Donna was getting excited. She'd never felt the kind of blush that spread through her body. She'd never even masturbated before and now her body was super-heated with passion. She didn't quite know why, but she spread her legs wide. She didn't know what was happening because her eyes were shut tight and her hands dug deep into the grass around her. She clenched and unclenched her hands, digging up the grass and she wiggled her hips back and forth under the attack of Mark's tongue which brushed back and forth over and around her ever-reddening cunt lips. Donna was uttering short moans and grunts as Mark flicked his tongue in and out of her cunt. Suddenly Donna felt her whole body catch fire, every fiber of her skin and bone was flaming and she wanted to scream, scream, scream, but she found her jaws locked in the wide open position unable to utter a sound. She didn't know it yet, but she'd had her first orgasm. And there were more to come.
Very gently, Mark lay his body atop Donna's. It felt nice and cool against her burning skin and still reacting automatically. Donna raised her legs and locked them around Mark's waist. She could feel his stiff rod pressing against her cunt lips and she could feel him pressing down and his rod about an inch inside of her stopped by the membrane cross her cunt hole.
Suddenly, it was all over. In one blinding flash of pain, the tender little skin was ruptured and Mark's cock slipped all the way into her little hole. The pain was quickly replaced by pleasure as Mark started rubbing his cock in and out, in and out, against the fragile walls of her twat.
For a second time, Donna felt her body catch fire and felt the blood pound through every vein in her body. Orgasm number two, and still she wasn't sure of just what had happened except that it was the best thing that had ever happened to her before.
And that best thing happened to her again and again that night as she tried the other championship team members. Her young cunt, which had done nothing for the previous years of her life was filled to capacity with her own pussy juice and the come of the others. Donna was the most popular member of the cheerleading team and after that first session with Mark one of the most willing. She had to learn exactly what that hot, fiery feeling that started in her cunt and spread through the rest of her body was.
She tried big cocks and little ones, thick ones and thin ones and each of them went sliding into her warm little hole and pounded her without mercy, which is just what she wanted. Soon her rapidly learning little twat would grow hairy as Ethel's had, and Ethel, who until that night had been the most popular girl in school, and the easiest lay, found herself displaced by the little vixen with lots to learn and the enthusiasm to learn it.
Donna's dreams were interrupted now by the bump-bump of the small jet landing. Tina was just waking up now also, and Donna could see that although both were asleep, each in their own dream world, they had both been dreaming of the same thing. Tina's mouth had fallen open and she had drooled in her sleep down her own chest and onto Donna's, who, on the other hand, had found her own index finger buried deep in her own slippery-wet cunt.
"Well, we're here," Marshall smiled, poking his head out of the cock pit.
Tina reached for the cloak in which she'd been wrapped, but Donna interrupted her.
"You won't need that here," she laughed. "We're right on the beach near the house. There's no one around but the servants and they're used to it."
"Well, that's nice, I could use, a bit of catching up on my tan," Tina smiled, wiping her own tits with a bit of the cloak and reaching to do the same for Donna.
"Okay, girls, hop out after me and let's head for a nice, cool drink at the house," Marshall said, opening the door to the plane and hopping to the ground.
Donna bowed low to Tina and motioned her to the door.
"Thank you, love," Tina smiled at her former rival, putting her arm around her and squeezing gently. Donna had a fine body and Tina was glad that she was finally beginning to appreciate it.
Donna felt a warm glow from Tina's squeeze and put her own arm around Tina's back allowing it to fall over Tina's ass, gently running one of her fingernails along the crack of that smooth, shapely ass.
Both of them stepped nude out onto the wing of the small jet and blinked fiercely as the bright sunshine flooded across their bodies and jumped onto the hot, sandy beach.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The sun beat down fiercely and after being inside the rather chilly airplane the burning rays of the sun hitting their skin warmed them immediately. Marshall had already started toward the house which was set among a dense clump of palm trees. He had pulled his shirt off and was undoing his pants and kicking his shoes off, letting them fall as he walked. From the house a black youngster, perhaps twelve years old, ran toward Marshall.
"Maku, fetch the suitcases off the plane," Marshall commanded, swatting the youngster on his backside as he laughed and ran to do as he was bid.
He was tall and strong for his age as he stooped to pick up Marshall's scattered clothing on his way to the beached jet. He caught sight of the two white women, nude and walking arm in arm toward the house and didn't seem at all surprised.
"That's Maku," Donna said to Tina. "He's the general houseboy and takes care of the odds and ends around here, even your end, if you'd like."
"That's nice," Tina said surveying the youngster who struggled to pry one of the suitcases out of the plane. He also seemed to be struggling with a very obvious erection that was pushing against the tattered shorts he was wearing.
"Don't stare so hard, baby," Donna teased Tina, giving her buttocks another gentle squeeze. "His mother Elsie is the cook and housekeeper. She's a favorite with Marshall. He treats her like a queen."
The two continued to the house, looking up at the lush tropical growth that started so suddenly where the beach ended. The house itself was massive with a large basement a dining-living area that took up the whole first floor and a half-dozen bedrooms, each with its own full bath upstairs.
Tina stared with open eyes at the expensive furniture, while Donna who had seen it all before watched Tina with amusement.
"Relax, baby," she laughed. "You'll get used to all this splendor before long."
"Hello, girls," a feminine voice cut in from the background. Tina whirled to see who it was. "I'm Elsie. Master told me to show you to your rooms."
Tina surveyed the woman who stepped out of the doorway. She was tall, almost as tall as Tina and had a large figure. Big boobs drooping forward, a thick, but firm waist and large ample hips that suggested a lifetime of hard work. Her hair was drawn back in a bun and her skin was as black as any Tina had ever seen. Her body was draped in a thin cotton frock with a row of buttons down the center. Half the buttons were open, allowing her enormous cleavage to show and Tina could see that Elsie didn't believe in bras and had large circular nipples jutting straight out. Elsie didn't believe in panties either, because as Tina lowered her eyes she could see that Elsie's skin was pressed flush against the frock in a couple of places where sweat had plastered it to her body. A couple of the kinky hairs from her gash had somehow pushed through the flimsy cotton frock which ended about a foot or so above her knee.
"This way," she said in her heavily accented Caribbean manner, leading the two upstairs.
"That's Master's room," she said, pointing to the end of the hallway. "Miss Donna is in this room and Miss Tina is here. If you want anything I'll be downstairs."
Elsie turned and plodded down the stairs. Marshall had the corner bedroom. Tina had been placed next to him and Donna next to Tina. Not a bad arrangement, Tina thought to herself.
"Well, kiddo," Donna said. "I don't know about you, but I could use a good, hot bath. I'll see you later." Donna ran her fingertips across Tina's ass, gave it a friendly slap and slithered into her room.