The Downfall of Donna Reed 9

I loved this feeling, this incredible feeling of his cock so deep inside me that it may never be found again. I moved softly against him and felt him shudder and heard his moans. I kissed his mouth, soft now, easy. The urgency was gone, replaced by contentment and satiation. I fitted my head against his shoulder, the spot that appeared made for me. My cheek against his skin, his arms around me, holding me. I felt him slipping out of me and I sighed. I hated this part, when he was no longer inside me.

I lifted my head and kissed his shoulder, letting my lips move down his chest and tummy as I kissed and licked his slightly damp skin. His head was resting against a pillow, his eyes were closed. He was a picture of the happy man. I was too. All I really wanted to do was lick him. Clean him and kiss him, just for a few moments. Will it always be like this, I wondered. I could not get enough of him and, thankfully, he couldn't get enough of me, either. I played gently with his belly button, teasing it with my tongue, circling it and entering it lightly.

He smiled, I can feel it. My mouth moved lower. Ah, here it is, my sweet cock, all mine...and it was sleeping. Oh, I love this. My mouth gently wrapped around the head of my cock, licking it and softly sucking it deep into my warmth. Michael slid down further until he was lying on his back. His legs relaxed and slightly spread. I was kissing him and licking him. He had his hand in my hair, playing with it, pulling it back out of my face. I was kissing along his curlies, up to his hip bone, licking and nipping as I went. He turned his body to me, helping me touch here, lick there. He turned onto his tummy, sighing and slipping his hands under his face. I looked at his lovely naked buttocks and back. God, I wanted him again!

This was so foreign to me. Sex with my husband had always been a weekly, even monthly event. I couldn't imagine having sex twice in one night, or even one week. Yet, here was sweet Donna, wanting this man over and over, feeling like there is no limit to her desire for him. I couldn't stop myself. I straddled his thighs and leaned over to kiss his neck and shoulders. My aroused nipples rubbed his back. My lips traveled over his wonderful, fragrant skin, leaving kisses and nibbles along the way. When I reached the small of his back, my tongue started making love to him. I probed the little indentation I found there, kissing and licking and nibbling the soft skin.

My tongue traced along the top of his left buttock, circling down his hip and under his left cheek, licking and kissing and lingering. He was moaning, his hips were moving slightly. My tongue moved gently up the area between his cheeks, only to repeat the circling on the right cheek. As I approached his tiny tight bud, his legs parted. This was unfamiliar territory for me. I had never been allowed to touch my husband with my tongue, even our kisses had been chaste and dry. I had never been allowed to explore or learn any of this from Jim.

Nor had he felt it necessary to learn it about me. As my mouth moved over Michael's beautiful body, these thoughts raced through my head. Imagine naked Donna, straddling her lover's thighs while licking and loving his ass! My tongue searched for the spot I wanted, licking and probing. I heard the men at the window. They had not moved. They were breathing heavily and making comments to each other. Their apparent approval only made me braver. My tongue reached that tight circle. I licked up and down across it and I heard him inhale.

His legs spread apart further. I pointed my tongue and moved right to the tiny opening, pushing gently with the tip, turning my head and letting him feel my tongue as it moved so gently in his ass. My hands slid under his hips and I could feel his cock was hardening again. I heard him moan as he lifted his hips to meet my mouth. Now I felt confident that this was what he wanted. My tongue pushed harder and I felt it slide past the tight ring and I was inside him.

My tongue was in his ass, moving in and out, fucking him. Little Donna Reed, licking the inside of a man, taking pleasure in fucking his tight ass, loving the taste and feeling of him. Inside, he was so hot and smooth. My tongue was probing, moving as much as possible to enjoy the full texture of him. I felt his cock getting harder in my hand. He had lifted his hips and spread his legs to allow me full access. I slid my tongue in and out, almost completely out before plunging back in again. I could tell he liked the feel of my tongue inside him.

Then, suddenly, he pulled away. I wondered what I had done wrong. Michael flipped over on his back, pulling himself up again, against the pillows. His legs were spread and he was smiling. Ah, he wanted to see me, he wanted to watch. I slipped my hands under his ass, lifting him slightly as my mouth traveled back to his hot little hole. He lifted his legs and placed his feet on my back. Now the angle was perfect. I kissed his balls, sucking them into my mouth, first one and then the other. My mouth lingered on that soft, clear area of skin behind his balls.

I moved my mouth lower, covered his hole with my mouth and sucked on him. Then I plunged my tongue as deep as possible. He pushed back against me, against my hot little tongue. I stopped long enough to say, "I am fucking you." He was smiling and telling me not to stop, so I continued. His cock was dancing before my eyes, so hard and red. I was moving my tongue in and out of his most private spot. I loved the feel of him, the taste of him. His hips were moving faster and I saw his eyes were glazing over. I pulled my tongue completely out, watching his face, his eyes.

Then I pushed with all my might, burying my tongue deeply inside him. I felt him coming. I could feel his come as it fell on me and saw it on his tummy. I felt his spasms around my tongue. I heard his sighs. I let my tongue linger there until all his spasms ceased and his legs went slack. I moved my tongue gently in and out, turning my head from side to side so he could feel my tongue circling inside him. His hands grew heavy on my head. I kissed his little hole and moved away from him. i went to the sink and washed my face and brushed my teeth.

Then I lathered a cloth and gently washed the pearly white drops from his belly. I cleansed his cock, rinsed away the soap and patted him dry. Michael was so drowsy, he smiled as his eyes closed. He settled down into the bed, into our pillow nest. I pulled the quilt over him.

Then I walked to the window, the men openly watching my every move. Embolden by our lovemaking, I blew them a kiss and lowered the blinds, making the room dim. I heard the guys muttering as they walked away. I went back to the bed and slid in next to him. He had turned away from me, on his right side. I scooted right up to him, pressing my flesh to his. My arm was over his side and holding his hand, my lips pressed to his back. We were snuggled down into the nest of pillows, spooned together as one person. I heard him sigh and settle, grasping my hand. The room was scented by the vanilla candle and we listened to Streisand sing about love.

We slept.

The Downfall of Donna Reed 8

We faced one another, our bodies pressed together as we kissed in greeting and anticipation of the day ahead of us. He put his hands on my waist and lifted me up on the counter, my legs wrapped around his hips. We continued kissing, his fingers combing my hair back from my face as we pressed closely together and our tongues played.

My nipples were hard against his chest, my hands gliding up and down his back, feeling his muscles moving so smoothly under them. Sometimes, we drew back just enough to separate our lips, but our mouths stayed so close, I was inhaling him, my delicious man, my sweet lover. I felt his cock between my legs, pressing against my shaven pussy, as if seeking entrance. I felt his heat and strength and I pulled myself closer to him, enjoying the pressure of him, but delaying his actual entry until I couldn't wait any longer. I was vaguely aware that the backyard workers have ceased their work and are gathering at the window, but I had lost all inhibitions. All I wanted was to feel my lover deep inside me, filling me and giving me pleasure.

I unclasped my ankles, pulling my knees closer to my chest. Ah, there, now I could feel the head of his cock, that lovely silken head, as it entered me so slowly and gently. I reached down and wrapped my small hand around him, holding him lovingly and firmly. I wanted to feel the head of his cock against my throbbing clit, needed to feel him there. I moved his cock into me and started to rub my little nubbin, up and down and then I circled it, slowly. It was so incredibly good, felt so wonderful. I moved his cock faster and faster against my clit. My breath was coming quickly, I was saying his name and asking him to please, please help me....

The roar was building in my head, the heat in my legs was moving up my body to my center. I was so close, and he knew, he knew the signs of my impending orgasm. My darling Michael stood so still, allowing me to do it all, to rub and touch and circle in my own time, at my own speed. I leaned forward and placed my lips on his shoulder, calling his name as the wave hit me. I was holding him tightly and coming...coming so hard, so fast.

My lips parted as my teeth met his flesh. I was holding him as if my life depended on it, holding him to anchor me to this world, when all I wanted to do is spin off into space and never let this feeling end. When I finally came back to him, I was clutching him and sighing, little spasms still shaking my body and my pussy. My hand is still wrapped tightly around his cock, which is now even larger and hotter. I looked into his eyes, seeing the love and patience there. I am blushing, I could feel the heat in my face. Michael chuckled and held my chin, looking into my eyes.

"Nothing we do is embarrassing, nothing we need is wrong", he said. I nodded at him, understanding that I was free to love this man the way I dreamed of doing. I slowly slid his cock right into my depths, that pink, hot, wet place I have just for him, his home. Even though I have had him there before, I still gasp at the sensation of being totally full of my lover. My legs wrap around his waist and I pull him even closer, until I can feel his curlies pressed against my smooth pussy. My hands moved to his hips as I encouraged him to set up a rhythm inside me, to move inside me with speed and strength. I could hear the men at the window, hear them breathing raggedly, as we made love directly in front of them, but I didn't

care. I had my lover inside me, making love to me, pleasuring me as I pleasured him. I felt the heat inside me building again. I looked into his eyes and said, "please?" and he nodded, pulling me closer to him as my orgasm made me shudder and clutch him and cry out in joy. Then I felt him join me as he exploded, saying my name and then crying out. I felt his cock so deep within me, throbbing and pouring his come into me. I used my inner muscles to massage him, to milk him and empty him completely. I lowered my head to his

chest and rested against his heart, listening to the strong steady beat as it finally slowed and returned to normal.

We clung to each other, waiting until the world stopped spinning and we could breathe once again. I lifted my head from his chest and smiled at him, feeling shy and vulnerable. His return smile was a wonderful sight, full of tenderness and caring. I allowed myself the pleasure of just looking at him, his lovely, strong face, his expressive eyes. I allowed myself to fall into him even further. He helped me down from the counter, put his arm around my waist and walked me to the bed. Gently, he helped me get comfortable in my nest of pillows. Then he went to the sink and wet a cloth and brought it to me. Michael opened my legs and so gently washed me with a warm, soapy cloth, rinsing me and patting me dry. Then he kissed my pretty, clean pussy, causing me to start aching again.

He sat beside me, his back against pillows, holding me and talking with me. I reached for his lovely cock, moving my mouth close to it and licking it. Like a little kitten, my tongue reached out over and over again, cleaning him and making his cock all shiny. I love this, taking his sweet, soft cock into my mouth, licking it and loving it and feeling it grow to its full hardness as I wrapped my soft, pink lips around it. He was talking with me, but seemed to have trouble concentrating. His hand is in my hair, combing through it, holding it back so he could watch me loving his...no, MY cock. My hand slides down to caress his balls, massaging them and just memorizing the feel of them. As I moved to straddle his lap, I noticed that the workers have given up all pretense of caring for my yard. They were standing at the window, most of them with glazed eyes and hands out of sight. I didn't care. If anything, it was more exciting to me to know they were watching...maybe even envying my lover.

He was leaning against the pillows, his legs stretched out in front. I straddled him, his hard cock pressed against my pussy. He made it throb and smiled at my reaction. I held one breast out to him, placing my hand on his nape and bringing his mouth to my hard nipple. He opened his mouth and closed his eyes and started to suck on me with such hunger. All these years married to Jim and I had never had a mouth suckle me, take my nipple and make love to it.

Now I had this wonderful lover, pulling my nipple deep into his mouth and making the nerves tingle and throb. I hear a moan deep in his throat. It excited me so much to know I pleased him. I leaned back, arching my back to give him more access. Then, as if for a baby, I break the suction of his mouth. I needed his attention on my other nipple, the one that was hard and aching and so hungry for his touch. Ah, his mouth latched on, he was sucking hungrily again, his fingernails raking gently and then more insistently on the other breast. I was breathing faster, moving my pelvis against his hardness...wanting him inside me but holding off until it is impossible to wait another minute. My hands were in his hair. I was kissing his head, his ears, wherever my mouth could reach.

Celine Dion was singing...Falling Into You...yes, I am...I am his...I want only him. I want to belong to him. I want to fall into him so completely. God, his mouth on my nipple is so exquisite, pulling softly then roughly, licking, nibbling, sucking, just breathing. He was driving me crazy, making me moan and beg. I want him to fuck me, fuck me deep and hard and fast. I sat up straighter and felt his cock slip between my legs, the tip touching my slit. I reached down and wrapped my fingers around his hardness, moving the velvet tip up and down along my newly shaven pussy, his pre-come lubricating his way. I was holding his hot cock in my hand when suddenly he released my nipple and lifted his face to meet mine. We kissed, his tongue plunging wildly into my mouth and moving quickly, touching everywhere, tasting everywhere. When the kiss ended, he looked into my eyes and I saw the fire and need in his beautiful eyes.

He simply said, "yes", then he plunged his cock, MY cock, deeply into my hungry, wet cunt, deep, fast and very hard. I cried out! The men were cheering, telling him that he should give her what she wants, make her happy. He looked at the men and nodded his head and smiled. His hands were on my ass, holding me and lifting me up and down on his hard cock, setting the pace as he moved in and out of my hot pussy. I looked at him. Smiling, I asked if I had ever told him the story of my twat? It was a nice little twat, minding her own business most days, quietly just there in my panties. She had been a good little twat all these years. Then, I think of Michael and I find myself in possession of a pussy, a hungry little pussy, hot and pink, wanting him.

Then, ah, then, he came to me...I went to him...and that sweet little pussy became a cunt. A devouring, needy cunt, needy for him, devouring him, deep into my hot pinkness, my smooth heat. This is the home I have ready for him, just him. As I told him this, I felt his cock moving smoothly into me, staying longer each stroke, feeling the way my cunt sheaths him, holds him in place. I stopped moving and just flexed my muscles, the ones that gripped him tightly when he is inside me. He smiled. I heard that delicious sound, the one made by a hot, wet cock inside a needy cunt. That is us, that is our music. Finally, he lifted me off his cock and slowly and deeply set me back down. My muscles are gripping him so tightly. I was kissing his mouth and whispering how much he meant to me. The men are silent now, watching. I felt him tensing inside me. His finger reached between us and found my sensitive little clit and rubbed so quickly and firmly. The heat was building inside me.

I kept saying his name, "please, please, help me," As I exploded, my body started shaking and trembling. He held me close until my eyes focused again. Then I felt his swelling. He kissed me deeply as I felt his come filling me.

The Downfall of Donna Reed 7

At some point, Michael turned on the bench, stretching out full length, taking me with him. I was lying on top of him, somewhat like a little rag doll, totally sated and limp. His lovely hands rubbed up and down my back, making little circles and tracing hearts and words of love. I could almost hear him purring with happiness and satisfaction. I was drifting off to sleep when he began talking to me, whispering words of love. One thing that did get through the sleep haze was that, perhaps, we should move on, leave our dressing room prior to security finding us.

Then we did as all lovers do, we planned our next meeting, our next rendezvous. We found that we each had a few days that week without spouses in town. I boldly invited him to my house, my own bed, to continue my education. We carefully planned the time and then we started kissing again. The thought of having him all to myself for an entire day had me so excited, but the thought of the security finding us kept invading my mind. Reluctantly, we pulled apart. Michael helped me dress, well, not exactly helping because he insisted on kissing all the places I was trying to cover. Finally, we were both presentable. Verifying once again our meeting for Wednesday, we kissed and I left the dressing room.

Tuesday was spent straightening the house, looking at everything as Michael would. I also kept running the tape in my mind, of Carolyn and then Michael, touching my body, pleasuring me. I never knew I could feel such passion, such joy. I happily packed Jim's bag, cooked him a wonderful dinner, even allowed him to fuck my body. It was as predicable as always. He turned to me after the 10 PM news, pulled up my gown and climbed onto my still form. He fucked me with no foreplay, no words of love, no teasing or caressing. After many hard strokes in my unprepared pussy, he came. Kissing my cheek, he rolled away, saying he was leaving early in the morning and would try not to wake me. I couldn't stop comparing the loving from Michael with this invasion of my body by my husband. It made me even surer that being with my lover was the correct thing to do.

Finally, it was Wednesday. A beautiful spring day. The day I welcomed my lover to my home. I love spring...this kind of spring, when the trees are bursting with greenness, and the flowers are breaking through the earth, the air was heavy with honeysuckle and the scent of new-mown grass. It was a lovely day. The sunshine was nearly painful in its brilliance. My lover was coming to me, to spend a glorious day with me, to make love with me until we were both exhausted and could only manage a smile, to just be here in my arms as I kept dreaming he was. He would be here soon. I went to my room, my private bower, where I would soon welcome Michael. I looked over the room one more time with his eyes. The bed was welcoming with pillows and a warm quilt. A scented vanilla candle was perfuming the air. The CD player was full of lovely, romantic tunes, filling my ears with songs of love and passion. I had opened the big window that faces the private backyard. The men were outside, mowing the grass and weeding my garden. The yard would look perfect when my lover stood at this window. I wanted everything to BE perfect.

Now, it was time for me. I dropped my shorts and shirt in a little heap outside the shower and stepped into the powerful spray. I let the warm water cascade down my hair, as if it were my sweetheart's fingers. I filled my hand with vanilla shampoo and started to wash my hair, gathering it on top of my head and making all sorts of fancy hairdos, feeling the sensuality of his fingers touching my scalp. My eyes were closed. I was vaguely aware of the lawn guys talking outside my window. I looked through the clear shower curtain and

could see them walking about, doing their work. I leaned forward to rinse my hair, feeling the lather sliding off my now squeaky-clean head. As I massaged in the conditioner, I again felt his fingers touching my head. Now he was massaging my scalp and neck, his fingers playing with my ears and chin. I love his touch. After clipping my wet hair on top of my head, I reached out to the shelf to select a scented soap for my shower. I was aware that more men are within vision of the window, but I was glad they were doing their work and would soon be gone.

I selected a vanilla soap and poured it into my hands. I washed my arms and shoulders. As I reached my breasts, I thought of how much he loved them, loved the responsiveness of my nipples to his touch. I slowly ran my fingers over the nipples, feeling them stiffen and get all bumply. I pinched them lightly and then ran my fingernails over them. My eyes closed again and a moan escaped my lips. I wanted him there now. I was so hungry for him, my nipples were aching for his touch and I tried to abate that desire with my own clumsy

hands. I continued to lather my body, thinking of how he would do it, how his hands would slide here and linger there. After rinsing off the soap, I reached between my legs and touched so gently there. I knew what I would find. The lips were already full of excitement, the moisture there having nothing to do with my shower. I poured more vanilla soap into my palm and begin soaping up my soft, hairless mound. With my eyes closed, I easily imagined my lover in the shower with me, cleaning me with his long, sensitive fingers, touching the spots he knows are my favorites, knowing that everywhere he touches quickly becomes my favorite.

My little shy clit is already blooming, swollen and aching. I touch it with the tip of my finger and feel the pleasure race through me. I knew I should be waiting, that he would be there soon, but I couldn't stop my finger from its path, gently running back and forth on my little nubbin, circling it and making it so hard. I was leaning on the wall, almost unable to stand alone. I kept thinking that he would be doing this or that and then performing the very act I knew he would perform. My fingers were flying inside me, touching my sweet clit, moving deeper, my fingers were entering me and feeling the hot pinkness of me. I needed my lover so much. The other hand was moving over my nipples, feeling the hardness and fueling the ache. I was touching myself as he would, but it was not enough. I lacked the skill of his fingers, I missed his kiss, his warmth, his scent. I was leaning on the wall, looking through the clear curtain, willing him to me. I saw a man entering the bathroom. The curtain opened and it was my lover, my sweet Michael, coming to me as I hoped he would. He was already naked and ready for me. I saw his cock was hard and reaching for me, as anxious as I was to make love. He entered the shower, noting my hand between my legs, my other hand on my breast. He smiled, telling me he was here now, let him help me.

He placed his hands gently on my cheeks, moving his fingers into my wet hair and kissed me the way he knew I needed, slowly and deeply, as if nothing matters in all the world but this kiss of greeting. Our bodies moved together, blended together, until we were molded one against the other. Then he pulled away and held my body under the spray, making sure that all the vanilla lather was rinsed away. He stepped out of the shower and wrapped in a towel, taking another one off the rack for me. He held the towel out for me and I stepped into it. We stood there, so hungry for each other, so ready to make love. He was deliberately delaying it, making me wait. He dried my hair with a smaller towel and stood behind me, combing it, taking extra time with all the tangles. He was so incredibly gentle. All the while, I can feel his hard cock pressed against me. I am aware we were standing next to the open window and the lawn men were still at work, but suddenly that didn't seem too important.

He dried my shoulders and arms, softly and gently, making me feel like the most precious person on earth. I liked the feeling of being so small in his arms, feeling so fragile when he touched me. He lowered my bath towel now, drying my body. He sprayed my vanilla mist on me, rubbed my back with vanilla lotion. I stood before him, both of us facing the mirror. I am naked and clean and so in need of him. He turned me then, so I could face him and feel his chest against me. I felt his hard cock throbbing against me too, yet I knew there was no urgency, no rush. We had all day...all day to make love and exhaust each other.

I take the small towel and start to dry his chest and back. I am kissing his chest as I dry it, sucking on his tiny, yet very responsive, nipples. He was moaning and leaning toward me. I was so glad he was enjoying it. I love making him happy, giving him pleasure. I let his bath towel drop to the floor and I was once again amazed at the size and heat of his cock. Every time I see it, I am thrilled anew that it is mine, that I can play with it all I want and love it and kiss it and make him squirm with delight. We stand together now, our naked bodies pressed together, our mouths meeting and our mutual moans growing louder.

The Downfall of Donna Reed 6

I rested against him and listened to his heartbeat return to normal. I heard him chuckle deep in his chest and smiled against him. His hands were running up and down my naked side, just touching and learning. I felt myself getting ready, felt the heat gathering in my center.

All my married life, I had been told that sex was a onetime activity. You did it in the dark, you did it quickly, you satisfied your husband and you went to sleep. That was sex. That was married sex. There were no lights, no soft touches, no gentle kisses, certainly no conversation.

Now I was sitting on Michael's naked lap in bright lights and my body was exhausted from all the loving. I smiled to myself, thinking..." exhausted, but not dead". His fingers traced my body, making me squirm on his lap, making me think of all those chats about my pretty pinkness, my warm home. At first, they were just random movements, him just touching me. Then his fingers moved to my nipples. I felt the slow circles he made around the entire breast, slowly centering down to my hard nubbins. He gently pinched and flicked the sensitive skin, making them harder and making my back arch to him. He lowered his head to my aching breasts, sucking first one, then the other. I felt his hot, demanding mouth pulling on me, sucking hungrily and I kept thinking about how much I wanted him.

Michael lifted his head and smiled at me. He easily picked me up and turned me toward the mirror. My legs spread over his hips and I could feel his cock pressed against my ass. As I sat on his thighs, I watched our reflections in the mirror. I watched his hungry mouth moving on my neck, watched myself throw back my head, encouraging him. His fingers returned to my nipples and I saw the way they made love to them. I thrust my breast into his hands, willing him to touch me there forever. Then, his hands started to move. He traced the sensitive undersides of my breasts, softly moving his fingers around and around. As his hands returned to my flat abdomen, they began to slide down, moving slowly and carefully as I wriggled with anticipation. Finally, his hands rested on my thighs, my soft skin quivering under his fingers. I could see in the mirror how wanton I looked, sitting there naked and spread wide open to him. His fingers moved to my smooth mound, slipping into my hot little slit and spreading the lips. Now he could see my pinkness in all of its glory, all wet and shiny and incredibly pink. His fingers lingered there, touching and rubbing. Once he slipped two fingers deep inside me, making me cry out. With the other hand, he gently circled my clit, causing it to forget its shyness and come out to him. Watching him touching me, looking at his face in the mirror and then at his fingers busily inside me had quite an effect on me. I felt as if I were on fire, I was moaning and murmuring his name and encouraging him to continue his activities. I could feel my orgasm gathering, centering on my baby smooth pussy.

Suddenly, he stopped everything. He looked at my surprised face in the mirror and kissed my cheek. Then he placed his hands under my arms and lifted me up and back. I could see the hardness of his cock, the thickness of it as I was lowered down on it. Finally, I felt Michael inside me. I brought my legs up on the bench seat to get some leverage and began to ride his cock. It was much thicker and longer than I was used to, but I loved the feeling of being so full of him. Sometimes I would rock back and forth, sometimes move up and down. Michael returned the finger to my clit and I could hear how wet it was as he rubbed it.

I had a surprise for Michael. I stopped moving all together and just used my muscles to massage his cock. He gasped at the first stroke and then chuckled. I think he liked all the things I had learned for him. His other hand roamed freely over my body as we fucked. Up and down, up and down, I rode his hardness, trying to get him as deep inside me as possible. His finger moved faster on my clit, his breath harder in my ear. I could feel the heat moving up my legs as our eyes met in the mirror. I continued to urge him to fuck me harder and deeper as our movements became frenetic.

Michael gave one final thrust, one last touch of my clit and we both began coming. I could feel his come shooting into me as my juices mingled with his. My pussy clamped around his cock and milked him.

He leaned back against the wall, taking me with him. Our eyes closed and his arms wrapped around me. I could feel his heart pounding on my back, feel his breath in my hair. We remained in this position until we could breathe again. I lazily looked into the mirror and saw us, me on top of my lover, his cock still deep inside me, come sliding down my shaved pussy. We smiled at each other in the mirror, both saying, "I love you" at the same time.

The Downfall of Donna Reed 5

Finally we met. The moment I had been waiting for had arrived. But instead of being all dressed up in a beautiful outfit, wonderfully made up, I was sitting in a dressing room, naked, wet, panting from making love to a woman! There stood my Michael, smiling and taking in the entire scene. I heard his voice and my trained pussy started to ache for him. Carolyn stood up, taking my hands in hers and smiling. She leaned over and kissed my forehead, murmuring, "Goodbye, my little one. This was a morning to remember." With a nod to Michael, she was gone.

I shyly looked at my phone lover. He was standing by the door, dressed in a business suit. He wore silver wire frame glasses on his intense blue eyes. I could smell Obsession for Men filling the little room. He was watching me, waiting for me to make a move. I closed my legs and lowered my feet. Being short, my feet dangled a little bit above, so I nervously started to swing them. I looked into the mirror and saw the unlikely vision of me, like a little girl, but so very naked and womanly. Michael said my name again. God, I loved the sound of his voice.

He took a step toward me, holding out his hand. I reached for him and felt his strength as he pulled me forward. Now, we stood near each other, one of us naked, the other perfectly dressed. He smiled down at me and caressed my face. I felt my eyes close as he finally touched me. He placed his hands on my cheeks and leaned down to kiss me. This was something I could not imagine, no matter how hard I tried. I could pretend it was Michael touching my nipples, holding my pussy, loving me. But I could never feel his kisses and this was something I really missed. I felt his soft lips just touching me, so gently, I was afraid I was imagining it.

Slowly his lips moved back and forth, causing me to open my lips to him, just a little. Finally, I could feel his tongue pressing on my mouth. He gently circled my lips, carefully outlining them and then gliding over them. He tasted so delicious. My fingers reached up to his head, sliding into his soft, brown hair and holding him in place. I found myself leaning into his body in an effort to sink deeper into him. His fingers moved so softly on my face, slowly moving to my jaw, my neck, my shoulders. Then he stopped. I looked up at him, wonderingly. He stood before me, holding my shoulders in his large, capable hands.

My nipples were puffy from the contact with his clothes, I was breathing hard, my pelvis arching toward him. He was waiting for me to make the first move. His little Donna Reed, the woman he had trained to want him....he expected her to initiate today's adventures. I didn't mind, I wanted him. My shaky hands reached up for his jacket. He shrugged his shoulders to help me. I worked on the tie. Lord, why did men want to strangle themselves with this piece of silk? Finally, I was able to loosen the knot and slip the tie over his head.

He was wearing a lovely pale blue shirt, making his eyes so bright and deep. Now I felt comfortable, this was something I dreamed of doing for so long. Slowly, I unbuttoned his shirt, trailing kisses down his chest, leaving a kiss for each button opened. I went on tiptoe to slowly suck first one of his nipples and then the other. I couldn't help smiling as I heard the intake of breath and soft moan escape his lips. This man was so beautiful.

My husband, Jim, was of slight build. He was not a tall man, I often felt he was too fragile for this world and treated him accordingly. Michael was everything I wanted. Tall and sturdy, with a lovely chest, slightly hairy. He had the most beautiful nipples, very sensitive to my touch, perfect for sucking and licking. My arms slid around his waist and I held him to me. Now, I was the fragile one, the tiny one. I loved the feeling of that. My hands were running over his back and sides, touching all the skin I had dreamed about all these months. As my fingers passed over his nipples, I felt them harden further. I loved the way he responded to me!

My nervous fingers slid to his belt. I had only been with one man my entire life. I had only seen one penis in all my years. I looked up at him. He was smiling and looking at me lovingly. He assured me it was going to be all right. He said there was no rush and perhaps I had had enough excitement for one day. If so, he would understand. But I felt as if all my life had been leading to this one moment, when I would meet and love this man, my Michael.

I knew now what I wanted. My fingers skillfully undid the buckle and unzipped his pants. I hooked my thumbs inside his shorts and lowered everything to the floor. I was still nervous about seeing his penis, my eyes looked everywhere but there. I heard Michael chuckle as he slid his fingers under my chin. He raised my face to his and kissed me so sweetly. " I love you, Rachel," he said. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to do." My arms went around his neck and I reached for his delicious mouth, kissing him deeply and slowly. I knew what I wanted to do and fully planned on doing it!

I stepped back from him and boldly looked at my lover. I looked from the top of his head, past the face I already loved and continued looking and smiling as I started learning about him. He had a lovely tan, dark brown nipples, a flat, but soft, tummy. As my gaze moved lower, I saw, for the first time, his lovely penis. It was long and thick, with the softest brown curlies surrounding it. As if reading my mind, he lovingly said, " It is a cock, Rachel, not a penis. It is a cock that wants his home. You are my home, Rachel, and I ache for you."

I stepped back to the bench and sat down, pulling Michael with me. Now he stood right before me, as I looked directly at his erect cock. I tentatively leaned forward and licked just the head, taking the tiny drop from there into my mouth. His cock responded by moving forward, as if searching for my mouth. I took a deep breath and opened my mouth, feeling a cock in my virgin mouth for the first time. He was so large, so hard, I was worried about choking or not being enough for him. His fingers were in my hair, he was murmuring, saying I should take my time, enjoy myself and stop if I felt uncomfortable.

We had talked about this so many times on the phone. I had imagined his cock in my mouth, the texture, the taste. I just did what came naturally. I opened my mouth and let my tongue slowly swirl around the velvety head. Just that. I would carefully lick away any pre-come, savoring it. Then I would return to my slow licking and nibbling. Occasionally, I would clasp the entire head into my mouth and just suck on it, just the head. He seemed to like that. His fingers would tighten on my scalp and he would move his hips closer to me. I grew bolder as I realized how much he liked what I was doing, and slid my lips down the underside of his cock.

The amazing thing was how much bigger it could become. If I was impressed by my first sight of it, I was now totally in awe. The more I touched or licked, the larger and harder it became. I nibbled at the base of his cock, as I listened to his moans and sighs. I ran my tongue up the underside and engulfed the head in my hot little mouth, sucking softly. Each time I did this, there seemed to be more precome waiting for me. I let the tip of my tongue slip into his tiny slit, catching droplets as he produced them. I lingered at the spot where the head met the shaft, the little V, and I quickly flicked that spot over and over.

As my mouth and tongue made love to his cock, my hands were on his ass, stroking them, learning them. I moved my soft little hands up and down his thighs, feeling the strength of his muscles, the softness of his skin. As he stood before me, enjoying my explorations, I heard him say to touch him....THERE. My hands reached up and cupped his full balls. His long, slow YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS told me I had picked the right spot. I let my fingers travel over his full, swinging balls, learning the texture, the feel, the weight. I was feeling quite skilled by now, making my man moan and sigh like this. I boldly lowered my mouth down his shaft, taking more into my mouth. My head bobbed up and down as I lovingly sucked his hard cock further into my mouth.

We had discussed this so many times on the phone, whether I would swallow his come if I had the opportunity. In theory, I always thought I would. Now, it was no longer theory. All I could think about was how much I wanted to taste this man, swallow him, have part of him in me. So I continued my ministrations, sucking and licking and massaging. His hips were moving back and forth. His moans were louder. His hands in my hair were more demanding. I caressed his balls and sucked his cock, wanting him to explode in my virgin mouth, to fill me. I heard him saying my name, and trying to pull back. I couldn't stop now.

His fingers became steely as they held my head to him. His already huge cock swelled further and suddenly exploded in my mouth. I started swallowing faster and faster as his hot come filled my mouth repeatedly. I sucked and sucked, feeling him slowing finally. Now, his cock was soft, smaller. Now, like a kitten, I licked and cleaned and loved his cock. His fingers were softly playing in my hair now. I looked up at my lover, my true lover now, and smiled. He sat down on the bench and pulled me into his lap. I rested my head against his shoulder and smiled as I listened to his heart beating.