Oh Donna! Ch. 02

I took Donna by the hand and led her back across the meadow, toward the pines. I glanced over at her and once again, I couldn't help but stare at her nude body.

"Damn, you are so hot!" I breathed. "I can't believe you love being nude like this."

"Nor I, you." Donna replied. "Bobby never wanted to do this. I was beginning to think I'd never have the opportunity to walk around nude outdoors again. You've opened up a whole new chapter in my life."

"Really?" I inquired.

"Oh yeah! I love being nude outside; walking around, playing with myself, having sex..."

I stopped and faced Donna. I kissed her passionately on the mouth and squeezed her full tits.

"I want to watch you walking around naked, Donna. I want to watch you play with yourself and I want to fuck you so bad.

"I want to fuck you in the meadow. I want to fuck you in the pines. I want to fuck you in the creek. I want to fuck you in the waterfall. I want to fuck you in the cabin in front of the fire, and I want to fuck you on the edge of the road in the middle of the night.

"I want to fuck you on your back. I want to fuck you doggy-style and feel your tits hanging down while I cum in you. I want to lie on my back and have you ride me so I can squeeze your tits while I cum in your cunt. I want-"

Donna interrupted me by placing her finger across my lips.

"Shh." she said soothingly. "We have all the time in the world."

"We do?" I queried.

Donna nodded.

"Yes, my Love."

At that point, I realized this was the third and final clue. Donna was mine if I wanted her. All I had to do, was say the right thing.

"Let's move up here." I suggested.

Donna beamed. I had chosen the correct words.

"Oh yes." she agreed. "I want to spend the rest of my life in the nude, here with you. Now, take me to the creek. I want to swim nude."

I led Donna through the woods, descending several hundred feet to the creek. We emerged from the woods about one hundred feet downstream from the base of the falls, and headed upstream, along the creek bank.

Before long, we stepped onto a huge flat chunk of stone, about twenty feet wide, thirty feet long, and ten feet thick. Through the middle ran the creek; a v-shaped depression that spilled over the edge and cascaded a few feet down into the pool. Donna once again struck her incredibly sexy pose and leapt into the pool with a huge splash.

The water formed a line just below her massive hangers, indicating it was more than deep enough to swim, and Donna began to swim, enjoying her skinny dip. I sat on the edge of the rock with my legs dangling into the water and Donna approached me.

"I already sucked your dick." she said with a smile. "Come in here with me."

I slipped into the cool water and felt the sensation of it flowing around my genitals as I swam toward Donna, the queen of naturism. She grabbed me by the cock and hoisted me upwards.

"Oh, you fucking whore!" I exclaimed.

"What did you just call me?" Donna demanded.

"A whore. A fucking whore!" I repeated.

"I'm not your whore." Donna stated. "Let me make that perfectly clear. I am your squaw, and I will obey your every word and command."

My gaze focused on Donna's tits, which were floating in the clear, cool water. It suddenly dawned on me, what her place was, in our relationship. I was the master; the brave. She was the squaw; the submissive little whore that liked being nude outside.

"Get up Squaw." I instructed.

Donna stood and faced me.

"Get out of the water. Get up on that rock and lay on your back. Your master is about to fuck your cunt but hard."

Donna smiled; a huge, beaming smile that seemed to radiate an aura of sexuality.

"Fuck me, Captain John Smith." she said, licking her lips.

"Get on your back, Pocahontas. This White man is going to fuck your native cunt so hard you won't know what hit you."

"Ooh, fuck me, White master." Donna whispered. "Fuck your little Indian squaw."

Donna lay on her back across the wide rock, and spread her legs. For the first time, I saw the result of her three childbearing chronicles. Her cunt was gaping wide open; much too loose for most men to handle, but more than inviting for me. I didn't even need to search for an opening; my cock slid into her loose cunt without any fanfare.

"Fuck me!" Donna gasped, as I slammed my cock in and out of her loose cunt.

Her tits jiggled like jelly on her chest, as I fucked her like the cheap little whore she was.

"Oh shit!" Donna screamed. "I'm going to cum! Holy shit, you're in for a surprise!"

I continued my rhythmic pounding of her cunt, and I suddenly became aware of a warm wetness showering my face. To my surprise, jets of milk were erupting from Donna's nipples. Her hips bucked and her feet kicked, as she crested a powerful orgasm.

Milk continued to spew from her tits for several seconds, before it finally waned.

"You're a milkmaid!" I exclaimed. "Oh my god, you're a fucking angel."

"After my last child, I didn't want it to end." Donna confessed. "So I bought a goat milking machine. Every day, I pump my tits and it feels so good. No one seems to notice that we never buy milk."

I clasped my hands on each side of my face.

"You're supplying your family's milk?" I burst out. "Youarea gift."

"I'm a freak, I know it." Donna admitted. "Please don't think any less of me. I don't want to lose a friend."

"You're not losing a friend." I explained. "You're gaining a chief. I am going to milk you every day, like the cow you are. You're even going to wear a bell around your neck. Your new name will be 'She Who Milks Like Cow,' or 'Cheap Little Whore;' whichever you like better."

"Call me whatever you want." Donna replied. "I'm your squaw; your little whore; your milkmaid."

"Right now," I interjected, "you are my cum whore. That's it, Bitch! Take my cock. I'm cumming in your cunt. I'm cumming in your cunt, Donna! Holy shit, I'm cumming in your fucking cunt! Oh Baby, I'm cumming in your submissive whore cunt!"

I spurted inside Donna's cunt; filling her belly with my warm semen. I rolled off of her and lay on my back on the rock; the sun warming both of us.

"I love you." I finally panted.

"I love you too." Donna replied.

"What a walk back we have." I noted.

"We'll fuck again, before we get back." Donna predicted.

I looked at her cunt. It was the loosest cunt I had ever seen, and I couldn't help but marvel how easy it was to find it and slide into it.

"Your cunt is so loose." I observed. "It's gaping wide open. I didn't even have to poke around for it; it was just there."

"I've had three kids." Donna explained. "After the first one, I quit all those exercises and all that bullshit."

"So you're telling me that you could fit a little head through your cunt?" I inquired.

"I can fit a little head, a volleyball, two fists; even a foot and half a leg." Donna replied confidently.

"Have you ever been foot-fucked?" I inquired.

"Nope, but I get the feeling that by the time this weekend is over, that will all change." Donna stated. "I want you to shove your foot up my cunt and open it once it passes my cervix."

"You are such a little fucking slut." I murmured. "Get up. I came in your cunt and now we're walking back to the cabin."

"It'll run out." Donna cautioned.

"Let it." I replied. "You can clean up later. You came up here to be free from clothes, toilet paper and tampons."

"That's true." Donna agreed. "That means we can piss freely too."

"Yup." I said with a nod. "If I want to piss on you, I can. If you want to piss on me, you can too."

"Good." Donna replied. "I have to piss like a racehorse, and I want to do it all over you."

I lay on my back, and Donna positioned herself over me. Slowly at first, then harder and faster, a golden stream of piss jetted from her cunt. It sprayed my dick and balls, and then my belly.

"Piss on me." I whispered. "Piss on me, you fucking whore."

Donna finished her golden shower, and she stood up. She pulled me to my feet and jumped back into the pool.

"Come on in and rinse off." she called. "Rinse off and let's head back. It'll be dark soon."

"It will." I agreed. "Let's go back and get a fire going. We can warm up and start drinking."

"I love drinking." Donna confessed.

"I'll bet." I replied. "You can't handle your liquor Squaw, can you?"

"Two shots and I'm done for." Donna admitted.

"I mix Everclear." I explained. "One of my drinks equals three of yours. I usually have five of mine. That's fifteen of yours."

"I'll be fucked up for a week." Donna replied. "I guess I can always call in sick on Monday though."

"Both of us?" I inquired dubiously. "We'd better find a way to move here permanently."

"Right now, I don't care." Donna stated. "I want sex, I want nudity and I want the kinkiest shit you ever saw."

"All we're missing is a dog and another woman." I said sarcastically.

"Give me either," Donna hissed, "and I'm yours forever. Give me both, and we'll create a new cult that satisfies your every fantasy."

"A bisexual, dog fucking whore that likes to be nude all of the time?" I inquired.

Donna approached me and dropped to her knees. She licked my balls and then my cock. Then, she began pissing all over her own legs.

"You're mine." I said flatly. "You're a disgusting little whore that will fuck and suck anything I tell you to."

"That's right." Donna agreed. "And I want to do it here. I want to spend the rest of my life here, fucking you and anything else you want me to."

I nodded in agreement.

"Okay." I said. "I can accept that. Let's go back to the cabin, and have a few drinks. Before we leave though, let's get cleaned up."

We both slipped back into the pool and rinsed off. Then, we headed uphill toward my cabin.

Fifteen minutes later, we reached the cabin and reclined on a couple of chairs. I was feeling chilly, so I mentioned this to Donna.

"Get a fire going." she suggested.

I complied, and within ten minutes, I had a roaring fire blazing away in the Franklin stove.

For those of you not familiar with a Franklin stove, it is a very shallow, wood-fired stove that can be opened to become a fireplace if needed. The temperature was dropping outside, and Donna snuggled against me.

"Get any closer, and I'll have to jerk off." I muttered.

"I don't care." Donna replied. "You can jerk off in front of me any time you want. All I want is to be nude and horny."

"How about nude and drunk?" I inquired.

"I'll take that too. Where's the booze?"

"Right here." I replied. "Let me pour you a drink, and you can forget all of your woes."

"You'd better become one of my woes." Donna muttered.

"Huh?"

"You'd better fuck the living shit out of me. Fuck me every minute of every day that we are up here. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."

"Hey Donna," I blurted, "why don't you marry me and become my nude squaw?"

"You want a nude squaw?" Donna demanded. "Okay, but you'd better be able to have your balls drained at least three times a day."

"I'll do it five times a day." I promised. "And I'll knock you up within a month. You'll be a pregnant nude squaw."

Donna smiled at me; an evil smile that seemed to come from within the depths of her bosom.

"Keep me nude, pregnant and satisfied, and I will be yours forever." she promised. "Now, get some firewood and set the mood for some rough and heavy fucking."