A&C 05: Donna Exposed

Literotic asexstories – A&C 05: Donna Exposed by AlexFourways,AlexFourways
Alice and Company – UK Spring Lockdown Tales.

05. Donna Exposed

This story is fiction and you are welcome to imagine the characters as you wish but everyone is 18+ at the time the story happens. Hopefully this is plausible. Issues such as STDs and family planning are considered outside of the narrative.

It starts during the end of the second wave of Covid 19 in England. It comes after a 1. Beautiful Spring Sunday, 2. The Next Morning, 3. Art of Customer Service and 4. Rumbled and the Outcome.

You are recommended to read those first.

In particular, this is the companion for 4. Rumbled and Outcome and continues the story that is broken there, but also 6. Thor’s Story, which is most of the events from Eric’s point of view.

This, as far as I can tell, counts as First Time. The companion Thor’s Story I will put as Romance. Your milage may vary.

Surprise, surprise! It’s not Alice, it’s Donna, Al’s best friend.

I worked for Alice before she sold us to the devil for her own base profit. Actually, what the American company were after was the patents, but she made sure that we had a guaranteed five year’s job security.

Even when the company was re-sold, the employment protection remained, which puzzled our American owners. Other’s might have been upset, but I didn’t begrudge Al’s millions and we were still good friends and I had worked with her on projects in her palatial house, the rebuilt Fourways Farm.

If you want to know about me, read Rumbled and Outcome but let’s say I am five feet thirteen in my stocking feet, so I don’t wear high heels, often, and have the figure to suit, i.e. 50″E breasts and all the rest. As a result, I look down on most men’s tits, many of which seem to either steroid or beer enhanced!

I have long, blonde hair halfway down my back, masses of it, that I normally wear in a ponytail.

You should know that there is one man, Eric, not unkindly known as ‘the Viking’ who ‘floats my boat’ but he behaves as if I were his sister and that means he is more tactile with me than anyone else, if you call chaste hugs and pecks on the cheek tactile!

He keeps fit by walking, cycling, horse riding and such and I have often been out with him doing the same, he used to do sailing but we are too far from anywhere for that, but who knows one day we might sail together. We are so likeminded people could mistake us for siblings, and some do. So, the event that Al and I planned almost felt like cheating, but a girl has her limits.

Al, can’t tell the full story as I knew her secrets and could utter the magic words to get my privacy when I needed it. So she has asked me to tell what happened, in full, particularly the bit after I metaphorically ‘drew the curtains’ on the peeping Toms I suspected where peeking in. So, back to the start of our escapade.

Donna Exposed

As Lockdown rules were being relaxed Al invited me over for the afternoon to have a light lunch and a glass or two of wine outdoors. I was hoping to see the two lads who live with her, but Billy was away seeing his parents in Wales and, even more disappointingly, Callum was at work.

I had noticed Al’s mood improve in our video chats and while we were chatting and laughing; I became convinced I knew her secret and put a hand on hers. “OK, you lucky bitch, which of the lads are you bonking?” She hesitated and I knew I was not only right, but more than right and squealed. “Both of them, you randy bitch! Do they know?” She sat there – open mouthed so I added. “What both at once?” Now I could hardly imagine a three-way, but there again they were too good looking blokes and even with Billy’s reputation it wasn’t beyond possibility for a woman as self assured as Al.

She had the decency to look a bit ashamed, but then beamed. “Well, not every time. OK, how did you know?”

I squeezed her hand. “You are so happy and radiant; hey you are not up the duff are you?”

“Certainly not! The very idea.”

She gave me the lowdown how it started.

I knew the dark secret about the extensive CCTV in her house so I asked. “Can I watch?”

“You haven’t enough time.” Al giggled.

“That much, eh, well just a clip or two, for your best friend.” Blimey I must have sounded desperate. Not surprisingly because I was.

“OK, I know it’s against the rules, but for you, let’s do it,” She gave me a hug. “but don’t blame me if you rub yourself raw, or pounce on Eric and tear his clothes off in public, or both!”

To cover a slight pang of sadness at the mention of Eric, oh how I would love to rip the clothes off him, I laughed and replied. “Oh, the edited will do.” And with that we went inside and off to her video control and software development room she euphemistically calls her Studio.

After about an hour and a half, we had drunk more wine than was good for both of us, which ruled out me driving home that evening. Possibly it was the wine, or the videos of Alice being pleasured both lads individually and by both at once, but by the end we were both giggling and touching ourselves up.

Then I said. “Right girl, if you love me as your best friend, then let’s arrange a four-way. Don’t let the lads know, especially Billy or he will turn up at my house, let it be a surprise.”

Alice explained that Billy was much less grab and go as between herself and Callum they had been educating him, but I had my doubts, ‘Billy the Bang’ a reformed man? As if! Well I suppose the video doesn’t lie, but edited highlights might tell a particular story. Whatever reservations Alice had, we agreed that we would ambush them with a double pussy feast.

We set a date and discussed what to wear. Unlike Alice, I only have sports costumes that have to have lots of support and coverage, so we settled on really putting on a show in our best sexy red lace lingerie, complete, at my insistence, of stockings and suspenders worn with high heels, a novelty.

I didn’t reveal that that would mean me doing on-line shopping for everything especially the shoes as ladies size nine wide are hard to come by. Alice said she could guarantee that they would be there and that the lads would be smart and groomed.

So, I came over to Al’s just after lunch and we did the full girlie getting ready bit, hair wash and dry, Alice convincing me to wear my hair loose, rather than a ponytail. We kept snacking and got through a bottle of wine before we did our makeup and changed into our new lingerie and admiring each other’s get up. I felt a pang of regret flash across my mind that it wouldn’t be Eric seeing me like this.

At the appointed hour we put on matching pink silk dressing gowns and went down to the Sun Lounge where we were sat on the chaise lounge, and I noticed some towelling covered yoga mats strewn about in case they were needed. I was getting nervous and was glad of the wine calming me down. When we heard the lads approaching, we stood and when they came in it was all I could do to not to leap on them.

Callum was in the lead and when he saw me; he stopped in his tracks. “Donna, what are you doing here?” Before I could say anything, Billy said. “Getting in on a bit of Al’s fun.” And headed past Callum heading for me like a shark after a swimmer, I braced myself for impact, but Callum caught Billy by the arm, bringing him to a stop.

Callum’s comment seemed odd, but I stood and shrugged off my dressing gown, eliciting a ‘Wow’ from Billy, but as he went to move forward, Callum held him back again. Alice then stood up beside me, as a bit of sisterly solidarity, but that didn’t extend to losing her dressing gown, but I sensed we were off script.

Callum, in his normal measured and reassuring tone, “Donna, do you know that Eric has a total crush on you?”

I was gobsmacked and must have looked silly; but responded. “Are you sure, he doesn’t show it?”

Billy butted in. “It’s true, he always goes on about you, how he worships your body.”

I replied, now unsure of myself. “Well, he’s got a strange way of showing it, I can hardly get a good kiss out of him.”

Billy then said something a bit cruel; but made me feel for Eric “Men who put women on pedestals don’t knock them off.”

Alision, tried to regain control of the situation “Donna, it seems Eric has some sort of terminal shyness, do you like him enough to abandon this plan?”

I surprised myself, and possibly everyone by blurting out. “If it wasn’t for his inaction; I could even say I love him.”

Callum left the room whilst we stood like we were in shock, which I was. He came back with his mobile pinned to his ear in full ‘Manager dealing with a crisis mode’, I could easily have changed my mind for a chance with him at that point.

“Eric, drop whatever you are doing and get over to Alice’s place.” There was a pause. “Eric, there is nothing possibly more important, you are needed here so shift. … Don’t worry about Covid rules, just get here, see you at the front door in ten minutes! Shift!”

He hung up. “Right he will be here in ten minutes, where are you going to meet him Donna?”

I was confused. “Er, what was he doing?”

Billy was as brash as ever. “Probably wanking off over a porn movie with a girl looking like Donna.”

Both Alice and Callum snapped. “Billy!”

“It’s true! Honest, He’s given me some.”

I should have been appalled but found it perversely flattering and I think I blushed but asked. “Some movies?”

Billy muttered. “Er, actually all of them.”

I felt relieved, Eric clearly thought of me sexually, and I knew I felt the same way.

Alice took control, “Right, Donna, let’s get you set up in the Library, lots of nice furnishing options in there, and we will take a few of the mats. Billy, go to your kitchen and Cal and myself will meet you there.”

Within fifteen minutes, I heard the doorbell ring and was waiting, both nervous and excited, in the Library. I was sat off to the side where I wouldn’t be seen immediately when Callum showed Eric in and I heard him say in full, Manager tones. “You are needed in there mate, and don’t you dare mess this up!”

Eric walked in his tight red sports top that showed off his lovely chest, and baggy shorts that showed off nothing, clearly he had cycled here. His blonde hair, longer than normal, was tousled. A thought crossed my mind that his shorts or trousers were always baggy, like he had bought 38″ waist and belted it down to his 32″ one.

He wandered into the middle of the library looking like he was heading into a trap, so I sprang it. “Hi Eric.”

Eric turned to face me and I stood and walked to within two feet of him and he looked totally at a loss as to what was happening. “Er, hello Donna.” He almost whispered. “what are you doing here?”

I put out my right arm and stroked his jaw. “Waiting for you, I’ve learnt things about you this evening that you’ve never told me.” I tried to sound soothing.

“eh, like what?” He sounded worried.

“Am I on a pedestal?” I asked as light heartedly as possible.

Eric looked puzzled, looked at my feet in the high heel shoes. “Eh, no?” His brain must have caught up. “But I do respect you… lots, enormously… totally.” He seemed to rally.

I asked in a kindly tone to avoid any hint of disapproval. “Is it true that you watch porn films where the woman looks like me?”

He coloured and shuffled oddly. “Has Billy said anything?” He sounded embarrassed.

By way of an answer I dropped the gown off my shoulders, and Eric’s eyes opened like saucers. I used what I hoped was a sexy voice. “Do you worship my body?” He just stood there and mutely nodded.

“Do you worship my breasts?” I asked quietly. I took hold of Eric’s sports top, and stepped closer. “Come and worship my breasts.” I commanded more strongly. And Eric, as if in a trance, raised his hands and held my breasts around the lace cups of the bra. He dropped his head to kiss my cleavage and his hands started to massage my breasts and his thumbs moved onto the nipples which were already starting to expand. “Up here.” I said, but in a gentle requesting way, a parody of the normal meaning.

He lifted his head and without giving him a chance to think pulled him in for a passionate kiss and when he bought his hands up to my head, I quickly removed my bra. For the first time he was giving me a French kiss and not a chaste kiss on the cheek. I was really enjoying feeling his passion but broke the kiss. Quietly, almost a whisper I told him. “They are waiting for you.” He looked puzzled, but when he looked down, he quickly cupped my naked breasts and brought his mouth to suckle first one and then the other.

It felt so good that my nipples grew to their impressive size and as he was doing this; I ran my fingers through his hair, down the side of his face, along his shoulders and down his back. I grabbed his shirt and pulled it up and he broke off contact long enough for it to come off and then he went straight back to my breasts as if he hadn’t stopped.

I was stroking Eric’s lovely upper body, including a flirting brush of his nipples, and I was starting to moan with the sensation and the pent-up feelings for Eric that were starting to be fulfilled. I even had a minor orgasm from what he was doing to because if he wasn’t sucking a nipple; he had a finger and thumb massaging it. He clearly knew what to do to a woman’s body, so wasn’t a total novice and that just deepened the mystery.

“Eric, ohhhh, Eric, ahhhh, so good, oh, you do know how to worship my breasts.” Oh I was breathless.

I thought, time to move on so I reached down and did what I had hoped Eric might have already done, and I hooked my thumbs in the waist of my panties and eased them down and kicked them off. I decided to take control. “Eric, do you worship my pussy?”

Eric broke off from my nipples. “I have never seen it, but I would love to worship it.” He almost seemed to be pleading.

I turned up the sexy quotient. “Well look down, today is the day.” He looked down, hesitated, and fell to his knees, he seemed uncertain as to what to do, so I widened my stance, wiggled my hips and felt my lips part.

That must have done it as he grabbed my hips and buried his face in the space between my legs, lapping up and down from my perinium to clit, his nose ending up amongst the landing strip on my mons, and I really liked the pressure there, something most men miss. Yes, he knew about pleasuring a woman, but why did he act like contact was forbidden.

Oh my GOD! Eric was going at it like a starving man and I felt my legs starting to fail, and so was my voice. “Come here, I need, ahhh, need, to sit.” So, I dragged him, as a four legged beast, back the chair behind me and collapsed, my butt right on the edge and my legs spread wide. I knew where the cameras were and guessed we would not be alone, so I did what I could to put on a good show, it might be worth being able to see it myself later if the next stage failed to launch.

As Eric continued to pleasure me, with his left hand now on my breast and nipple, I looked up at one of the spotlights set in the ceiling and some detail made me wonder if that was all they were.

I felt Eric was doing something new and now I was being penetrated, albeit cautiously by his index finger. I ruffled his hair in encouragement.

I moaned. “Oh, that’s nice, doo mooorreee!” He added a second finger and started to rock them in and out, whilst his lips and tongue were now focused on my clit, its hood and the lips around it. I remembered what Alice had said about Callum finding the g-spot that she didn’t know she had. Now I had looked for mine, but possibly it’s like trying to tickle yourself, but how to ask…

I stroked Eric’s hair and whispered. “Try and find my g-spot.” Actually, as I was mumbling and panting it sounded more like, “trriiii ahhh fffiinddd miiii geeespttttt.” But either Eric was about to do that, or understood, as he turned his hand around and I sensed he had three fingers in me.

Now men think that only cocks and condoms come in different sizes, but then rave about tight pussies. Women vary and along with my ample curves, I am larger on the inside, both top and bottom, and I can deep throat like a porn star. Aware that some smaller men can feel they are getting lost in my vagina, I have built up a good pelvic floor and can squeeze any manhood as good as any woman.

I gave his fingers a squeeze to let him know that my openness wouldn’t lead to disappointment. Whether in response or not, I felt his fingertips slide along the top of my sex and I gave a sudden spasm and gasped, he had found it, how did I let him know. He didn’t need telling, he moved his fingers back in and came back again, this time with a little swirl, right on the…

“ffffuuuucccckkkiiinnnggg, oh my GOD!” spot.

He was good at this and if I hadn’t known from how he kissed me, make love to my breasts, pleasured my pussy and now g-spot, it was clear he had done this to other women, so why so shy, what was his problem? My problem now was that I was unable to think anymore due to the series of orgasms raging through my body and my hips were in danger to terminally crushing Eric’s head. My thighs were vibrating and so were my arms causing my breasts to sway as I started to scream.

“EeeerrriiiKKKK! I’mmmm Cummmiiinnngggg! Ohhhh, myyyyy GGGOOODDDD! You, AaaHHHhhhh, sooooo, OOhhh Ahh, Ffuuuccckkkiiinnggg, GOOOODDD! AAahhhh!”

And with that I pulled his head tight against my pussy and kicked my legs out straight, causing my right shoe to shoot off, and then my whole body shook, and my back arched. The shoe clattered off something in the distance.

“FFFFUUUUCCCCKKKK!!!”

And then I subsided.

I had just recovered my breath when he came at me again and I was trembling, screaming, bucking my hips and still he worked wonders on my body, clearly worshiping it like the most fervent believer.

I had to stop him, if only to prevent me blacking out, so I put my hand on his head and said.

“Ericcccc… ppplleeease, OH my Fucking GOD!!!!, pleeeeassseee, IIiii ccaann… AaahaaHHAAA! cann’ttt ttaakkkeee mmmuuuucccchhhh, OHHHHH FUUUUCCCCKKKK!!!! More!”

He redoubled his efforts, possibly misunderstanding what I had said, so reluctantly, oh so very reluctantly, I had to push his head away from my pussy and he looked up looking lost and bewildered and his hand slipped out of my sopping vagina. How I didn’t squirt, not that I ever have, I didn’t know.

“Was I doing it wrong?” He asked, sounding so sad.

“Eric, you were doing it so right, but I need more, I need your dick in me.” I was pleading with him.

And his face fell and tears formed in his eyes and he sounded distraught. “It’s no good, I can’t do it, sorry, I’d better leave.”

It took me a moment to process what he had said and I needed privacy. “Please, please, just close your eyes.” I hoped Alice hadn’t changed the wake words and if she was still in her Studio, she could override them, but I’m sure she would understand.

I looked and Eric was stood there, naked chest in his baggy shorts, with his eyes closed, bless him. I leant forward, grabbed the bow in the tie cord, and pulled his shorts down and there was the most astonishing sight.

He was wearing a tight, pair of black Lycra pants showing his beautifully sculpted thighs, and no doubt butt, but where you would expect a bulge, it was virtually flat, but a swelling extended down the inside of his left thigh. Instinctively I stroked it and it pulsed and if anything got larger.

Eric gasped. “Please don’t it’s abnormal.” He pleaded in a quiet voice.

“What is abnormal?” I was genuinely puzzled.

“My penis, it’s too big. It” He was almost in tears, I felt so concerned for him.

“Who said that, jealous men in the showers?” I was almost angry.

“No girls – please let me go, I’ll go and not bother you again.” And now his tears were streaming and falling on my wrist, but he still stood there.

“Well, let this woman be the judge instead of some silly girls.” My tone was a bit harsh and that touched a raw nerve.

“They weren’t silly, I loved them, but it is abnormal as it is too big and we broke up over it!” He sounded so lost and broken, I wanted to help.

“Hey, hey, sorry, when was this?” I noticed that the bulge was still there but had become less pronounced, was that it’s flaccid size, no wonder it might frighten some girls, but I had a secret weapon.

“When I was eighteen and then twenty-one, Fiona, wanted it to be a coming-of-age present, but when she saw it she screamed and we never dated again. Gillian tried as well, but it hurt too much when I tried to get it in her. We never tried again and when she moved home from Uni and we stopped seeing each other.” His tone was so resigned to his fate, I really, really, wanted to make him feel good. I so wanted to cherish this broken god of a man.

“Well, let me try?” He looked like he was going to say no, but something, possibly Callum’s instruction held him there. “Please.” I said as gently as I could, though my curiosity and passion was fighting for the option of just ripping his pants off. If he was right, then technically he was a virgin. He seemed to slump in resignation of his fate and dumbly nodded.

I reached up and with a hand on each hip peeled his underwear down. The top of his shaft, there is no better word, came into view and caused me a sense of anticipation. Now Alice has jokingly referred to men’s equipment as sausages, and I have had a range from cocktail to saveloy, with some bangers in between, but this looked like a jumbo saveloy. So, this is where Thor had been hiding his hammer.

As the pants peeled lower it looked just as good, nice and smooth and even circumcised. As the glans came into view I moved closer, draw in my the delightful musk of his manhood and at the last moment it sprang free, swung up and across, slapping me on the jaw and splattering pre-cum down my neck.

I pulled back grabbed the most beautiful cock I had ever seen, it was long and smooth, but with the girth to match now that it was free it blossomed growing longer and wider. I was in visual heaven.

I sighed. “Eric, you have a magnificent cock, a delightful cock, a cock any man would be proud of.”

A puzzled look passed across his face but Eric looked like and angel, or more appropriately like a Greek God, Apollo, or Eros, yes Eros. No, he looked like Thor and I wanted to be Sif, his wife of the golden hair. I took his hammer and swallowed it with my lips, taking a good five inches in one go and leaving at least that much outside. My left hand went straight to his balls, which were nice and big, in a tight package, but with room for massage, which I did as my head went back and forth, taking more and more with each movement.

Poor Eric, was unable to move, his legs tied by his pants, reached down and ran his fingers through my hair and stroked my breasts. I should have known that after all that time pleasuring me, and the soaking of pre-cum, he groaned, trembled and tried to pull away, but I moved my hands quickly to his butt, OH what a nice feeling butt, to stop him and I felt his explode in my mouth.

I had pulled back to get the wonderful taste of his cum, I am rather partial to the taste, and I had to swallow as there was so much and as I swirled my tongue around his glans and worked his frenum he came again, and again, and again. I slurped and swallowed and now he wasn’t fighting I used my right hand to cuddle his balls to get every – last – tasty – drop. I pulled my mouth away and expected it to go limp, but it was still looking quite full and hung away from his leg, more out than down.

He looked upset. “Sorry, I got carried away, sorry, I’ll go.” And he went to reach for his pants. He sounded like a whipped puppy.

“What are you sorry for, that was wonderful.” I said with genuine happiness.

“What, but I came in…” He gestured towards my face, or rather mouth. “there… It’s not what I’m allowed to do.” What a mixed up soul, I’ve got my work cut out.

“Oh you silly, lovely boy, I loved it. Who said you were not allowed, Gillian?” He just nodded.

“When we played games after it didn’t fit.” He seemed a little more sure of himself.

“Does it,” I indicated his cock. “get much smaller than that?” My enquiry might have sounded a bit of a criticism.

“Not much, but it gets easier to trap against my leg.” And he went to pull his pants up again and I put my hand on their crotch of stop him.

“Tell me,” I said softly. “why do you hide it?”

He looked puzzled. “Well, like when I’m talking to you it would be embarrassing sticking out, you would think I was being rude.”

I sighed. “And you were told to hide it?”

He nodded again and then said. “It doesn’t matter, it’s too big and I had better go.” And with one hand he flattened it against his thigh and tried to pull his pants up.

I got firm with him. “Don’t You DARE!” I said, partly because I wanted to stop him and partly because I wanted that cock in my well and truly ready pussy. Poor Eric, he looked confused, lost, the world had changed, and he didn’t know what to do.

I on the other hand did know what to do, and blimey I was going to do it!

“Eric,” Now it was my turn to plead. “I’m going to have your cock in me if it’s the last one I ever have! Now, go and lie on that mat.” Well, he nearly fell over, with his legs trapped together by his pants, so I quickly yanked them off and he stumbled over to the mat and collapsed on his back.

I got between his legs and took his cock in my mouth and fondled his balls, not to get it over excited, but to check it was on the way up and not still on the way down. Satisfied, I moved over him and lined up my opening over the tip of his cock.

I needed to be nearly upright, but I worked his glans up and down my labia and across my opening, and then I started to penetrate myself with his cock, as it was beyond wonderful, so filling, so fulfilling, so what every cock I had ever had; had failed to be. “Ohhh, Eric, ahhh, where have you been all my life?”

I gently eased myself down, going down and up in small stages, gently getting it further and further in, getting myself lower and lower, sighing with pleasure. Eric sighed and raised his hands to my breasts and started to massage them and my nipples, eliciting a louder set of moans.

But I couldn’t orgasm just now as I didn’t want my contractions to slow down getting this prize right in my body. I had a target in mind, beyond the reach of any previous lover and many dildos. Eventually, my labia grounded on the base of his cock, just as his glans made contact with my cervix and I shuddered with pleasure and screamed!

“EEEERRRRIIIICCCC!!!!! OHHHH FUUUUCCCKKK!!!!! OOOHHHH MMMIIIIIIEEEEE GOD!”

I felt him soften and his hands freeze on my tits, and I realised my scream must have made him think he had hurt me, when that was the furthest thing from my mind. I looked down as his horror-stricken features.

My voice full of lust I sighed. “Eric, it’s all good, so, so good. That was all pleasure no pain, make love to me.” And I rose slightly so that he could thrust from below, I then lent forward to give him room to thrust, even if it meant that pleasuring my cervix would wait another day and laid on him, and then had a better idea.

As I was being dominant Eric didn’t resist as I rolled us over so that he was on top, where I knew that he needed to know he could be. The wooden floor was cold on my back, but I didn’t care, fuck! I so-did-not-care! It could have been a bed of nails, and I wouldn’t have cared.

I gave him a peck on the lips and stroked his brow. “Eric, make love to me, use your magnificent manhood to take me to heaven and back and if I scream, that is in pleasure. FUCK ME, Come in Me, Fill Me!” That ignited something in him, he now was liberated and in control.

He raised his beautiful chest above me on his arms and looked down at me… and smiled. I ran my hands down the sides of his chest and onto his hips and then around to his taught buttocks and pulled. I spread my legs and brought my ankles around his back and rocked my hips on his lovely cock with a rock to give a swirl against my clit.

His eyes scanned my body from where he was sunk in me, across my midriff, up to my breasts, up my neck, across my smile and into my eyes and he smiled, pulled his member back a few inches and then slid hard into me. It hit my clit, his balls slapped my perinium, my tits shook down and then up and I smiled. Eric beamed, his voice so calm and happy. “Donna, I love you. I’m home.”

And then he did it again, and again, adding a swirl and I lifted my legs higher, increasing the depth of his penetration and there it was, it hit my cervix and when he did the swirl it massaged there as well.

It was so good I felt a tear forming. “Tears of joy,” I assured him, wiping a slight frown off his face. “welcome home, I’ve been waiting for you.” And at that he used his well-toned, cycling honed, legs to pump in and out of me, not forgetting the swirl, gradually building up speed.

“EeeerrriiiKKKK! I’mmmm Cummmiiinnngggg! Ohhhh, myyyyy GGGOOODDDD! You, AaaHHHhhhh, sooooo, OOhhh Ahh, Ffuuuccckkkiiinnggg, GOOOODDD! AAahhhh!”

I was writhing in pleasure driving my fingernails into his butt cheeks, urging him on.

“EEEERRRRIIIICCCC!!!!! OHHHH FUUUUCCCKKK!!!!! OOOHHHH MMMIIIIIIEEEEE GOD!”

And I allowed myself to spasm, I probably couldn’t have held it off anyway, and suddenly Eric looked straight at me with wide eyes.

“OH Donna – My Lovely Donna – HERE – I – COOMMMEEE!!!!”

And with a massive grunt I felt his hot spunk hose my cervix, flooding my sex, adding the lubrication to enable him to move against my grip. He withdrew just enough to drive home again for another jet of cum to enter me and then he just lay there as his manhood and balls fired again and again whilst he twitched and sighed and nuzzled my neck and we kissed, just a gentle lip to lip kiss.

I lowered my legs, and we rolled back on to the mat where we nuzzled and cuddled like we were teens on the beach, except I still had Eric’s hammer buried in me. Though it seemed to have diminished; many men would still have been envious.

With regrets I whispered. “Eric, we ought to see where the others are.” So, I eased myself off him and his member slopped onto his stomach. Alice should have thought of this, but I grabbed some of the towelling covers off the mats to clean us up and we got dressed, once I found my shoe, but Eric left off the Lycra pants and let his member be free. He followed me like he was a lost puppy, but that just made me love him even more.

The quickest way to find anyone in this mansion was to visit Alice’s Studio and the door was open and there was her the silk gown, on the floor. I was pleased to see the main screen was blank, as were a number of the smaller ones, so the wake word worked, and Alice was already elsewhere when I said them.

I flicked onto the Sun Lounge, and it was empty. I checked Alice’s bedroom on a small screen, it was empty.

Eric was looking over my shoulder. “Er, is that all CCTV in this house?”

“Yes, it’s what Alice based her business on. She is developing new software.” I said in a matter of fact way as I could to defuse Eric’s rising tone.

“Even the Library!” He was about to freak out.

“It was switched off.” I didn’t bother him with when and by who.

“Oh, good.” He sounded relieved. Panic adverted.

I tried a few other locations and then asked the system to find any persons in the property. It briefly showed someone walking a dog up the road and then nothing.

“Looks like they are not in.” I said with more certainty than it deserved as I didn’t worry him with the possibility that they were probably in a room without cameras as the house being empty was a better thought than the others lurking somewhere, for Eric, not me. I went to get my clothes from Alice’s room, but just double checked in case she had returned whilst we went there from the Studio, or that the system now didn’t find people if the cameras were off. I left Eric outside whilst I got dressed and I left her a note thanking her for what she had unwittingly done for me and Eric. Then we went to the nearest door and left the house.

When we had walked around to the front of the house Eric said. “Rats!” Which made me laugh and I gave him a hug and kiss.

I asked. “What’s the problem?”

“I’ve not got any lights and I’ll need my bike to get to work tomorrow.”

“Can we fit it in my car?” I pressed the unlock button and the lights flashed on my large estate; I sometimes have to transport new camera systems to clients and have ladders to install them.

“Yes, shouldn’t be a problem.” And so, we got his bike in there and I took him home. After we had unloaded his bike we went inside and he offered me a coffee. Whilst he was making the coffee, I cuddled his back and ran my hand down to find his very interested hammer. We took the coffee to his room, but it got cold as he took me again.

So we had to reheat it in the microwave, but it didn’t get drunk because as soon as we were back in his bedroom he took me in his arms and I took him in my pussy.

I said it was too late for me to go home and that I had what I needed to stay overnight, although that meant me sleeping naked. As a result, we just had to make love again before we drifted off to sleep.

When I woke in the morning I discovered Eric had a nice morning wood, so I decided to take him in my mouth, so we repeated the exercise before breakfast.

Over breakfast I joked with him. “To avoid breaking Covid rules I had better move in.”

His smile was epic. “Yes Please!”

Well, that’s all you are getting from me and I won’t be giving Al anymore juicy details, but to say that Eric and I are a perfect fit would be so true that we soon started talking weddings and children in a haste built on two years of lost time.

(continued… A&C 06. Thor’s Story)

I hope you enjoyed this part. The next one mostly overlaps this one but tells it from Eric’s point of view, including why he put his hammer under wraps

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