was finished with me he wanted to keep my panties as a souvenir of his getting my cherry. Silly me laughed as I handed them to him. 

"Did he use a condom?"

"No. He came in me."

"So that was then, what about now? I mean, how often do you have sex these days?"

"Well Donnie, it isn't hard to get 'fucked' if a girl wants too. I guess I do it, maybe once or twice, sometimes three times a week. If I have a steady boyfriend I guess we might do it every day. With you it would be more often, you know?" Ruth laughed.

"That is a lot,' Donnie said. "Umm, would that be the same partner or different partners?"

"Different, mostly. It just works out that way."

"By your definition, how many different partners in a week or a month would make a girl a "slut?"

Ruth smirked and then laughed raucously. "You think I'm a whore, Donnie?"

"I didn't say anything about being a whore. I asked for your definition of a slut."

Still laughing, she replied, "Well I am a bit of a slut, Donnie."

"So do you plan on having sex?"

"I did tonight, Donnie," she purred sexily.

Donnie laughed and said, "C'mon, answer the question seriously."

"It just happens."

"It just happens?"

"You know ... Parties, or bars ... you drink a little and end up with someone. A kiss or two leads to the next step. Umm, I hate to say no, you know? Especially if the guys been nice and all."

"What about girls? I mean you made no bones about doing Jo-Ann, were there others after her?"

"Oh sure! Girls are easier than guys. Moody, you know?"

Donnie nodded his head, and she continued.

"We girls share everything. Well not exactly, I mean we talk about everything. Dissecting every word 'he' uttered on a date, looking for hidden meanings and such. That leaves a girl vulnerable to someone like me---you know, on the prowl for pussy and all that. Give a girl a shoulder to lean on and after listening to her pour her little heart out, a few sympathetic touches gets her motor running.

"Once I'm under their skirt I'm home, honey. They may protest---most don't---but they don't fight it. Mostly they lay back and enjoy it, blaming the guy for making them so horny they turn to a woman for satisfaction. At least that's the way I see it."

Donnie smiled and said, "This is a college town. You look like a freshman or sophomore; do you hit the frat parties?"

"A party is a party, I say. Well maybe some fraternities are too rough for me and I avoid them. But last Friday I had had really a lot to drink and was with this really cute guy. We were on the stairs on a landing and he had me pushed back against the wall. After I let him get both hands under my blouse I was sooo fucking turned on. I unzipped his pants and lifted my skirt and asked him to fuck me right there."

"Did he use a condom?"

"Umm, no I don't plan these things they just happen, you know?"

"Aren't you worried about STD's or getting knocked up?"

"Yeah, sure, but I can't help myself."

"How about group sex. Ever participated in an orgy?"

"Mmmm, yeah ... Friday before last I was at a frat house and got totally wasted. I ended up in a room with a bunch of guys. I guess they took turns. "

"Remember how many?"

Ruth's eyes filled with tears as she thought it over. "Mmm...maybe thirteen or fourteen."

"Maybe more?" Donnie prompted gently.

"Maybe. I didn't count them. Some may have gone a couple times, you know?'

"What do you remember in the way of details?"

"Not a lot ..." Ruth began to sob. "I—I—I was naked on a table. I guess they kept on coming, I vaguely remember a lineup. I was on my back with my legs spread while each one fucked me. 

After a while I was sucking one to make him hard again for his turn. So I guess they fucked me twenty or more times. I was covered with cum at the end of the night, and the following morning I was so sore I couldn't walk to the bathroom without help.

"Did the orgy include anal?"

"Yeah, sure ... although I don't actually recall it. My asshole burned like hell, my pussy ached, my legs were as stiff as boards, and my tits were swollen. I don't have a clue what happened to my clothes or how I got home. I woke up with panties that weren't even mine. I am not proud to tell you that the word SLUT was scrawled across the crotch."

"That wasn't very nice of them," Donnie said gently.

"No ... it wasn't," Ruth sobbed.

"One last question if I may, Ruth."

"Yeah?"

"I know you like giving head. Do you count the number of guys you've blown, or have a rough idea of how many you've gone down on?"

Ruth didn't hesitate, but proudly said: "Forty-seven!"

"Forty-seven?" Donnie repeated incredulously.

"Yeah, but I should add that I only began counting last New Year's Eve. There were quite a few in high school, you know? I mean like every Friday and Saturday night I find some guy and I usually went down on him."

Donnie figured she might have had more than a hundred partners overall and shuddered with fear. Ruth was almost guaranteed to have some type of STD. Hopefully it wasn't Aids.

"Ruth, I want you to understand something important," he said sternly.

"Yeah baby?"

"I'm not going to see you again. Quite frankly, you scare the hell out of me. Take your time, but please get dressed. I want you to see your doctor, or any doctor for that matter and get tested for STD's. If anyone has STD's you do. Or you're the luckiest girl on this planet.

"I'm getting tested tomorrow myself. And if I have anything, I'm naming you as the person who gave it to me."

Ruth had a horrified look on her face. One of betrayal and shock. "How---how can you say that about me? We only just met. This was our first time in the sack and all. You couldn't possibly have STD's from me!"

"I hope to God I don't, Ruth. But from all the unprotected sexually activity you've had this past year I have to be tested. The odds are to fucking high."

"Please get tested yourself, Ruth. If you can't afford the test, I'll gladly pay for it.

There was nothing to say to one another after that, and Ruth, sobbing continuously, got dressed and left.



Sensualist Pt. 02 Ch. 06



Almost Famous – Mother Visits – Meeting Winnie – Double Date

Donnie called Nikita in a panic, and told her about Ruth and her penchant for numerous unprotected sexual partners. She calmed him down and told him to get over to her place as soon as possible.

On arriving, Donnie found a strange man waiting for him along with Nikita.

"This is Lars Lundie, a close friend of mine, Donald. Lars, this is Donald Stevenson Clark, another good friend. Donald, I've told Lars about your problem because he is a medical become infected with doctor and can provide you with some excellent advice on your situation.

"I'm pleased to meet you, Mr. Clark. May I call you Donald?"

"Yes, by all means. And might I add that it's certainly gratifying to meet a doctor like you for I know next to nothing about STD's other than I don't want them, especially HIV."

Both Dr. Lundie and Nikita laughed at this, and Donnie flushed, not certain if they weren't taking his plight seriously of not.

He soon realized that Dr. Lundie was the perfect person to be consulting with for his problem.

"Mr. Clark," Dr. Lundie said, "Normally for one having had unprotected sexual contact it is recommended the patient wait about three weeks before being tested."

Donnie gasped out loud at this news.

Dr. Lundie held up a large hand stopping any outburst on Donnie's part and continued, saying: "This is the best way to ensure you test at the right time because different sexually transmitted infections become detectable at different times. However, there is another series of tests that can provide many of the results in a couple days. I highly recommend both tests for you.

"The quick test or tests can eliminate or confirm whether you have contracted Chlamydia, Gonorrhea, Herpes I or Herpes II. HIV I and HIV II, Hepatitis A, Hepatitis B, Hepatitis C and Syphilis all take somewhat longer to detect. I can arrange for you to be tested first thing tomorrow morning ... say 7 AM?"

Donnie was already nodding his head in acceptance.

"Good, here's my card, be there ten minutes early. Other than that I strongly recommend---no, I insist that any sexual activity you have for the foreseeable future involve the use of reliable condoms. Don't use the thinnest type, they're susceptible to breaking and that's the last thing you'll want at this point.

In addition, and this may sound foolish, but believe me it will add to your sense of well being---check the rubber after using it for any defects---holes, tears or the like. If you find any, than you owe it to your partner to tell her or him of your pending problem and advise them to get tested as well. If you find, and believe me, most people do find themselves clear of the worst types of STD's---please continue using protection for your own and your partner's safety.

"By the way, I'll take a check for $500.00 if you don't want this on your medical records. Of course if you do have a form of STD I'm obligated to notify the Health department by law, so ...."

Donnie waved him off, saying, "Tomorrow at 7. Your address is on the card?"

"Yes it is."

"I appreciate this Doctor Lundie, I really do. I've made a very serious mistake and I hope to God it doesn't plague me for the rest of my life."

"Don't worry, Donald," Nikita said in an attempt to off-set his disillusionment, "I'm sure you'll be all right, but please do take precautions from now on."

"I've learned my lesson, Nikita. I really have."

And with no further words on anyone's part, Donnie left the house to return to his own, empty abode where he had a fitful night's sleep.

The following morning Donnie underwent the varied tests in determining if he had contracted any of the dreaded STD's.

He left the doctor's office not knowing the answer and went to several classes before returning home to get ready for the next day and the Georgia Invitational Meet with the swimming and diving teams from California, Florida State, Harvard, Kansas State, Penn State, and Virginia Universities.

The meet was arranged so that Saturday's events would be televised on NBC nationwide, and the teams coaches had stressed that several of the participants were considered frontrunners for the forthcoming Olympic Games.

As Donnie made his way to the Meet, he realized that he didn't feel all that great. His first thought was that he was coming down with a cold. Then he thought about Ruth and the STD tests and a feeling of dread swept over him. Did one feel like this as the initial stages of HIV entered into ones bloodstream? He shook himself and told himself that it was too soon, much too soon for that. But what if he'd caught it from an earlier partner? Not too soon for that, was it?

Fortunately his sensibilities returned and he thought of other possibilities such as the common cold, and he left it there, refusing to dwell on the potentially far worse STD's.

On arriving at the Ramsey Center, Donnie was intercepted by one of the assistant coaches, Seth Cutler, who said: "Hey, Don, walk with me to the Natatorium, will ya?"

Donnie sensed something unusual as Coach Cutler spent almost all his time with the upperclassmen and virtually none with the freshmen.

"Yeah, sure, Coach," he replied.

It only took several steps before the coach revealed his purpose in intercepting him.

"We've been blindsided, Don."

"What? I don't understand, Coach."

"As far as I know, at least eleven of the men swimmers and four divers ate at Foster's Grill last night."

Donnie turned quizzical eyes upon Coach Cutler.

"They all came down with some type of food poisoning. They won't be active for today's meet." A nervous tick suddenly appeared over Cutler's left eye. "You ... umm, you feel okay don'cha?"

"Actually Coach ...."

"You too?"

"No ...I think I'm coming down with a cold. But I know I can swim. In fact I'm certain I can."

Neither one of them uttered another word until they arrived at the Natatorium. Coach Cutler patted Donnie on the shoulder and headed straight to the coaches office where he huddled with the other coaches, including Head Coach Flippen.

Donnie was in the locker room, sitting in a chair in front of his locker and talking to a swimmer from Virginia named Nick Abicca, who he had swum against in high school.

After catching up on a couple of other swimmers they knew, talk turned to Hugo Mangum, the Florida State Olympic hopeful, who had recently shattered the U.S. record for the 200 Meter freestyle, which both Nick and Donnie were entered in.

Donnie confessed that he would only be expected to finish at the bottom of the event as he had not performed as well as expected. Nick was frank in stating that he had thoughts of beating Mangum and mentioned his recent times for the event, leaving Donnie very impressed.

"Well I wish you luck, Nick," he said, "here comes my coach, you better make yourself scarce for a while."

"Yeah, man. See you around and good luck today."

"You too, man; lots of luck to you too."

"Clark!" Coach Flippen barked, "Got a minute?"

Donnie jumped to attention. "Yes sir!" he responded.

"At ease, Clark, this ain't the military," Coach Flippen said caustically. "What I want to know is how you feel. Coach Cutler told me you were out of sorts. Is that true?"

"Umm, actually coach I feel okay. I mentioned that it feels like I might have a cold coming on. You know, a little achy, but it could be anything, even pre-meet jitters."

"I'm guessing you heard the bad news, Clark."

"Sir?" Donnie managed.

"Half the team is down with food poisoning or some shit. That means you've been moved up to first team. I think you can do a hell of a lot better than you have been. The potential is there. We need a good effort from you today."

"Yes sir. Umm, which events am I in, coach?"

"You'll kick things off with the first event the 200 Freestyle." Coach Flippen paused and seemed to be studying the Natatorium's rafters before continuing. "Gotta play things as they come, Clark. We'll see how you do there before finding another event. Do the best you can. That's all we can ask. Right?"

"Yes sir, coach!" Donnie responded while wondering how badly he was going to finish in the event.

Minutes later Donnie was attired in swimming briefs, cap and carrying his goggles as he headed toward the Olympic sized pool in the Natatorium. Even though he knew how few teammates would be participating, he was still stunned to see the meager grouping of Georgia Bulldogs gathered around coach Flippen a few minutes before the first event was to take place.

Dolph was there, but was not involved in the 200. It appeared that he and Dolph were not going to swim against one another as they usually did. Today, with the shortage of personnel, they would be in separate events so that the depleted Georgia Bulldogs might have at least one representative in each event.

As Donnie left the locker room and headed toward the pool he saw Darci and Olivia waving to him. He smiled as he waved back. Both girls started to giggle and talk animatedly to each other. Behind them Donnie saw the Women's Diving Coach glaring at him, and he quickly turned his attention elsewhere.

It was his custom to dive into the pool and swim a lap or two just to warm his muscles up for the forthcoming event, which happened to be the 200 Meter Freestyle. During the warm-up, Donnie realized that he didn't feel quite right, but decided to keep it to himself as the coaches had enough problems at the moment with his food poisoned teammates.

Coach Flippen gave Donnie some last minute instructions including the fact that the two-time national champion was going to be in his preliminary heat. Donnie glanced over at Florida State's Hugo Mangum, a lanky six-footer with long arms, certainly the longest arms Donnie had ever seen on a swimmer. A second swimmer in the same preliminary was Carl Williams, from the University of California. Williams, a Black athlete, had been mentioned in a recent Sports Illustrated article as a strong Olympic hopeful, and according to the article had a good chance of upsetting Mangum for the top position since his times in the 200 had been outstanding of late.

Jeez, Donnie thought, here I am feeling like crap, and facing two of the fastest guys in the country. Well, maybe I can manage a third place and get some points for the team. But the way I feel ... I just don't know.

A minute or two slipped by and suddenly Donnie found himself at the pool's edge, readying himself for the start of the 200.

Apparently Mangun and Williams, very much aware of one another and wanting to beat the other for the status it would bring them as well as the points they would acquire for their respective teams were nervous, high like high strung thoroughbreds before a race. And as a direct consequence, Mangum false started, giving all the others a vital practice dive. The false start also caused Mangum to hesitate for a vital fraction of a second on the actual start of the race to ensure that he didn't disqualify himself.

Although Donnie didn't realize it at the time, he took full advantage of Mangum's brief pause and was half the length of the pool before risking a quick look at the opposition. Donnie was in lane 4, Williams in lane 3 and Mangum in lane 1. He noted that Williams was almost exactly abreast of him and that Mangum a half length behind him.

On making his first turn, Donnie noted that while Williams was marginally ahead of him, Mangum was not and took heart from the fact that it seemed he had the edge on the national champion, and didn't even consider Williams a threat.

We're all in the water together, Donnie thought; it's the same for all of us. He heard the crowd then, screaming with excitement, and realized that being primarily a Georgia crowd, they were cheering him on. That knowledge helped his adrenaline to soar and his strokes were suddenly crisper and stronger as his body strove to provide him with the effort required to win the race.

At the ¾ mark, he found himself a half length ahead of Williams and a full length ahead of Mangum.

He's (meaning Mangum) a great finisher, Donnie told himself, I'd better find a way to keep this pace up. I can't afford to sap my energy ... got to find reserves to see me through. Donnie would later realize that he had not thought about the STD tests during the entire meet. But for the moment he concentrated on holding Williams off.

Mangum didn't become the national champion by acclaim; he had defeated almost every opponent handily since his senior year in high school. He had represented the United States in the Olympics his senior year and finished fourth in two events, almost assuring that he would be back to seek the gold four years later.

And so as Donnie fought off the last second surge by Carl Williams, Hugo Mangum managed to eke out the victory, touching the electronic plate at the side of the pool's edge to win the preliminary 1:35.00 to Donnie's 1:35.06. William's finished third at a very respectable 35:00.12.

Coach Flippen was ecstatic, throwing his arms around the soaking wet Donnie and embracing him while the student body in the stands cheered wildly.

"That was quite a performance, Clark. It's your personal best—by far. I'm stunned by that time. Was it the competition that made you so fast?"

It was a genuine question, even Donnie was already wondering where his performance had come from. But before he could formulate an answer, his teammates swarmed him and began clapping him on the shoulders and back.

Then he was whisked off to plan a strategy for the final race which would mean his facing Williams and Mangum again, although this time they would be ready for him.

Waiting for his next turn, Donnie watched Dolph finis 8th or to put it bluntly, dead last in the preliminary of his event. He also watched Kimmie, her face sparkling somehow absent any red blemishes and he wondered if his sperm was really responsible or was it more a psychological problem resolved.

At any rate he admired her form as well as her creamy complexion as she dived and scored in the mid-range, which was better than usual for her.

Before he knew it it was time for the finals of the 200 Freesyle and Donnie once again found himself on the edge of the pool readying for the start of the race.

This time he was in lane 2, sandwiched between Mangum in lane 1 and Williams in lane 3.

"They'll be no false starts this time, Clark," Mangum said out of the side of his mouth so that only Donnie could hear.

"Good luck to you too, Mangum," Donnie replied, managing to infuriate the Olympic hopeful.

The gun sounded and all three hit the water at the same time. There were eight contestants in the 200 Freestyle, but only three of them counted insofar as the swimmers themselves cared.

The spectators and coaches were screaming for their favorites as they reached the halfway mark. It was difficult to tell exactly who led, for they were scant inches apart, with the lead changing from one to the other with every other stroke.

Donnie thought his lungs were going to burst, but kept going, having told himself that if that happened it would happen, but he wasn't going to concede a millimeter to Mangum or Williams for that matter.

The three of them appeared to hit the finish plate together.

Coach Flippen had never seen a finish this close and although priding himself on calling the winner in many a close race, but was already thinking there might be a winner, but in all likelihood it was a two-way tie with a very close third.

All eyes went to the electronic scoreboard hanging from the rafters of the Natatorium as the names and times of the swimmers were revealed to the coaches, athletes and crowd.     

Donnie had placed second, losing to Mangum by a tenth of a second. Williams finished third two tenths of a second behind Donnie. Coach Flippen and the rest of the swimming team were incredulous, and showered Donnie with praise. 

Both Mangum and Williams shook Donnie's hand and told him he'd swum a great race and they looked forward to competing against him again. Coach Flippen waited for the swimmers to part and when they did, he wished both Magnum and Williams good luck in their future meets and hoped they would bring home the Gold and Silver from the Olympics the following year.

Then he embraced Donnie and told him he'd had a magnificent day. "Your personal times were off the chart!" he bellowed.

"What about the other events?" Donnie inquired as he donned his team jacket.

"We're going to get creamed, but under the circumstances it's understandable. It's a damned shame we're in such sad shape for the big meet at home this year, but that's the way the cookie crumbles."

Donnie accepted congratulations from the other coaches and the rest of his teammates, including Dolph who seemed to bask in Donnie's accomplishment.

"Man, you never seem to do things normally. Everything you do is ... super-sized, you know?"

Donnie could only laugh and give his friend a hug. Moments later he looked for the girls, Olivia and Darci were nowhere to be seen, and Kimmie was preparing to climb the diving platform for her next dive. He rummaged through his backpack, found his laptop and sent his mother an email telling her of his remarkable success that day knowing it would certainly cheer her up. 

His sister, Ashley promptly replied, telling him that she and his mother had watched him on NBC and were "beyond proud of his accomplishment." Seconds later a second message declared" Mom and me will be in Athens Friday afternoon. Hope to watch you swim on Saturday!"

As it happened Don had a meet that Saturday against the University of Alabama, he called home to formally invite his mother and sister to the campus, with the proviso that they stay with him at his new home and not at a hotel.

They arrived Friday evening, along with a nurse who was caring for his mother, now undergoing chemo treatments for the cancer that had invaded her body. They referred to it as Breast Cancer, but apparently it had spread to other parts of her body as well. Ashley informed Donnie that the doctors did not think his mother would last much longer and had predicted she might last until shortly after the New Year.

Donnie was shaken when he saw what kind of shape his mother was in. Ashley surprised him, taking him aside and comforting him. It was then that it occurred to Don that he had left his little sister to care for their mother's needs---taking her to the cancer center for treatment and testing, which on the face of it were almost never-ending, while completing her senior year of high school. Apparently, Ashley had handled it in stride; becoming an adult while still only seventeen.

Donnie also noted the way Ashley's breasts strained against her blouse, and that she was obviously posing in front of him to see if he would respond in typical male fashion. He did that and more, when the opportunity presented itself; he took her to one side and told her that she had become a stunning woman since he had last seen her.

"You've really blossomed, Ashley," he said and watched as the blush rose from her lower neck to her forehead.

"Oh don't tease me, Donald, I get enough of that from the kids at school," she said, obviously hoping for more compliments from her brother.

"I know it must be the boys teasing you. They're probably too shy to ask you out so they resort to teasing you."

"Mmmm, I guess you're right," she said, touching him on the arm and then the hand."The girls keep asking me what I'm going to wear to a dance or almost any occasion. None of the boys have asked me to the prom---which I missed---but that had more to do with Mother's condition that the Prom itself."

"You didn't go?" Donnie blurted out in surprise. "I can't imagine ...."

"I did get asked," she admitted, "but Mother was in such dire straits at the time that I decided against it."




Sensualist Pt. 02 Ch. 06



"No one told me it was that bad," he said, embarrassed that he hadn't inquired more often that he had. Donnie would later call the family attorney and have him add a live-in nurse to stay with his mother so Ashley could finish high school in 'normal' fashion. While expensive, the family could certainly afford it.

Mrs. Clark, enjoying a period of regression in her fight against the cancer, was very impressed with the house, even though it was sparsely furnished. Being practical, she understood that it would take some time before it was fully furnished and decorated. However, she raised her eyebrows on discovering the two apartments on the lower level and asked if Donnie were renting them out.

As coached by Nikita, he told her it was too early for that, but that it was an option if it didn't interfere with class work and swimming.

Donnie wasn't certain, but thought there had been a slight smirk in her eyes as he uttered the words. Later he realized that his mother knew him better than anyone else, and he wondered if she'd known about his sexual dalliance with Miss Ginger.

"Rent them out," she said before leaving. "The rent will probably cover your mortgage payments. We can use the money for other things. But hit the books faithfully, and do the best you can with the swim team."

That last comment was a reflection on his finishing second the previous week in the 200 meter freestyle with his best times ever.

Coach Flippen made it a point to meet his Mother and Ashley before the meet and later took pains to console them. "Your son had a lot on his mind today. He'll do much better in our next meet, because we'll be spending much more time with him on his technique in the 200 meters and in the medleys. I'm certain he'll continue to improve and who knows how he'll end the year."

With that Coach Flippen walked away to berate one of the seniors who had come in second in his event.

There were several instances over the weekend that Donnie felt his sister's breast pressing against his arm, and in one instance his chest when she feigned falling into him. But knowing his sister Ashley to be a talented ballet dancer, he knew it was no accident.

Memories of his time with Mo, his older sister, came to mind, and he wondered if he would eventually bed Ashley. She certainly appeared to be ready and willing to participate in a little incestuous fun. He would be home for Thanksgiving ... wasn't her eighteenth birthday right around the 20th of November?

But Sunday morning when he and Ashley decided to make use of his pool he got a really good look at her when Ashley appeared in a skimpy bathing suit that displayed her youthful 34 B breasts to their fullest, and the round, firmly packed cheeks of her ass captivated him. In fact, he found her a major distraction in that he couldn't keep his eyes off her, and had to make a conscious effort not to use his charms on her for fear of arousing the suspicions of their mother.

As they fooled around in the pool he grew fully erect when her swimsuit top stretched tightly across her breasts and after getting wet the nubs of her nipples were painfully obvious to him.

Ashley knew exactly what she was doing to her brother and playfully tried to dunk him knowing she couldn't, but several times allowed her hand to graze over the boner he sported in his swim trunks.

When Ashley finally left the pool to change before heading home, Donnie headed directly to his bathroom and jerked off, sending several ropes of his ejaculate several feet revealing just how much his sister had affected him.

Late Sunday afternoon, after waving goodbye to Ashley and his mother, he checked his email and found a message from Dr. Lundie with the good news that he was STD free, followed by a warning to use protection in all subsequent sexual activities.

He called Nikita, but she wasn't home, or just not answering her phone, and left her a brief capsule of the good news. Not knowing what to do with himself, he drove to the nearest pharmacy and bought a large box of condoms, put a package in the glove compartment of his Camaro, and stashed the rest in his bedroom dresser, keeping one on his person then wandered around the campus. It was a Sunday night, but in Athens every night there was a party going on somewhere.

He saw Dolph and another freshman, Richard Emery carrying two wine coolers and a six-back of Coors and followed him to their shared---or formerly shared dorm room. Donnie had already moved out, except for a couple pieces of gear to make it look like he did live there. There was plenty of noise coming from the room down the hall.

"Is there a party down there?" Donnie inquired.

Richard laughed and said, "Yeah, man, you wanna hang with us?"

Donnie shrugged and said, "Why not?"

Dolph jumped in to say, "Supposed to be some hot bitches here, man. Want to check it out?" 

Donnie laughed and bumped fists with him and watched as a blonde haired girl slowly backed out of the adjacent room and made her way rather shakily down the hall on five inch heels. Don watched as she disappeared into a room four doors down, where apparently another, or perhaps the same party was going full blast.

A firm breasted Asian-American, wearing a skimpy slut dress with half her breasts hanging out of the scoop top, poked her head and breasts out of the doorway after the blonde had wobbled into the room. It seemed like she expected someone else to be following the girl, or perhaps she was just was looking for fresh meat. Yes, the ladies are just as interested in new prey as the guys are. That should come as no surprise. Everyone's interested in sex when their hormones are jumping with music, booze and drugs.

The raven haired girl had a dark sexiness about her. Perhaps it was the green eyes surrounded by a caking of black mascara that made her look dark without being "Goth," and when she did that thing with her pink lips Don felt a sensual aura coming from her.

His dick twitched in his shorts and he knew he had to fuck her.

Richard happened by and handed him a beer. "Rich," Donnie said, "What do you know about that Asian chick over there?"

"Oh, man! I don't know her. She's a newbie. You gonna give it a try?"

"You might say that," Don told him off-handedly, but he was already thinking that if he struck out with her he'd call Nikita and see if she was interested in a frolicking fuck.

The Asian-American girl disappeared into the room and he followed her in and took up a spot several feet from her, not wanting to intrude on her 'space' for the moment.

She continued glancing at him every few seconds until he put an end to it by meeting and holding her eyes. That elicited a different reaction from her. She tossed her black hair, looked twice, and then obviously stopped listening to the conversation two girls were having next to her.

Her head drifted back and forth as she grew more uncomfortable with his staring eyes and looked away; minor victory #1 for Donnie.

She bit her lip, shifted her dress and tried really hard to look away. In return, he licked his lips.

Inadvertently she mimicked him, realized he seen her do it and smiled. She said something to the other girls, who nodded and then she walked into the hallway, looking back once to see if he would follow.

Of course he followed her.

Walking down the hallway, which was less crowded than the room she'd just left, she turned her head again to look back and seeing him following, put an extra "oomph" in her step, swaying her cute ass with each step. She entered a bathroom and partially closed the door. 

Donnie took that as an invitation. It was his turn to look over his shoulder. The hall was deserted. He opened the door and walked right in. She was waiting for him. Donnie shut the door while staring at her in the dim bathroom light then pulled her in for a long, slow kiss. She kissed him back with surprising ferocity, and then went limp when his hands took a tight hold of her ass.



The kiss ended and she took a deep breath. Donnie locked the bathroom door before kissing her again. She was panting and moving her hands across his crotch when their lips parted.

She was ripe for the taking.

Donnie himself was not unaffected by her kisses. His breathing was ragged and his dick throbbed as it pressed it against her hip. "What?" was all she managed to get out before he growled and tossed her up onto the bathroom sink. 

She didn't stop him as his hand dipped into her top and cupped a breast with only the thin material of her half-bra between her tit and his hand. Her nipple was rubbery hard as he slid a thumb over it. A moment later he knew that her bra had a front clasp and went ahead and popped that open. She offered no resistance; said nothing as his hand touched the bare, smooth flesh of her tits and slowly brushed the palm of his hand over the now distended nipples. She moaned softly when his mouth covered hers again while continuing to play with the nipple. 

Her hand left his face and dropped to his lap and rubbed the bulge awaiting her.  Donnie thought she was going to give him a hand job, and decided it was better than nothing. But as they continued making out, her hand left him briefly to unfasten his jeans.

He squeezed the opposite nipple and got a soft, welcome moan from her.

Something changed between them at that moment. It's entirely possible she might have gone on to blow him after the kisses ended, but Donnie triggered something in her. She never spoke of it later, but instead of just reaching in and pulling out his cock; she began to work the jeans down with an urgency that surprised him.

Donnie helped by lifting his ass. She got them to knee level before stopping and bringing a hand up to caress the bulge that was pushing out his Jockey shorts. 

As she grabbed the elastic waistband, she kissed him again, and then with a sigh of commitment, she pulled away, breaking their lip lock and Donnie could only watch as she slid his briefs down and his rigid cock sprang free as his shorts dropped to the floor caused even more blood to surge into his engorged tool. 

He thought it would take only a pump or two before he was shooting a load all over the both of them, but it turned out the girl had different plans. She lowered her head into his lap and Donnie felt himself engulfed in the warm, wet confines of her mouth.

He thought it would take only a pump or two before he was shooting a load all over the both of them, but it turned out the moment her lips engulphed the head of his cock, he groaned with pleasure. He realized the if he were sitting on the edge of the sink she would have an easier time sucking him off; and so, with one hand on her shoulder to warn her, he hopped up and landed on the lip of the sink, set himself by bracing his ass over the bowl of the sink and took his hand off her shoulder, signaling her that he wanted her to continue.

Donnie looked down as his cock disappeared into her mouth, then reappeared as she raised her head and looked up at him, seeking assurance that she was giving him great head. His subsequent moan told her she was doing exactly that.

He leaned forward, maintaining his balance on the sink and reached down to take hold of her dress, and began working it up around her waist. At first he thought she was wearing a thong, but soon realized she'd gone commando. What he'd seen was a thick patch of dark brown hair. Not completely satisfied with her state of undress, Donnie lowered her top and freed her full sized breasts so that with her leaning forward they hung down pendulously, swinging slightly as if beckoning to him for further sexual play.

Just then she spoke for the first time since saying, "What?"

"Please, I want that thing," she whimpered as if he might deny her the pleasure.

Donnie didn't give her the chance to change her mind. Especially these days when "No" means "NO!"

"I want that thing," stood as an unqualified, "YES!"

After opening the tightly sealed condom packet, he quickly fitted the rubber on his cock and rammed it into her. She sobbed and then went quiet at first; breathing hard, but softly moaning non-stop. He paid her moaning no mind. The party was loud and there was no danger of being heard unless she started screaming.

Her moans were punctured by a rapid exhaling every time he drove his dick into her. Perhaps it was the angle of penetration, as her ass had slipped into the sink's basin changing the normal course of direction of his cock as it moved into her. In all probability, he was rubbing against both her clit and g-spot with each and every thrust.

Her moans changed into a series of "Yes's." The pitch of her voice went slightly higher with each inward thrust and diminishing slightly on the outward glide.

Donnie took a fistful of her hair and yanked. She looked back at him the wince from the pain still on her face. He licked her face without slowing the fuck. 

Suddenly there was something different about her. "Yes's" turned into "OH's" and he was trying to figure out what it was when he realized she was cumming in torrents.

He let go of her hair in order to grab hold of her haunches and get his rhythm going faster. The lovely Asian-American responded accordingly; whimpers became moans and then a series of staccato screams reverberated throughout the bathroom and out into the hallway.

Her entire body was shaking, not only from the repeated collision of bodies, but from the second tumultuous orgasm that was ripping through her. Nevertheless, Donnie kept fucking her until he came, then he kissed her and stood her on what were undoubtedly shaky feet and pulled his pants back up.

"That was great," he told her and then asked for her name and phone number.

"You won't call," she said sullenly.

"Oh, but I will. I have a thing for hot Asian-American chicks, and believe me you were a fantastic fuck. I want to do this again. Don't you?"

"Compliments yet," she said, taking a cigarette from a pack she lifted from her purse.

He took her matches and lit it for her.

"Thanks," she said blowing a stream of smoke at the ceiling. "It's Winnie, 754-3455."

Donnie nodded, committing the name and number to memory.

"You asked for my number, but didn't write it down," she said with some scorn.

"Winnie, 754-3455," He quoted back to her. "I have a pretty good memory." He let a second go by before adding, "Winnie."

She smiled nervously. It was the first time he'd seen her smile. "You have a lovely smile, Winnie. I'll call you in a day or two. And that's a promise. Oh, my name's Donnie."

Winnie nodded, kissed him tentatively on the lips and returned to the party, leaving the bathroom and walking past several people already lined up outside with no pretense about what might have happened in the bathroom. Donnie followed her, a perplexed look on his face that got some knowing laughs from those in line. And that's how Winnie entered his life.

After leaving the party Winnie stopped for fast food. She wanted a shower and then bed, but already knew she would not be going right off to sleep. She would masturbate first, and the anticipation of another orgasm was wonderful.

"Yes, Winnie," she thought to herself. "He was that hot. You're going to frig your hot little pussy until you cum big time ...."

Thinking of almost nothing but Donnie's big cock pounding into her, Winnie began to rub her legs together and almost lost control of the car on two occasions. By the time she got home, her inner thighs were slick with her excitement.

She went into the apartment, fed the cat, and showered, spending an inordinate amount of time in cleaning her pussy, as her excitement grew.

She plopped onto her mattress fully dressed and flipped her skirt up. Turning on the couch side lamp, she lay in the semi-dark and let her mind wander as her fingers did their thing, slipping into her turquoise colored panties and then into her slickened cunt.

Soon enough she conjured up several indistinguishable voices seemingly hovering around her. 

Where was she? It came to her that she was now lying on an examination table, naked and exposed. She spread her legs and looked down at her naked body imagining what the others in the room saw. Her breasts were rising and falling rapidly; her nipples erect with excitement and fear. Her thick pubic hair covered most, but not all of her pussy seemed to be the focal point of those observing her.

She closed her eyes and slid her hands over herself. She felt a flush of shame at her nasty little fantasy, and she simply added that to the mix by having Donnie step out of the group and approach her. Suddenly a spotlight came on, highlighting her pussy for everyone to see. Although Winnie's eyes were closed, in her mind her eyes were opened wide, watching as Donnie put on a pair of latex gloves and then began addressing the others in the room.

"Our subject today is the twat of a female named ... Winnie," he began, his deep soft voice filling the room. "It is a rather complex mechanism and there are some things I want you to be aware of as students."

One of the 'students' came closer. Winnie was surprised to see that it was her roommate, Evie. In her fantasy, Donnie asked Evie to expose the patient, and she quickly complied, using recently manicured fingertips to grip Winnie's outer labia and separate them revealing the pink inner flesh of her vagina with the others looking on. Winnie moaned from the erotic stimulation she felt course through her body from her roommate's touch.

It was a familiar touch as Evie and Winnie were more than just roommates.

Doctor Donnie, as Winnie now thought of her lover from earlier that evening, held a small metal pointer to her sensitive flesh and continued his 'lecture.'

"Now that the Labia Majora has been opened, you can see the mid- line of this young lady's vagina." He chuckled sexily, "the Latin term Labia, meaning lips, fits these structures quite well, since they close over the inner parts and protect it."

"Of course," he went on, his voice taking an erotic tinge, "with Winnie's labia pulled aside, she is totally exposed and vulnerable."

Winnie felt her pussy dampen even more at the word vulnerable. She couldn't believe how excited she was and wanted to just beat off and cum, but the fantasy seemed to have a life of its own.

Her imaginary lover went on with his lecture. "Please note that here ... where the Labia Majora ends, is the hood of the clitoris. Look closer and you'll see that her clitoris is swollen, which means this presentation is sexually stimulating to our patient."

Winnie touched herself ... moving from her slightly parted labia to her clit and moaned. Good God, had she ever been that hard before?

Doctor Donnie continued with his vaginal lecture, but his words faded away as Winnie slid her finger inside her wet pussy, her urethra was dripping as well, and that was quickly reflected in her fantasy.

"She is ejecting a little urine from her urethra," Doctor Donnie noted. "She is obviously very aroused." He looked over at Evie and said, "Nurse, let's adjust her to make her more visible to the students."

He and Evie brought Winnie's knees up to her chest and spread them. Actually Winnie did this herself, imagining they were doing it for her. In any event, she felt the sudden coolness on her exposed pussy and ass and slid her arms over her legs then pushed her knees down beside her chest with her elbows.

All those years of yoga finally panned out, she thought to herself, and then her fingers found her gaping pussy. Oh, God, that was sexy!

The spotlight fully illuminated her cunt and ass. Winnie wanted to get a mirror and see what the people in her fantasy saw---her twat on display, her body totally exposed, her....

The orgasm hit, hard and sharp, even though she was not even touching herself. She moaned as her cunt constricted, and she felt the wetness trickle from her vagina and weaving its way down over her sensitive asshole.




Sensualist Pt. 02 Ch. 06



Ohhhh, this was so fucking sexy! Winnie thought.

Doctor Donnie took another instrument from the table. It was made of hard stainless steel very similar to the ones used by her gynecologist except that those were of a softer material. He approached her vagina; his gloved fingers found it and slid the catheter inside of her, the icy metal touching her urethra.

Suddenly Winnie was wide awake and shrieking. She jumped out of bed, ran into the bathroom and looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her pupils seemed dilated to her and she was panting. Staring at herself in the mirror, she reached a decision and said, "Fuck it!" aloud, took a Q-Tip from the holder and ran back into her bedroom.

Fuck it. I want to and there was no one around to stop me! She lay back, brought her legs up beside her chest again and parted them as far as possible. Grunting with the effort, Winnie found her urethra with her frantically searching fingers and rubbed the marvelously sensitive spot, then put the end of the cotton swab to the opening.

She closed her eyes, and recalling the dreamy image of Donnie---her Doctor Donnie---as he slid the metal tube deep inside of her private opening. She gently pushed the swab into the tight hole, and then began to frig herself wildly with her free hand.

She came, quickly and hard, but didn't stop there. Moaning with pleasure, Winnie rubbed her clit and carefully moved the Q-Tip, so that she was fucking her urethra with it. She pushed in deeper and her own urine sprayed out of her tiny hole. 

This time her whole body shook from the force of her orgasm. Wave after wave flowed over her. She dropped the Q-Tip, placed both hands on her cunt and rolled onto her side, intoxicated by the continuous waves of pleasure coursing through her. She fingered herself to another tumultuous cum and exhausted, fell asleep.

When she woke shortly before twelve noon, Winnie found herself lying amidst soaked sheets. She hopped out of bed in disgust, until realizing just how the sheets got wet. She laughed and recalled as much of the previous night as she could. There wasn't all that much as she had consumed a good amount of alcohol, but she did recall fucking Donnie, and having a really sexy dream about him.

Was that? It had to have been---God what a wet dream. But her subconscious told her there was more to it than a wet dream, and then small snippets came to her and suddenly she was highly aroused. Winnie almost ran to the bathroom, sat on the toilet, peed, and then masturbated until yet another sexual release was upon her.

That same morning after their only class, Dolph was complaining to Donnie about his hangover. "Man, I'm going to be among the walking dead come two o'clock. I'm gonna have me two or three beers to sedate my brain, maybe settle my stomach. Wanna join me?"

"Why, I didn't have but one beer last night, Dolph."

"I know, I know. But you got laid and I didn't. Maybe that's why I drank so much beer."

"Don't forget that half bottle of Tequila you chugged before we left."

"Gawd ... I had forgotten that. Maybe that's why ...."

"Probably, but tell me, Dolph, what happened with you and that blonde you had cornered?"

"She let me fondle her tits, but cooled off when I mentioned leaving the party to get it on."

"Wasn't she with the Oriental broad when we got there?"

"Yeah, I think she was. You think....?"

"They were together until she left to go to the bathroom. Um, I followed her into the bathroom."

"No shit! You nailed her?"

"Mmmm, let's just say we're on a more personal level today that we were this time yesterday."

"You dawg!" exclaimed Dolph as he slapped Donnie on the shoulder.

"You really interested in the blonde?"

"I'm more than interested. I haven't had any in weeks now."

"Lend me your cell a minute," Donnie said, his hand already outstretched.

"You really nailed the broad?" Dolph chortled happily.

"Not saying one way or the other," he said dialing a number he'd memorized. "I don't talk about women ... not usually anyway ... Hello? Is this Winnie? No? Well is she there?" Donnie listened to the other party and then said, "We met last night at a party. She gave me her number and told me to call. I'm callin'."

Whoever the other person was---obviously a girl---they knew exactly who the caller was. "You ...you're THAT Donnie?"

"That's right ... now is Winnie there?"

"Yes, but ... can you hold on a minute ... she's ... she's in the bathroom!" The girl at the other end blurted, and Donnie knew that Winnie was taking a crap.

"I'll hold, don't worry. Tell her to take her time, I'll wait for her."

Moments later a breathless voice spoke rapidly into the receiver. "Hello---Hello! Is this Donnie?"

"Yes, hi Winnie, how are you?"

"Fine---I'm just fine, Donnie, and you?"

"Doing good, Winnie. Say, I wonder if you're up for a little date tonight, maybe a movie and a soda, or a beer after?"

"Sure, just tell me where and when?"

"I thought I'd pick you up, say around sevenish?"

"Okay, let me tell you how to find me."

"Sure ... oh, Winnie?"

"Yes?"

"Last night, were you with a blonde haired girl before we met?'

Evie? Yeah, I was. How do you ....?"

"My roomie was talking to her, didn't have a chance to ask for her number, but he'd like to see her again. Can she join us?" Donnie lowered his voice and added, "If she doesn't want to go out with him tell me now and we'll set something else up."

"Um, just a sec ..." the line went dead for a moment or two and then Winnie was back on line. "Hello, Donnie?"

"Yeah?"

"She'd love to meet him. Um, movie and a drink after, right?"

"Right, movie and drinks, so if you'll give me your address, why we'll swing by around seven."

And that set things in motion.

That night, Both Winnie and Evie waited nervously for their dates to show up. Donnie had told Winnie earlier he would be there around seven-thirty, and not to eat dinner.

Evie checked herself in the hallway mirror. Her light blonde hair was pulled up and fastened in back, accentuating her high cheekbones and delicate features. She had taken advantage of a free make-over at the local department store that afternoon and her makeup looked great. Then, with one of those last minute adjustments that women round the world seem to have in common, she tugged at the fastener, releasing her tresses so that they fell down on her shoulders.

Winnie wore one of her sexiest dresses; it was light lavender with straps over each shoulder and ended just four inches above her knees. It was sexy because it was low enough in front to show off the swell of her breasts and short enough to show off her nice legs, made even sexier (she thought) by her nearly knee high black boots with high stack heels. Evie took note of the fact that her roommate wore no bra and was venturing out commando style.

So she did fuck him at the party, Evie thought, and selected a short black dress with a cinched in waist and shoes that were a bit too fancy for dinner and a movie. With Winnie looking on, she lifted the skirt enticingly, posing in front of the full-length mirror to admire the garter belt and garters holding up her black thigh-highs. 

"So how do I look, Winnie?"

"Like you're hoping to get laid," Winnie said teasingly.

"You'd know about what's in store for us better than I, Winnie," Evie laughed knowingly as she raised the skirt higher. Her panties were black and tight, but also very, very sheer. Her pubic hair and the swell of her pudenda were clearly visible through them.

Evie spread her legs slightly, aroused by her own body, packaged with one thing in mind: "You bet I am! You got some last night and I suspect you brought him back with you from the shape of those sheets on your bed."

Winnie flushed at being called on the soaked sheets, but decided to let Evie think what she wanted; especially since she was almost right on all counts.

"Maybe we'll both get lucky tonight," she said and left it there. Evie nodded and said nothing further.

The doorbell rang and Evie shrieked as she dropped her skirt. She sniffed her fingers, turned crimson on smelling her excitement and started to cover her eyes as Winnie raced past her to open the door.

"Fix yourself, girl!" Winnie chirped just before opening the door to Donnie and another nice-looking guy she took to be Dolph.

"Hi," she said already devouring him with her eyes. To her, Donnie looked wonderful, in tan slacks and a light pullover sweater with an open collared shirt beneath. He smiled at Winnie as he looked her over.

"You look lovely, Winnie," he said, taking her hand and bringing it to his lips.

Winnie caught herself before her legs buckled. No one had ever kissed her hand before!

"This is Dolph; he's here to meet Evie. Is she here?"

"Oh yes!" Winnie said hastily, trying to make an assessment of Evie's date before Evie saw him. "Evie, hurry up, our dates are here!"

Evie was drying her hands after trying to wash the scent of her pussy juice off them and hurriedly tossed the hand towel into the wastebasket, not caring that it was not the hamper or that it was damp and might leave a mildewed scent on the other dirty clothes.

With a broad smile on his face, Donnie said, "We parted kind of quickly last night and I wonder if you'd mind if I kissed you here and now. Kind of a refresher, you know?"

"Oh, yeah ... sure," she replied and melted into his arms, accepting his warm mouth on hers. She kissed him back, sliding her leg up and around his. She pushed her pubis against his thigh, loving the feeling of wantonness that rushed through her.

She felt his hand slide down over her breasts and down under her skirt, and moaned as he cupped her hot, unpantied pussy.

Dolph, obviously nervous at this before even meeting his date coughed twice as Evie approached, and when the couple continued their kiss, Dolph introduced himself.

"Hi, I'm Dolph. You must be Evie."

"I am, she said, trying to maintain eye contact with Dolph, but her eyes kept darting over to Donnie and Winnie as they devoured one another's mouth.

Donnie ended the kiss and with an impish twinkle in his eyes said, "Evie you're even better looking than I remember from last night."

"Thank you, that's very nice of you to say," she responded. Already hoping that one or the other, or even both of them would fuck her silly later that night.

"We should be going," Dolph managed although he was unable to tear his eyes off Winnie's cleavage.

Donnie checked his watch. "We have reservations."

The girls grabbed their respective purses and walked out arm in arm with their dates to Don's Camaro. Evie couldn't help herself and ran a hand over the polished finish. Dolph couldn't help but wish he could run his hand over her ass the way she was rubbing the car.

A similar thought crossed Evie's mind as well, and she gave Dolph a wicked wink as she took her hand off the car and climbed into the back. After getting a good look up her skirt, Dolph followed.

Don held her door for Winnie then went around and got behind the wheel.

"I guess new Camero's are the providence of handsome, successful professors," Evie said, settling back into Dolph's ready arm.

Winnie was already recalling how Donnie's cock felt as it pounded away at her and grew wet enough to become concerned about leaving a wet stain on the leather seats on leaving the car.

The girls were vibrant and expectant as they strolled from a quaint Italian Restaurant in the Beechwood Shopping Center to the nearby movie theatre. Evie and Winnie both turned more than a few heads as they approached the line waiting to buy tickets for the 8:30 p.m. feature and Dolph kept nudging Don until Don gave him a look that said, I told you so, upon which Dolph ended the nudging and compliantly fell in line..

The plentiful nudity in the movie itself—actually mostly bare breasts with one moment when a girl's bush was visible, helped prime the girls for what came later. That is if Evie required any further stimulation; Winnie couldn't wait to shed her clothing.

During the movie, Donnie had a hand on Winnie's breast right after they were seated. She in turn, caressed his erection throughout the film. Dolph had an arm around Evie's shoulder and couldn't believe his eyes when his date gave Winnie's upper thigh a squeeze at one point where the love making in the feature film got a little torrid.

By the end of the film, both Don and Dolph were making out with their respective dates, both having moved beyond mere kissing to feverish groping. Dolph was almost reluctant to leave the darkness of the theatre when the film ended, but Evie pulled him to his feet, kissed him tenderly and whispered some promises in his ear.

Fifteen minutes later they were all sitting in Donnie's new abode drinking shots of Tequila. Winnie was sitting on Donnie's lap, Evie quite close to Dolph, when Winnie yelled, "Hey, we're part of the new generation. Women's Lib and all that shit!" She was obviously well on her way to getting smashed.

"Are you implying that you get to make your own rules?" Donnie inquired, knowing it would set the girls off.

"Damn right we get to make the rules!" she shouted. "I sleep with anyone I want to. But still and all I'm choosy." 

"She's right," Evie chimed in. "We no longer have our mother's worries about unwanted pregnancies and the like." She may or may not have known that as she uttered the words, her right leg jumped revealing the tops of her thigh highs and the beginnings of her filmy black panties to both Dolph and Donnie.

"Well if you're so uninhibited, let's see you strip now," Donnie said looking at both girls.

"Yeah, put up or shut up," Dolph added, and then hiccupped.

"Soon's you guys do," Evie said with a giggle. "Show us whatcha got!"

"I'll tell you what, ladies," Donnie said. I'm going into bedroom number one." He pointed toward a door on the far side of the living room. "In about two minutes I'll be naked and waiting on the bed. Dolph here,"---he gestured at his friend and pointed toward the other bedroom---"will be naked in there. Now whoever wants whoever, or is it whomever?" he asked and quickly followed with, "Fuck it, who cares? But whichever one of you comes through door number one, or door number two for that matter, is going to get a royal fucking."

Both Evie and Winnie had a shocked look on their face. Of course they had planned on getting laid, but this was something they hadn't counted on. Donnie had called them before they could protest, or fake one, as ladies often do under such circumstances.

Donnie took full advantage of their dilemma, and added:"Or you can finish your shots and call a cab. I'll see whichever inside!" He turned away from the others and walked deliberately into his bedroom.

The girls were stunned and stared at each other for a moment. Dolph nodded once and walked deliberately to the other bedroom thinking, "Donnie better be right about this."

"This is too weird, Winnie," Evie said, but was cut short by Winnie holding her hand up and staring her down. "You want to get good and laid?"

"I don't know ... it's weird, you know?" Evie said, although it was apparent to Winnie that her resistance was fading.

"I'm going in," Winnie said and followed Donnie into his room. 

Evie fretted for several more seconds and then recalling how she'd been jilling off before the guys came to pick them up, tossed her head and sent her hair flying and moved quickly to room number two and the waiting Dolph.

The first words out of Donnie's mouth as Winnie closed the bedroom door were: "You can switch places with Evie after an hour or so with me."

"What?" Winnie gasped on realizing just what he had said.

"Sure, we fuck and then you get to try on Dolph. Evie gets to try me out."

"I ... I never thought of doing it that way," Winnie replied after a long moment of silence.

"It would be like a mini orgy. You get laid by two guys. Same holds true for Evie. I'm pretty sure it will work out just fine all around."

From the way her eyes were focused on his erection Donnie was almost certain she'd go for it. And if she did, Evie had little choice but to follow along.

"Never had two guys before," Winnie said as if to herself, but she did want him to hear her say it. Then she began to pull her dress over her head. As she unhooked her pushup bra, she smiled at Donnie and said, "Mind if I keep my boots on?"

"No, they look sexy as hell on you."

In the other bedroom, both Evie's and Dolph's hearts were beating faster than ever as they looked at one another. 

Emboldened by the girl's reaction to Donnie's bold pronouncement, Dolph Picked up his Nikon and said matter-of-factly, "Before you take your dress off, let me get a couple pics of you. You do look sexy as hell, you know?"

Something in his voice turned Evie on even more than Donnie's had, and she quickly agreed, saying only, "But no nudes, you know? I'm afraid of them turning up on the internet."

Dolph, not believing his luck, quickly agreed. And Evie lay down on the bed and hiked her black dress up so that it came to rest on her buttocks, revealing the flesh and garters attached to her thigh-highs.

'Click – Click' went his camera.

"How 'bout laying back and raising those lovely legs for me?" 

Knowing she was going to fuck him in a matter of minutes, Evie obliged him, but kept her thighs tightly closed. Mustn't show him all my goodies, she told herself as the camera clicked several times.

Dolph put the camera down and knelt beside her on the bed.

"What?" she said, thinking he might be going a little too fast, but said nothing further when he placed a sensual kiss on her all but fully exposed buttocks. 

"Mmmm," that was nice," Evie murmured, thinking him a romantic kind of guy.

He, already naked with a six inch plus erection pointing right at Evie as he stood at the foot of the bed.

Dolph never heard her for he was busy shaking his dick out of his pants and wasted no time in showing it to her.

"Oh ... that is nice!" she husked excitedly. It's a nice big one!" 

Actually Dolph was average sized, but she had learned long ago that men were sensitive about their penises, and always made it a point to praise their size, regardless of their length, unless as in one unfortunate case, the man was really undersized. Then she knew enough to keep her mouth shut on the subject.

"Um, how about taking something off for me?" Dolph said shyly.

"Sure," Evie replied, and getting to her knees, allowed the dress to drop to her upper thighs, revealing her breasts to Dolph and his camera.

Evie loved to tease her lovers and remained in that pose as he snapped away, occasionally taking hold of her long blonde tresses and brushing them over each breast with her eyes riveted on his rising cock.

When she thought he'd taken enough pictures of her in that pose, Evie hopped off the bed, let the dress fall to the floor and assumed another pose. 

This time she stood with the left leg slightly bent and the right hand over her head holding her hair back so that her entire face was clear for Dolph's camera lens/, allowing him to dwell on the stark difference between her thigh high stockings and while flesh that led his eyes to her filmy black crotch.

Dolph couldn't believe his eyes, or his incredible luck at having Evie posing so coquettishly for him. He wanted to ask her to do so many things, but words failed him. He looked at the bedroom door and for a moment considered calling on Donnie to see what he might suggest, but decided against it. He turned back to Evie, took in her lovely face and great tits and managed to croak ...

"More," he said, already lost in thoughts of fucking her brains out. "Show me that pussy!"

"No way, Jose!" she responded, knowing that letting him take pussy pics would certainly wind up on the internet, and drawing the line, she sat down on the bed and kept her thighs closed.




Sensualist Pt. 02 Ch. 06



Dolph sighed and put his camera away and then began removing his clothes.

He had no way of knowing, but Evie was just as excited as he, and she lay back on the bed and spread her legs.

Only when she purred, "Come on lover man, make me a happy girl!" Did he know he was getting laid.

Once inside Donnie's bedroom, Winnie asked and then pleaded with him to allow her to use his toilet, and he saw no reason to refuse, but followed her into the bathroom. "I thought ...." She started to protest, but stopped when he held up a hand. "You asked permission to relieve yourself. I gave it; I never said I wouldn't watch you piss. I rather enjoyed it to tell the truth."

Winnie grabbed a handful of toilet paper and carefully wiped herself before standing up and facing him. The moment he pulled her against his chest she was all a tingle.

And when his tongue slowly licked her upper and lower lips, she came. The moment had been building inside her since her dreamy night after they'd fucked that first time. Her mouth opened, welcoming his tongue. When the kiss ended he began squeezing her right breast. She glanced down and watched as her nipples hardened and wondered how he would take her, although she didn't really care how he did it, but only that he would take her as many times as it was possible.

"Lean forward, Winnie," he said breathing into her ear.

Winnie quickly complied, resting her hands on the cabinet that held Donnie's shirts, socks and underwear. He stepped out of his shorts, flipped her dress up presenting her bare bottom to him, took hold of her hips and drew her closer to him.

"No, that's not right," he said.

Winnie realized what he meant and lowered her head until her forehead pressed against the top of the cabinet; this caused her breasts to fall out of her lavender dress and since they were still firm, stand out instead of lolling like many other women's breast's might. The position also served to raise her ass to a more accessible position for Donnie. 

"That's better, thank you," he said and a strange thrill shot through Winnie's nervous system.

He'd thanked her! He'd actually said the words---'thank you'! Winnie felt much the same as a young teenage girl might at being spoken to, or singled out by a current rock star at a concert, or public appearance. That lovely thought vanished only to be replaced by thoughts of a fantastic orgasm as his cock slowly sank into her very wet cunt.

"OH!" Winnie gasped, feeling him entering her, and slid her hands down the front of the cabinet to brace herself for the powerful thrusts she knew would follow.

Donnie paused for a moment, then slammed into Winnie, slowly withdrew, until just his cockhead was still inside her, then slammed back into her. An observer would have sworn that he took all the air from her lungs, but that wasn't the case. It had more to do with her expectations of the next thrust, which by Winnie's current condition would bring about the massive orgasm she had been thinking and dreaming about almost nonstop since the last time he had fucked her.

He allowed her to gather herself before ramming into her again. This time Winnie responded, for she wanted to cum more than life itself. "Fuck yeah! Fuck yeah! Fuck yeah!" she croaked, bracing herself against the cabinet, which if not already positioned against the wall, would probably have been tipped over from the force of their combined fucking.

In and out---Fast---Slow---Hard---Soft---Whatever felt good. 

Winnie came hard. Donnie gave her a moment to enjoy it, then spun her around and the wide-eyed Asian-American giddily shed her dress and hopped up into his arms. Donnie re-entered her as she wrapped her heels behind his hips and locked her arms round his neck. Winnie gasped in surprise when instead of pounding into her as expected; he reached out, putting one hand under her buttocks to help support her, and the other on her breast. A second later he was pinching her nipple, causing her hips to quiver and her pussy to tighten around his cock.

Winnie's breath started to come in short pants as he jackhammered in and out of her.

He felt himself nearing orgasm; knew she was almost there too.

Winnie sobbed and the muscles in her cunt started milking him cock.

That was enough to bring them both off. Donnie roared out as several spurts of cum coated the walls of her vagina. Winnie sobbing happily as her heels slipped from his hips and dropped slowly to the bathroom floor. Moments later she sank to the floor herself, still sobbing.

Weak-kneed, Donnie followed her, and once settled in beside her, kissed her softly, then held her tight. There was a light knock on his bedroom door, and Donnie said, "Come in."

"Should I ... you know?" Dolph asked averting his eyes as his face poked through the slight opening..

"No, not now. Go fuck her again," Donnie called out.

"Um, yeah, okay," Dolph replied, and returned to Evie in the adjoining bedroom and joined her on the bed where she lay spread-eagled, waiting for him.

"They still doing it?" Evie inquired.

"Yeah ... I think they are," Dolph replied still milking his cock.

"Well are they or ain't they?"

"I couldn't see them. But I'd guess they're still going at it."

"You guess, huh?"

"Well, yeah ... I'd guess they were."

Without answering, Evie swung a leg over his face, bringing her steaming twat within inches of his mouth. "Whadda ya think, big boy? You guess what I want from you?"

And before Dolph could answer, she arched her back raising her hips and pressed her mushy cunt against his mouth. 

Dolph had never really eaten a girl out before. He'd kissed a pussy or two, but never got down and dirty with a tangy cunt before; he had spent countless hours envisioning just how he would do it and now his moment of reckoning was at hand.. He put those fantasies to work and had Evie cumming in less than two minutes. 

The one thought that raced though his mind as his tongue came out and licked at her labia was that he'd be tasting his own cum, perhaps consuming all of it. Then he realized that it really didn't matter, he wanted to taste both to see if there was a distinct difference so he could tell when the guys were bullshitting him on the subject. 

Before he knew what was happening, Evie was screaming non-stop as he licked and sucked, even pulled her labia in the process, then drank their comingled body fluids. He soon learned that not only did he love eating pussy, but that he was a natural at it.

This was proven out when he inadvertently flicked her clit with his tongue, and was rewarded with her jamming her mons into his face. Now he knew for certain where a woman's clit was located. He also knew Evie wanted more and decided to give her the full treatment. With a slight adjustment, Dolph's mouth covered her entire cunt, allowing him to suck and slurp her juices. Each time his tongue traversed a different part of her vagina; Evie screamed joyously and pulled his head tighter to her twat.

When he sent his cock into her after that her primal screams brought both Winnie and Donnie from their bed to look into Dolph's bedroom to see just what he was doing to her.

"You're a hot little bitch, Evie," Dolph groaned as he hammered away at her body. "I could fuck you all day and all night and never get tired."

"Do it, then," she croaked, and then moaned happily as he quickened his pace.

Her right hand snaked down her body and between her legs to tickle her clit and she moaned again. "Fuck me, Dolph! Fuck me!"

"Hands and knees, Winnie!" Donnie commanded as they watched the couple fucking crazily on the bed.

Winnie dropped down quickly and assumed the requested position. As wet as she was, Donnie had no problem sending his entire length into her and within seconds he was replicating the same tempo Dolph was using on Evie.

Dolph reached around and palmed one of Evie's tits, but it was not enough for him. He wanted to see them, wanted to squeeze them, wanted everything those wonderful mounds had to offer; as far as he was concerned there were few women anywhere with tits like Evie's.

Dolph withdrew and wiped the sweat from his eyes.

That got him an angry, lusty glare from Evie."C'mon, fuck me!" she crowed and challenged his manhood by straddling him and mashing her breasts against his face.

Dolph's cock slipped right into her sodden cunt and he added his middle finger to her asshole for extra effect.

"Fuck you, huh?" He gasped and sent his cock straight in until he bottomed out with his pelvis mashing against her quivering ass.

"OH, YES! GIVE IT TO MEEEE!" Evie bawled loudly, and Dolph began jackhammering into her as only someone who has done thousands of sit-ups and other abdomen strengthening exercises can manage.

Evie was cumming soon after the initial barrage of rapid stokes began.

He paused to catch his breath then withdrew thinking he might have damaged Evie somehow, for she was making sounds that he had never heard a woman make before.

The cum juices he had induced in her poured out of her cunt the moment his member left her sheath. Both he and Evie were astounded at the amount of bodily fluids that gushed from her depths as her body continued trembling with the aftershock of her powerful orgasm.

And then Dolph did what he had wanted to do from the first time he laid eyes on Evie---he shoved his cock into Evie's ass.

Of course the poor girl screamed. Even if she had lubed herself as Winnie had the act would have caught her off guard. But she hadn't anticipated any anal action; getting laid had been her main priority. Maybe a blowjob; maybe taking on the other guy in a threesome, yeah, that was a reasonable thing under the circumstances, him being so good looking and all, but anal? No way Jose.

Evie's scream was bloodcurdling. She let out a second scream, perhaps louder than the first when Dolph's cock popped past her anal ring.

"Wait, wait, wait!" Her hands pushed futilely against his shoulders. "I---I never said you could go there!"

"Hey, it's okay, baby. Everyone's doing it now. It's the new safe sex," Dolph said smoothly.

Perhaps it was his soothing voice, or the lovely feel of his fingers stroking her oh so tender anal flesh; at any rate, Evie began to relax.

"Well maybe just a little. But go slow ... real slow."

"Sure baby, sure. Easy does it, baby."

Evie began to stiffen as she felt the tip of his cock probing her entrance.

"Remember slow, Dolph. I fuckin' mean it!"

His cockhead moved in slowly, as promised, but soon met a tight band of resistance--- her anal ring had tightened up again.

"Ohhhh wait, wait!" 

He stopped, but didn't back out. "Play with yourself," he said calmly.

It must have been the calmness of his voice that quelled Evie's fears. One might argue that Evie wanted to try anal, and was merely taking advantage of the situation, good or bad.

We may never know the answer, for Evie did as Dolph suggested and reached between her legs, parted her pussy lips and sent two fingers past the delicate folds with Dolph, Donnie and Winnie all watching.

Dolph noticed the other couple about then, and played to his new audience by telling Evie that she had a beautiful cunt.

Evie found his voice alluring, causing her to dismiss her misgivings about what she was doing at his bequest. Throwing herself into the game, Evie began circling her clit with an index finger, large circles at first, then gradually smaller circles. Zeroing in at a slow, steady pace as a familiar rose up from between her legs and she lost herself in the sensations; fingers moving faster, her breath hot against his shoulder.

"Way to go, Dolphie!" Donnie whooped and slapped Winnie on the ass. Dolph didn't bother to reply, but Evie did. " FUCKKK!" she squealed delightedly.

Donnie laughed and reached back and under his balls, nestled against Winnie's luscious ass, and stuck a finger into her anus. He was surprised when it met almost no resistance, but had to laugh when Winnie confessed that she'd lubed herself beforehand.

"I figured you'd do me there, so ...."

"Did Evie do it too?" he asked out of genuine curiosity.

"I really don't know. We ... um, never done this together, you know?"

His curiosity satisfied, Donnie gave Winnie an affectionate slap on the ass, and turned his attention back to Evie and Dolph.

Dolph saw Evie's orgasm approaching, and nudged his cock into her anus a millimeter or so. With no noticeable reaction, he moved in a little more.

"Ohhhh no, baby! Wait, wait, please!" Evie pleaded.

"Keep touching that pussy!" Dolph crooned and gave his cock another nudge.

Evie started to writhe against him. "No---no, I can't take it! Too big---It's too fuckin' big for back there!"

In Evie's mind, his penis felt at least three times its actual size. "C'mon, Dolphie ... for God's sake, stop. I'll suck you off---I'll swallow!" 

"Keep rubbing that sweet little clit."

"Oh, please, please, please, please, please," Evie pleaded, but she continued rubbing her clit, for a nice orgasm was eminent.

"Almost there, baby," Dolph whispered. His voice no longer had a magical quality to it, now sounding coarse and distrustful to Evie.

They both felt her rectum accept the next thrust.

Dolph whooped gleefully.

Evie sobbed, fearing the worst lay ahead. "No---No more---I just can't!"

"Baby, baby," Dolph cooed, "It's already in there. Now let's just get it on back there."

Although still distrustful of his actions, Evie did feel her anus adjusting to being stretched and capitulated, saying softly, "Well, just go easy now. Promise me you'll take it slow?"

"I will, baby, I will," he replied, and eased forward, pressing deeper in incremental movements that didn't cause any alarm for the thin, tight band of flesh that had kept him at bay had now been pushed past, without further resistance.

"Oh my God!"

"What's wrong, baby?"

"I---I feel so filled up!"

"Can you take more of me?"

"Yeah, I think so. But go slow, Baby!"

With both Donnie and Winnie watching breathlessly, Dolph worked his dick in another inch.

"Whoa! No, I mean go on," she moaned.

"Am I hurting you?"

"No, I don't know. I---I guess not."

"More?" Dolph inquired, rocking his hips and sending his member a little deeper.

"Yeah!" Evie chirped happily. "That's good---that's very good!"

"Yeah," Dolph repeated, "That's good baby."

"I can take it baby! I can take it all the way now!" she crowed happily.

Dolph began to pump his dick in and out of her ass, moaning happily each and every time his shaft sank fully into her flesh.

"You're in my ass." Evie crowed again. "Oh my God," she groaned in wonder.

"Now I'm really gonna fuck that ass of yours!" Dolph shouted.

Evie realized that he had just finished penetrating her and wondered if she was ready for a full-fledged assault on her anus and a shiver went through her body..

"No wait! Wait! Slowwwww, baby!" Her thighs began to quiver. "Ohh baby, please, please."

But he was moving in and out of her ass at a faster clip. Cooing to her as he drove deeper with each thrust, "Fuck, baby, you're soooo tight!"

"Am I?" Evie asked, puzzled for she felt that it was now possible to drive a cement truck into the hole her ass now presented.

"I love it, Evie!"

"Really? Really, you like it?" And not needing an answer, she began to meet his thrusts, rocking back against him countering his every push with a pull of her own.

"Flip me, baby," Evie whispered suddenly. She could be a dirty, dirty girl when she wanted to be and Dolph, naturally, loved that side of her. "Fuck my ass from behind."

And so he pulled out with agonizing slowness and watched eagerly as she flipped over and got up onto all fours (an easier ass-fucking position for them both) her palms planted into the mattress and her ass sticking back at him, up in the air again and ready for the taking. She wiggled it enticingly as she looked back over her shoulder, which was one of the sexiest things a girl can do if done right, Dolph thought, and as far as he was concerned, she had cornered the market on executing that particular maneuver.

Dolph stepped between her legs and spread the taut cheeks of her ass with his hands, and looked down at the dark red and wrinkled plot of her anus. It pulsed with the anticipation of his cock violating it once more and that was more than enough inspiration.

He shoveled half his cock into her ass with one vicious thrust.

"OHHH, FUCKKKKK!" she howled.

The other couple watching thought it must have felt like she was being ripped in two.

Evie's fingers flew to her clit to combat the pain with more pleasure, and soon she was whimpering happily again. Dolph, however, continued his assault. A few more thrusts found him buried completely inside her rear portal.

It was then that he paused and looked down at the lewd and magnificent sight of his cock stretching her anus. He turned to Donnie and asked him what he thought of the view.

"Impressive guys, I didn't think you'd manage it. But you did. Congratulations, Evie, you'd make any man proud to fuck that ass of yours."

"Was that a compliment?" Evie asked Dolph, who told her it was one of the finest compliments a man can pay another man's woman. Evie, not all that bright, accepted it as high praise and resumed fucking Dolph, urging him on by screaming: "Fuck me, bitch!"

Dolph roared and gave Evie her wish.

Suddenly Evie was soaring into a tumultuous orgasm. Dolph, unaware, or not caring in the least, increased his tempo for his climax was closer than ever.

The sound of his grunts and groans added to the ferocity of his thrusts enhanced her climax and she came again, for her fingers had regained their place on her clit and were strumming to beat the band.

"Fuck meeeee!"

"Yeah!" he groaned, trying to fuck faster. Now his balls were slapping against her pussy; his fingers using the bones of her pelvis like hand grips, pulling her back to him again and again.

Evie was wild for the feel of him ramming into her ass with such a slick, wild abandon that forever more she would favor anal over vagina penetration.

"FUCK THAT ASS! CUM IN IT! PLEASE ... FUCK THAT ASS!"

The fucking lasted longer than he expected it to, long enough that he lost track of time completely. He was focused only on the sensations of her ass clutching and milking his cock. He did not pay attention to Evie and did not try to give her pleasure of any kind, although she experienced a couple fairly powerful orgasms.

His hands gripped her ass hard enough to leave marks, his fingers digging into the flesh as he violated her bowels. It was animalistic and raw, and they both loved it.

And then Dolph exploded and filled her with what felt like buckets of cum; hot, steaming white fluid that splattered her depths. His cock continued to pulse long after the well ran dry and with each pulse, Evie quivered and felt the little death over and over. 

He pulled out of her with a lewd, wet popping sound and stumbled off the bed into one of the chairs, his legs weary and unable to support him.

Evie fell forward onto her stomach, legs splayed out to the sides, her body limp and useless, her asshole red and gaping by what he had done to her.

Winnie stared in awe as sticky white globs of cum dribbled out of her roommate's hole and over her pussy, now was glistening with her juices and puffed up and twitching from her orgasms.

The only sound to be heard was the sound of their ragged breathing.

"Wow," Evie murmured after several long minutes of peace. There was a dreamy kind of quality to her voice.

Dolph called out to her, "You're a hot little bitch, Evie. You might just be my best fuck ever."

"Can we use the bed now that they're finished?" Winnie asked, impatient to get Donnie inside her again.




Sensualist Pt. 02 Ch. 06



"Why not?" Donnie replied and helped her up, following her and positioning her away from where Evie lay sprawled out obscenely.

Winnie got on all fours and presented her rear-end to Donnie. He forewarned Winnie with a resounding slap to her right ass cheek. It caught her off guard and she passed wind just as his cock penetrated her asshole.

"OHHH!"

"Was that because I just jammed you or because you farted?" he inquired.

"I---I didn't mean to pass gas, Donnie. Honestly I didn't."

"Then shut up and fuck," he said not all that unkindly. The fact was he didn't care about her farting. He was already comparing Winnie's ready acceptance of his member with that of Evie to Dolph. I'm several inches longer than Dolph, yet she's taking me in without crying out. Was she an anal virgin? I have to remember to ask Winnie who fucked her there first.

Donnie busied himself with his compliant partner, biting each cheek of her rosy ass in turn, and sucking long enough on each to leave a good-sized hickey.

Winnie couldn't help but scream again when Donnie had a hand between her legs and began fingering her frothy cunt. Donnie responded by taking a handful of her hair and yanking while extracting his fingers and planting his mouth against the spongy cleft between her legs. At almost the same time he sent his middle finger into her asshole. There was no doubt in anyone's mind that it hurt, for Winnie howled at the unwelcome intrusion into her only virginal orifice.

Two solid smacks on her ass calmed her down and there were no further sounds of protest from her. Everyone in the room including Donnie was surprised by this turn of events.

Donnie realized he might have found a willing submissive. 

Dolph wasn't quite sure what he was seeing. 

Evie knew about Winnie's submissive tendencies, for they had played some games with her taking on the role of Dominatrix. 

Winnie herself was both humiliated and pleased to find that she was receiving the very treatment she'd often fantasized about.

Donnie had to find out and the best way he could think of at the moment was to ask her a question or two. 

"Winnie, are you mine tonight?"

"Oh, yes!" she quickly answered. 

Donnie recalled DeSade's novels claiming that telling a woman what you intend doing to her is tantamount to inflaming her desire and lust simply because you have informed her that you are serious and capable of doing exactly what you say you will.

"I'm going to spank you every time you anger me."

He uttered the words in front of a startled Winnie along with Evie and Dolph---both of whom said nothing, but their eyes went wide with interest in what would certainly follow.

Donnie made certain his voice was steady and did not waver. He looked directly into Winnie's eyes and said: "I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to use my fingers, mouth and cock. I may spank you and I'll certainly open your asshole up."

He stared directly into her eyes: "Are you ready for me?"

He needed some assurance from her that he could do all the things he'd said he was going to do to her.

Winnie's legs were shaking as she deliberated her answer. She wanted to say yes, but she feared what that might mean. She looked at her friend Evie for help, but got nothing in the way of reassurance.

"You're already wet for me," Donnie said, smiling into her eyes.

Winnie nodded, acknowledging the fact; her eyes darted around to Evie, Dolph and finally settling on Donnie.

"Open your mouth for me." He said it firmly, without any malice.

Winnie complied with a soft whimper and Donnie sent two fingers inside her open maw then told her to suck on them.

She did so and he thought it was almost like she was sucking his cock---with her lips sliding along his fingers as if it were his foreskin.

"Good girl." he said looking at Dolph and Evie as Winnie dutifully sucked away at his fingers.

"Good girl" he said after pulling the fingers from her mouth and slipping them into the sodden depths of her cunt.

"Good girl!" he cooed as the crown of his cock slithered into her wide open mouth.

"Dolph, be a buddy and let me borrow your cock for a moment or so."

"Umm, what?" Dolph said, puzzled by the request.

Donnie plucked his erection from Winnie's mouth. "Let her try your cock for a minute or so. See if she can get it up so you can fuck Evie again."

"Yeah, but it's got... you know, fecal matter on it from her ass," he protested.

"You don't mind if Evie's taste is on his cock, do you Winnie? You'll still suck it, won't you?"

Winnie's eyes seemed to be everywhere at once, looking at Evie then Donnie and last at Dolph's cock as it neared her still open mouth. Winnie licked her lips.

Everyone waited. Everyone held their breath.

Winnie reached out, caught Dolph's semi-hard erection and placed it on her tongue and began to suck him off.

That wasn't so bad, she thought, and remembered to play with his balls to help him rise to full size.

"That's my girl!" Donnie crowed.

Dolph was smiling. She's good at this, he thought.

"He's got her, hook-line and sinker, Evie told herself and smiled when Winnie glanced her way.

After Winnie had thoroughly cleansed Dolph's penis, and nursed him back to full size, Donnie had Evie retrieve his cock to use as she saw fit.

Evie was content to continue the blow job Winnie had started inasmuch as she had cleaned off Dolph's cock. She dropped to her knees alongside her girlfriend and resumed fellating him while Donnie had Winnie move several feet away where he held her to his chest and told her she was a 'Good Girl.'

"There are some things you need to know," Donnie said softly. Dolph never heard him. Evie was able to make out some, but not all of what he told Winnie, and would question her at length later that night without getting a reply.

"I own you, Winnie. I will make you cum, but that will only happen when I tell you---when I give you permission. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Donnie. I understand."

"Yes," he replied in a kind voice, "I guess you do, but there's more. You will not cum until I tell you it is okay to do so. Do you understand? Please repeat what I'm asking of you."

"You---you own me," Winnie stammered. "Umm, you'll make me cum, but only when you give me permission to cum. Did I get it right?"

"Yes, very good," he said.

Winnie relaxed at his last words, and Donnie bristled at the fact and quickly added more demands. "Damn it Winnie, I want to hear you say yes to the following: I will make you do things you have never done before. Things that you abhor, I may turn you into a wanton whore ... you're not already a whore, are you, Winnie?"

"NO!"

I may take you into the world of BDSM, bondage and sadism, if you don't know the acronym it means ...."

"I know what it means, Donnie."

Donnie was already kissing and licking Winnie's breasts. It was something he'd meant to do the previous night when he had her in the bathroom, but they had gotten so hot for each other that all they'd accomplished was a fast and furious fuck.

"Do the other one---please!" she moaned as his mouth left her right breast and moved to the left. "Ohhh, that's nice!" Winnie cooed as he popped away from a nipple and returned to its twin.

Donnie's hand was busy between her legs, fingering her already squishy cunt and causing her nails to rake his back, leaving long red scratches.

Everyone heard Winnie's forlorn groan of despair. Donnie had Winnie's hands crossed and pinned above her head before starting to kiss his way down her body. When she realized where he was headed, she tensed up; she loved it when someone went down on her. Only one guy had, and he had been special. Evie and another woman had sampled her as well, but this turned out to be different, very different.

Her breathing turned into a series of ragged gasps as his mouth and tongue slowly tantalized her inner thighs. "Do it! Please ... do it!" she called out in a weak voice.

"Do what?" Donnie teased.

"You know ...."

"No I don't know. What is it you want me to do?"

"EAT ME!" Winnie screamed so loud that both Evie and Dolph stopped in mid-fuck to listen to the couple in the adjoining bedroom.

Donnie concentrated on her clit, licking and sucking while fingering her cunt and asshole.

Winnie was trying to contain the orgasm building within, but frightened of failing to do it and the consequences for failing. She knew he was pushing her, to see if she could control herself. She started thinking about what would happen if she did. She fought the urge, but felt herself losing the battle as his mouth and finger brought her climax closer and closer.

"Let me cum ... Please let me cum!"

"Not yet," Donnie said, and everyone heard Winnie's forlorn groan of despair. 

Winnie continued to beg; for each time he pulled his fingers back, she felt more and more of her juices flow with him. He tried something slightly different and took her labia between his teeth and stretched it. Startled she screamed at what she thought was pain but proved to be only pleasure a moment later. He counted to seven before releasing the engorged lip and returned to tonguing her cunt and lapping away at the sudden expulsion of juices from the depths of her cunt.

Donnie felt her pussy spasm as she slowly lost all control. He knew she couldn't hold back much longer; she had already stopped begging him to let her cum and just sobbed helplessly.

He pulled his mouth away, but kept his fingers churning inside her, rubbing her g-spot, teasing every area his fingers could possibly reach and all the while whispering: "Not yet. Not yet. Not yet."

Donnie went down on her with a vengeance and had her screaming almost non-stop as he pulled, sucked and drank her honey. He reached forward and flicked her clit with his tongue, and was rewarded with her jamming her mons into his face while groaning, "I can---I can---I can."

He knew she could take more of the same and gave it to her. With a slight adjustment, Donnie's mouth covered her entire cunt, allowing him to suck and slurp her juices. Each time his tongue traversed a different part of her vagina, Winnie screamed "I can" again.

Her primal screams brought both Evie and Dolph from their bed to look into Donnie's bedroom to see just what he was doing to Winnie.

She was about to lose all control over her body, but was brought up short when Donnie, hissed in her ear, "Remember do not cum! I forbid it! I will tell you when. Do you understand?" 

He ran a finger along her swollen soaked labia causing her to shudder as she nodded her head in understanding. Donnie recalled having wanted to try this with his high school flame, Alice, but hadn't had enough time with her. Now he welcomed the opportunity to try his dominant side on what he thought to be a pliant subject. 

Winnie's entire body quaked as she fought to hold back. He pulled his fingers out and watched her pussy clench against nothing. He watched her teeter on the edge, found that he was unable to torment her any further and thrust his fingers back into her, pushing as deep as they would go. He closed his eyes and grinned as her pussy clamped tight on his fingers. He pulled them out quickly again, waited a few seconds then shoved them deep again. He repeated this each time leaving her empty for a little longer than before. His hand was wet with her juices.

Winnie picked that moment to cross over from playing submissive to becoming one. 

With a coarse croak she pleaded: "Sir ... oh please Sir ... Please let your pet cum for you." 

Her labia had swollen to twice its normal size. Her juices were flowing freely and Donnie was amazed that she had yet to cum; that she was managing to hold her climax back all this time.

"You may cum now, Winnie," Donnie said.

"OHHHHHHHH!" she exclaimed, and came with a rush, squirting and farting simultaneously. She felt as if part of her was dying with the humiliation of being watched by the others while the other part of her was thrilled by the sheer pleasure at the ability to release her long pent-up orgasm.

"Thank you ... thank you ... thank you!" she whispered when she was able to get the words out.

"You are most welcome, Winnie. I do hope that we can take this further if and when you can."

"Yes Master," Winnie responded, and Donnie found it difficult to believe his ears.

Evie, still in the throes of her umpteenth orgasm whimpered at the loss of Dolph's penis as it slipped away from her cum filled twat. "Wanna lick that shit out of my pussy, Dolphie?" she inquired seriously.

Never having considered the possibility before, Dolph took a moment to consider the request before stammering, "Nuh---no, not me! No thanks!" Leaving Evie leaning over the chair with his cum now trailing down the inside of her thighs, stunned at this turn of events.

"Some momma's boy you are!" Evie said tauntingly, not expecting her words to have any serious effect on Dolph, who was now out of her life forever. 

Her words and his shame at not being capable of going down on her while his roomie watched were sufficient humiliation and he left the room, found his clothing, dressed and departed without another word.

Wandering into the room where Donnie lay with Winnie, Evie said tonelessly, "Sorry about that." Donnie nodded as if it were expected, and nonplused asked Evie, "Did I hear her right? Did she call me Master?"

"She did. You find that surprising? We've been playing Mistress and slave at our place for a while now."

"So ... you're the Dom? You have outfits and equipment?"

"Not really, but I know where to buy whatever we need."

Winnie said nothing during this conversation, but waited to be told what she would be doing next, secure in the knowledge that her Master would be issuing instructions.

"Make a suggestion list for me tomorrow, would you please, Evie?"

"Certainly ..." and after a beat she added: "It would be my pleasure ... Donnie, or should I call you Dommie?"

"Don is fine, Evie. Now I suggest you two take a long shower before getting back home."