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Archive-name: 3plus/carryon.mff

Archive-author: Bob Dea

Archive-title: 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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