Dean was due soon. His parents had gone down to their beach shack for the long weekend. He'd told them he had to study for his final exams. They left with the parting words of maybe coming back mid week.
"You're old enough to look after yourself now," his mother had said, kind of oddly, as she picked imaginary lint off his shirt and adjusted his fringe. He'd stayed at home, when they went to the beach house, many times. "Be a good boy," she said.
Donna turned off all of the over head lights, just the lamps were on.
She'd smoked a joint, she'd thought, fuck it, why not. She went out into the back yard to have it.
She'd cooked dinner. Changed her dress twice. She'd burnt incense and had her favourite soul music playing.
She felt excited and couldn't help smiling. She wanted to mould a man. She shook her head and pushed the thought out of her, as soon as she'd thought it.
The doorbell rang. She felt the butterflies in her stomach take off.
She swings the door open and there is Dean’s smiling face.
“Hi,” he says all breathy. He looks beautiful, if a little flushed.
“Hi,” Donna says. She stands and gazes at him.
“Aren’t you going to invite me, um, rin... in?”
“Sure,” She steps away from the door.
He staggers a little. He raises his hand to touch her, but it doesn’t connect. Donna closes the door. He turns and looks at her.
She leans forward and kisses him on the lips. She can smell alcohol. She can also feel the joint she smoked reaching her where she lives.
He followed her in the lounge room.
“I’ve had a couple of drinks,” he says.
“So have I,” she says. Big and strapping, she thinks. Donna is captured in his beauty. He touches his face gently, nervously. Donna likes his nervousness, it makes a change from Tony’s domineering ways.
“I bought some,” Dean says. He holds up a six pack of beer. “Do you want one?”
“Sure,” Donna says. She wants to kiss him again. He tasted good, felt just fine on his lips.
They each drank from their stubbies. She held his gaze, now relaxing. She’d only been nervous of him not showing.
“So, do we do what boy’s and girl’s do?”
“I don’t know what boy’s and girl’s do,” says Dean. He smiles sheepishly.
Donna’s head spins. I’ll show, be my pleasure.
“Come here,” says Donna. She grabs Dean by the shoulders and pushes him backwards into the couch. She kneels in front of him and fixes her gaze on his. “This is what girl’s do to boys, Dean.” She runs her hand across the couch, between his legs. Over the edge of his thigh and up over soft squashy mound.
“Oh my god,” Dean blurts.
He is soft as she runs her hand up to his belt buckle, staring into his eyes.
He’s breathing deeply, kind of staccato.
Donna is turned on even more by how hard and thick he is suddenly as she rubs her hand back.
He holds her gaze, his mouth falls open, through which he breathes.
Donna grabs his belt buckle and unclips it. She undoes the top button of his jeans. His eyes widen, he flexes his legs. She pulls at his fly and the rest of the buttons pop open, two, three, four, five. She slides her hand between the open denim.
Dean groans. Lets out breath. Flexes his legs again.
Red cotton briefs. Black curls of hair. She grabs the elastic of Dean briefs and pulls it down hard. Dean’s cock rises up like a snake about to strike. Donna lowers her eyes. Thick. Red. Uncut. So hard it looks like it is about to burst its skin. She looks back to Dean’s eyes. She smiles. He looks serious. She lowers her mouth, without breaking their eye lock and takes his cock in her mouth.
“Ssssssssssssss!” Dean breathes out through his mouth. He gulps.
She pushes his foreskin down with her lips and sucks his knob into her mouth.
Dean groans loudly. Shivers and throws his head back in the couch.
I’m going to show you baby. She slowly sucks more of his cock into her mouth. She relaxes her throat, like only experience can do and she slowly engulfs the rest of his cock with her mouth.
“Oh my God!” whispers Dean, as he leans forward and grabs each side of her face.
Donna slides her mouth up slowly, looks into Deans eyes and then quickly slides his entire cock down her throat
“AhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” moans Dean.
She pulls her head off and looks at Dean dick. Magnificent, she thinks. Slightly thicker in the middle, thick all the way along. Big knob. Beautiful. But this is 101, she thinks. First lesson. Happy finish.
She goes down on him hard. Gags further down on it. Slides up. Sucks his knob intensely. Sucks down the whole length, again, it’s beautiful to suck.
She sucks him up and down with purpose, long hard strokes. Straight down. Sideways. Straight down. Gag. Relax.
“Oh Donna!” Dean shivers.
Up and down his rigid pole.
“Oh no!”
His cock gets even harder, like that was possible. It’s like granite. She can taste his precum dribbling into her mouth. She wants that, to taste him, to swallow his juice. Then he’d be hers... she tries to obliterate that last thought.
“Oh FUCK!! He’s shaking. He throws himself back in the couch.
Donna gets up on her knees and goes straight down on him.
“AH!”
His first wad of cum shoots into her mouth.
“AH! FUCK!”
His second squirt and third. His come tastes sweet, as Donna knows it would. He is hitting the back of her mouth with high pressure.
Squirt. “Ah!” Squirt! AHHHH!” Squirt, squirt, squirt. “Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!”
Donna’s mouth is full of semen, it had been a while, that wonderful, sour taste. Fresh. White. There was so much, it started to dribble out of the corner of her lips.
She swallows. Sucks his knob again.
“Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!” says Dean.
She sits back on her feet, looks at him and smiles.
He looks exhausted. He opens one eye. Both eyes. He smiles too.
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