Sensualist Pt. 02 Ch. 05

Donnie hadn't really begun fucking her, before she cried out, ""I'm sorry, I'm so loud. Is it okay?"

"Sure it is, sweetie," he cooed.

"Oh, my God, oh God, oh God!"

"It's okay, baby, it's just fine. Be just as loud as you want, the neighbors can't hear you."

"Oh, God ... I really like this!"

Her breasts bounced against his chest, and she kept talking. "You're so deep inside me. Oh, please, fuck me good and hard!"

Donnie did his best to oblige her, slamming into her from different angles, guessing where her g-spot might be and hitting it occasionally; even hefting her up by the ass over and over again to keep her body tight against him.

Ruth was licking his cheeks and mouth and chin and ears. It seemed like she wanted to swallow him like one would saliva.

Then she came.

She told him later that she had no foreknowledge---that it just washed through her like a flame from a furnace. Donnie could attest that her pussy didn't grip his cock as it tried to with his tongue earlier. He contented himself in thinking, perhaps her vaginal walls had simply produced too much juice; perhaps her muscles could not stop his continuing assault.

He let her ride it out, slowing pumping in and out of her until certain she'd finished and only then did he stop.

"Don't stop," Ruth begged. "Don't stop. I can cum again and again, Don."

He was pounding into her before she finished speaking. So it really sounded like: "I...um...can cum ...um...again, n'again...!"

Donnie was still fucking hard when she came again, but this time she thought to ask if he'd cum as well.

"Getting there!" He grunted, hardly pausing in his relentless pounding away at her.

"I belong on my knees, don't I?" she snorted, trying to breathe and talk at the same time. "That's where I should be."

"Later," I said, "you just keep going. I'm slowing down to prolong things."

"Um ... Donnie ... I can get another one in if you can hold on a little longer!" She gasped.

"Good," he replied, "Let's cum together!"

Just knowing that she was near the edge caused him to forget about slowing down. He didn't just pound her, he moved so fast he thought he was vibrating. Ruth went limp when her orgasm swept over her. All that held her up were his hands on her ass and the cock he had wedged inside her.

As he started to spurt into her, Don felt her vaginal muscles twitch, then clench him tight. She tried to hold him like that, but she was dripping far too much juice. Yet he didn't pull out. Instead, he slammed into her one last time as he emptied his ball sacs into her.

He waited until they had both dressed and served her some wine along with some crackers and cheese, which she devoured. To be fair, Donnie was also famished and shared in the repast but let Ruth have the most of the meal, thinking she needed it more. Midway through the meal he got up and sliced two apples and added them to the tray.

Ruth went at them with a relish Donnie hadn't thought possible. Women can certainly eat, he thought, only they refuse to let men see them doing it, preferring to eat like a bird when in mixed company.

At any rate, once he was satisfied that she was comfortable he put his first question to her.

"Tell me Ruth, when you became sexually active?"

"You mean my first time?"

"Well, what do you mean by first time?" Donnie countered.

"Hmmm, I suppose when I lost my cherry."

"And when was this?"

"At the end of my junior year."

"And?"

"And I guess about a month into the school year. I was at an away football game and felt free and grown-up. Umm, drinking was a new thing along with a lot of other complicated things going on in my life. There was a party and it didn't take long before I was drinking beer and doing shots, and then this guy asked me to dance. Of course he held me tight and I felt his hardon jabbing into me every other step we took---it was a slow dance---and he asked me if I wanted to go outside. Next thing I knew we were in his car and he made his move."

"Did you see it coming?"

"No, not really. It wasn't romantic either. After kissing for a couple minutes, I lost my bra, and he was pushing his hand up my skirt. I was drunk enough that I opened my legs to his touch giving him access. He eagerly got into my panties and fingered my pussy. I guess the alcohol had made me pretty easy. Before long he was on top of me, fumbling to get his tool out of his shorts. I guess with some effort and help from me; he managed to push his tool between my pussy lips. He mashed through my hymen and screwed me as good as he could in a car. After he was finished with me he wanted to keep my panties as a souvenir of his getting my cherry. Silly me laughed as I handed them to him.

"Did he use a condom?"

"No. He came in me."

"So that was then, what about now? I mean, how often do you have sex these days?"

"Well Donnie, it isn't hard to get 'fucked' if a girl wants too. I guess I do it, maybe once or twice, sometimes three times a week. If I have a steady boyfriend I guess we might do it every day. With you it would be more often, you know?" Ruth laughed.

"That is a lot,' Donnie said. "Umm, would that be the same partner or different partners?"

"Different, mostly. It just works out that way."

"By your definition, how many different partners in a week or a month would make a girl a "slut?"

Ruth smirked and then laughed raucously. "You think I'm a whore, Donnie?"

"I didn't say anything about being a whore. I asked for your definition of a slut."

Still laughing, she replied, "Well I am a bit of a slut, Donnie."

"So do you plan on having sex?"

"I did tonight, Donnie," she purred sexily.

Donnie laughed and said, "C'mon, answer the question seriously."

"It just happens."

"It just happens?"

"You know ... Parties, or bars ... you drink a little and end up with someone. A kiss or two leads to the next step. Umm, I hate to say no, you know? Especially if the guys been nice and all."

"What about girls? I mean you made no bones about doing Jo-Ann, were there others after her?"

"Oh sure! Girls are easier than guys. Moody, you know?"

Donnie nodded his head, and she continued.

"We girls share everything. Well not exactly, I mean we talk about everything. Dissecting every word 'he' uttered on a date, looking for hidden meanings and such. That leaves a girl vulnerable to someone like me---you know, on the prowl for pussy and all that. Give a girl a shoulder to lean on and after listening to her pour her little heart out, a few sympathetic touches gets her motor running.

"Once I'm under their skirt I'm home, honey. They may protest---most don't---but they don't fight it. Mostly they lay back and enjoy it, blaming the guy for making them so horny they turn to a woman for satisfaction. At least that's the way I see it."

Donnie smiled and said, "This is a college town. You look like a freshman or sophomore; do you hit the frat parties?"

"A party is a party, I say. Well maybe some fraternities are too rough for me and I avoid them. But last Friday I had had really a lot to drink and was with this really cute guy. We were on the stairs on a landing and he had me pushed back against the wall. After I let him get both hands under my blouse I was sooo fucking turned on. I unzipped his pants and lifted my skirt and asked him to fuck me right there."

"Did he use a condom?"

"Umm, no I don't plan these things they just happen, you know?"

"Aren't you worried about STD's or getting knocked up?"

"Yeah, sure, but I can't help myself."

"How about group sex. Ever participated in an orgy?"

"Mmmm, yeah ... Friday before last I was at a frat house and got totally wasted. I ended up in a room with a bunch of guys. I guess they took turns. "

"Remember how many?"

Ruth's eyes filled with tears as she thought it over. "Mmm...maybe thirteen or fourteen."

"Maybe more?" Donnie prompted gently.

"Maybe. I didn't count them. Some may have gone a couple times, you know?'

"What do you remember in the way of details?"

"Not a lot ..." Ruth began to sob. "I—I—I was naked on a table. I guess they kept on coming, I vaguely remember a lineup. I was on my back with my legs spread while each one fucked me.

After a while I was sucking one to make him hard again for his turn. So I guess they fucked me twenty or more times. I was covered with cum at the end of the night, and the following morning I was so sore I couldn't walk to the bathroom without help.

"Did the orgy include anal?"

"Yeah, sure ... although I don't actually recall it. My asshole burned like hell, my pussy ached, my legs were as stiff as boards, and my tits were swollen. I don't have a clue what happened to my clothes or how I got home. I woke up with panties that weren't even mine. I am not proud to tell you that the word SLUT was scrawled across the crotch."

"That wasn't very nice of them," Donnie said gently.

"No ... it wasn't," Ruth sobbed.

"One last question if I may, Ruth."

"Yeah?"

"I know you like giving head. Do you count the number of guys you've blown, or have a rough idea of how many you've gone down on?"

Ruth didn't hesitate, but proudly said: "Forty-seven!"

"Forty-seven?" Donnie repeated incredulously.

"Yeah, but I should add that I only began counting last New Year's Eve. There were quite a few in high school, you know? I mean like every Friday and Saturday night I find some guy and I usually went down on him."

Donnie figured she might have had more than a hundred partners overall and shuddered with fear. Ruth was almost guaranteed to have some type of STD. Hopefully it wasn't Aids.

"Ruth, I want you to understand something important," he said sternly.

"Yeah baby?"

"I'm not going to see you again. Quite frankly, you scare the hell out of me. Take your time, but please get dressed. I want you to see your doctor, or any doctor for that matter and get tested for STD's. If anyone has STD's you do. Or you're the luckiest girl on this planet.

"I'm getting tested tomorrow myself. And if I have anything, I'm naming you as the person who gave it to me."

Ruth had a horrified look on her face. One of betrayal and shock. "How---how can you say that about me? We only just met. This was our first time in the sack and all. You couldn't possibly have STD's from me!"

"I hope to God I don't, Ruth. But from all the unprotected sexually activity you've had this past year I have to be tested. The odds are to fucking high."

"Please get tested yourself, Ruth. If you can't afford the test, I'll gladly pay for it.

There was nothing to say to one another after that, and Ruth, sobbing continuously, got dressed and left.