Blame Abba Chapter 3

"Don't worry, Donna, I've felt good before but never like this. I want you to be my woman."

"Only for you," I breathed in his ear.

My lace-encased tits brushed against his chest, my leg rubbed his.

"Touch me," I asked, "Please. I'm your woman."

I took his hand and placed it on my breast.

"Oh God."

I leaned in and kissed him. He resisted just a little but I pushed him down onto the bed, then I rolled onto him and groped his body with my hands. I couldn't resist, as he knew I couldn't. He tentatively slid his free hand inside my bra.

"Yes," I moaned.

He rolled on top of me. I kissed his lips, explored his mouth, felt his tongue tenderly caress mine. I ran my hands down his back as he kissed my neck.

"I need it. I want it. Christ, Patrick, I need to get fucked. I want you to be the one to do it," I moaned.

I pulled him hard against me, kissed him long and hard. Nervously, I reached down again with my right hand, and gently gripped the shaft of his cock. I saw my scarlet-and-gold tipped fingers on it. I moved my hand back and forth. The skin felt like satin, and is was so soft but over a rock-hard core. He must really like me.

I was fascinated. I moved my head forward and felt the dryness of his cock-head on my lips. I pursed my lips and kissed the bulging blood-engorged head. I liked the way the dryness felt on my lips, as I kissed my first cock. I could not help but to look up at him. I saw his blue eyes looking down at me. I wondered what I must look like to him.

Did he see me as a pretty girl, kissing his cock for him? I hoped so. His eyes fascinated me. He smiled with them, then he spoke quietly.

"Open your pretty mouth, Donna, and put my cock inside your mouth."

It was the right thing for me to do. I opened my mouth and felt his cock as it moved ever so slowly over my sensitive lips, as he entered me. I could hardly believe what I was doing, but I could not stop myself. I wanted to please my boy friend, like any other girl wants to please a man she likes.