Cathy & Donna II
Leaning against the ballroom wall at the reunion event, Cathy’s thoughts and memories moved on. If the gymnasium sex had been just an isolated indulgence it would have been easy to dismiss. However, once tempted by the pleasure of sex with another woman, Cathy’s need had grown into a consuming desire. She had found that her concentration was ruined, that she could think of almost nothing else except re-running that extraordinary experience in her mind. Revisiting the pleasure of sex with Donna so aroused her that, twice at school and once at home, she had needed to retreat to the bathroom and give herself orgasms – at school, she then had to wear her panties soaked with her pussy juices for the rest of the day and found such a secretly naughty experience erotically thrilling.
She had managed to get as far as the weekend after the sexual escapade with Donna, but by Saturday could hold out no longer. While doing the weekend grocery shop at the local mall, she had called Donna’s private cellphone number, and then with nervous hesitation – anticipating a rebuff – had asked if there they could get together. When Donna had excitedly said that she would love to, and just to say when, Cathy felt dizzy pussy juices wet the gusset of her panties. Cathy had tightly squeezed her legs together and hastened into the ladies’ toilet. Once in the privacy of a cubicle, she had pulled her skirt up to her waist, stripped her sodden panties down to her ankles, and sat on the toilet with her legs spread as wide apart as the walls would allow. With almost erotic desperation, she slipped two fingers of her right hand deep into her vagina, while the thumb and forefinger of her other hand found her clit and flicked it sensuously. She took her time, wanting her orgasm to build slowly. Cathy could feel her pussy begin to ooze come onto her fingers, and then it began. She had to bite her sweater to muffle the sounds of an orgasm that was more intensely satisfying than she could remember. Her mind wandered to the fact that she was so wantonly masturbating – even in a public bathroom – and that, was a really worrying thing!
Donna had given her an address and told her to come as soon as she liked and to stay for as long as she wanted. All Cathy wanted was to get fucked and that was all she could think about as she finished the rest of the shopping and drove home. With her heart in her mouth, Cathy mumbled something to the effect that she was meeting Andrea (an old friend) to do some clothes shopping, but would be back in time for dinner – she had been sure this would sound patently false, but they had barely lifted their eyes from the screen to wave an acknowledgement, not really taking in the details.
Cathy went up to her bedroom to get ready thinking what could such a pretty young woman see in an middle-aged mother like me, she thought with mixed wonder and despair. But then she regarded herself critically in the mirror. She still had a very good figure, that of an athlete, compact, slender, lithe. Her breasts were that large; they were pert and shapely, with dark erect nipples. They were complemented by her supple posture, flat stomach, and trim thighs. I would do me, she thought with a smile. She had a hasty shower, shaved away her pussy hair and then dabbed some perfume around her crotch and on her breasts. She chose some of her finest and most daring lingerie, adding a garter belt that held up thigh-high stockings a skimpy bra and thong-style panties. All black. On top she had a casual, but tight and short, denim skirt with buttons all the way down the front, and a scoop-neck three-quarter sleeve top in bright red. A denim jacket that matched the skirt finished the look. Snatching up her car keys, Cathy had almost fled from the house, her heart pounding with a burning, consuming, exhilarating desire. Her thong panties were already damp when she pulled up in front of the apartment where Donna lived. She rested her head against the steering wheel and wondered what sort of brazen slut had she become?
Donna lived in an apartment in a 1950s condominium, in a part of town that was still quite fashionable, pleasant and safe. Cathy rang the buzzer next to Donna’s name, and after she identified herself. The door catch was released, and she entered the cool lobby. Her new lover (oh, Lord, she felt a pang of guilt thinking of Donna as her lover) lived on the fourth floor and was standing in her open doorway ready to greet Cathy as she walked along from the elevator. Cathy was reassured by the unmistakable expression of delight and pleasure on the Donna’s face. Donna’s smile was too genuine, the sparkle of pleasure in her eyes too unfeigned and Cathy’s guilt lessened.
Donna seized her hand and drew her eagerly into the hallway of the apartment – and, as soon as the door closed behind Cathy, they fell into each other’s arms, kissing passionately, their hands running over shoulders, backs, waists and – for the longest while – breasts. Donna drew back after a moment and spoke shakily, her eyes almost glistening with unshed tears.
‘I couldn’t believe it when you called, I’m so thrilled – and so glad you don’t regret what we did. I’ve been thinking about you ever since, hoping we could make love properly, privately and in a proper bed – and here you are, it’s a dream come true!’
Donna kissed Cathy on the lips, and led her by the hand into her bedroom and to a large king-sized bed. Cathy stood still, enjoying the delicate fluttering of Donna’s fingers as she undressed her, and sweetly complimented her on how hot she looked in the denim mini-skirt and white boots. Donna had a boot fetish, whispered to Cathy to keep on; she wanted to fuck her with her boots on. Within a few minutes, Cathy had lost her jacket, top and skirt, and was standing in just her bra, panties and the white boots. Donna stepped back to take a look. “I can’t wait to fuck you.” At this, Cathy blushed like a virgin schoolgirl.
Donna was wearing a silk kimono wrap, and now it was her turn to stand quietly as Cathy undid the belt and pulled it open, revealing a very sexy set of lingerie Donna’s shapely breasts were displayed in a half-cup black bra, attractively trimmed in black lace, and her pussy was barely covered by the tiny triangular front of a matching floral lace thong with delicate shoestring sides.
Cathy’s eyes were round with desire, her knees were weak and trembling. She could feel her pussy juicing already; her thong was now soaked. With a tender smile, Donna led the still-nearly-lesbian-virgin to the bed, and lay Cathy down on her back. Donna joined her laying on her side, their arms and legs soon entwining. She whispered: “I have a surprise for you later, but first you need to make me come.” Cathy ‘s hand went to Donna’s barely clad crotch and began to stroke her slit. As she did so her mouth nibbled Donna’s neck and ear, every so often slipping her tongue into her ear. Donna raised her arms over her head. Seeing her exposed armpit, Cathy began to scratch it lightly and brought her mouth to it as well.
“I love armpits,” Cathy said. “God, that feel so good,” Donna replied.
Donna’s hips began to rise and fall, at one point her hips moved so far that Cathy’s hand rose above the waistband of Donna’s panties. As Donna’s hips released back, Cathy slipped her hand inside Donna’s panties and moved down to her pussy. A finger curled inside Donna as her thumb flicked her clit. At the same time, Cathy began to bite and suck on the inside of Donna’s armpit.
“Are you going to mark me?”
“Yes, so when you raise your arms in gym class, every girl will see that you got fucked.” And at that thought, Donna came, flooding Cathy’s hand with come.
After few minutes, Donna got up from the bed. When she returned, Cathy’s jaw dropped as Donna dangled from her hand strapon with a large fake plastic phallus. Cathy was amazed and secretly thrilled at the size the fake penis. It looked like it was ten inches long and thicker than any real cock she had ever seen. Lying back in the missionary position, her head resting on the pillows and her legs spread wantonly apart, Cathy watched in fascination as Donna buckled the harness around her waist – the device also had a smaller inner rod – which was intended for the vagina of the wearer, thus ensuring that both partners received penetrative sexual stimulation. Once Donna had it fitted to her satisfaction, she moved between Cathy’s legs. “This is your surprise.”
Cathy eyes went wide, looking at it between Donna’s legs. Still. The dildo seemed, well, very BIG and well very LONG and very WIDE
After spreading some lubricant along the shaft, Donna peeled off Cathy’s panties and knelt on the mattress between Cathy’s spread legs. For a moment she stroked Cathy’s pussy, separating the labia and probing the gash between. It was quite soft and wet, for Cathy had orgasmed already that afternoon – in fact, she thought the lubricant jelly was unnecessary. Still as Donna moved forwards and pressed the ridged knob of the dildo against her labia, Cathy could feel herself tensing up. She swallowed nervously as Donna firmly slid the imitation cock into her – its width stretched her in a way that made her feel amazingly filled.
Cathy’s voice caught in the back of her throat, an indrawn shudder and a trembling exhalation, as the dildo sank further and further into her. “My God!! it’s in all the way,” she thought with shock and a surge of pride. Supporting herself above Cathy on her hands and arms, her torso rotated at her hips, pulling the dildo almost out, running it back in again, and repeating that process with a slowly building pace. The feeling was incredibly erotic; in and out went the fake cock, Donna kept a pace that had Cathy on the edge of an orgasm but never letting her climax. Both girls glistened with perspiration, as Cathy begged Donna to let her come.
“Not yet.” Donna pulled her cock out of Cathy’s pussy.
“On your hands and knees.” Cathy turned over and knelt with her hips high in the air. Donna was on her knees behind Cathy as she slowly reinserted her fake cock int Cathy’s pussy. All the way. “Oh, god” moaned Cathy as Donna began to fuck her again. As she drilled Cathy, Donna dribbled lube onto Caty’s rosebud and began to lube it, slightly slipping a finger just inside. Then she pulled out of Cathy.
“You’re going to do my ass?” She got her answer as the fake cock pressed against her sphincter. “But, I’ve never had anyone do …”
And Donna penetrated her. “Oh, oh, oh … “ Cathy moaned as Donna went deeper and deeper. Cathy felt her head exploding as she was getting fucked. She had never been so fucked. There was just no other word for it: she was being anally fucked for the first time and it felt so good. Cathy reached between her legs and began to finger her clit. Donna was now giving Cathy the entire ten inched from behind. Cathy began a low, long moan as she felt it coming. And then it hit her; she was coming ... coming … coming ... oh, god. “I’m fucking COMING, FUCKING COMING!!!” She moaned as she climaxed, the biggest and best one yet – not just of today but, perhaps, of ever.
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Cathy could feel her sphincter pucker as thought back soberly on that episode. Leaning against the wall at the busy reunion event, she shivered to herself, despite the warmth that was building up in the ballroom..
As her memory dwelt on these two sessions of incredible sexual fireworks, Cathy’s eyes continued to be drawn across the room to the woman who had lit her lesbian fuse. Tonight, Donna was a striking figure in a bright red halter neck dress of soft jersey material; it was fitted at the waist so that it gently flared over the hips, making her slender form appear curvier and more feminine than usual. Apart from the dress, she was wearing only a pair of matching red wedge sandals. Undressing her in her mind, Cathy wondered if Donna was wearing anything beneath the dress. A bra was out of the question with its deep bare back. She shocked herself still more, for the very thought that the younger woman might be naked under her short dress sent a wave of pulsating wetness that soaked her panties and she felt faint with desire.
As if drawn by an irresistible magnetism, Cathy’s orbits of the room were coming closer and closer to Donna. Although Donna was doing nothing overt to entice her, it was evident from the brief glances that she darted in Cathy’s direction that she was constantly aware of where her lover was. There was a spark between them and Cathy was being drawn like a moth to the candle and with a soft sigh, she willingly embraced her fate, and walked up to greet Donna.
With a glowing smile, Donna drew Cathy in behind the serving tables, and the two women leaned against the wall of the ballroom, in a pocket of quiet where no one could overhear their softly-spoken conversation
‘You want me, don’t you, Cathy?’
Cathy’s mouth was suddenly dry, and as her heart raced -- all that she could manage was a wordless nod.
“I have a room upstairs” Donna whispered. Carol nodded her agreement. Donna gave Cathy her room key and asked her to slip out first and that she would follow in a minute or two, making sure that no one would notice their departure.
Cathy’s head was still a whirl of tension and excitement as she unlocked the hotel room and pulled the blinds down on the windows before turning on the lights. Cathy took off her jacket and hiked her skirt up to her waist so she could rub the crotch of her brief red panties.
Donna slipped quietly through the doorway. Her smile broadened at the sight of Cathy with her skirt pulled up halfway to her waist. Cathy’s right hand was now inside her panties, groping her pussy. She quickly snatched it out and smoothed down her skirt, blushing with shame. Donna locked the door from inside, and then turned back to Cathy and realized that Cathy was on the edge of tears.
‘What’s the matter, Cathy?’ she enquired with tender concern.
Donna deduced that Cathy was terrified that she would be discovered – destroying not only her career, but still more her marriage and her family. Donna assured her that their relationship was just one of special friends who were enjoying their bodies together purely for fun and relaxation, almost innocently.
‘‘Oh?’ breathed Cathy, feeling a great weight lift from her shoulders as she shed her guilt and saw matters in a new light. With mischievous pleasure, she turned to face Donna, reaching out and fondling her breasts through the thin jersey fabric of her dress, giving her nipples a firm tweak. Donna slid into Cathy’s open arms for a long, passionate kiss. When they came up for air, Cathy was distracted by Donna unbuttoning and removing her silk shirt, leaving her nude above the waist apart from a small and lacy red bra and her pearl necklace. Donna stroked and squeezed Cathy’s breasts before removing her bra.
Cathy reached behind Donna’s back to pull on the bow tie of her halter top. Then, taking one side of the undone halter in each hand, she slowly peeled the dress down Donna’s front, in the process revealing her small breasts and their stiffening rosebud nipples. Cathy felt like she was unwrapping a birthday present – and so perhaps it was, she mused, that this was indeed the first day of her new life. She could be bisexual and enjoy uncomplicated and uncommitted fun with other women.
Cathy was not surprised to find that Donna was indeed naked under the eye-catching little halter dress – there could be no bra, and the naughty young temptress had no panties on either, nothing but a pair of black hold-up stockings.
Donna announced with mischievous glee that she had ‘a surprise’ for Cathy. Wearing only her shoes and the hold-ups, she walked over to the bag which she had brought in with her and produced the strap-on dildo!
Cathy nearly swooned at the mental image that the fake cock conjured up, and her pussy oozed with sexual juices. “So” said Cathy huskily, her voice hoarse with the anticipation of getting fucked once more, “How do you want me, then?”
“Everyway I can!” laughed Donna and she kissed Cathy’s breasts; “Right now, bend over on the bed, take a grip its edges and stick out your butt.” Donna then spread Cathy's legs as far as she could.
While she got into a fuckable position, Donna stepped into the strap-on’s harness and was tightening the final buckles. Cathy wet her lips, still slightly anxious, as Donna moved purposefully up behind her rump, and lined up the long pink rod of the dildo with Cathy’s gaping vagina. Cathy felt two warm hands take a hold of her on either side, just above her hips, then she felt a firm pressure against her labia, and then Donna entered her. Cathy forgot how wide and deep the fake cock was and she moaned, her head tossing from side to side, as she was taken deeper and deeper.
Donna pulled the dildo backwards and Cathy felt like it her whole pussy was being vacuumed out with it. Donna pushed her cock in again, far faster and harder than the withdrawal. Cathy gasped aloud. She felt more filled and penetrated than she had ever known before, and it was turning her mind and body inside out. Donna stepped up her tempo and Cathy clutched desperately at the edge of the bed and moanded with each of Donna’s thrusts. Cathy’s hips moved in to take Donna’s cock even deeper.
Cathy’s mouth was hanging open, and her glazed and unfocused eyes were fixed on the bare wall in front of her. Her hair was unkempt and sweat-soaked, and rivulets of moisture ran down the groove of her spine and the valley of her cleavage. She trembled and shook, her flanks quivering under the impact of each penetration, and yet she strove to arch her hips wider apart, to push her ass up higher in the air by standing on her toes, and in every way to make herself more open and more accessible to the fucking. Her breath was a mixture of deep pants and gasps, mixed with shaky and wailing exhalations. She began to give utterance to broken imprecations and exhortations to go faster, to drive deeper, and to fuck her. As her climax started to build from somewhere way below her solar plexus, acquiring the momentum of an earthquake, she began to whimper and plead that Donna allow her to come.
Donna knew that the decisive moment was at hand. To Cathy’s bewilderment, Donna slid the dildo out and did not immediately reinsert it, instead waiting for an appreciable interval. As Cathy hung on the cusp of climax, her nerves stretched in a near-ecstasy that was hardly distinguishable from near-agony, Donna relished her dominance and her total sexual conquest of this lesbian ingenue. Then, unable herself to resist the erotic charge of the moment, she slid the dildo in again – but not fast, not hard, not with the pace which had been built up previously, but with a slow spearing that felt to its recipient even more powerful, more inexorable, more immense.
Cathy’s back arched, her ass jerking up in the air and her tits mashing down on the bed, and her eyes were screwed tightly closed as her orgasm arrived in an erotic explosion. Donna drove the dildo in again and Cathy almost fell to pieces, giving a low scream of orgasmic shock and then collapsing like a puppet who’s strings have been severed, bonelessly flopping down across the bed.
Her head was in a daze, exhaustion mixing with euphoria. So this was what she had been missing all those years? While she was preoccupied with this question, Donna rolled her over onto her back and then took her in her arms, and for a few relaxed moments they rested in the friendly embrace of each other’s arms. Suddenly, Cathy stiffened with a return of her old anxiety, and they realized that over an hour had passed. Although they paused for some final strokes of breasts and several quick and sweet kisses, they quickly put their lingerie and outer clothes back on and brushed their hair.
She had managed to get as far as the weekend after the sexual escapade with Donna, but by Saturday could hold out no longer. While doing the weekend grocery shop at the local mall, she had called Donna’s private cellphone number, and then with nervous hesitation – anticipating a rebuff – had asked if there they could get together. When Donna had excitedly said that she would love to, and just to say when, Cathy felt dizzy pussy juices wet the gusset of her panties. Cathy had tightly squeezed her legs together and hastened into the ladies’ toilet. Once in the privacy of a cubicle, she had pulled her skirt up to her waist, stripped her sodden panties down to her ankles, and sat on the toilet with her legs spread as wide apart as the walls would allow. With almost erotic desperation, she slipped two fingers of her right hand deep into her vagina, while the thumb and forefinger of her other hand found her clit and flicked it sensuously. She took her time, wanting her orgasm to build slowly. Cathy could feel her pussy begin to ooze come onto her fingers, and then it began. She had to bite her sweater to muffle the sounds of an orgasm that was more intensely satisfying than she could remember. Her mind wandered to the fact that she was so wantonly masturbating – even in a public bathroom – and that, was a really worrying thing!
Donna had given her an address and told her to come as soon as she liked and to stay for as long as she wanted. All Cathy wanted was to get fucked and that was all she could think about as she finished the rest of the shopping and drove home. With her heart in her mouth, Cathy mumbled something to the effect that she was meeting Andrea (an old friend) to do some clothes shopping, but would be back in time for dinner – she had been sure this would sound patently false, but they had barely lifted their eyes from the screen to wave an acknowledgement, not really taking in the details.
Cathy went up to her bedroom to get ready thinking what could such a pretty young woman see in an middle-aged mother like me, she thought with mixed wonder and despair. But then she regarded herself critically in the mirror. She still had a very good figure, that of an athlete, compact, slender, lithe. Her breasts were that large; they were pert and shapely, with dark erect nipples. They were complemented by her supple posture, flat stomach, and trim thighs. I would do me, she thought with a smile. She had a hasty shower, shaved away her pussy hair and then dabbed some perfume around her crotch and on her breasts. She chose some of her finest and most daring lingerie, adding a garter belt that held up thigh-high stockings a skimpy bra and thong-style panties. All black. On top she had a casual, but tight and short, denim skirt with buttons all the way down the front, and a scoop-neck three-quarter sleeve top in bright red. A denim jacket that matched the skirt finished the look. Snatching up her car keys, Cathy had almost fled from the house, her heart pounding with a burning, consuming, exhilarating desire. Her thong panties were already damp when she pulled up in front of the apartment where Donna lived. She rested her head against the steering wheel and wondered what sort of brazen slut had she become?
Donna lived in an apartment in a 1950s condominium, in a part of town that was still quite fashionable, pleasant and safe. Cathy rang the buzzer next to Donna’s name, and after she identified herself. The door catch was released, and she entered the cool lobby. Her new lover (oh, Lord, she felt a pang of guilt thinking of Donna as her lover) lived on the fourth floor and was standing in her open doorway ready to greet Cathy as she walked along from the elevator. Cathy was reassured by the unmistakable expression of delight and pleasure on the Donna’s face. Donna’s smile was too genuine, the sparkle of pleasure in her eyes too unfeigned and Cathy’s guilt lessened.
Donna seized her hand and drew her eagerly into the hallway of the apartment – and, as soon as the door closed behind Cathy, they fell into each other’s arms, kissing passionately, their hands running over shoulders, backs, waists and – for the longest while – breasts. Donna drew back after a moment and spoke shakily, her eyes almost glistening with unshed tears.
‘I couldn’t believe it when you called, I’m so thrilled – and so glad you don’t regret what we did. I’ve been thinking about you ever since, hoping we could make love properly, privately and in a proper bed – and here you are, it’s a dream come true!’
Donna kissed Cathy on the lips, and led her by the hand into her bedroom and to a large king-sized bed. Cathy stood still, enjoying the delicate fluttering of Donna’s fingers as she undressed her, and sweetly complimented her on how hot she looked in the denim mini-skirt and white boots. Donna had a boot fetish, whispered to Cathy to keep on; she wanted to fuck her with her boots on. Within a few minutes, Cathy had lost her jacket, top and skirt, and was standing in just her bra, panties and the white boots. Donna stepped back to take a look. “I can’t wait to fuck you.” At this, Cathy blushed like a virgin schoolgirl.
Donna was wearing a silk kimono wrap, and now it was her turn to stand quietly as Cathy undid the belt and pulled it open, revealing a very sexy set of lingerie Donna’s shapely breasts were displayed in a half-cup black bra, attractively trimmed in black lace, and her pussy was barely covered by the tiny triangular front of a matching floral lace thong with delicate shoestring sides.
Cathy’s eyes were round with desire, her knees were weak and trembling. She could feel her pussy juicing already; her thong was now soaked. With a tender smile, Donna led the still-nearly-lesbian-virgin to the bed, and lay Cathy down on her back. Donna joined her laying on her side, their arms and legs soon entwining. She whispered: “I have a surprise for you later, but first you need to make me come.” Cathy ‘s hand went to Donna’s barely clad crotch and began to stroke her slit. As she did so her mouth nibbled Donna’s neck and ear, every so often slipping her tongue into her ear. Donna raised her arms over her head. Seeing her exposed armpit, Cathy began to scratch it lightly and brought her mouth to it as well.
“I love armpits,” Cathy said. “God, that feel so good,” Donna replied.
Donna’s hips began to rise and fall, at one point her hips moved so far that Cathy’s hand rose above the waistband of Donna’s panties. As Donna’s hips released back, Cathy slipped her hand inside Donna’s panties and moved down to her pussy. A finger curled inside Donna as her thumb flicked her clit. At the same time, Cathy began to bite and suck on the inside of Donna’s armpit.
“Are you going to mark me?”
“Yes, so when you raise your arms in gym class, every girl will see that you got fucked.” And at that thought, Donna came, flooding Cathy’s hand with come.
After few minutes, Donna got up from the bed. When she returned, Cathy’s jaw dropped as Donna dangled from her hand strapon with a large fake plastic phallus. Cathy was amazed and secretly thrilled at the size the fake penis. It looked like it was ten inches long and thicker than any real cock she had ever seen. Lying back in the missionary position, her head resting on the pillows and her legs spread wantonly apart, Cathy watched in fascination as Donna buckled the harness around her waist – the device also had a smaller inner rod – which was intended for the vagina of the wearer, thus ensuring that both partners received penetrative sexual stimulation. Once Donna had it fitted to her satisfaction, she moved between Cathy’s legs. “This is your surprise.”
Cathy eyes went wide, looking at it between Donna’s legs. Still. The dildo seemed, well, very BIG and well very LONG and very WIDE
After spreading some lubricant along the shaft, Donna peeled off Cathy’s panties and knelt on the mattress between Cathy’s spread legs. For a moment she stroked Cathy’s pussy, separating the labia and probing the gash between. It was quite soft and wet, for Cathy had orgasmed already that afternoon – in fact, she thought the lubricant jelly was unnecessary. Still as Donna moved forwards and pressed the ridged knob of the dildo against her labia, Cathy could feel herself tensing up. She swallowed nervously as Donna firmly slid the imitation cock into her – its width stretched her in a way that made her feel amazingly filled.
Cathy’s voice caught in the back of her throat, an indrawn shudder and a trembling exhalation, as the dildo sank further and further into her. “My God!! it’s in all the way,” she thought with shock and a surge of pride. Supporting herself above Cathy on her hands and arms, her torso rotated at her hips, pulling the dildo almost out, running it back in again, and repeating that process with a slowly building pace. The feeling was incredibly erotic; in and out went the fake cock, Donna kept a pace that had Cathy on the edge of an orgasm but never letting her climax. Both girls glistened with perspiration, as Cathy begged Donna to let her come.
“Not yet.” Donna pulled her cock out of Cathy’s pussy.
“On your hands and knees.” Cathy turned over and knelt with her hips high in the air. Donna was on her knees behind Cathy as she slowly reinserted her fake cock int Cathy’s pussy. All the way. “Oh, god” moaned Cathy as Donna began to fuck her again. As she drilled Cathy, Donna dribbled lube onto Caty’s rosebud and began to lube it, slightly slipping a finger just inside. Then she pulled out of Cathy.
“You’re going to do my ass?” She got her answer as the fake cock pressed against her sphincter. “But, I’ve never had anyone do …”
And Donna penetrated her. “Oh, oh, oh … “ Cathy moaned as Donna went deeper and deeper. Cathy felt her head exploding as she was getting fucked. She had never been so fucked. There was just no other word for it: she was being anally fucked for the first time and it felt so good. Cathy reached between her legs and began to finger her clit. Donna was now giving Cathy the entire ten inched from behind. Cathy began a low, long moan as she felt it coming. And then it hit her; she was coming ... coming … coming ... oh, god. “I’m fucking COMING, FUCKING COMING!!!” She moaned as she climaxed, the biggest and best one yet – not just of today but, perhaps, of ever.
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Cathy could feel her sphincter pucker as thought back soberly on that episode. Leaning against the wall at the busy reunion event, she shivered to herself, despite the warmth that was building up in the ballroom..
As her memory dwelt on these two sessions of incredible sexual fireworks, Cathy’s eyes continued to be drawn across the room to the woman who had lit her lesbian fuse. Tonight, Donna was a striking figure in a bright red halter neck dress of soft jersey material; it was fitted at the waist so that it gently flared over the hips, making her slender form appear curvier and more feminine than usual. Apart from the dress, she was wearing only a pair of matching red wedge sandals. Undressing her in her mind, Cathy wondered if Donna was wearing anything beneath the dress. A bra was out of the question with its deep bare back. She shocked herself still more, for the very thought that the younger woman might be naked under her short dress sent a wave of pulsating wetness that soaked her panties and she felt faint with desire.
As if drawn by an irresistible magnetism, Cathy’s orbits of the room were coming closer and closer to Donna. Although Donna was doing nothing overt to entice her, it was evident from the brief glances that she darted in Cathy’s direction that she was constantly aware of where her lover was. There was a spark between them and Cathy was being drawn like a moth to the candle and with a soft sigh, she willingly embraced her fate, and walked up to greet Donna.
With a glowing smile, Donna drew Cathy in behind the serving tables, and the two women leaned against the wall of the ballroom, in a pocket of quiet where no one could overhear their softly-spoken conversation
‘You want me, don’t you, Cathy?’
Cathy’s mouth was suddenly dry, and as her heart raced -- all that she could manage was a wordless nod.
“I have a room upstairs” Donna whispered. Carol nodded her agreement. Donna gave Cathy her room key and asked her to slip out first and that she would follow in a minute or two, making sure that no one would notice their departure.
Cathy’s head was still a whirl of tension and excitement as she unlocked the hotel room and pulled the blinds down on the windows before turning on the lights. Cathy took off her jacket and hiked her skirt up to her waist so she could rub the crotch of her brief red panties.
Donna slipped quietly through the doorway. Her smile broadened at the sight of Cathy with her skirt pulled up halfway to her waist. Cathy’s right hand was now inside her panties, groping her pussy. She quickly snatched it out and smoothed down her skirt, blushing with shame. Donna locked the door from inside, and then turned back to Cathy and realized that Cathy was on the edge of tears.
‘What’s the matter, Cathy?’ she enquired with tender concern.
Donna deduced that Cathy was terrified that she would be discovered – destroying not only her career, but still more her marriage and her family. Donna assured her that their relationship was just one of special friends who were enjoying their bodies together purely for fun and relaxation, almost innocently.
‘‘Oh?’ breathed Cathy, feeling a great weight lift from her shoulders as she shed her guilt and saw matters in a new light. With mischievous pleasure, she turned to face Donna, reaching out and fondling her breasts through the thin jersey fabric of her dress, giving her nipples a firm tweak. Donna slid into Cathy’s open arms for a long, passionate kiss. When they came up for air, Cathy was distracted by Donna unbuttoning and removing her silk shirt, leaving her nude above the waist apart from a small and lacy red bra and her pearl necklace. Donna stroked and squeezed Cathy’s breasts before removing her bra.
Cathy reached behind Donna’s back to pull on the bow tie of her halter top. Then, taking one side of the undone halter in each hand, she slowly peeled the dress down Donna’s front, in the process revealing her small breasts and their stiffening rosebud nipples. Cathy felt like she was unwrapping a birthday present – and so perhaps it was, she mused, that this was indeed the first day of her new life. She could be bisexual and enjoy uncomplicated and uncommitted fun with other women.
Cathy was not surprised to find that Donna was indeed naked under the eye-catching little halter dress – there could be no bra, and the naughty young temptress had no panties on either, nothing but a pair of black hold-up stockings.
Donna announced with mischievous glee that she had ‘a surprise’ for Cathy. Wearing only her shoes and the hold-ups, she walked over to the bag which she had brought in with her and produced the strap-on dildo!
Cathy nearly swooned at the mental image that the fake cock conjured up, and her pussy oozed with sexual juices. “So” said Cathy huskily, her voice hoarse with the anticipation of getting fucked once more, “How do you want me, then?”
“Everyway I can!” laughed Donna and she kissed Cathy’s breasts; “Right now, bend over on the bed, take a grip its edges and stick out your butt.” Donna then spread Cathy's legs as far as she could.
While she got into a fuckable position, Donna stepped into the strap-on’s harness and was tightening the final buckles. Cathy wet her lips, still slightly anxious, as Donna moved purposefully up behind her rump, and lined up the long pink rod of the dildo with Cathy’s gaping vagina. Cathy felt two warm hands take a hold of her on either side, just above her hips, then she felt a firm pressure against her labia, and then Donna entered her. Cathy forgot how wide and deep the fake cock was and she moaned, her head tossing from side to side, as she was taken deeper and deeper.
Donna pulled the dildo backwards and Cathy felt like it her whole pussy was being vacuumed out with it. Donna pushed her cock in again, far faster and harder than the withdrawal. Cathy gasped aloud. She felt more filled and penetrated than she had ever known before, and it was turning her mind and body inside out. Donna stepped up her tempo and Cathy clutched desperately at the edge of the bed and moanded with each of Donna’s thrusts. Cathy’s hips moved in to take Donna’s cock even deeper.
Cathy’s mouth was hanging open, and her glazed and unfocused eyes were fixed on the bare wall in front of her. Her hair was unkempt and sweat-soaked, and rivulets of moisture ran down the groove of her spine and the valley of her cleavage. She trembled and shook, her flanks quivering under the impact of each penetration, and yet she strove to arch her hips wider apart, to push her ass up higher in the air by standing on her toes, and in every way to make herself more open and more accessible to the fucking. Her breath was a mixture of deep pants and gasps, mixed with shaky and wailing exhalations. She began to give utterance to broken imprecations and exhortations to go faster, to drive deeper, and to fuck her. As her climax started to build from somewhere way below her solar plexus, acquiring the momentum of an earthquake, she began to whimper and plead that Donna allow her to come.
Donna knew that the decisive moment was at hand. To Cathy’s bewilderment, Donna slid the dildo out and did not immediately reinsert it, instead waiting for an appreciable interval. As Cathy hung on the cusp of climax, her nerves stretched in a near-ecstasy that was hardly distinguishable from near-agony, Donna relished her dominance and her total sexual conquest of this lesbian ingenue. Then, unable herself to resist the erotic charge of the moment, she slid the dildo in again – but not fast, not hard, not with the pace which had been built up previously, but with a slow spearing that felt to its recipient even more powerful, more inexorable, more immense.
Cathy’s back arched, her ass jerking up in the air and her tits mashing down on the bed, and her eyes were screwed tightly closed as her orgasm arrived in an erotic explosion. Donna drove the dildo in again and Cathy almost fell to pieces, giving a low scream of orgasmic shock and then collapsing like a puppet who’s strings have been severed, bonelessly flopping down across the bed.
Her head was in a daze, exhaustion mixing with euphoria. So this was what she had been missing all those years? While she was preoccupied with this question, Donna rolled her over onto her back and then took her in her arms, and for a few relaxed moments they rested in the friendly embrace of each other’s arms. Suddenly, Cathy stiffened with a return of her old anxiety, and they realized that over an hour had passed. Although they paused for some final strokes of breasts and several quick and sweet kisses, they quickly put their lingerie and outer clothes back on and brushed their hair.
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