Mark had moved in with his 19yr. old girlfriend, Donna, after the break up of his marriage. He was under no illusions that the relationship would last, but at 43 years of age he was thoroughly enjoying the unbridled sexual appetite of the teenager in the meantime. He was, as he readily admitted to himself, making hay while the sun shone! The main drawback was their rather cramped existence in the single room bed-sit on the second floor of what is delightfully known as a 'multiple-occupancy' house. That meant that, as Donna was not a silent lover, everyone else in the house knew the frequency and duration of their lovemaking. This was something that had taken a little coming to terms with for the normally private Mark, especially as Donna, blessed with the self confidence of youth, couldn't care less who listened.
Another problem causing friction between them was Donna's gaggle of teenage friends. She enjoyed a certain cache for having an older lover and they seemed to drop by at the slightest excuse to allow her to exploit it, while Mark had little in common with most young people and simply found them in the way. And so it was that on a Thursday afternoon when Mark returned home with sex on his mind and an enormous erection in his pants, that he found Donna sitting with Amey, chatting about makeup and watching an Aussie soap on TV. She came and kissed him warmly enough, but she was soon back to giggling with her friend and engrossed again in things Australian, leaving Mark feeling frustrated and resentful.
Having made himself a coffee, using the diversion to lose his erection and get his irritation under control, he turned back and stood gazing at the two girls. How different they were. Donna was dark, tall, about 5ft 9ins, well built and busty. The sort of figure that would almost inevitably run to fat in later years but which, at this age, was every man's dream, with large firm breasts rarely confined in a bra, a curvy arse and a belly just rounded enough to be interesting. Amey, on the other hand, tended towards blond, was several inches shorter and slim. Her figure was yet to reach its potential, for she was, as Mark reminded himself, only eighteen, and an immature eighteen at that. He had put her age at about sixteen when he first saw her, but her driving license proved otherwise. Her breasts were also usually without a bra and were still small and pert, though they seemed to be tipped by rather prominent nipples. Donna's nipples only usually became that noticeable when she was feeling randy. Amey's belly was flat and her arse firm, almost boyish, in total contrast to Donna's very rounded buttocks. She would probably always deserve to be referred to as 'petite'.
Mark mentally shook himself. He should not, he told himself angrily, be comparing the potential of two young girls just because he was feeling randy. It was bad enough in everyone's eyes that he had shacked up with a nineteen year old, but to be checking out her friend, who looked to be not far out of puberty, was just too pervy. Still, having admonished himself, he had to admit that Amey's full lips did look rather kissable! His erection was returning as well as his resentment! If only....!
He told himself again just how stupid and immature he was being, justified that by reminding himself of the age of his company and began looking for a way of getting his own back in true juvenile manner.
It was with this 'revenge' in mind that he went around to the back of the chair in which Donna sat, leaned over it and started to nuzzle her neck. This was a sure-fire way of lighting her fire – well, why shouldn't she feel frustrated too? Not getting any discernable response he then began to kiss and lick her neck, knowing from experience that she could not resist that! And nor could she, for regardless of her friend sitting beside her, Donna raised her face backwards to be kissed, but didn't argue when he used this movement to gain better access to her throat with his tongue and lips. Donna sighed, turned her head slightly and kissed his cheek, and then began to explore his ear with her own tongue. That wasn't fair, he thought, typical woman! It was having the same effect on him as he was trying to have on her only more obviously. His erection immediately got noticeably harder, with the emphasis on noticeably!
Feeling just a little put out to have the tables so neatly turned on him he pulled away slightly, only just enough to kiss her on the lips but also enough to signal his admission of defeat. Donna smiled, kissed him again and then reached up, locked her hands behind his head, held him in place and went to work on his ear once more, giggling quietly into it as she did so!
This, Mark decided, was tantamount to a dare. It seemed that Donna was testing him, challenging him to see who would chicken out first and who would go furthest while her friend watched – and he could see that Amey was indeed watching from the corner of her eyes!
Never one to resist a challenge Mark went back to kissing her neck, nuzzling her with his lips and gently licking her with the tip of his tongue, quite sure that she would cry enough before he did. But when this wasn't met with the expected white flag, he reached with his hands under Donna's arms, still locked around his head, and cupped her breasts through her T-shirt. This overtly sexual act, he felt sure, would cause her surrender.
But it didn't, so he began kneading them gently, squeezing them, lifting them, pulling on them gently. Donna's breathing was coming harder into his ear (much like his own into her neck!), and her nipples felt like peas through the thin material of her T-shirt. Of course she wouldn't let this go on in front of Amey, would she? Sooner or later it would surely become fuck or bust and then she'd have to give in and push him away! Mark took a look sideways at the girl sitting silently beside them and saw that, although she was supposedly watching the TV, her eyes spent more time looking across to them than on the set, and not only that, her nipples were standing out as well. Well, I'm not giving in, he thought, Donna will have to back off first. Though the pressure within his trousers was making him wish that Amey would give in first and go home! Jacking up the ante once more, Mark found Donna's nipples through her clothes and started to pinch and pull on them, rolling them between his fingers, feeling them harden even more and hearing Donna's soft gasps in his ear at each tug. Then her hands moved from his head to be placed over is own and, just for a moment, Mark assumed that she was finally capitulating and was going to pull his hands away. But far from it, what she actually did was to squeeze his hands harder onto her breasts, making his fingers dig in to the soft flesh until it must have hurt her.
Donna's gasps were now loud enough for Amey to hear, but the younger girl sat still pretending to watch her soap, though Mark would have laid odds that she wasn't following the story line, for he could see the real direction of her gaze. 'Please give in', he silently begged Donna, for there just wasn't anywhere for him to take her privately and if this carried on he would soon have sticky underwear!
Again he increased the stakes. Reaching down he pulled at the hem of Donna's T-shirt, pulling it out of her jeans so that he could raise it far enough to expose her full breasts, now tipped with long, hard, red nipples, for the world (well, himself and Amey) to see, and for him to openly massage. Donna didn't seem to care and to Mark's alarm he was beginning to suspect that she had reached the point where she was too hot to care about anything except the fire in her belly.
A moment later she pretty well confirmed that by taking hold of his hand and squeezing her own nipples with his fingers, doing it harder than he would have done and then pulling on them until they slipped from his supervised grip and the whole breast bounced back into shape. Kissing her again on the mouth and feeling her tongue slip between his lips Mark went for broke! He leaned further over, twisted his right hand free of her grip and reached down to fondle her crotch, feeling the heat of her cunt even through the combat trousers she favoured. Donna groaned, opened her legs a little to his fingers and began to knead her own neglected breast with her free hand, the other still squeezing Mark's left hand onto her nipple. Mark glanced across to see Amey now watching openly, all pretence of TV viewing abandoned, her eyes locked onto Donna's, who in turn was gazing directly and defiantly back at her friend while she slowly moved her hips against Mark's touch.
Mark knew then that he had lost the challenge, though almost beside himself with desire and frustration, he knew that he was going to be the one to back off, to chicken out until they were alone. But by God then she was going to get a good fucking and no mistake! He was tempted to drag her to the bed anyway, but with Amey present he could imagine the trouble that would cause! In any case, he really ought to at least pretend a little maturity!
Regretfully Mark took his hand from between Donna's thighs and began to slowly straighten up, his back protesting at being bent over the back of Donna's chair for so long. The slowness of his movements gave Donna time to react and by throwing her left arm backwards around his neck she was able to draw him back down and whisper in his ear.
"Let's do it!"
"What!" It was a surprised exclamation but Donna chose to answer it as a question.
"Let's fuck!"
