Donna

Donna Pinciotti liked sex a lot. Once she started she fucked Eric at least every other day. If she had realized how much she needed to screw she would have lied about what she wanted until a reasonable replacement appeared.
But, she did not lie, and now she was spending her friday afternoon in the empty Foreman basement frigging herself to meaningless climax after meaningless climax until her constantly engorged clit was rubbed raw. If she did not get a cock in her soon she would go insane.
Almost on queue she felt a hand press against her shoulder, a second later she felt another wrap tightly around her left breast and start kneading it like putty. In her usual sarcastic tone she asked, "What do you think your doing?"
The phantom groper did not speak. Instead she saw his less occupied hand begin to unbutton her shirt. The spider-like hand moving down the valley between her tits made her still engorged lips swell uncomfortably in her jeans. When her shirt was open the hands guided it over her shoulders. The shirt bunched around her forearms and when she leaned forward to free her arms she felt him unclasp her bra. The straps fell loosely over her shoulders. With a soft shrug she let the bra fall away.
The hands moved back to her breasts working at her nipples softly. Arching her back slightly toward the nimble fingers she closed her eyes and moaned, "God, please fuck me"
Her unidentified friend pulled her over the top of the old couch and set her on the cement floor. He was not as gentle as he could have been, but she was too desperate to complain. She almost came when she felt him pull her already unbuttoned pants away from her aching cunt and over her flaring hips. He pulled off her shoes and socks and then she was naked and waiting. The few seconds she waited were agonizing, on her hands and knees, she could feel her cunt clenching at air. Then something was at her enterance, rubbing.
She could have cried.
The dick wasted no time plunging into her depths. It started to pound in and out almost immediately. Hard, deep, strokes. And the hands were digging into her ass. Her mouth dropped open as the sensations began to spread: the pounding, the hands, and her breasts swinging wildly below her. Her breathing synched with the thrusting. She bent her arms until her nipples caught the concrete as they swung. She realized she was drooling, but did not care.
For a few minutes Donna did loose her mind, and then she came. Her cunt clenched the invading dick as she spasmed and a dozen jets of cum shot directly into her womb.
She screamed once and passed out. When she awoke she was still naked, but alone.