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Donald -- Donald Elliot. What an American name. What an American boy. Short, pudgy, balding and only 24. A sailor in our U.S. Navy. Enlisted he said because his grades were so bad in high school he couldn't go to college. Also Marie's boyfriend. Marie who was my sister, best friend and constant companion since third grade. I was horney, so horney, that instinct won out over decency. Besides, I was paying my best friend back for having a boyfriend and I didn't. How dare she beat me in any way? How dare she betray me like that. I'll fix her -- and so I did.
Knowing Marie to be a good Catholic girl, i.e., no exploring below the waist, I surmised he must be pretty horney too -- I knew that to be true, having spent many "dates" where he and Marie necked madly in the backseat while I pretended to watch the drive-in movie in the front. I heard him beg. I heard him plead for further access. I heard him groan and whisper about his "best friend" being ready to explode. And I heard Marie's replies. Her very sincere responses.
Oh Don, I can't let you. No, no, no, Don. We can't do that, not now. Oh no, Don, then you'd lose respect for me. Oh Don, that feels so good, but you have to stop.
I HATED HER...
Ouch ouch ouch.
Hold on, Don said, lifting the top of his body up and staring in my eyes. You're a virgin and this is going to hurt a little.
Don's face was sweaty, his eyes were gleaming madly and he looked like a serial killer as he repeatedly thrust into me. It hurt a lot and the beach sand kept invading every crevice. He didn't seem to mind.
Oooohhh, he moaned. Doesn't that feel goooood.
I guessed it did to him, I wasn't so sure.
Oh god, I'm going to cum, he cried... I've got to pull out. Lift your shirt.
Lift my shirt, I thought. I've already taken my pants off and it's really cold here behind these rocks at the beach.
Oooooooh, moaned Don, and suddenly he was looming over me, pushing my breasts together and thrusting something hard,hot and wet between my breasts. Here I cum, baby, here I cum and then mychest and chin were drenched in liquid as he collapsed on top of me with a giant sigh.
After what seemed like an eternity of discomfort, I heard him snore...
During the next six months, we fucked everywhere. At the beach. In the mountains. In motel rooms. In the front seat of his '57 Chevy Impala. In Ann and Jerry's living room on the hideaway. Don didn't fall asleep anymore and I was starting to relax... Although, to be truthful, it still felt like a form of physical combat to me. When we couldn't "do it" because of my period, Don loved to have me use my hand on him. Especially at the drive-in movies. I must have seen parts of "A Summer's Love" twenty times. Troy Donahue and Sandra Dee gazing into each other's eyes...
"Oh baby, that feels so good... A little slower, now. Yeah, a little harder."
I had one eye on the screen and the other on Don's pulsing member. I wanted to make sure it went on the steering wheel or the dashboard or anywhere except all over me.
Oh God, Oh God, he moaned, Oh baby, please put it in your mouth...
What? I said, stopping in mid stroke.
Oh, don't stop, baby. I want to cum in your mouth.
You've got to be insane, I yelled, flinging myself to the other end of the seat. Crazy as a hatrack. Put that think in my mouth. Yech. Why you pee out of that ... that ... wormy thing.
Don, his member wilting visibly, put his hand over his eyes. It's something men and women do for each other, he explained in a pseudo patient voice. All the time.
Put their mouths down there, I practically shrieked. Down there! That's absolutely disgusting. And leave them there. Not me. I'm going to the snack bar right now and I don't want to ever hear about this again.
As I shut the car door, I leaned back into the open window. I only have two more things to say. One, what do you want from the snack bar and two, you will never never catch me doing anything like that. End of subject.
The gods laughed.
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