Chapter 4
After a late breakfast, Doug had to drive into the city on business, but before leaving, he kissed and fondled the two females thoroughly, arousing in the two of them, fresh waves of desire.
"That was mean of him," Clair pouted after the man left. "He got my cunt all worked up for me."
"Mine too," Donna agreed, rubbing a hand along the crotch of her panties.
"Then let's take our tingly cunts to bed, dear," Clair said. "We can catch up with our housework in a little while."
In the bedroom they removed their panties, but ignored their bras as they decided to go right into action. Each fondled the crotch of the other for a little while, then Clair guided them into an erotic end to end embrace and each lapped the other. They both climaxed, then after a brief rest, got off the bed, replaced their panties and went about the task of getting the house in order.
When Doug returned, late in the afternoon, the woman and girl were bathed, their bodies powdered and perfumed, ready to delight the man again. Since they neglected to wear dresses or slips, their bra and panty clad bodies sent desire surging through the man at first sight of them.
Because work was finished, Clair and Donna were able to sit with Doug and enjoy a drink and as it was another first for Donna, Clair made her drink a weak one and warned her to sip it slowly.
"Aren't you a bit young to be drinking, young lady?" Doug asked in pretended disapproval.
"She's also a bit young to be fucking, dear," Clair replied, "but if you have any life left in that cunt poker of yours, she'll be doing that too."
"Then let me assure both of you that there will be plenty of life in my cock. Right now, it's threatening to tear a hole in the front of my pants. As a matter of fact, I just happened to pick up a dozen raincoats while I was in the city."
"Raincoats?" Donna asked, not understanding.
"He means frenchsafes, dear," Clair told her "and he sounds very ambitious to me."
While they continued their light banter, Doug took his clothes off and naked, sat and invited Donna to sit on his lap. She did so and both agreed that it was a good idea. When Clair came to stand beside Doug, he played between her thighs until the crotch of her panties was moist.
"You know, dear," Clair said then, "I'd thought that we'd give this little angel her first fuck this evening, but the more I think of it, the more I feel it really would be silly to wait. What do you think?"
"I think my cock is stiff, her sweet little hot box is ready and it would be a sin to delay her joy."
"Oh yes, I want it now," Donna said, eagerly as her warm behind squirmed on the man's lap making his already erect penis throb strongly.
"You're not afraid, dear?" Clair asked.
"No. I know it's going to hurt, but it has to happen once and then I'll be able to enjoy all the fucking I want."
"You're very wise, darling," Clair told her. "Besides, I've tested your cherry and it seems to be pretty thin. You may not have as much trouble as you think."
The three of them got up then and went upstairs to the master bedroom.
"Are we going to do it right now?" Donna asked, obviously anxious.
"Not right away, dear," Doug told her. "It's a very important thing and we mustn't rush it. Clair will get you nicely worked up and make sure your sweet little cunt is properly juicy. The two of you get on the bed now and entertain me.”
They did so, eagerly and began by sharing a very passionate kiss. As they writhed together on the bed, Doug went to sit beside them, adding his hands to four others which moved warmly over sleek, exciting bodies.
When he saw his wife unhooking Donna's bra, Doug did the same to hers and their writhing embrace became a bare breasted one, adding to the arousal of all three.
The crotch of Donna's panties was excitingly moist when Clair pulled them down and Doug eased them off and carried them to his nose to inhale deeply the fragrance of girl crotch.
When he caught his wife bending, Doug slipped down her panties and took them off. He smiled as Donna sent a hand into the woman's crotch to probe and play there, causing Clair's arched behind to sway with excitement.
Gradually, hands gave way to mouths and there were loud, wet sucking sounds to further inflame the man who felt his penis throb in hot anticipation. Donna howled in orgasm, then, seconds later, Clair joined her, their cries of ecstasy loud and thrilling in the quiet room.
As they fell apart, Doug went to the dresser for a condom and worked it over the swollen head of his prick. When Donna saw what he was doing, she sat up and stared as he rolled the latex over the long, stiff shaft.
"Oh," she cried, excitedly, "it looks so beautiful."
"Not as beautiful as it's going to look when it is in your crotch, pushing into your tight little slit for your first fuck," Clair told her.
She moved quickly then, going down on all fours on the bed, her big behind arched over the edge, her knees well apart.
"Slip it up me to lubricate it, darling," she told her husband and he went to her. Watching intently as he pushed against his wife's behind, Donna was amazed at how easily his big organ penetrated the woman. When he withdrew it, after a few strokes, the latex shone with the moisture she had imparted to it in her body. As her husband patted her buttocks lovingly, Clair turned and helped arrange Donna in the classic pose for intercourse, lying on her back, her legs wide apart and bent slightly at the knees, her warm, virginal crotch beautifully presented.
Doug went to her and lay gently atop her to kiss her mouth, a kiss to which she responded beautifully. While Clair whispered to the girl, he probed her warm crotch until she felt the enlarged head pause between her soft, moist lips, then, with a little grunt, Doug pushed it inside. It stretched her, but there was no pain, only the exciting feeling that all of her being was being filled and stretched by the massive organ.
Doug felt his tool pushing at the barrier of her hymen and gave a tentative push. To his amazement he felt the membrane give way, the path cleared with the one light jab which caused her to emit only a small cry of pain.
He paused for a moment, then worked the rest of his rod into her vagina.
"Ooh," she groaned, "I feel as though I'm going to break in two."
"That's the way it should feel, darling," Clair told her. "Not just the first time either. When a man has a big one like Doug's, it feels like that every time. Are you ready for your fucking now?"
"Oh yes. He's going to fuck me the way I saw him fucking you. I want it ... I want it ... give it to me, Doug, fuck my cunt."
Trembling with excitement, delighted that it had been so easy for her, the man began stroking. He used long, slow strokes so that the girl was able to savor the excitement of each withdrawal and following penetration.
"Oh darling," Clair sighed, "you're so lucky to get such a delicious fucking the first time. Doug is the best fucker in the world and he's giving you his very best, slow and easy. Relax, baby and let your whole body feel it, all the way up to your brain.
Donna understood exactly what the woman meant. It was hard for her to believe that all the sensations she felt were being caused by about six inches of penis in her vagina. It felt more as though the man's organ were three feet long and filled her entire body, right up to her throat.
"Oh ... oh ... " Donna panted, "I think I'm going to come."
"How wonderful for you, darling," Clair whispered. "Virgins almost never do during their first fuck. Just relax and let it happen if it's going to. Feel that cock, baby ... feel it ... feel it."
But Donna felt it and felt it well without being told to. She had expected it would feel good, but it was more than that, it was great, greater even than a tongue licking in her vagina. It had to be, she told herself, the most wonderful feeling in the world, the joy to end all joys for all time.
And then she was climaxing, her fragile young body finding such a reserve of strength in orgasm that she bucked strongly and carried his much heavier body up with her, her back arched in passion. Falling back onto the bed, she threw her legs around the man and held him in so powerful a grip that' he was not able to continue stroking and had to pause until her legs let go as the shocks stopped tearing through her.
He changed the style of his riding then as his penis pistoned fast and hard, his big body crushing her until he broke into a series of grunts and then he was pumping his semen.
Donna wished then that he had not worn a safe, wished his juice were free to spurt up her body the way it did when he rode his wife, but she reminded herself to be thankful for what he had given her.
The act finished, Doug rested on her a little, then tiredly withdrew his spent penis and moved off her. Donna's body was wet with their mingled sweat and she ran her hands over herself, excitedly.
"Look at the juice your tight little cunt took out of him, dear," Clair told her as she removed the condom from her husband and showed the girl how much was in the end of the condom.
"Ooh, what a shame to waste it," Donna observed.
"It won't be wasted, dear. Roll over and I’ll massage it into the skin of your bum. Cream is very good for the skin."
Donna rolled over and seconds later, sighed as the woman poured the semen onto her buttocks and gave them an erotic massage.
Later that evening, when Doug achieved another erection, Clair taught Donna how to suck it and her efforts were rewarded with a warm drink of semen.