"I'll be late getting home this evening, girls," Donna told Ruth and Sharon as the three of them sat in the school cafeteria during the lunch hour.
"Oh, have something lined up?" Ruth asked with a teasing smile on her face.
"Is it anyone we know?" Sharon put in for good measure.
"No, nothing like that," Donna replied. "The girls are having the annual initiation this afternoon and I have to stay and supervise."
"It's what you get teaching those all-girl classes," Ruth remarked with a smile.
"You're never going to catch a man at the rate you're going," Sharon added, somewhat maliciously.
Although she was tempted to respond, Donna decided to overlook that remark as well as her companions teasing smiles. However, if the truth were known, she was far from pleased with developments in her new position as the girls' gym instructor at the rural high school. In fact, the tall and attractive brunette was downright frustrated.
To make matters worse as far as she was concerned, she strongly suspected that Ruth and Sharon had lined themselves up with a couple of well-built young studs who were going to keep their pussies nice and warm throughout the winter. It was downright irritating that young women so much less experienced than she was could be having so much more fun.
However, she did not feel entirely unhappy when she returned to her office next to the gymnasium after lunch, for the Girls' Athletic Association initiation scheduled for that afternoon did promise to provide some, excitement. As the girls' gym instructor, Donna was automatically the faculty supervisor for the G.A.A. Two weeks previously, the junior and senior members of that organization had asked her how far they could go in putting the sophomore initiates through their paces. To the girls' delight, Donna let it be known that she was not in the least opposed to old-fashioned "rough" initiations. As a result, fifteen attractive sophomore girls were in for an experience they would not soon forget.
There was more than one reason behind Donna's decision to offer no protection to the young initiates. In the first place, she was a sadist. She had always been quite honest with herself about it. She enjoyed inflicting pain on the members of both sexes and found it stimulating in a physical, highly erotic fashion.
She very much disliked the modern school rules that forbade corporal punishment, and often told herself that in a different era a gym instructor would have had many opportunities to inflict punishment on misbehaving young ladies. To make up for it, she made a point of conducting her gym classes in a vigorous, highly athletic manner, featuring extensive exercises that often left her young pupils with their tongues hanging out with exhaustion. She always found it quite exhilarating to see all those spoiled middle-class girls suffering through the rugged workouts she imposed on tern.
In addition, Donna was bisexual. Although she talked a great deal about her interest in getting cock, she in fact could swing with either sex and enjoy it equally as much. However, she had learned to be extremely cautious about approaching her female pupils with any offbeat ideas. While boys were extremely easy to rape, girls were inclined to be overly emotional and could easily become hysterical and risk creating a scandal.
As a result, Donna preferred to do her all-female swinging with other adults. Even in that rural school, she was sure that somewhere there was a lesbian on the teaching staff. There always was. Among the other three young women who shared the old Walton House with her, she had virtually eliminated Sharon and Ruth as possibilities. However, she was beginning to suspect that perhaps Karen might be available.
The afternoon classes passed rapidly and Donna soon found herself back in her office waiting for the initiation to begin. In the locker room next door, she could barely hear the half-whispered and obviously anxious conversations of the sophomore girls as they dressed themselves in the special costumes required by the initiation committee. Inside the gymnasium itself, she could hear the excited sounds of the older girls as they prepared to put the new girls through their paces. Donna could tell that they were being deliberately noisy just to create an atmosphere all the more nerve-racking for the apprehensive initiates.
Since she was planning to leave as soon as the initiation came to an end, Donna decided to change into her street clothes. Peeling off her blue gym suit, she stepped into the single stall shower that was one of the more pleasant features of her office and turned on the warm water. Although the water was quite pleasant, she showered quickly and dried herself with an oversized bath towel.
Slipping into a trim pair of white panties and matching brassiere, she snapped on a garter belt and sat down to put on her stockings. Carefully smoothing the tan nylons up her long shapely legs, she fastened them carefully to the tabs of her garter belt. As usual, she had not bothered to wear a slip. Her form-fitting dress was an attractive green and fashionably short, ending well above her knees. Brown calfskin shoes completed the outfit.
When she entered the gymnasium, she could see that the initiation was about to commence. The fifteen attractive sophomore girls were all lined up attired in initiation costumes consisting of boys' white t-shirts worn without bras or anything else beneath them, short and tight-fitting red micro minis that barely covered their hips, black stockings rolled neatly just above the knees, and mismatched shoes consisting of one high heel and one sneaker. As required by the initiation rules, they wore their hair tied in numerous short braids with multicolored ribbons, and wore exaggerated, clown-style makeup, with heavily painted lips and red spots on their cheeks.
Members, who outnumbered them by about two to one, were surrounding them, laughing and teasing them about the ordeals they would soon suffer. Some of the members were equipped with solid-looking wooden paddles, and other paddles could be seen lying around in various places. Other initiation props were clearly in evidence.
Trying not to be obtrusive, Donna selected a seat where she could observe the festivities. She quickly noted with pleasure that the sophomore girls were all showing considerable apprehension about the ordeal ahead. Some of them were noticeably pale. Donna could not refrain from smiling slightly as she noticed that several of them continually glanced nervously at the paddles that were so prominently in evidence.
The initiation ceremonies commenced with a series of exercises conducted by Betty Lanier, the flashy blonde president of the G.A.A. Donna watched with amusement and more than a little pleasure as the embarrassed girls were made to run in place, their tits bouncing all too noticeably under their thin white t-shirts. Other exercises followed and it soon became apparent that the initiates were wearing no panties. Bicycling, doing sit ups and various other exercises, the red-faced girls continually providing their amused audience with intriguing glimpses of sweet young pussies. Much to Donna's satisfaction, Betty proved to be a severe taskmaster who did not stop the exercises until most of the girls were nearly in a state of collapse.
Following the exercises, the new girls were all blindfolded with thick black scarves. There followed a series of high-schoolish initiation stunts that Donna nevertheless found rather amusing. New members were required to drink, a "toast" to the older girls, and their choking and gasping reactions made it apparent that the large glasses contained some suitably horrid mixture.
Similar stunts followed. While the assembled members watched gleefully, the new girls were required to massage each other's heads with molasses, then break six raw eggs on top. Next, each new girl was given a rank, cigar with instructions to smoke it down in exactly four minutes, a trick that produced the expected number of casualties. Bits of spaghetti, no doubt feeling like the worms the girls believed them to be, were then dropped in open mouths. Some of the girls had to be forcibly fed and nearly all of them screamed.
Next came the coup de grace. Still blindfolded, the terrified girls were formed into a single line with their backs to Donna's seat. The attractive gym instructor could feel a rising sense of excitement as she observed all of the older members equipping themselves with a solid paddle.
"Bend over, girls!" Betty Lanier called out the ancient command. "Grab those ankles and hold on!"
Reluctantly, the miserable girls obeyed. Donna watched with fascination as fifteen micro-minis rode up to reveal an equal number of bare girlish bottoms, all a cute pink-white and generously proportioned. There were whistles and laughter as the attractive targets came, into view, and the assembled members milled around laughing and talking, deliberately making the anxious initiates wait. The hapless victims could not refrain from flexing and puckering in anticipation of the workout to come, and Donna could almost feel her mouth watering at the thought of seeing those pert bottoms turned a flaming crimson.
Members began lining up behind the victims to take turns working them over. Donna watched intently as fifteen paddles were poised in the air while the blindfolded victims squirmed in anxious expectation.
Whack!
All fifteen girls screamed in unison as the paddles landed with unexpected suddenness on their unprotected asses. The older members snickered and laughed and Donna smiled as the victims jumped with surprise and pain. Some of them straightened up with their hands flying backward to protect their bottoms, and had to be ordered to resume the position again.
Whack!
Splat!
Smack!
Taking turns, the members began applying the solid paddles to the hapless victims. After the initial smacks, the new members grimly tried to remain in position, although each application produced a pained squeal from the victim. Donna watched with a keen sense of pleasure as fifteen girlish pairs of buttocks quickly became an attractive shade of bright pink. After only three or four swats, most of the girls were crying softly and all of tern were squirming frantically.
The solid wooden paddles continued to pop on bare feminine bottoms. As their asses began to burn and throb with pain, the crying initiates began to mix pleas for mercy with their cries of pain. Although various members continually urged them to keep their legs stiff, most of them could not refrain from bending their knees sharply each time a paddle cracked against their defenseless asses. Watching the sadistic demonstration with intense interest, Donna wondered if any of the girls had any idea how much satisfaction they were providing her.
Whack!
Splat!
As their young bottoms turned a flaming scarlet on both sides, the young initiates screamed with anguish and begged frantically to be spared. Their screams were ear-splitting, and the noise at times was almost deafening. Some of them had to be forcibly restrained from using their hands to protect themselves. Most of the girls were sobbing heavily and some seemed close to hysterics. Donna was sure it would be a long time before she forgot the sight of those fifteen crimson pairs of feminine buttocks.
Finally, Betty Lanier blew a whistle and the paddlings came to an abrupt halt. Fifteen sobbing girls slowly straightened up and were allowed to remove their blindfolds. The initiation was over but it was obvious that the new members would find sitting down quite uncomfortable for several days. As the tearful girls slowly began making their way back to the locker room, Donna decided that it was time to leave. The entire episode had left her feeling quite exhilarated.
She decided to exit through a little-known tunnel under the bleachers of the gym. As she walked through the tunnel, she suddenly spotted a pair of masculine shoes dangling within the wooden framework of the bleachers.
"Well, what do we have here?" she called out.
"Come down from there this instant!"
A sheepish-looking young man who appeared to be an upperclassman slowly extricated himself from the wooden framework and dropped to his feet in front of her. He had obviously been watching the initiation, and the handsome bulge in the front of his slacks revealed how it had affected him. He quickly became quite red-faced when he found himself standing in front of the tall and athletic girls' gym instructor.
"Well, what are you doing here?" Donna demanded, pretending to be irritated although she in fact was quite pleased at the sudden opportunity that had presented itself.
"I…" the young man swallowed hard and obviously had no explanation for his behavior.
"What's your name?" Donna asked, maintaining her severe manner. To torment him a little, she gave him a frank downward glance that made it apparent to him that she was aware of his erection.
"Bill," he stammered. "Bill Reed."
"Well, come with me, Bill!" Donna told him. "You've got a lot of explaining to do."
Grabbing him by the ear as if he were a naughty boy rather than a mature teenager, Donna started marching him to her office. The young man offered no resistance and seemed exquisitely embarrassed by the predicament in which he found himself. Knowing that she was in full command of the situation and feeling quite elated by the possibilities it offered, Donna led him into her office. As she closed the door behind them, she discreetly locked it to make sure that they would not be disturbed.
Pushing her desk chair back slightly, Donna sat down and crossed her long legs in a deliberately casual manner. She made no effort to adjust the hem of her form-fitting green dress, and allowed it to ride up to reveal an intriguing quantity of tan nylon. Bill stood in front of her desk looking quite mortified, but despite his embarrassment the bulge in his slacks was still all too apparent.
"Well, Bill, I think you have a lot of explaining to do," Donna told him, still pretending to be severe although she found the situation richly amusing.
"Well…" he tried to explain but seemed hopelessly tongue-tied.
"You knew that area was completely off limits," Donna told him. "This could get you into very serious trouble, you know. You could even be expelled for this."
"Yes, I know," he admitted.
"And think of your embarrassment when your parents, and friends all find out that you're a peeping Tom," she added.
He nodded and looked quite distressed.
"How did you find out about the initiation?" she asked. "You must date one of the members."
He seemed reluctant to reply. "Yes," he finally replied.
"One of the initiates?" Donna asked.
"Yes," he admitted.
"Imagine how she's going to feel when she learns you were spying on her," she told him. She paused to give him time to say something.
"Well, could you possibly not report it?" he finally asked, gulping hard as he spoke.
Donna tried to appear a little shocked by the suggestion. "I strongly feel that you deserve to be punished," she told him with mock severity. "You're obviously guilty."
"I realize but…" he pleaded.
Pretending that it was mere carelessness on her part, Donna allowed her dress to ride up a little more, revealing the expanded tops of her black nylons. Despite his obvious distress, Donna noticed that he occasionally cast an inquisitive glance at her long, shapely legs.
"Permit me to make a suggestion," she told him. "Rather than expose you to any public ridicule, I would agree to punish you privately. Right here in my office."
She could see that the young man looked quite relieved.
"Would that be acceptable?" she asked. "I can assure you that it would all remain strictly between you and me."
"Yes," he said quite quickly.
Donna paused for a moment before continuing. Their eyes met and she could see that the young man was beginning to think about what punishment she might have in mind.
"Of course, the punishment must fit the crime," Donna told him, suppressing a smile as she saw him gulping quite noticeably. "Fortunately, I happen to have my old school sorority paddle right here in my drawer. You'll have to take it exactly the same way the girls did! Don't you agree that that is appropriate?"
He was scarlet with embarrassment and Donna could see that he was quite dumbfounded by the proposal she had made. "Please! I… uh…" he tried to protest but seemed at a loss for words.
Donna scooted her chair forward and reached into her desk drawer to pull out her paddle. Bill swallowed hard and looked thoroughly alarmed at the sight of that solid red maple paddle in her hand. Donna moved the chair back away from the desk again and uncrossed her long legs. By this time, her dress had ridden up to reveal stocking tops and a glimpse of bare white thigh, and she deliberately left it in that provocative fashion.
"You might as well get it over with!" she told him, smacking the paddle lightly against the palm of her hand. "Since your behavior was so totally juvenile, I propose to punish you over my lap. Come here!"
Bill swallowed hard and she could feel him looking at her with a mixture of fear and excitement. Enjoying herself thoroughly, she played the role of the dominatrix to the hilt, staring severely at him while at the same time giving him an exciting view of the attractive lap where he would soon be lying. He was scarlet with embarrassment, but she could see that he was too intrigued to pass up the bizarre offer of erotic punishment she was making.
"Come here!" she repeated in a firm voice.
Slowly, and looking at her almost as if he were hypnotized, Bill walked over to her.
"Drop your trousers!" she told him. "Hurry up!"
Looking even more embarrassed, the hapless youth unfastened his trousers and let them slip down to his ankles. There was no way to conceal the bulge in his tight cotton shorts as he started to bend over her lap.
"Just a second," Donna stopped him. "I said you were going to be punished exactly like the girls got it, and I mean exactly! You know what you have to do."
Biting his lip and looking thoroughly humiliated, Bill hooked his fingers into the waistband of his shorts and yanked them down. Before he managed to stretch out over her attractive lap, Donna caught a glimpse of his erection. She had obviously landed herself a very well-equipped young stud. A moment later, she felt that rock-hard young cock pressing against her nylons and opened her thighs to grip it between them. With pleasure, she noted his discomfort as she clamped his cock firmly between her thighs.
Donna paused for a moment to relish the scene. "I'm sure it must be very humiliating for you to be punished by a young woman teacher," she tormented him. "Now, hold still and try to get some good out of it! You've got a good hot workout coming!"
She could see him tensing with anticipation as she lifted the paddle in the air.
Whack!
The paddle descended against the boy's unprotected ass with a noisy splat.
"OW!" Bill exclaimed involuntarily, snapping his head back and jerking sharply as the paddle smacked against his bare flesh.
"Pansy!" Donna tormented him. "Now hold still and try to take it like a man!"
Once again she got a firm grip on the paddle and lifted it in the air.
Smack!
The second whack descended with equal force. This time the boy took it without crying out, although Donna could see the expression of pain on his face. She intended to break him down completely and knew that she would thoroughly enjoy the task.
Whack!
She brought the paddle down against his bare ass a third time, and watched with satisfaction as his ass jerked reflexively in response to the sudden jolt of pain.
"It must be quite a surprise to you to find that a woman can wield a paddle so effectively," Donna remarked. "But it's quite apparent that you approve of it," she added in obvious reference to his throbbing hard-on.
Whack!
Splat!
Splat!
Taking her time to make each application that much more effective, Donna continued applying the paddle to Bill's exposed buttocks. His spank spot was becoming quite bright and it was obvious that the young man was experiencing great difficulty keeping his feelings under control. Donna could clearly see the expression of pain on his face, and could tell that he was gritting his teeth to keep from crying out.
"Your bottom is getting red," she told him in a chiding manner. "You must feel like a complete baby being spanked like this!"
Splat!
Smack!
With her well-built young victim obviously feeling thoroughly hot and uncomfortable, Donna began smacking with slightly harder strokes. Each smack produced a spasmodic jerk that made it apparent that it was quite painful despite his efforts to mask his feelings. Knowing that he would not be able to hold out much longer, the brunette teacher felt quite pleasant and elated. Nothing gave her more sadistic pleasure than breaking down a high and mighty male and completely depriving him of his masculine pride.
"OUCH! OW!" Bill cried out, his will power beginning to wane under the painful whacks of the paddle. He was squirming in obvious distress, and Donna could see the tears welling in his eyes.
Whack!
Splat!
Donna began applying the paddle all the more forcefully to his reddening ass.
"OUCH! OW! Stop!" Bill exclaimed, finally losing his self-control and dissolving in tears. Haplessly, he reached back with one hand in an effort to protect his flaming ass.
"Take your hand away!" Donna demanded in a scolding voice. "If your little girlfriend could see you how," she added scornfully. "Why, she took her paddling better than this!"
Smack!
Donna continued applying the paddle without let-up. His ass a flaming scarlet all over, the miserable young man squirmed and swung his legs back and forth as much as his lowered trousers would permit. The sadistic teacher found herself thoroughly enjoying his pain and humiliation. He was crying quite hard and the distress on his face was quite obvious.
"Ouch! Please, stop!" he pleaded. "Please! That's enough! It hurts too much!"
"You deserve it and you know it," Donna reminded him. "You haven't been spanked half as hard as those girls you enjoyed watching so much!"
To emphasize the point, she applied, an extra-hard smack with the paddle.
"OUCH!" Bill exclaimed. "Please! I can't stand it any more!"
Donna would have enjoyed continuing with the paddle, but decided that it was time for another approach. "Perhaps you would prefer an alternate punishment," she remarked, pausing and holding the paddle poised in the air.
"Yes," he gasped between them. "What?"
"I think that's for me to say," Donna told him, applying the paddle smartly to his burning bottom.
"OWW!" he cried out, jerking convulsively. "All right! Anything but this!"
"On your knees!" Donna told him, giving him a shove off her lap.
Crying hard and looking quite distressed, Bill slid to his knees in front of her. His hands flew backward to rub his burning ass, but Donna knew there was little he could do to relieve the penetrating heat she had built up. She sat in front of him, looking down scornfully at him. Her green dress had ridden up well over the tops of her stockings, and she knew that he could see her thin white panties.
"Since you're such a little pansy who can't even take a spanking, I'm going to shame you real good!" she told him in a contemptuous voice.
She could see the look of amazement in face as she gathered her dress back and quickly stripped down her panties. Pulling the small garment down her long legs and tossing it aside, Donna positioned herself on the outer edge of the chair and spread her legs apart. Pulling her green dress back nearly to her waist, she pointed a forefinger at her midsection. Bill gulped hard as he stared at the heavy growth of rich brown hair that partially obscured the pink cleft where the attractive teacher apparently intended him to worship.
"Well, go on!" Donna spoke in a severe voice. "Have you ever eaten a woman's pussy before?"
"N-no!" Bill admitted with an embarrassed stammer.
"It's about time you got started then!" she told him. "Put your head in there and do what I tell you!"
Bill hesitated for a moment, and Donna watched him severely, wriggling her forefinger bossily as a signal for him to proceed. Swallowing hard, the young man slowly began lowering his face into her cunt. Feeling his cheeks brushing against her hairs, Donna grasped his head with both hands, suddenly mashing his face firmly against her pussy. She was pleased to see that he made no attempt to resist.
"That's right," she told him. "Now kiss and lick me all over down there!"
Offering no opposition, Bill meekly began kissing and licking her cunt. Surprised but quite pleased by his cooperative attitude, Donna leaned back in her chair to enjoy his submissive oral caresses. As his lips and tongue moved up and down the pink groove, her feminine moisture began to ooze forth, and the long-legged young teacher automatically began moving her pelvis back and forth with rhythmic thrusts.
"See if you can get your tongue inside me!" she told him with a trace of urgency in her voice.
Bill extended his tongue as far as he could, and began stabbing it between the plump folds of her cunt.
"Ooh! Yes, that's the way!" Donna encouraged him, squeezing her thighs against him and pressing down firmly on his head.
Using his fingers to separate the pink lips, Bill worked his tongue deep inside her and began caressing her clitoris and the surrounding area. Coiling her long smooth thighs even tighter around his head, Donna gasped with delight and bit her lip anxiously as she felt his masculine tongue teasing her most sensitive areas.
"Oh, have you ever got me turned on!" she exclaimed. "Come on, let's take off all our clothes!"
She could see the look of dismay on the young man's face as she pushed his head back. Slipping off her shoes, Donna unhooked her tan stockings and peeled them down her smooth white legs. Bill watched with obvious fascination as the tan hose departed from the milky white flesh.
"Come on! Take off your clothes, too!" Donna urged as she stood up to remove her dress.
Peeling off his own clothes, Bill watched as the attractive woman peeled off her green dress, leaving herself attired only in garter belt and well-filled white brassiere. Donna could feel his eager eyes alternating between her steeply pointed bra and the gleaming bush of dark-brown hair. At the same time, she could not refrain from licking her lips at the sight of his rigidly erect cock.
"Hurry up!" Donna insisted. "I can hardly wait to get that big thing inside me!"
Stripping off her garter belt, Donna quickly removed her bra and watched as her young companion finished peeling off his clothes. Stepping forward, she eagerly grasped his rigid cock in one hand and squeezed it as hard as she could. She could see the look of intense pleasure in his face as he explored her tits with his hands.
"Mmmmm, with a cock like this – you ought to be able to make every girl in school!" Donna told him. She ran her hand up and down the throbbing muscle, examining its dimensions.
"How can we…" he asked, looking around the office to see what was available.
"We'll have to use the desk," Donna said, quickly clearing a few papers off the desk. "Here, get up here and stretch out on your back!" she told him.
She could see that the young teenager looked slightly baffled as he obeyed her instructions. As he stretched out on the top of the desk, Donna cast an admiring glance at his long and stiffly erect cock. Holding her long brunette hair back out of the way, she leaned forward and gave his prick a teasing swipe of her tongue. Bill's sharp gasp revealed his feelings.
"Here, help, me up on the desk," Donna told him.
Taking her hand, he helped her up.
"This is going to work out just fine!" Donna exclaimed as she swung one long leg over his midsection and knelt astride him with her back to him.
Grasping his upright cock with one hand, she quickly fitted it between the outer lips of her cunt and began lowering herself onto it. The thick cock dilated her pussy walls quite firmly, giving her the pleasant sensation of feeling impaled on hard cock.
"Oh, this is great!" Donna cried out as she began twisting and riding up and down on the thick shaft.
As her wet clinging cunt walls teased his pulsating cock, Bill extended both hands around her and began playing with her tits.
"Wow!" Donna exclaimed, throwing her head back and gasping with pleasure. The boy's hands kneaded and fondle her tits, quickly leaving them taut with excitement.
Working her hips in a circular, grinding motion designed to obtain the maximum penetration, Donna continued tormenting her teenaged companion. Thoroughly lubricated by her fluids, their organs functioned perfectly together. Bill rocked his hips back and forth under her in response to her teasing thrusts.
"Bet you never dreamed you'd be in this position!" Donna teased him, looking back over her shoulder at him.
"Boy, that's for sure!" he admitted.
Donna could feel the delicious heat building deep inside her cunt. The warmth began spreading through her entire body, making her feel almost uncomfortably hot and more than a little breathless. She began, rocking and thrusting her hips almost violently, forcing herself down against him to drive that thick cock deep into her cunt.
"Oh! I'm going to come!" she told him in an excited voice.
Bill's hands squeezed her tits in an almost painful manner, and he rocked his hips back and forth under her as fast as he could. The heat suffusing her entire body continued to build, forcing her to writhe and thrust on his upright cock. She wanted to hold herself back to enjoy it as long as possible, but there was no way she could restrain herself. Slamming her hips down against him with powerful strokes, she could feel that thick shaft sliding in to the hilt. Her pussy felt afire.
"Ooooh!" Donna emitted a yell of delight as she found herself experiencing in intense climax. As her entire body trembled with warmth and excitement, she could feel the hot masculine fluid spurting inside her. Breathless and pleased, she sat astride him with their organs connected until his young cock began to lose its tension.
"That was a nice ride!" she exclaimed as she climbed off the desk. "I'm really out of breath!"
She could see that Bill was also quite out of breath as he sat up on the side of the desk.
"Why don't we take a shower together?" Donna suggested with a smile.
"Okay," Bill readily agreed.
Picking up the soap, Donna stepped into the shower and turned on the water. "Come on in!" she told him. "There's room."
Bill stepped inside the shower with her. The single-stall shower was a little crowded, and their bodies continually brushed against one another as the warm water splashed down over them.
"Hey, isn't this fun?" Donna asked in a pleased voice.
"Sure is," Bill admitted.
The two of them took turns soaping one another and stood around allowing the soap to wash off. Donna made no effort to protect her hair and it was soon soaking wet.
"I think water is sexy, don't you?" she asked.
Bill nodded. "Yes," he agreed as he watched the water trickling down her attractive tits.
Donna's hand lightly fingered his limp cock in a teasing manner. Bending at the knees, she slid down inside the stall and slipped the crown of his cock inside her mouth. As the water continued to splash down against them and covered her face, her busy hand and mouth quickly achieved another promising erection. In a few moments, her mouth was tightly packed with hard throbbing cock.
"Why don't you ball me right here in the shower?" she suggested as she straightened up. "Leave the water on!"
The tall brunette leaned back against one wall of the shower with her thighs apart. Bill pressed firmly against her, his bare chest crushing her wet tits. Using one hand, Donna guided his solid cock to her cunt. As he began penetrating, she wrapped her arms and legs around him. Pressing her against the wall of the shower, Bill shoved his throbbing prick deep inside her hot cunt.
"Ooh, I love it this way!" Donna exclaimed. "Oh, is it ever in me!"
The warm water continually splashed over them, urging them on. Bill began pumping and thrusting with virile movements, ramming his rock-hard young cock deep into her cunt with each forward thrust. Her weight completely off the floor, Donna writhed with excitement and coiled her arms and long legs around him in a viselike grip. Gasping for breath and pressing their bodies tightly together, the two of them quickly achieved a simultaneous orgasm.
"Oh, you're a stud!" Donna told the pleased young man as they stood under the water trying to catch their breath.
It was several minutes before they emerged from the shower and began drying themselves off. Realizing that her hair was going to require some work, Donna slipped on a light robe as Bill began putting on his clothes.
"I hope you'll keep in touch," Donna told him as he was about to depart.
"Sure, don't worry," he assured her. "Any time."
Donna picked up the paddle and smacked it lightly against the palm of her hand. "I'm very hard on the men in my life, Bill," she warned him. "There'll be more workouts with the paddle."