Donor - Chapter 16

16.

Samantha roughly rifled through her purse for a few moments before she promptly gave up and settled for pounding on the apartment door, banging her fist so hard it hurt.

She heard footsteps quickly approach and then the door opened a crack to reveal a sliver of Janet’s face, shocked and alarmed.   “Samantha, what--”

“BITCH!!!”

The second her eyes landed on her roommate, Samantha shoved the door wide open, knocking Janet backwards.  Adrenaline coursing through her body, everything held a vivid, hyper look, slightly wavering at the corners of her vision.

She had left Michael’s apartment in tears, sobbing as she made her way down to her car.  But as she’d gotten in and began driving, awash in her anguish, she was peripherally aware in a maddeningly distracting way that her body was still extremely, steadfastly aroused.   Her distress began to subside, increasingly becoming replaced by a gathering fury.

Janet…

That fucking whore Janet…

Compounding her anger was her massive erection, tenting her dress,  the ever-drooling tip turning the fabric a darker color from the slowly expanding wet spot.  Her foot pressed the gas pedal harder in proportion with her rising emotion, until she was speeding dangerously, recklessly over the speed limit, wheels squealing, her jaw clenched as she drove erratically, compulsively stroking herself all the while.

Standing over Janet now, Samantha’s head was pounding in time with her hammering heartbeat as she seethed.

“You’ve ruined everything!!!”

Janet scrambled to her feet.  “What…  what happened?!”

“Michael!” Samantha screamed out unhelpfully.

Janet blinked at the ferocity of her response, and likely was able to infer some of her meaning, but said very little.  “And..?”

“He saw me!”  Samantha shouted.   “He saw me like this!”  Agitatedly flinging her hands, she gestured down to the bulge between her legs, her massive erection clearly outlined against the front of her dress.

The recollection stoked Samantha’s rage, causing it to boil over, and she lunged forward, hand flying.  The room was filled with the ringing of the sharp slap when she connected with Janet’s face.

“You did this!!!”

Janet staggered back a step, a look of astonishment rather than pain, holding a hand up to the spot where Samantha had struck her, her cheek growing bright red.

“You fucked up everything!”  Samantha screamed, practically hysterical.  Even still, she wasn’t able to completely ignore the way her cock jumped when she’d hit Janet.  “Michael and I are completely finished!”

She drew her hand back, lashing out to strike again but Janet was ready this time.  She pulled her head back and at the same time, she deftly caught Samantha by the wrist.  “I did a lot of things wrong by you,” she retorted with remorse yet some indignation.  Now with Samantha safely restrained, Janet leaned in, her eyes blazing as they glared at each other, their faces inches apart, breathing heavily.   A small trickle of blood was leaking from the corner of her mouth.  “But I didn’t make you go back to Michael’s like that.

“You did that all by yourself.”

Janet flung her hand back at her, leaving Samantha to rub her bruised wrist while eyeing her roommate resentfully.  “Don’t you touch me again.”

“‘Don’t touch y’--” Samantha repeated, eyes widening with incredulity, her anger re-igniting.  “All you wanted was for me to touch you!!!

“You sick little skank…  After everything I did for you..!

“That’s all you wanted.  To change me.  And use me.  For your own pleasure.

“This is all you wanted..!”

Samantha yanked up her dress, exposing her slim thighs, her flat belly, and her long, hard thick cock, which she gripped with her free hand, causing a generous amount of pre-cum to pour out in a long strand before dripping onto the living room rug.

“This is what you want, isn’t it?!”  Samantha’s head was still pounding, her vision starting to blur.  She was so angry…  and still so horny.  Her cock was aching.

Janet’s eyes held some combination of what Samantha herself was feeling -- anger, confusion, lust.  “Don’t you come here trying to make me out to be the slut,” she spat venomously,” Not when you’re standing there with your big, nasty dick leaking all over the floor.”

It was the last straw.  After all that had happened, all of the stress, the drama, the angst; the endless cycles of worry and longing and repression; the implosion of her engagement with Michael and their relationship; for Janet to speak to her this way, after all their years of unwavering friendship and sisterhood, was simply too much to bear.  Samantha felt something snap inside of herself.

“Fucking bitch!!!”

She reached out wildly, her hands circling Janet’s throat, and she did so, she felt her member going hard as stone, fit to burst.  Rather than looking fearful, Janet’s face was twisted in a snarl, one hand grabbing Samantha’s wrist, digging her nails in, the other grabbing a fistful of her blonde hair, yanking her back by the head, so that Samantha had to look down out of the corners of her wide-spread eyes just to keep sight of her.

They were locked in struggle, both red faced, grunting with effort before Janet broke free, turning away, coughing and choking.  Samantha’s automatic response was to lift her knee up and kick Janet in the back, hard, so that she stumbled forward into the couch, doubled over it.

“Try to tell me you’re not a slut,” Samantha muttered as she reached under her dress and began stroking her needy cock roughly while she stalked over.  Their apartment door was still ajar, for all the world to see and hear, but she couldn’t bring herself to care.  There was only the relentless pounding of her confused and angry head.

Once behind Janet, she wrapped her arms around her, one hand groping her bust, the other slipping down the front of her jeans, where she found Janet was predictably soaking her panties.

“Dirty whore, get off,” Janet growled, squirming in her arms, pinned against the sofa.  Samantha couldn’t help but notice the way she kept shoving her butt back against her erection, and she knew it wasn’t on accident.  “Trying fuck me with your big dick.  I know you want to…

“You’d love that, wouldn’t you?”

“Oh, I’d love it, huh?”  Samantha retorted.  With her free hand, she pulled open the top button of Janet’s jeans with a pop, giving her other hand the space to push her roommate’s sodden panties to the side and slide two fingers deep in her snatch.

“Ahhhh!”  Janet immediately squealed in pleasure, but Samantha withdrew her hand soon after.

“I’m the one who wants it?” she demanded.  “When you’re practically gushing?!”

She crammed her lubricated fingers into Janet’s mouth.

“Mmmmph!”

It sounded like a protest, but Janet sucked her own juices off of her fingers as Samantha pulled them out.

Pure unadulterated lust filled Samantha’s head, mixing with the rage into a thrilling compound.  She shucked Janet’s jeans down around her ankles and compulsively rubbed her tool up down between Janet’s exposed cheeks, against her wet panties, her cockhead steadily dripping precum all over.

“Go ahead, then, ”Janet urged.  “You want it so bad, you horny nympho slut, go ahead.  Stick it in.”

Samantha was more than ready to do just that, but she wouldn’t give in.  Not until Janet did...   “Tell me you want it,” she ordered.

“Fuck you,” Janet retorted.  She was breathing heavily.  They both were.

Still reaching around, Samantha slid two fingers deep in her roommate’s snatch.  “Tell me, bitch!”

“Ahh!  Nggggh… Nuh… no.  I don’t..!”

“Dirty fucking liar…”

Samantha reached underneath her roommate’s fitted T-shirt, grabbing handfuls of her tits, pinched her rock-hard nipples, even as she fingered her, rubbing herself up against Janet’s pert little butt all the while, dry humping her as they writhed around.

“Ahhh!!  I don’t,” Janet gasped.  “I don’t…

“I don’t…

“Don’t…  want it…”

“Don’t want what, huh?” Samantha demanded.  “What don’t you want?!”

“Your… your…”  Janet hesitated.

“Say it!” Samantha ordered.  Her head was swimming, she felt so powerful and in control; but she felt equally almost like begging Janet to give in now, she wanted it so bad…

Samantha pulled her upright, a little less roughly, hauling her up so that she could speak right into her ear from behind. “Say it,” she breathed.  “You want to.  I know you do…”

“I want…  I want…”

“It’s ok,” Samantha whispered.  “You can tell me.  Just say it…”

Janet gave a small whimper before she broke down.

“I want your cock, Samantha..!

“I want that big, thick cock of yours inside me!”

The moment she said it, Samantha pulled her fingers out and yanked at her underwear hard.

“Uhhhh!”  Janet grunted as her panties tore away.

With no preamble, Samantha grabbed herself, and guided her cockhead up against Janet’s slit, then slammed herself in.  They groaned together in unison.

“Ohhhh…!”

“Yessssss,” Samantha hissed, immediately rocking her hips back and forth, humping Janet so hard, she was rocking the couch forward.  Finally, finally.  God, she was hot and angry and so horny…

“Unnnnh, oh God,” Janet squealed, bent over, getting fucked hard.  “Oh fuck, yes, Samantha, keep fucking me!  Keep fucking me with your big dick..!”

Samantha panted like an animal, leaning over on top of her roommate, thrusting desperately.  She could feel her tongue hanging out, drool running down her chin, but she didn’t care.  She couldn’t stop.  She needed this.  Needed to fuck.  Needed to mate.

Except…

“No,” she mumbled, even as she kept screwing her best friend.  “No…”

Her cock was starting to stiffen, that now intimately familiar feeling of pressure building, when she forced herself to slow her pace, coming to a halt before she pulled out together.

“No…”

“Sam..?”  Janet lifted her head up from the couch cushion, looking back in confusion.

“No,” she said more forcefully now.  She shoved Janet’s head back down again.  “You’re not getting it.  Not after what you did to me.”

She lined herself up again, but now her dripping cockhead pushed up against Janet’s asshole.

“Samantha?!”  Janet lifted her head back up, her blue eyes wide and alarmed.  “No, wait--”

Samantha felt her head stretching Janet’s ass wide, and then with an incredible squeezing friction, it was entering.

“Wait-wait-wait-oh..!”  Janet’s protests clipped off just as the widest part of Samantha’s swollen head worked past her anus, causing all of it to abruptly slide inside.

“Oh.

“Oh.

“Ohhhhh…”

Janet could only make wordless noises of pleasure as Samantha’s shaft, sticky and wet from her own lubrication slid into her rear, inch by inch.

Samantha felt her eyes rolling back in her head.  She was trembling with indecent excitement, her cock feeling like it might explode at any moment.  It was just like all those times that she had orgasmed in Janet’s mouth during oral sex -- that lewd arousal that came with the shameful, guilty knowledge that this had nothing to do with procreation, with helping her friend, with anything that resembled a moral justification.  She wasn’t doing this for any other reason than selfish, raunchy sexual pleasure.  She was doing this only because it felt unbelievably amazing to have her hard cock inside of her best friend’s ass, and she wanted to buttfuck her until her semen came squirting out.

“Not... going… to get pregnant… like this…are you..?”  Samantha reveled in the depravity, as she worked herself in and out, groaning all the while.  Jesus, it was just so fucking tight...  And the way Janet kept moaning was turning her on like crazy.

“God, I didn’t know you were such a whore…  Getting off on my cock…  fucking you up the ass…”

“Yea, Samantha, I love it,” Janet raved mindlessly, panting loudly, no longer trying to keep up any pretense, her legs spread wide as she was pounded, half lying on the couch  “I love your dick in my ass…  it feels so fucking good, baby..!”

“I thought...uhhh….  all of this…. mmm, fuck... was just to get pregnant... you filthy slut...”

“You…  you can make me pregnant later,” Janet gasped, struggling to speak.  “Just..  unnhh..  Keep fucking my ass…

“Fuck me and cum in my asshole…”

Samantha groaned, trying to resist, her cock jumping and twitching in reaction to Janet’s nasty talk.  She wanted to cum so badly, but she didn’t want to stop either…

“Fucking whore…  gonna me bust my load too soon with that skanky gutter mouth…”

“Do it, Samantha,” Janet encouraged urgently.  “Do it to me.  I’m all yours.

“You can do anything you want to me.

“I’m your filthy little whore.

“I’ll be your good little cum slut.  I’ll do anything you want…”

“Oh, fuck,” Samantha groaned, her hips moving in great rolls, strong steady strokes.  “Not yet…  Stop it, whore, stop…”

But Janet wouldn’t, she just kept begging for it, urging Samantha on.

“I’m all yours, baby…

“My tight little asshole is all yours...

“Just please, give me that cum…  Give it to me...

“I need all that hot, sticky cum in my ass…

“Please, Sam… please, baby… please…”

“Aw, fuck...  Aw, shit...”

“Yes, Sam, oh yes, yes, I feel your dick, it’s getting so hard, it’s ready to ejaculate in my dirty little shit-pipe…”

“Oh, goddamit fuck--”

“YES!!!”

Samantha let out some snorting, grunting, choking sound as she exploded in Janet’s ass, dissolving into a series of gasping moans as she came over and over again, frantically pumping until she filled her roommate’s bowels, and still she couldn’t stop, even as the semen came squeezing out around her cock with thick, squelching noises.  Beneath her, Janet was screaming and convulsing, pinned against the couch, squirting all over it.

For a long while, they stayed like that -- Janet collapsed on the sofa cushions, Samantha lying atop her, her tits smashed up against Janet’s toned back, her cock still buried in her tight, round ass, both of them heaving and panting for breath.  That had been the best ever.  Samantha had never cum harder in her life.

But, her cock was resolutely erect, and she was still mounted on top of her best friend.  When she had recovered enough to regain control of her senses, she began to move her hips again.  With a soft gasp, Janet turned her head to the side, and Samantha leaned over so their lips could meet, muffling their rising moans.  She opened her mouth, letting Janet’s probing tongue slide in, sucking on it, felt her eyes sliding shut, before she abruptly jerked away.

“Don’t think you’re getting off that easy, bitch…”

Samantha buried herself as deep in Janet’s rear as she could, holding it, savoring the moment before she withdrew, then grabbed a fistful of her roommate’s dark hair and hauled her around, down on her knees in front of her.  Still clutching her by the head, without preamble Samantha rammed her hard, sticky throbbing dick as far down Janet’s throat as she could.

“Urrk!!  Mmmmph!  Mmmmm!  Guh…mmmmmpph!”

Janet made a series of choking, moaning noises as Samantha roughly face fucked her, her erection throbbing as she looked down into her friend’s blue eyes, squinting and watering, mascara leaking out of the corners in dark streaks.

“You’re mine, right, slut?” Samantha spat through clenched teeth, rolling her hips, fucking Janet’s face hard.  "All of your tight little fuckholes are mine to do what I want with right?

“Didn’t you say that?”

Janet only responded with a muffled gagging sound, but then made her meaning clear by reaching between Samantha’s legs and sticking two fingers up her sopping snatch.

“Ooh fuck!”  Samantha squealed, her shaft immediately going painfully rock hard.  The sensation of getting fingered while having her cock deepthroated was utter mind-blowing ecstasy.

She wasn’t even thrusting in and out of Janet’s mouth any longer -- she just stayed buried up to the hilt, her hips twitching, humping Janet’s face, writhing around as her friend’s fingers plunged in and out of her cunt.

“Unnnnnh, uhhhhhhh, unnnhhhhh…”

The pressure was building, a second climax approaching, and Samantha couldn’t tell whether the pleasure from her cock or her pussy was greater, knowing only that when she did explode, it would be the greatest orgasm of her life.

Samantha felt her vulva starting to spasm and pulse, her erection growing rigid and blazing hot, the semen welling up, getting ready to jet out, and she held it back as long as possible, maximizing the build up, before she couldn’t do a moment longer, and then she let go --

“Hahhhhhhh--!”

Just as she tried to release, Janet suddenly jerked back, pulling the length of her massive tool out, long strands of drool trailing from her gasping mouth; at the same time, she grabbed Samantha’s cock, squeezing it hard, crushing it, holding her back.

“Ahhhh!  Ahhhhh!  Ahhhhhh!”  Samantha cried out, in surprised, agonized shock, needing to cum more badly than she had ever needed to do anything in her life, and all the while Janet’s other hand was still between her legs plunging, in and out, her thumb grinding at the base of her cock.

It couldn’t have been more than two or three seconds, but it felt like an eternity of sheer, tortuous bliss.  And then just as abruptly, Janet relaxed her grip, changing it to instead stroke her, fast and hard.

“AWWWWW SHITTTTTTT--!”

The semen came erupting out, splashing all over Janet’s face, darkening the thin fabric cloth covering her tits, and it seemed like it would never end, wave after wave of seed ejecting in huge, thick globs, Janet’s hand unceasingly jerking her off, pumping it out, her fingers still working in and out of Samantha’s squirting pussy.

“OHHHHHHH..!  OHHHHHHHHHH!  OHHHHHHHHHHHHH…”

Samantha let out deep, loud guttural groans as she came and came, clutching her tits, pulling her own hair, her hips jerking around erratically.

“Ohhhhh….  Ohhhhhhh..!”

She whimpered as the last involuntary spurts dribbled out weakly, and then slowly sank down to her knees.

“Fuck…”

Janet stood above her, looking down, never looking more beautiful -- a jizz-spattered, dark haired goddess.  But then she too came down to her knees, and then down on all fours.  She leaned forward and took Samantha’s twitching, drooling erection back into mouth, sucking hard.

“Uhhhnnnh..!  Stop, Janet,” Samantha whimpered, even as she doubled over, clutching her best friend’s head, hips thrusting weakly, compulsively fucking her mouth again.

Janet reached up, pressing against Samantha’s shoulders, until she was down on her back.  She gave Samantha’s member one last, lingering suck, her tongue tantalizingly lapping the length of it, before she crawled forward, ending up leaned over, astraddle, their faces inches apart.

Janet’s eyes shone brightly, her full lips parted slightly, panting, as the cum dripped down her disheveled face.

“Will you nut in my pussy now?”  she whispered.  “Please..?”

Samantha lifted her head, their lips meeting, her tongue sliding in, and Janet let out a muffled moan as she entered her.

***

“I’m sorry,” Janet said a long time later.  Tears shimmered in her eyes.  “I’m so sorry.   I’m…  I’m a bad person...”

They had done it again, mated over and over again, until Samantha’s male anatomy had vanished, the drug’s effects overtaken for the moment by sated exhaustion.  Now they were showered and clothed, just two girls again, roommates and best friends, lying on that L-shaped couch, head to head, as they had so many countless times before.

“Shhhh,” Samantha comforted.  “No, you’re not.  No, you’re not…”

She leaned up on an elbow and  reached out to wipe the tears away, before leaning in for a small, sweet kiss.

“I know you.  You’re my best friend in the whole world.

“I know who you are.  I know what’s in your heart.

”You are not a bad person.”

Janet gave a small, crooked smile, before she sighed a little shakily.  “But I really messed up your life, didn’t I?”

Samantha considered that for a moment before replying.

“Life’s messy, sometimes.  I think we both know that…”

There was a small pause before they both burst out laughing together.  But Janet was still worried.  “What about Michael?” she asked, after the laughter subsided.

Samantha turned away at that, laying on her back, gazing at the ceiling, quietly reflecting over all the events of these past months.

“I guess I should be glad we never moved in together…  I hardly have any stuff over there.”

She held her left hand up, looking thoughtfully at the small, sparkly diamond ring on her finger.  After a while, she let out an exhale, took the ring off and set it on the side table beside the couch.

“It’s over.”

“You don’t think if you just talk to him, explain what happened--”

“It’s not just how he feels, Janet.  It’s over for me, too.”

“It is..?”

“Yes.  And I knew it already, before everything that happened today.”

“You did?”

Samantha rolled to her side again to face her best friend, their blue eyes meeting.

“It was over the moment you told me you loved me.”

Janet was silent, biting her lip slightly, before she finally nodded.

“And…  what about us..?”

Samantha could see Janet was so afraid of the answer that she was literally holding her breath.  But she didn’t leave her hanging for long.

“Love is love, Janet,” Samantha responded tenderly.

“Love is love.”

As if on cue, they both leaned in at the same time and kissed again.

***

Epilogue.

One year later.

Janet watched the crib silently from the doorway as the baby inside cooed softly, watching the small pastel stuffed animals bob their happy circuit around on their strings as the mobile turned, and soft, gentle music tinkled, at a gradually slowing rate as the it wound down.

A pair of arms encircled Janet’s waist, and she looked over her shoulder to press her warm, full lips against Samantha’s briefly before turning back.  They looked on together wordlessly, in comfortable, intimate silence, until the soft cooing trailed off.  Shortly thereafter, loud, indelicate snores began to emanate from the crib, and they carefully shut the door to Samantha’s old bedroom and tiptoed away.

In their bedroom they shared another kiss, this one longer, and then another, falling backwards together embraced, in a tangle of limbs.  Janet was starting to get excited, eagerly running her hands all over her best friend and lover’s tight, supple body, when Samantha broke away unexpectedly, both of them breathing hard.

“Wait, wait…”

“What?  What is it, Sam?”

Samantha opened her mouth and then looked away again, suddenly bashful.

“What is it?” Janet asked, bemused.  “After everything we’ve been through, what in the world could you possibly be nervous about saying to me?”

Samantha didn’t answer, instead going to the nightstand and pulling a small box out of the drawer.  She held Janet’s hand, turning her palm up and placing the box in it.

“I…”  Samantha hesitated again, and then finally came out with it.

“I want to have a baby.”

Janet’s eyebrows raised inquisitively.  “Uh… hello?  We already have a baby.”  She jerked her thumb over at the next room.

“No,” Samantha answered.  “You had a baby.

“Now I want to have a baby.”

She lifted the lid and Janet looked down to see the box’s contents: a small blister pack of light blue and pink pills.

Samantha wasn’t sure how she was going to react... but Janet only gave her one of her cute, crooked smiles, and with a gleam of excitement in her blue eyes, she leaned over and gave Samantha a long, passionate kiss.

-end