Donna's Day SeXStoRY

Donna was her own worst enemy. Along with her ‘who-cares’ attitude, she had many fascinating experiences. She also had ones that were not so nice. At present, she tried to look around the room, unsure of how or why she was there. Donna had d***k too much, that she knew, but ‘what the hell!’ her daughter had just got engaged and everyone was celebrating. That was it, she thought, she was still at home. Her daughter and fiancé had invited had invited a whole slew of friends over. They were having an engagement party. Donna was home. She was in the small bedroom… in the basement… just off the rec-room. But who were all these people? Donna squinted try to improve her fugue-like vision. They were mostly guys surrounding her, young guys. She recognized Dave’s face and wondered if her daughter was with her beau. Donna couldn’t see her, but noticed several girls group in with the crowd of boys. She had a long-neck beer bottle in her right hand, and took a small sip from it. She was sitting on the small single bed; the overhead light was on as was the table lamp. Donna, looking down hazily, realized that her dark blue skirt was wadded up high around her waist. To make matters worse, she saw her tangled ecru-coloured panties wrapped around her left ankle, and it didn’t seen to matter one iota. There were hands on her shoulders easing her to lay back. Several other hands were opening her knees wide while another hand began to rub her exposed pussy. A distant memory flitted briefly in Donna’s intoxicated mind. She recalled talking to several of the guys, telling them how she earned some extra coin back in her university days. The reason why she told them such an intimate secret was unclear, and how the conversation started was totally lost to her. Donna sensed something penetrate her pussy, slowly sliding deeper as it also widened her opening. It felt familiar in a bizarre way, a long forgotten sensation. It was not painful, yet it was not all that pleasurable either. It made Donna feel… full. Her audience seemed pleased in both their comments, wide grins and smiles as they watched. Reaching down, Donna felt something hard and cold. It was smooth and tapered, and was slowly being worked in and out of her body. She caught the eye of a young blonde haired girl standing beside the bed, and passed her bottle of beer for the girl to hold on to. Dave came close and reached between Donna’s spread legs. Glancing over her splayed thighs, he reached in and took control of the object she was impaled on. With growing vigour, he began shoving it back and forth, pushing it deeper and harder with each thrust. Donna took two full handfuls of the bedspread and held tight against the onslaught. Her son-in-law-to-be took her hand, then the other and replaced his own with them. Donna continued the endeavour, assaulting her pussy as hard as Dave had. Having grown wet with her own lube, the effort became easier and soon she was able to almost entirely envelope the object. The crowd hooped and hollered and several whistles of appreciation rose above the jubilant voices. Donna felt like she was back in university, the people today being no different than those that came before. She felt like the 20 year old girl she had been, laying naked on a dining room table at some frat party… letting everyone watch her fuck a wine bottle for a hundred dollars. -30-