Chapter 1
"You ... you do ... love me, don't you, Paul?" she asked softly as she unbuttoned her blouse.
"Sure I do," I replied automatically. I was standing behind Donna with my arms around her squeezing and feeling her larger-than-average breasts. "I love every beautiful ivory-white inch of you, baby!"
As she slipped out of her blouse, I unhooked her bra from behind and watched the odd-shaped garment fall to the floor of my apartment.
Donna turned to face me then, naked from the waist up. Her chestnut colored hair tumbled luxuriously over her shoulders and down over the mounds of her tits. She was a very pretty girl, very pretty indeed. My eyes were riveted on her blossoming bosom and the excitement was hard and ready between my legs.
"Oh, Paul," Donna moaned as I fondled her breasts and pinched the hardening nipples between my finger and thumb. "I love you, Paul, and I want you," she whispered with her eyes closed.
Hurrying now, I unhitched her fawn-colored bermuda shorts and deftly stripped them down over her shapely legs. "I love you, too," I murmured. Then I peeled off her fancy silk and lace panties and enjoyed the sight of her complete nakedness before me.
"Take your clothes off, darling," she urged. She was standing about a foot away from me with her legs spread slightly. Her hands reached out to help me and while I stripped off my shirt, she undid my belt buckle and unzipped my pants. The hardness almost leaped out at her, and when she felt the demanding rod beneath her fingers, she drew her breath in sharply and snatched her hand away.
"Don't be afraid, Donna," I said as I pulled off the last of my clothes. "Touch it and feel it, baby. You're going to get to know each other very well."
She lowered her eyes and reached out hesitantly to touch the swollen member that stood fully erect from the patch of black hair between my legs.
"It's ... it's so big," she said huskily. "It's so big and hard, Paul, are you sure you won't hurt me?"
"Maybe just a little at first, Donna," I replied. "But the hurt will be over quickly and then it'll just feel good. It'll feel so good up there inside of you that you'll never want me to take it out. Believe me, baby, you'll enjoy it."
"I know I will, Paul," she agreed, coming into my arms. Her nipples were hot and hard and I felt them dig into my chest as she flattened her breasts against me. Our open mouths met then and our tongues shot forward to probe and lick and linger. Instinctively, my hand moved over the smooth curve of her hip and caressed her soft, lush skin. She moaned at the touch and I slipped my hand between her leg to rub gently at her already-wet love box.
Slowly I lowered Donna to the floor of the darkened apartment. She stretched out invitingly on the deep, dark carpeting and the whiteness of her body sort of glowed in the soft light that found its way in the windows and patio door.
Her legs were opened wide now and I knew she was ready. She was a 21-year-old virgin and she was all mine. Donna's well proportioned body and pretty face made it hard to believe that she was still a virgin at her age. Undoubtedly she had come close many times to losing her cherry, but it hadn't happened-not until right now!
"Please, Paul, please," she begged, holding her arms up to me, inviting me to take her. "Please do it, darling, do it now."
"In a minute," I answered. I continued playing with her, feeling and massaging her breasts with one hand and toying with her love box with the other. I was rubbing her clitoris hard, now, making her squirm and writhe with desire. "You're all ready to go, baby, but I'm not quite ready yet," I lied. I had been more than ready since I had taken Donna in my arms from behind and started feeling her tits.
My hot rod was pulsating, aching for action, but I wanted one more thing from Donna before I made her a woman.
"You must be ready, too, darling," she said, grasping my weapon in her hand. "It's so hard!"
"I know, baby," I said, continuing the pressure with my finger between her legs. "It's just that I know I'm not ready yet. I get a certain feeling when I'm completely ready to go, and ... and, well, I don't have that certain feeling yet."
My finger play was building Donna's passion to the point of explosion and I eased off just a little because I didn't want her to come until I had had a bit more fun with her.
"Don't I excite you enough?" she asked with a worried tone of voice. "I wish I knew what to do to get you ready, Paul. I want you so much ... I'd do anything."
"There is something that might work," I said, gently rubbing her love button as her hips jerked spasmodically with pleasure.
"What is it, Darling?" she asked eagerly. "What is it?"
"You could suck me," I said, ramming my finger up into her very hard.
"Oh," she gasped, grabbing my hand and holding it tightly between her soft, white thighs. "Oh, God, I'm coming," she hissed.
While Donna's orgasm shook her with delight, I shifted my position and knelt on the floor, just beside her right shoulder. When she opened her eyes, my hard-on was just a few inches from her face. Dazed with the pleasure of her orgasm, it took several seconds for her to focus on the object before her, but when she did, she smiled and leaned forward to kiss it.
"I've never done this before, Paul," she said, "I'm afraid I don't know how to do it."
"There's no trick to it, baby," I assured her. "Just take it in your mouth and play with it. Do whatever comes most naturally."
Taking my swollen member in her hand, she pulled it to her and covered the head with her soft lips. Her tongue met it, then, and she licked it lovingly, inserting the tip of her tongue in the little opening for a second. Filled with the sexy sensation of her sucking, I leaned forward and plunged my rod deep into her mouth. Her eyes opened, startled, for a moment but she took it all and continued doing what came naturally to her.
Little animal-like sounds escaped Donna's throat when I reached down and slipped my finger into her again. She continued to suck, matching the rhythm of my hand between her legs. When I thrust my finger into her, she sucked hard on my rod. When I moved my hand back so my finger almost-but never quite-slipped out of her, she would move her head back and let my weapon slide tenderly between her lips until she caught it at the last moment to keep it from coming out entirely.
For her first time, Donna did well. So well, in fact, that I nearly came in her mouth. The pleasure was so intense as her lips and tongue lavished over my rod, that I had to fight myself hard to pull out without shooting a load into her.
"Are you ready, now?" Donna asked, licking her lips with the pointed tip of her pink-red tongue. Her eyes were glazed with carnal desire and they closed gently when I nodded that I was ready. "Then do it, Paul," she pleaded. "Screw me now! Get the pain part over with, I want to feel you inside me."
Taking the position between her widespread legs, I lowered myself into her. Probing gently until I felt my rod against her virginity, I stopped for a second and then rammed through.
"Oh, God," Donna nearly screamed. Her hips came up hard against me as my arrow pierced deep into her-where no man had been before. "It's filling me up," she moaned. "You're so big you're filling me up, darling. It doesn't hurt any more."
"Good," I whispered against her neck as I started the slow deliberate pumping motion that I knew would soothe and delight her. For a virgin, Donna was a pretty good lay. Her arms and legs wrapped around me instinctively to hold my body tight against hers. And her hips moved automatically to meet my every thrust and intensify the pleasure by driving my rod into her as deeply as possible.
As good as she was, I closed my eyes and pretended that Donna was Myra Lawrence, the lush young typist at the office with the fantastic 42-27-38 frame. I pretended it was Myra there on the floor under me, wild and writhing with passion.
When Donna came, she cried, "Paul, Paul, Paul," in my ear and shuddered with the pleasure. I imagined it was Myra hissing my name in her orgasm and then I shot my load deep into the pumping, pulsating body beneath me.
"Come, darling, come," Donna whispered, grasping my butt with both hands and trying to pull me yet farther inside her. When I had pumped myself dry, I slumped at her side and stared at the darkness above.
It was Donna's head resting on my shoulder and her soft hand caressing and stroking my legs and stomach, but my mind was on Myra. I knew it was just a matter of time until she would be the one stretched out naked beside me, sexually satisfied by my love making.
It was just a matter of time until I would lay Myra, and during that time, Donna Fletcher-the deflowered virgin-would do nicely. Besides having a nice set of jugs and a willingness to go down on me and for me, Donna had something else going for her. She had connections that were important to my plan.