Consequences: Donna - Sex Stories

Consequences: Donna

... pussy. I shaved for you, Ben." Her hands caressed my face and we kissed. When her hands went south they found I was as hard as I was likely to get. She wiggled and found a way to take my cock in her mouth. I turned me and pushed face first in between her thighs. She was dripping wet and the fragrance rising from her was sweet. We ate each other without hurry. I explored her and she explored me. After she shook and moaned through her first climax she pushed me onto my back and climbed aboard my hips, impaling herself on my cock. My thoughts went to the day before I flew to Salt Lake and Donna perched on me. Her trimmed pussy with lips so small it was almost like she didn't have lips until after we screwed. Her breasts creamy white and heavily "D" cupped. Looking at Megan I saw thousands of freckles all over her body, no tan lines, no hair anywhere near her pussy and two conical "A" cupped breasts with areola and nipples that already looked swollen. Words seemed out of place. We made noises but none were words. We fit together, savoring the motion, the friction and both the sights and feelings of being joined. We traded positions, me dominant, her dominant until we became frantic and came noisily. Then we lay together and touched. Her hands found my scars and she asked about them. As I told her the stories of how I'd gotten the scars she caressed them and kissed them. Asking me took my memories back to South East Asia and three years of pain, before I knew Donna. I searched ...

... her body for scars, moles and other marks. I found four. When I touched a four-inch scar just above her mound she said, "Looks like a C-section scar. It isn't. All the parts that allow a woman to make babies had to be removed. I no longer have periods." "Yesterday, you were describing feelings you had when you lost those parts." She nodded. We kissed. I held her down on her back and said, "Don't move, just watch." I leaned and kissed her breasts, one at a time. With each kiss I said, "You are loved." I moved lower and kissed along that four-inch scar repeating, "You are loved." I moved up, holding her arms pressed against the mattress and I kissed her face as my cock slid back inside her. "I have no idea what's coming, but I want you in my life." "We just met yesterday." Megan said, between kisses. "How can you say you love me?" I pulled back a little and asked, "Love isn't an accident. You meet someone and notice an attraction. You get to choose. Open to the possibility or walk away. I choose possibility. I ask myself, have you or I had better sex in the last few months? Do you have a lover waiting for you in L.A.?" "No and No. Are you crazy?" "Probably. Being crazy feels really good right now." I paused took a breath and said, "I need to love someone. I need to love someone with freckles, no tan lines and a pussy she shaved for me." We kissed, lost count of the kisses and somehow tab A fit into slot A long enough that we needed another shower. After another shower I reached ...