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Carrying On

Donna became a regular visitor that summer. Her husband, Steve, was teaching summer school, and gone all day, and Donna was lonely. In addition, she talked to my Mom, and hired me to do yard work at their house. I was not yet driving, so my mother would drop me off at Donna and Steve’s house on the way to swimming lessons, and Donna would bring me home afterward.

Between the visits to our house while the rest of the family was gone, and the visits to her house to do “lawn work”, we had ample opportunity for sex. And it was wild! Donna was imaginative and almost insatiable. It was a good thing that I was young and full of stamina, otherwise I couldn’t have handled it. She was also blessed with a pussy that generated huge amounts of juices, so there was never a problem with lubrication… otherwise my dick would have had callouses all over it.

I couldn’t get over her huge hairy bush, which covered most of her tummy below the navel, and stretched between her legs, up the crack of her ass into a relatively large triangle at the small of her back. The effect was astonishing every time she took off her clothes. I couldn’t stop staring at it. Once I asked her why she didn’t shave it. She told me she was so thin that she wasn’t attractive in a bikini, and decided it wasn’t worth the trouble. One could see a definite line at the top of each leg where she shaved the fleecy stuff at the line of her briefs. She asked me if I found it unattractive, and I honestly told her I didn’t… just unusual.

One afternoon, I was dropped off to do the “yard work” and I excitedly rang the door bell. I had become as horny as Donna over the few weeks after she introduced me to sex, and I looked forward to our sessions with great enthusiasm. I had dreams about our fucking sessions at night, and often woke up with mu shorts stuck to my body with dried semen. Donna was a patient teacher, and gave me great insight into the needs of a woman that I have never forgotten.

Anyway, that particular afternoon, I rang the doorbell in excited anticipation of another frenzied afternoon of sex. As I waited for Donna to answer the door,I turned around slowly and gazed around the neighborhood. It was a typical 1960′s suburban housing addition in the midwest, with a bunch of crackerbox size brick and frame houses widely spaced on half-acre lots in a quiet cul-de-sac. There was no sound other than the buzzing of insect life. Donna and Steve lived in the boonies.

I noticed a strange car parked in front of the house that I had not seen before, a little brown Corvair. ‘Oh, shit,’ I remember thinking to myself, ‘I hope she doesn’t have company!’

Donna answered the door. Her homely face broke into a crooked smile and she greeted me with a kiss. I tried to look into the house behind her, but it was too dark for me to make out anything. She was wearing cutoffs this time, instead of her usual knee length bermudas, so short that you could almost see her fleecy bush above the pencil-like legs. She also had on a tank top, with no bra as I could see her dark, rubbery nipples poking out prominently through the thin cotton. She invited me inside.

I was disappointed to see she did have a guest! Sitting on the couch in the living room was another woman. What a sinking feeling. I had really looked forward to this afternoon!

She rose from the couch as I entered the room. She was short, on the heavy side with massive breasts and hips and a thinnish waist. Her figure was an exaggerated hour glass, to say the least. She had a pleasant face, with a wide, friendly smile. She was also dressed in cutoff jeans, with a tank top. In contrast to Donna, her tanktop barely concealed her huge breasts which jutted out from her chest like a couple of huge balloons.

“Bobby, this is Donna,” Donna said with a smile and a giggle. “Donna teaches with me, and we’ve become very good friends. Can you imagine two girls named Donna being so different?” They both twittered at that.

They WERE different. The new Donna’s blonde hair was long and wrapped in a bun atop her head. She couldn’t have been much taller than five feet. And those tits…

“Hi, Bobby,” she said and walked toward me from where she had been standing by the couch. She stretched out her hand to shake mine. “Donna has told me a lot about you! I want to fuck your socks off,” she exclaimed, the smile never leaving her face.

I reached out and took her hand, which was warm and dry. I was so shocked by this that I didn’t know what to say! I just stood there shaking her hand and smiling like an idiot.

She dropped my hand and reached around me with both arms to give me a big hug. The top of her head was well below my chin and I could smell the clean scent of her hair. Her enormous breasts squashed against my stomach as she hugged me tight.

“Well, Bobby,” my Donna said. “Looks like you’re going to be busy today, because I’m going to fuck your socks off too. That’s why we worked all morning to get the yard work done… so you’d have the time, and ENERGY, to service us both.”

I hadn’t even noticed that the yard work was done!

“C’mon into the bedroom,” she told us. And off we went, hand in hand.

Donna and Steve’s bedroom was a huge one for the times. King-sized beds were just becoming popular, and bedrooms were starting to be designed to accommodate those immense entertainment centers. The bed was centered on the west wall, immediately opposite the door, with a small window, the only window in the room, above the headboard. Book shelves lined the wall on the south, floor to ceiling. The shelves were filled to overflowing with all sorts of tomes, from the classics, to science fiction, to erotica. On the north wall was a triple dresser. The bed was rumpled and unmade, with flowered sheets.

We walked into the room and immediately took off our clothes. The new Donna and I walked to the bed as tall Donna closed the door behind us. I was already getting an erection in anticipation of the afternoon ahead of me, and my cock was jutting out some, as the blood rushing to it stiffened and lengthened it. It swayed back and forth as I stepped, and the blonde reached over and grabbed hold of it as we walked.

“Oooh, you’re pretty big,” she stated. That kinda startled me, because the other Donna, my Donna, had never said anything about my size, and I had not yet been with another woman. I was pleased, but had not ever thought about it.

“Thanks… I guess,” I answered. “Do you really think so?”

“Yes,” she stated with enthusiasm! “Much bigger than my husband! And you’re not even really hard yet! Donna was right! This is going to be a wonderful afternoon!”

We climbed on the bed, she never relinquishing her hold on my quickly stiffening cock. She started to stroke it gently as I lay down on my back, she to my side. I looked toward the door and got another shock. Donna and Steve had done some decorating since my last visit. The whole east wall, including the door, was covered in mirror! The whole room was reflected in the east wall. I could see the bed, the books, Donna stroking my cock and the other Donna’s hairy ass as she walked smilingly toward the bed after laying her glasses on the dresser.

“Do you like it,” she asked? I nodded numbly and Donna giggled as she watched herself stroking my cock in the mirrored wall.

Donna joined us on the bed, on her hands and knees, ass facing the mirrors, and immediately put her mouth over my cock, sucking and swirling her tongue around the head of it as her friend caressed it lovingly. One hand she placed on my thigh to steady her self while the other went directly to her hot pussy. I looked in the mirror and saw her hand snake between her legs. Her index and ring fingers spread the lips of her labia while the middle finger found the spot she had bee searching for… her clit. She was already mushy wet, and her stroking finger made a squishy sound as she masturbated herself. What a show!

The blonde Donna also watched her for a minute, but then turned her attentions to me with a smile. Lifting one breast in the cup of her hand, she licked her own nipple (something my Donna could never hope to do!) and then offered it to me. I leaned toward her slightly and took the nipple into my mouth, licking it and nipping it slightly with my teeth as Donna had taught me to do.

She sighed with pleasure, but instructed me further. “That’s good Bobby, but I like it to be sucked — HARD,” she told me.

I complied and was greeted with a gush of warm liquid! She was lactating! I could feel her quiver as the tepid liquid passed from her sensitive nipple into my waiting mouth. It was sweet tasting beyond my experience, and I cannot today explain the taste, other than it was wonderful, and sexy, at the same time. She moaned with pleasure as her body rocked in large shudders.

“Oh, Bobby, You’ll never know how GOOD that feels,” she murmured as I continued to suck at her glorious nipple. She had stopped stroking my cock as Donna enveloped the whole thing in her talented mouth, wrapping her fingers around the base of it and squeezing it as she liked to do, to hold my ejaculate in.

The blonde watched her for a minute and then asked, “How can you get that whole thing in your mouth, Donna? I have trouble with Jim’s, and he is on half the size of Bobby’s!”

Donna stopped her ministrations and turned to her friend. “It’s all in the throat,” she said. “You have to open your throat wide to let it in. That way you won’t gag,” she explained matter-of-factly, as if teaching math or something else to one of her students. “You try it.”

The blonde pulled her nipple abruptly from my sucking mouth, spraying milk over my chin and replaced Donna at the top of my wet stalk. She tried, bless her, but she couldn’t get more than half of my hard cock into her mouth without gagging. Some have it, some don’t! After a few tries, she reluctantly gave up and gave my throbbing member back to her friend, saying, “I’ll practice later,” with a rueful smile. Donna went back to work immediately, licking and sucking the whole thing with ease. “Have you ever eaten pussy, Bobby,” the blonde asked me?

When I nodded the negative, she said, “Watch while I show you how.”

She got on her hands and knees behind Donna, her breast swinging pendulously beneath her, and positioned Donna with her hands so That I could see them both in the mirrored wall. She had trouble aligning them both so that could see, while Donna could still suck my cock, so she quickly go up and opened the door about three inches, placing that mirror at and angle that was perfect for her purposes. She bounced (literally) back to the bed and resumed her position on hands and knees directly behind Donna.

With one check to make sure I could see exactly what she was doing, she nodded with a satisfied expression on her face… and pushed her head into Donna’s waiting, magnificently wet, hairy pussy. Donna pulled her hand away from her clit and wrapped the wet fingers around my cock to better steady herself, squeezing it ever tighter as her head bobbed up and down over my crotch.

The blonde’s tongue was amazingly long, it reached a good three inches from her pink lips to the raging wet clitoris that Donna had been masturbating for the last several minutes. No wonder she couldn’t swallow a cock, she had so much tongue that she couldn’t possibly fit anything else into that pretty mouth! It snaked out like it had a mind of its own and ministered lovingly at the knobby red organ, flicking it lightly, then lapping, then the lips closing on it and sucking it… just like I had been doing to Donna’s nipples in our many previous sessions. I could do THAT!

Donna’s resulting moans around my cock were enough to set me off and my butt clinched tightly as I arched my back off the flowered sheets trying vainly to ram my dick farther down her throat. I grabbed the sheets with both hands as I achieved orgasm… but Donna’s magic fingers did the trick again, as she squeezed tighter and would not allow any semen to escape my pounding organ. Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through my body as she continued to lick and suck at my cock. The muscles cramped in my groin as my prostate tried pointlessly to pump my cum through my shaft, which was as effectively blocked off as if she had put a tourniquet around it, but the pain only heightened my pleasure.

Finally, I lay back exhausted, as Donna released her oral grip on my cock and concentrated on the talented tongue at her pussy. She turned her head from my crotch to watch her friend in the mirror. Her fingers continued to squeeze my dick mercilessly until it finally ceased pulsating, but continued to stay erect. We both watched the blonde’s astonishing tongue at it slurped at the liquids generated by Donna’s hot box.

The blonde stopped what she was doing and crawled over to me. She reached down and kissed me passionately. Her mouth tasted sweetly of Donna’s juicy cum and carried the musky scent of her. Her long probed my mouth deeply, licking the sensitive roof of my mouth, making my squirm with pleasure. We groaned in unison as our mouths clashed, out teeth grinding together in our passion.

She abruptly broke the kiss and got to her knees, squatting over my face.

“Let’s see how quickly you learn,” she said. “Donna says you are a natural.”

She lowered herself down to my waiting lips. I noticed then that she was not nearly as hairy as Donna, her pubic region no bigger than my fist, and a soft, fluffy blond. There was no hair at all next to her waiting pussy; the lips were bare and pink, glistening with a light coating of fluid. As she squatted, her legs parted naturally, and the center of her sex opened up to my waiting tongue, exposing a tiny pink clitoris.

I lapped at it hungrily, and then remembering what she had done with Donna, and what Donna liked me to do with her nipples, I settled in to a pattern of licking, flicking and sucking. I could feel her clitoris grow as blood rushed to it in response to my attack. She started wiggling above me as my tongue found its target. Her back arched and she started pulling at her own nipples, squeezing and milking the pendulous breasts, and watching herself in the mirror.

I felt Donna crawling around on the bed, and then the telltale heat as she lowered herself, grabbing my cock with one hand, guiding it into her waiting cunt, which was dripping cum onto my stomach. She slowly impaled herself on my staff until I felt the end of it touch her cervix. She sat there for a minute, relishing the feel of it in her, then slowly raised herself again, the muscles of her cunt grabbing my throbbing cock, holding it in a tight glove of passion as she started the ride toward orgasm.

If I turned my head slightly to the left, I could see between the blonde’s legs, and watch as my wet, slimy cock disappeared slowly into her hot pussy, only to emerge again within a few seconds with a new coating of love juice. I could hear both women moan with pleasure over the slurping sounds of my tongue and lips as they worked their magic on the blonde Donna’s hot box. I tilted my head back, and I could look out between the blonde’s heavy butt cheeks to the mirrored door; watched her as she groped and squeezed her enormous breasts, milking great drops out of the nipples to roll over her hands, onto my chest. My long nose brushed against her tight anus as I tilted my head and I could hear her gasp with surprise. She ground her pelvis hard against my face until my mouth was almost swallowed up by her pussy, my nose stuck in the crack of her ass. I thought I would suffocate!

I had to reach back with my hands, which had been on her thighs, to push on her weighty butt, forcing her away from my face so that I could breathe. She whined with dismay as my mouth left her clitoris and I gasped for breath! All this time, Donna kept riding my hard cock, moving faster and faster on it as she approached an orgasm.

Donna came within a few minutes, and she sat down hard on my rigid cock, driving it into her until I thought it would burst past her cervix into her waiting womb, and wriggled around on it grinding her clitoris into my pelvis. I could see her fabulous brown nipples, standing out straight from the slight mounds of her breasts, which were covered in a deep red rash of pleasure. She was gasping like a championship swimmer after an Olympic tryout, her lips stretched tightly across her crooked teeth, half smile, half grimace as she rubbed her wet crotch against mine.

The blonde Donna was delighted! “Oh, Donna,” she exclaimed! “You’re having an orgasm already??! Quick, let me have him before he gets soft! I am almost ready to cum too!”

Donna, my Donna, pulled herself from my unyielding pole, reluctantly it seemed, and lay down beside me, panting for breath, her head resting on my knee, her legs stretching toward the pillows behind my head. My dick smacked wetly against my hard stomach. She reached up with her long fingers and wrapped them again around the base of my stalk and pulled it smartly upright. It waved back and forth it beat with my racing pulse as the blonde moved from over my face to over my cock by scrambling forward on her knees.

As Donna held my cock vertical, the blonde lowered herself until the wet slit of her pussy was brushing the head of it, tickling it unforgivingly. She rocked backwards and forwards until she could feel it enter the right spot and then slammed down onto it, screaming as it tore into her.

“It’s HUGE,” she shouted to nobody in particular! “I’ve never felt anything so good! I wish Jim’s was this big.” (I’ve since found out, much to my own humility, that I’m somewhat larger that average, but NOT huge. Poor Jim must have been hung like an eight- year-old.)

The blonde Donna was tight! Much to my disappointment, though, she wasn’t nearly as accomplished lover as my Donna. While tight and wet and hot, she had little muscle control. But she WAS enthusiastic. She absolutely loved riding my stony- hard dick, and wriggled and bounced on it until my balls ached.

After a minute’s rest, Donna replaced her friend over my face, lowered her hairy, musky cunt to my waiting tongue, and I started eating her pussy like I had the blonde’s. I heard her tell me in no uncertain terms that I was doing it exactly right, which made me assault her clit with even more fervor.

I felt her fingers reach into her box and gather some of the liquid flowing from her drenched cunt onto her fingers. Then I heard a squeal of delight and peeked from between her legs to the blonde riding my cock. Since Donna was so much thinner than the blonde, I was able to maneuver my head a little better and get a better view of what was happening.

Donna had poked her cum slickened finger into the blonde’s anus! And the blonde obviously loved it, for she was rocking back and forth in a frenzy in time to my rising thrusts and Donna’s piercing finger! I turned slightly to look into the mirrors on the wall and saw her clutching her breasts feverishly, squeezing them to the point that they must have hurt her, her eyes closed tightly. A pink flush was starting to creep across her upper chest, right below the neck. The bun into which her long blonde hair had been fastened had come loose, and been replaced by a long pony tail cascading down her back. It bounced back and forth like the tail of a galloping mare as she met the attack at both her orifices with crazed relish.

Donna whimpered and ground her pussy into my face with renewed vigor, the hairy insides of her thighs feeling like sandpaper against my cheeks, as I had stopped licking her pussy to watch the sexy scene unfold in the mirrors. I renewed my efforts and she quieted down, lifting up again slightly and releasing my head from the grip of her thighs.

I could feel the pressure build in my cock, and knew that orgasm was impending. I could not last much longer, and hoped the blonde was near hers so that I wouldn’t disappoint her at this late stage of the game. I needn’t have worried!

Just as I was thinking about her, she yelled, “OH, GOD… I’M CUMMING AGAIN!!!”

Again?? I hadn’t realized she had already had an orgasm! I let myself go and rammed into her again and again, and could feel Donna’s finger rubbing against my cock through the thin membrane that separated the anus from her pussy. The blonde started flopping around so wildly that I had a hard time keeping my cock inside her, and I had to grab her hips forcefully. My fingers dug into her fleshy thighs unforgivingly as I demanded that she remain on my cock. I had to have been hurting her with my grip, but she seemed not to notice as I pounded into her sopping cunt.

I was startled to hear her scream loudly as her orgasm hit its peak. Donna had never screamed, but mostly whimpered quietly, yet forcefully, as she orgasmed. This was new to me, and excited me no end. I came myself almost immediately as she screamed, gushing huge amounts of my boyish, thin semen into her, adding to the liquid that was already drenching her cunt. We trembled in unison as wave after wave of pleasure racked our bodies.

I couldn’t continue to eat Donna’s pussy, I was so caught up in my orgasm, and she rolled off of me, wildly fingering herself, shoving two, then three fingers into her dripping box. The blonde lay back on top of me and my hands left her thighs to grab hold of her huge melons, pinching the nipples savagely in our passion.

Finally, exhausted, I rolled over to my side, taking the blonde with me still inside her tight, but drenched, pussy. Donna was still busy fingering herself. I looked into the mirror, and the blonde Donna was resting quietly, her eyes closed and a contented smile on her face.

I glanced at the clock on the dresser. Only 45 minutes had passed since I had rang the door bell! What an afternoon!!!

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