Chapter 1
Donna couldn't wait for college to begin. She had been working all summer long, and had bought a lot of clothes. She was happy to have them, as she knew she had a beautiful body, and couldn't wait to show them off. She'd come off second in a local beauty contest, and inwardly knew she really ranked first, and if it hadn't been for some jealous female judges, felt certain that she would have won the top honors. As she sat in her bedroom, looking at her scrapbook of photos, showing how she looked when she was a tiny three year old girl, until now, when she was eighteen and college bound.
She always liked the one little picture in black and white, where she was sitting on her Daddy's lap, with big brown curls falling down her head, and her father was kissing the top of her head.
Daddy was gone now, and this was the only picture she had with him, and that was why it meant so much. She brushed a tear aside, and turned to the last picture, the one in her white bikini swim suit, the one that showed her with all the right curves in just the right places.
She was holding the second prize trophy that sat on her desk right now, and a triumphant smile was flashing across her face which outshone the girl who won. In college, she determined she'd show up Betty, the girl who won the topprize.
"Donna, Donna, come down to dinner," her mother called her.
"I'll be right down," she called back. She didn't want to go to dinner, because she knew Mom would use her last night at home as a lecture opportunity on the morals question. She'd briefed her so many times, she thought she knew enough about sex to write a book; but the book would be a book of don'ts because that was what Mom seemed to be most concerned with.
As she walked into the dining room a few moments later, the aroma of tempting food greeted her, and she sat down and began enjoying her meal.
"Dear," her mother began, "I don't want you to come home pregnant. You went to school to get an education, not a baby."
"They have pills for that," Donna volunteered, "and I could always get an abortion."
She knew this would always get her mother ready to climb the walls, and even though she felt somewhat guilty for talking this way, she felt her mother deserved some chiding because she was forever trying to dictate how she must live, and this was getting to be almost more than she could bear.
"I know you're trying to put me on, Donna, dear," her mother replied, "But it might be of interest for you to know that the young people of today, in our advanced age, have more venereal disease than ever before in the history of our nation-if that means anything to you."
"It does," Donna replied, "It means, keep it clean, so what's new?"
"That's no way to talk to your mother."
"Well, Mom, look how you talk to me. Forever lecturing me. Don't do this, and don't do that! Really, Mom, is there anything I can do when I go to college?"
"Study," she replied, "But, I'm sure that never entered your mind, did it?"
"Yes," she laughed, "but it's far more profitable to go to college to snag a husband, or didn't you know that, Mom?"
"I'm ashamed to hear my own daughter talking like that," she replied, "Sometimes I think they mixed up the babies at the hospital."
"I've thought the same thing," Donna snapped.
Then, when she had finished eating, without going over to help her mother do the dishes, she walked out of the house and went for a stroll down the street. As she looked into the various lighted windows, she wished sud denly she could be anyplace but where she was. Her mother had been domineering from morning to night, and she was always relentlessly right. This bothered her. She had to be wrong, according to her Mother's warped view. She brushed a tear aside, and looked at the nicely kept lawns, and the trim hedges, and the freshly painted houses. She wished she could have had a father, but all that was of the past, and now, she was turning over a new leaf in her life, and she vowed, she'd forget the past, and make herself a bright future. She had beauty, she had brains, what she lacked was a family to stand behind her, and the money. This mattered, as she yearned for nice cars like Trudy Evans had, or Dave, the boy across the street. She always seemed to be lucky to get enough to eat.
She had scrimped and saved to get the money to go to school, and so had her mother. She hated to see Mom work like that for her, but she wanted her to succeed in life and have all the things she hadn't been able to have.
But, Donna felt confident that the way to achieve the good life, and finally live on a nice street, have a nice car, and mingle with the country-club set, was to marry a son of a rich man. Then, with the young man's father backing them up with money, they could make their mark. Sure, she'd work, but for once she wanted to find something a little easy, and not go through the work-work-work routine.
The clothes, she had decided would give her the setting she required to turn-on the wellheeled boys.
A week later, she bid hep mother goodbye, and went to exclusive Riverside College in upper New York state. It was all as picturesque as depicted in the brochures they'd sent her, and she liked the dormitory arrangement very much. She could live in the coed dormitory if she wanted to, the woman dean informed her.
"I'd like that," Donna smiled.
"Of course, we do have restrictions," the woman reminded her. "Week nights no boys can be in your room after eleven, and on weekends two in the morning."
"That's alright," Donna nodded, knowing she could do her thing in those hours quite effectively.
As she began unpacking her things in her room a few hours later, she heard a knock on the door, and she called out, "Who is it?"
"Charlie from across the hall," a voice replied.
"What do you want, Charlie?" she asked him.
"I wanted to meet my new neighbor," he chuckled.
"Alright," she said, not liking his forward attitude too much, but nevertheless, she thought she ought to be friendly.
"Hi, Charlie," she smiled, as she opened the door, and looked into the eyes of one of the handsomest blue-eyed, blond young men she'd ever seen.
"Hi, Donna," he sighed, almost as if he'd just finished opening a Christmas gift, and was so turned-on with it, he was held in awe.
"Won't you come in?"
"Sure," he smiled. "How are you, honey?"
"Fine," she replied. "Where are you from, Charlie?"
"Oklahoma," he smiled.
"Where in Oklahoma?"
"Tulsa. My people are oil people," he smiled.
"Well, isn't that nice," she said, finding him getting more attractive by the minute.
In a few moments, they were embracing, and she whispered, "We'd better lock the door, Charlie."
"Alright," he sighed, and then he came back to her. "You're really something else," he whispered, "I hated to come to this creepy college, but my old man made me."
"My mother made me," she smiled. "So I guess we're even."
Soon, he had her clothes off and he stripped himself.
"You know what I'd like to do to you?" he smiled.
"I'm afraid to guess," she laughed.
"Sixty-nine," he smiled, "You'd be great to eat, and I sure would appreciate it if you blew me."
"Alright, if that's what you want," Donna said softly, thinking that the best way to lure Charlie into her trap, was to give him what he wanted, and show how much better she was at it, than the other girls he'd probably been doing the same thing with. The only problem was her experience was lacking.
"Let's get on the bed," he smiled, "We can have more room there."
Once they were on the bed, he angled his body so his face was even with her cunt, and then his tongue whipped out, and he began licking all around her vagina.
"Ohhh, that's so beautiful," she sighed.
"Honey, lick my cock," he begged her. She hardly knew if she could bring herself to it, but as she looked at his penis, she saw oil wells, and then she imagined herself swimming in oil, and thus she found it easier to pull it to her mouth, and let her tongue stick out and lick all around the crown of it.
"Oh, baby, that's beautiful," he panted, "Lick my joystick. Go ahead, and lick it."
She sucked on it, and he slowly inserted it into her mouth. As she felt it plunging down her throat, she had to admit it did seem very exciting.
"Suck it," he begged her, "let me slide it out so you can just get the head of it in your mouth, honey-and then, baby, you suck on it."
Her mouth traveled up and down his rod, and she sucked rhythmically.
"Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes, suck that cock. Eat it," he demanded. And now his manhood seemed more pronounced, and she loved submitting to his demand. It was that first thrust inside her mouth that was actually the most difficult. And then he whipped his hot tongue around her slit, and he suddenly stabbed it inside her, letting it lash her clitoris.
"That's it! Ohhh, ahhhh, yes, yes," Donna gasped, as new sensations surged through her body, sensations she never before even knew existed.
Together, they turned-on, and she sucked on his penis, effectively using her tongue to whip around the head of it, and then producing a suction that was so irresistible, he knew he couldn't hold back his cum much longer.
"Suck me, suck it off. Eat my stuff," he begged her passionately, as he watched her head bobbing up and down on his rod. And then, he applied his tongue to her vagina, thrusting it inside her, licking its hot walls, and finally, he focused his tongue on her clitoris, lashing it, flicking his tongue at a tantalizing pace so that he could bring her to a quick climax.
"Ohhh, ahhh, I'm coming, I'm coming," he groaned in delight, as he felt his hot penis exploding in her mouth. "Eat it," he demanded, "Eat that hot milk, baby," he begged, "Eat it up." She gladly devoured his load, and then he went to work to get her to gush in his mouth. It didn't take him long to get her there.
When she juiced, his tongue lashed at her clitoris, and he sucked her in, sending supercharged sexual excitement surging through her body for the first time. After it was over, Charlie embraced her lovingly, and smiled, "You're about the most beautiful girl I've ever seen," he commented, looking at her brown eyes which were radiant with excitement, and her long, brown hair.
"And you are such a handsome man," she smiled.
"I'm sorry I have to go to college here," he said. "I don't give a damn about going to all those crappy classes."
"I'm with you," she said, "My Mom insisted I come here."
"Why don't we split?" he asked casually, a wild expression surfacing in his eyes.
And then she realized what Charlie was suggesting.
"But, where would we go?"
"New York City, where else," he grinned, toying with the idea himself.
"Charlie, are you proposing to me?"
A downcast look came to his face. "I'm proposing a trip, I'm not proposing marriage."
"Ohhh," she said quietly, "You mean you want me to live with you."
"Yes," he said softly, "and then if we like each other, we could."
"Could what?"
"Get married, what else?" he laughed goodnaturedly.
"I'm afraid to," Donna said, looking away, and thinking of what her Mother would think.
"Don't be afraid of anything," he insisted, "If we're going to do our thing-we've got to be free. So, baby, please don't let anything stand in our way."
"I won't," she finally said, and then she glanced down and noticed his penis was hard again.
"Baby, let's make it again," he smiled, and his lips crushed against hers. It didn't take him long to let his tongue slip into her mouth and soon they were Frenching. And, then it happened. Reaching down, he slid his penis smoothly into her vagina.
"How's that, baby?" he demanded, "Doesn't that feel good?"
"Oh, yes, yes," Donna panted as he pushed it in and out of her. She had had few experiences sexually, and this sixty-nine session, followed by a wild, throbbing penis thrusting inside her was driving her up the wall.
"Massage my back, baby," he smiled, as he gave it to her. "Oh, yes, hot baby, that's real nice."
She let her hands slide down his back, and followed the swell of his firm, round buttocks, holding them, kneading them and loving them the best she knew how.
"Ohhh, baby, grab it," he smiled, and Donna realized he meant for her to grip his penis with her vagina muscles. She squeezed, and sure enough he got the sensation he wanted.
"Beautiful," he panted, "just keep that up a fucking minute more honey, and I'll have my rocks off."
And then, as he kept rutting into her, he exploded, sending a spray of sperm in her hot vagina, as she juiced at the same instant.
"Keep fucking," he panted, "Fuck me! Ohhh, yes, fuck, fuck, fuck it off!"
The hot sperm exploded again, as he shot twice. She kissed him passionately.
"Oh, baby, you're beautiful," he panted, "I can't wait till it's just you and me. Are you willing to go with me?"
"Yes, yes, I'll go," she smiled, "if you want me to."
"You know I do," he whispered, kissing her once more.