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The sun was burning today. Some of the people from Colony House had gone swimming in the small pond, the Brundles, nearby and you had chosen to sunbathe on the front porch in a flimsy bikini and a pair of big sunglasses while Donna had taken to clearing out the car of yesterday's new arrivals who had refused help and fallen victim to the creatures.
Donna had been quite beaten about it last night. She hated when people here died, and especially when it happened in ways that could've been avoided. You'd gotten drunk with her off your secret stash from under the bed and tried to fill her mind with more pleasurable things than the constant shadow of death, but she hadn't quite been in the mood, just pulled you into her arms and held you close all night.
You'd strategically positioned yourself in Donna's field of view—it was that time of the month where you just couldn't wait to get her alone, have her pull you into a shed or your room to have her way with you. And when she came stomping up the steps of the porch in her heavy boots she wore even in the heat of summer, you thought you might just get lucky.
"Don't get burned. You'll complain all week again," she only said in passing, in her usual gruff tone, and went inside.
Not lucky then.
You didn't dwell on it and settled back down to soak up more of the sun as it was already beginning its descent. You were dangerously close to falling asleep when a tall shadow blocked your source of warmth. You pushed the sunglasses into your hair and propped yourself up.
"You coming or what?" Donna said and was already on her way, leaving you to scramble after her—no shoes, wearing a joke of a bikini, and with unease bubbling in your stomach that left you wondering if either you'd done something to upset her or if she had bad news to share.
"What's going on?" you asked when you'd caught up to her, but she only accelerated her steps and scanned the surroundings rather than allowing you a glimpse of her face.
"You'll see," she said, and that was the end of the conversation until you reached the site where they'd taken all the abandoned cars of the arrivals.
Donna ripped the driver door of a dirty hatchback open and gestured for you to slip inside before she rounded the car and got in on the passenger side. It was only then that you noticed the kitchen towel in her hands, wrapped around... something. It only sparked more questions in your mind.
"And?" you asked, raising your eyebrows. "What's the meaning of this?"
"I found something," Donna said, looking through the windshield.
"Okay...?" You turned more toward her, your legs pulled up on the seat, showing interest.
Sighing, Donna unwrapped the item from the kitchen towel and held it up without regarding it: a strap-on.
"Oh," you gasped, eyes widening, then you scrunched up your nose. "Um... ew."
"Relax." Donna rolled her eyes and placed the item back in the towel. "I washed it when I went into the kitchen."
"Why...?"
"For us, dummy," she snapped, meeting your eye for the first time, eyebrows low. Then she turned away and grabbed the car door handle, shaking her head. "You know what, fucking silly idea. Forget it. Let's just head back."
"Wait. No, Donna." You reached for her shoulder and gripped it firmly, pushing her back into the seat. "You just caught me off guard."
"You wanna try it?" she asked, quirking an eyebrow as she settled again.
"You bet." You smirked and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. It still had that auburn glow although the whites were starting to show through more and more. It suited her. Leaning in, you rasped into her ear, "Been trying to get your attention all day."
"I can tell." Donna sized you up, lingering a little too long on where your breasts nearly spilled from the bikini—it wasn't yours, you'd found it in one of the boxes, and it didn't quite fit. "Show off," she scoffed.
"Does it rile you up when others get to see my body? Hm?" you taunted, grinning like the brat you knew she enjoyed seeing from time to time. It kept her on her toes. "Does the big boss get all mad?"
"Careful, honey," Donna warned, but the husky, hot breath fanning your lips betrayed her. "There's no lube. If you keep pushing I'll have you take it raw."
"You wouldn't," you said and connected your lips to hers, just briefly, and pulled an inch away again. "You love it when I'm all wet for you. All dripping."
Donna's breath shuddered, and you knew you had her. She claimed your mouth now, surging forward and grabbing the back of your neck, pulling you against her. She wasted no time pushing her tongue past your lips and you received her with equal fervour, wrapping around her, swallowing her saliva, tasting her. It wasn't long until you both were groaning and Donna's hand left its place at your neck. She skirted along your spine, squeezed your hip and traced the top of your thigh until you sighed a desperate, "Touch me," into the kiss.
Chuckling, Donna dug her fingers into your thigh—hard—and rubbed her thumb deep into the sensitive inside of it, enough to leave a bruise and sentence you to a week of wearing Bermuda shorts. You whined, which she found delightful, and bit into her bottom lip to reprimand her. She drew away and you pouted.
Donna rolled her eyes, but gave in and curled her finger around the waistband of the bikini, pulling it down your hips. You lifted off the seat so Donna could take it off, and she stuffed the panties into the pocket of her cargo pants. The heat in the car grew thicker, viscous, and a sheen of sweat glistened on her forehead as she ran her fingertips through your damp curls, teasing without providing any relief from the pressure building in your core.
She indulged you with a kiss again, dragging through your slit and making you gasp, rocking into her palm. Her fingertips were calloused and rough, allowing for titillating friction as they brushed against your clit. Goosebumps pebbled all over your skin and your nipples hardened against the fabric of the bikini. Donna's other hand remained on your waist, firm and commanding, and guided you through the messy, frantic kiss.
"Slow down, baby," Donna said then, pushing you away. You plummeted into the seat, breathless, aching between your legs were her fingers had stopped moving. "This is foreplay, remember."
You held on to her arm, kept it in place, and pleaded with her, "Come on."
Donna gave your pussy a few wet claps, you choked on a moan, and she dipped between your folds, coming back slick. "I think you're good."
"Please. Make me come. I'll ride you!"
Grasping your chin, Donna tilted it up to her, holding it between her thumb and index finger. Her eyes drew over your face, a quiet hunger lingering in the dilated pupils and flared nostrils. "Until I tell you to stop? Even if you swear you can't keep goin'?"
"Yes"—she put her hand back on you, drawing tight circles over your clit that left you quivering and stutter out the words—"ma'am."
"Hm, it's a deal," Donna said and brought your squirming, helpless body to a quick and harsh climax in the driver's seat. She held your twitching pussy tight in her grip until the aftershocks ebbed away and drank you in as you trembled and went limp.
Giving your thigh a swat, she opened the door and stepped out. "You take a breather, honey, I'll strap in."
Dust swirled up inside the car from the sudden movement and sparkled in the piercing sun light. A moment later, Donna opened the backdoor and slid into the backseat. You made eye contact with her in the rear-view mirror, your chest still heaving, dripping on the seat, and the shuffling and clicks and clacks as she fastened the harness did nothing to calm you.
"All set," Donna announced. "Come to mama, sweetheart." She winked at you through the mirror. "Got a special treat for ya."
You throbbed. How did she expect you to get into the backseat with how weak she'd left your knees? Groaning, you yanked yourself out of the car and crawled into the backseat. Donna helped you, manhandled you into her lap as if that wasn't the hottest thing a woman could do. The sturdy silicone rested between your stomachs as you shifted to straddle her properly, inspecting the piece for the first time up close.
"What? Second thoughts?" Donna mocked, caressing up and down your thighs as if her voice alone wasn't making your arousal drool onto her pants. "Go on, up," she said, gripping the base of the shaft as you dutifully lifted your hips enough to hover over it. She let the head plop against your lower stomach; the ripple went straight into your clit.
Wrapping your hand around Donna's, you guided the tip through your folds, teasing yourself, soaking up every second of anticipation. This didn't happen every day; there were no sex toys just lying around in this place, and how many times since you'd fallen for Donna had you wished you could feel her inside you, knowing you may never get to experience it. And she felt it too, you knew it. Her mouth twitched, the artery on her neck throbbed, her eyes restless and darting between your face and the strap nudging at your fluttering entrance.
Locking your eyes on hers, you lowered onto the strap. The thicker head parted your folds and stretched you open as you sunk inch by inch. Donna steadied you with a hand on your hip, and you rested your forehead against hers, dropping down onto her lap with an abrupt gasp. You cupped her cheek as you both glanced down to where you bodies were joined, revelled in the feeling of being filled completely—by Donna. You didn't move, just breathed.
This was a closeness so unlike anything you normally shared, and that despite Donna still being fully clothed, which she tended to prefer against all your protests. The sight affected her—you, split open astride her, in her arms—and she struggled to keep her breaths even. They fanned your collarbone as you sat on the strap, wetness pushing out of you around its circumference, and her hands grew shy in their touches now, reverent, like shaping a sculpture of clay, full of awe.
"You comfortable?" she asked, quieter now, missing the usual bossy confidence. Your thighs—everything—was buzzing, but she didn't let you move yet.
"Very," you whispered, brushing crescents on her cheekbone, closing your eyes as your foreheads remained connected with nothing but a thin layer of sweat inbetween. "You're so beautiful, Donna."
She sighed in response—she always did—and wrapped her arms around your waist, pulling you closer. The strap shifting inside you had you whimpering, but the way she held you melted everything away.
"You don't know how much this means to me," Donna said, her mouth close to yours, just a kiss away.
You trailed your fingertips over her lips and buried your nose in her cheek. "I think I do..."
"You're so good for me... Sitting so still," Donna said, voice becoming quieter the more her restraint waned. "Don't move."
With every word she spoke, your hips twitched more, aching to grind down, to press your neglected clit up against her. You hovered over her mouth, made it dewy, before you kissed her again. Her fingers dug into your hips, applying pressure without allowing you room to move. The tension became unbearable, your kisses heated, your whines higher, but Donna had no mercy, not yet. She skimmed her lips along the column of your neck, nipped at where it connected to your shoulder. The sensations swamped you, and you canted forward without meaning to do so.
Donna tutted. She threaded her fingers into your hair and curled them tight, not enough to be painful, but enough to command you. "You can wait a little longer, sweetie."
"No... I can't... I need to—"
"Shh... A deal is a deal." She massaged the back of your head, raking her fingers through your hair. "You don't wanna upset me, do you? Not when I'm so deep inside you."
You shook your head—because that's what the wait had reduced you too. Every bit of your attention was on the girth sitting inside you, just waiting for its cue; all blood had pooled in your pelvis and your head remained empty.
"Breathe with me. Just three breaths, then you can move. Alright?"
You nodded, closing your eyes again, noses brushing, and listened to Donna's intake of breath. You did the same, held it, and breathed it out with her.
"One," she counted, holding you tighter.
And again, you breathed together, skin against skin, pure heat.
"Two. Just one more, honey. You got this."
You squeezed around the shaft as you took the last breath, too needy, too wanton, and pushed it back out before Donna exhaled. When she did, she loosened her grip on you, set you free, and put her hands atop your thighs.
"Three. Now, move, baby," she husked, and you lifted your hips up as high as you could manage before grinding down again, groaning as you did, repeating, without taking time to breathe, but Donna noticed and cautioned you. "Take it slow."
You whined, but obeyed, dragged yourself up in a languid motion and plummeted down, impaling yourself, stretching, dripping. All for Donna, all to give her a show, to make her proud. And she was. You saw it in her eyes, how they sparkled with admiration, how she just wanted to see you take that pleasure from her.
"Let it out. I need it, baby," she said, her warm hands splayed on your working thighs. "Let me hear how good my cock's makin' you feel."
"Donna..." you sighed as you bobbed up and down, steadying yourself on her flannel-clad shoulders.
"I'm here. Just for you," Donna said, turning to kiss the nearest spot on your arm. "You feel so good. Fuck!" She threw her head back against the backrest of the seat. "I fucking love being inside you."
It made you move faster, fuck yourself harder on her, despite her instruction. You just couldn't hold it in anymore.
"I wanna make you come, honey," Donna groaned, letting you proceed. "Can you do that? Come real hard for me?" The tone of her voice, the heavily affected rasp, went straight to your clit. "Yeah?"
"Fuck, Donna!" you cried out. Something about saying her name, repeating it, made your cunt squeeze as if it were dirty talk.
"Come on, pretty girl," she coaxed, caressing your sides up to your bouncing breasts but not catching them, just brushing to get her fill. "Do you need help?"
"Yes, yes, yes, please," you begged, chasing the release that reared its head each time your walls dragged along the veiny silicone lodged inside you. "Touch me, touch me."
"You know what?" Donna felt over your lower stomach, where your muscles tensed and relaxed in a steady rhythm to give you the friction you craved. "I think you can do that all by yourself. You've already done such an amazing job. Finish yourself off for me."
The praise made your skin tingle, but you couldn't help but whine in protest. You wanted her to touch you, to take you, hold you close and feel your heart hammering against hers—but she was unrelenting, made you work for it, and somehow this made you even more desperate.
Pressure built up behind your navel, your breaths grew quicker, your cunt throbbed around the thickness, and your words dissolved into an unintelligible string of syllables and moans. Your legs gave out as you pushed yourself up once more, and you dropped back down with the force of your full weight behind it, jolting you into orgasm. Your legs trembled, pleasure snapped through you, and electrified heat sizzled on your skin, wave after wave.
"Keep going, that's it," Donna panted, and pushed her hips up, fucking the strap deeper into you a few more times, prolonging the sensations. All you could do was clench helplessly as she stroked your hair now, gathering you close and rumbling in your ear. "So fuckin' hot."
You went limp in her strong arms, sweat trickled cool down your spine between the strokes of her hands, and the strap sat still now between your walls, keeping you full and sated while you nestled into the crook of her neck, crumpling her lumberjack shirt in your hands. She pressed her cheek to your temple, breathing heavily, and ran her hands all over you.
Donna waited until you'd both calmed down, kissed the top of your head, and then shoved you off her lap, giving your ass an affectionate slap. "Now, get the fuck outta here."
You whined when the strap slipped out of you, all too sudden, and blurted, "What?"
"You heard me."
"But—"
"Uh-uh," she shut you up. "Don't start with that."
"Okay." You swallowed hard, but the lump only turned into a stone, dropping into the pit of your stomach as you crawled out of the car on wobbly legs and with no panties. Broad daylight, mid-afternoon.
Donna came out behind you, and without a word, put her hand in the small of your back. She walked you along the side of the car, the tip of the strap brushing against your bare ass, but then she stopped in the front, shrugged the flannel off her shoulders, draped it over the smouldering hot hood of the car, and bent you over it, hand splayed between your shoulder blades.
"Got one more for me?" she said, nudging your legs apart with her boot and fisting the strap.
A cool breeze brushed over your drenched sex and made you shiver, arousal pulsing in your clit already again. All you could do was groan, "Yes, fuck, yes."
"Fucking knew it," Donna pressed through gritted teeth, swiping the thick head through your folds before thrusting in and bottoming out, her thighs flush against your ass before she drew back out—slow and agonising. "Buckle up, baby."
You pushed your rear back into her as her hand slid from your upper back along your spine to your hips, pawing at your ass for purchase before starting an onslaught of rapid-fire thrusts. The rust and dust sparkled in the sun, though it might as well have been the stars she made you see as she pounded you into the car. The air got knocked out of your lungs, making it impossible to form words. Your breath stumbled, your whines and moans a staccato, and your brain a delightful mush.
"Speechless, huh?" Donna said, grabbing you by the hair until you arched your back. "Well, I'll be damned. You never shut up."
She chuckled and your eyes stung from the intensity, but your cunt gripped her length hard, increasing the slippery friction of every deep plunge as your breasts were squished against the hot metal beneath you, nipples rubbing across Donna's flannel shirt that still smelled of pine, wood and sweat.
"Isn't this much better? Hm?" She buried herself deep, making you gasp, and paused there. "Tell me."
You whimpered at the loss of stimulation, but knew she wouldn't continue until you answered, so you croaked out a pathetic little "yes".
Donna started to move again right away, picking up a slower, but steady rhythm that turned you into a moaning, squirming mess on atop the car hood. Fucked in plain sight, for everyone who happened to walk by to see, and yet all you cared about was the thick desire lacing Donna's voice, the possessiveness in her grip, the shallow, uneven breaths she pushed out each time she shoved herself inside you.
"How about every time you get on my tits, I'm just gonna bend you over from now on?" she panted, kneading your hips as she snapped hers to your ass. "How's that, honey?"
"Mh-mh-yes!"
"Like the sound of that."
Your heart pounded in your ears, a warm rush of blood crept up your neck and into your cheeks, and you lost yourself in the rhythmic slams rocking you.
"You gonna come?"
"Hm… Mh… Donna!" you sobbed, holding on to the windscreen wipers. "Need—I need—"
"I know, sweetie, I know. Just take it."
Donna's groans mixed with yours, wet noises and the thuds of your body slapping against the car joined the chorus. Everything was so hot. The sun burned on your back, the clap of her hand on your ass, your own skin on fire, the car beneath you like a furnace. You could only surrender, give yourself to her, gush each time she grunted "good girl" behind you.
Her thrusts were getting sloppier, but she pushed through, determined to make your mind go blank and eyes roll back. She slowed, angled the strap, and pierced deeper—the spot she hit was your undoing. With a strangled moan, you crumbled apart, clamping down on her cock just as she fucked it into you one last time and unleashed an eruption of an orgasm.
"Fuck," Donna hissed as you trembled and whimpered under her hands, the evidence of your debauchery running down the inside of your leg. She caught it with her fingers and wiped them on her pants as she slipped out of you, proceeding to unbuckle the harness. "You alright?"
Groaning, you rolled—with great difficulty since you were still a boneless and hazy mess—onto your back and sat up with Donna's help, shielding your eyes from the sun with your hand until she stepped up right between your legs and blocked it for you. She cupped your cheek in her large, calloused hand, the other stuck into her pocket, and smiled down at you when you nodded into her palm.
"Made quite a mess of me," she said, and directed your attention to her pants. The tops of her thighs and her crotch had dark spots all over them.
"What are we gonna say? Back at the house?"
"Guess we gotta take a swim in the Brundles on our way back." She pulled your bikini bottoms out of her pocket and crouched to slip them up your legs. You lifted your hips to get them all the way up, though couldn't help but grimace when your soaked, oversensitive sex came into contact with the dry fabric. "Wouldn't want anyone to know you just got your brains fucked out, would we?"
Laughter shook you both as Donna lifted you off the car and put you on your feet, keeping her hands on your waist until she was sure you were steady. The freckles on her face became more visible as you turned into the light and left you no choice but to kiss her—cheeks first, then nose, then lips.
"Ah, come on," she huffed in faux-annoyance, flashing her eyes at you, but you didn't let off, not when she grinned like that. You stamped numerous little pecks all over her face and then ran off before she could smack your ass. What you hadn't expected was her running after you.
Donna chased you through the abandoned cars, through the row of trees, and through the bushes surrounding the Brundles. You jumped into the water, thinking you'd be rid of her, but Donna followed and the murky water splashed all around you, drenching you both as you came up. Her hair stuck to her head and she brushed it back while you had to spit some of your own out of your mouth.
The excitement of today, the surprise, the strap, the sex—oh god the sex!—still coursed through your whole being and left you with a sense of euphoria you hadn't felt since you first arrived here. You swam into her embrace and looped your arms around her neck, seducing her into a searing kiss hidden behind ferns and reeds.