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Archive-name: First/donnai.txt

Archive-author: Bob Dea

Archive-title: My First Time

    It was a long time ago... almost twenty-five years, but I

remember it like it was yesterday.  My brothers had swimming

lessons and my Mother had taken them to the YMCA for the afternoon. 

I was 15 and on my own pretty much, left at home to do the yard

work because I had chosen to sleep in that morning instead of

getting up to do the mowing so's I could go swimming.

    That was fine with me because I was at the point in my

adolescence that the mere sight of a nubile young thing in a bikini

was enough to give me a raging hard-on... which was pretty

embarrassing at times.  So my Mom took the kids to the pool for the

afternoon  and I stayed home to cut the grass and so on.  My Dad

was a school teacher and had to work other jobs, so was out paining

a house or something until dark, which in Indiana was about 9:00


    I started on the lawn about 1:00 in the afternoon, and it was

a hot(!) July day.  I was mowing with my shirt off to try to deepen

my tan, and the sweat was rolling off me in sheets.  Grass

clippings from the power mower were flying in the wind as I zipped

along the browning summer grass, and sticking to my sweaty body. 

I had just finished mowing a row and was turning around to start

another when I was startled to see someone had come up behind me.

    It was Donna, the wife of a teacher friend of my Dad's. 

Actually, Donna was a teacher too, but my Dad was acquainted with

her husband more than she.  She was carrying a big chilled

watermelon, which was also dripping with sweat from the humidity

in the air touching its cold surface.  The water clinging to the

huge melon was soaking her light cotton blouse, which made it cling

to her thin body.

    Donna was clutching the melon to her breast, and it was

obviously too much for her to carry.  I turned off the mower and

lifted the melon from her arms saying, "Hi, Donna.  Let me get


    She looked at me kinda funny, as I was standing there with

cutoff Levi's , no shirt and tenny's.

    "Thanks, Bobby," she said.  "You've really grown up over the

past few months."

    I looked at her and she looked at me for the longest time in

the front yard, both of us grinning stupidly.

    Now don't get me wrong.  Donna was not a pretty woman.  At

about 5'11" she was taller than me by about an inch, but I

outweighed her by a good 30 - 40 pounds.  She was scrawny, kinda

like Olive Oyl in the Popeye cartoons, with tiny breasts.

    Her wet blouse clung to her chest, and her bra was quite

visible underneath.  It looked like two white lace tiny icecream

cones stuck to her chest.  There was absolutely no cleavage between

the pointed humps.   Toothpick legs stuck out from the bottoms of

her knee length bermuda shorts, and she was wearing sandals, with

her toenails painted bright red.

    The face I was gazing at was bony, with a prominent nose upon

which was perched "coke bottle" glasses.  She was without makeup,

other than bright red lipstick the same color as her nail polish. 

It was thickly applied and there was a red smear across crooked,

although brightly white, teeth.  Her dark hair was cut in a

pageboy, and was stringy.  Definitely not attractive... but a

really nice lady.

    She smiled again.  "I thought you guys would like a cold

melon," she said.  "My dad picked several last night and brought

them up in the cooler this morning.  Why don't you take this inside

for me so you mother can put it in the refrigerator?  You look like

you could use a break anyway."  She looked at my sweaty body some

more and grinned again.

    I stuttered a little.  "Donna, my Mom took the kids to the "Y"

and won't be home for a couple of hours."

    "That's OK," she said.  "Let's take in inside and I'll help

you make room in the icebox for it."  

    She walked past me closely and brushed one pointy breast

against my arm.  It was hard as a rock.

    Not knowing what to say or do, I followed her into the house.

    She held the door for me to bring the melon in, allowing me

just enough room to get it, again my arm brushed against her

pointed breasts.  I heard her gasp a little as my muscular arm

grazed her.

    Once inside the cool house, I placed the melon on the kitchen

counter, and washed my hands off in the sink.  I grabbed a towel

and turned around to dry my hands.  She was looking at me real

funny, and I was getting uncomfortable.

    I walked to the refrigerator and opened the door.  It was

packed full, and there was no way the melon was going to fit.  I

bent over to see if there may be room at the back of the shelves,

and she walked up behind me and bent over the top of me to look

into the machine.  Her hard breasts poked into my back noticeably. 

I noticed the heavy smell of my perspiration as the cooling sweat

dried on my body.  I though I smelled awful, but apparently she


    "You smell great, Bobby," she said breathlessly, and now

ground her breasts noticeably into my back.

    I stood up abruptly and turned around, shocked.

    She reached down and rubbed my crotch wantonly, as I stared

at her homely face.

    "Let's see how much you HAVE grown," she said, smiling


    I couldn't help but notice the red smear on her teeth from the


    But you know, in spite of her unattractive features, I was

getting aroused!  My cock was filling with blood at an embarrassing

rate, inching upward toward my navel.  She had me and she knew it. 

A look of sheer ecstacy came across her face as my dick grew under

her manipulations.

    She reached up with the other hand and took off her glasses,

laying them on the top of the refrigerator, and bent down slightly

to kiss me.  Her mouth opened immediately and her tongue attacked

my closed lips, trying to pry their way into my mouth.  I opened

my mouth to accept her probing, and tasted her sweetness as our

tongues clashed.  She was immediately breathing deeply in huge

gasps, and her hand went wild at my crotch.

    My cutoffs were riding low on my hips, and as my cock filled,

the head crept up and peeked out over the waistband of my shorts,

its single eye already weeping a tiny drop.  I pushed her away from


    "Donna," I gasped, "I can't... I don't... I mean... "   I was

really confused.  Donna was an "older woman" at 30-ish, and I was

a virgin, being barely beyond the first kiss.  And she was horny

as hell.  "What about Steve," I asked?  "He's my Dad's friend."

    Donna looked at me with watery blue eyes.  "Steve doesn't

care,"  she said softly.  "Some day I'll explain why."

    She had settled down some, although was still breathing

heavily.  My young cock had not softened at all, and was still

peeping from the top of my shorts.  Donna looked down at the thing

and smiled widely.  

    "I'm hungry," she exclaimed and immediately dropped to her

knees.  She unbuttoned and unzipped the shorts and pulled them to

my ankles.  Looking up at me with pride, she opened her wide mouth

and enveloped my cock, her sharp teeth scraping it slightly as she

took most of it into her mouth.  Her head moved in and out as she

sucked and licked the thing, but her eyes never left my face.  A

couple of strokes and I was breathing heavily.

    I was amazed at the feelings I had.  Her mouth felt wonderful! 

Hot and wet, the tongue swirling around the head of my cock, she

was making my toes curl up inside my sneakers until my feet started

to cramp.  I had, of course, never had oral (or any) sex before,

although most of my friends had said they had.  Blow jobs were the

frequent object of discussion in the locker room.  From the

manipulations her mouth was making, I doubt now that any of my

friends had ever really had a blow job, or if they had, the giver

was not as experienced, or as enthusiastic, as Donna.

    I felt an uncontrollable urge coming, and I didn't want it to

end.  "Donna," I exclaimed!  "I'm going to cum!"  I wanted to cum,

but didn't want her to stop!  My hand were at the sides of her

head, fingers trapped in her stringy hair.

    She wrapped her long fingers around the bottom of my stalk and

squeezed tightly, cutting off circulation, and sucked and licked

even harder; her head pistoning in and out at a furious rate.  I

felt the fireworks of my first orgasm from oral sex within

seconds... but did not ejaculate!  Her tight fingers had prevented

the semen from leaving the body!  She kept sucking and I had

another orgasm almost immediately, her fingers continuing her

strangling grip on my cock.

    I pushed her head away after the second orgasm, my cock swayed

to and fro like a wet pendulum as it slipped from her mouth. It was

almost purple from her tight grip, and swelled to proportions I had

never experienced before.  There were streaks of her bright red

lipstick on it.  She let go of it and it slapped wildly against my


    Donna looked troubled.  "What's wrong Bobby?  Didn't you like


    "Donna," I answered,  "I loved it!  It felt wonderful!  I've

never felt like that before!  But I've never been, you know, inside

a woman before."  I looked sheepish, I guess.

    "You mean you're a virgin," she asked incredulously?  "A good

looking guy like you?!"

    This was in about 1965, so the sex revolution had not yet

gotten into full swing, but promiscuity abounded.

    I didn't answer, but blushed fiercely.  I could feel my face

get really hot.  But my dick stayed hard!

    Donna stood up abruptly.  "We'll fix that," she exclaimed!

    She unbuttoned the top button of her blouse, then asked me to

help her with the rest.  As my trembling fingers fumbled with the

stubborn buttons, she reached down and pulled down her bermudas,

stepping out of them and kicking them across the kitchen.  Next she

pulled down her cotton briefs (definitely unsexy) and did the same

with them.  I was still fumbling with her button, so she started

at the bottom and unbuttoned the rest while I was still messing

with the second.

    Donna took off the blouse and unfastened her bra, while I

hastily kicked my shorts away.

    I looked at her.  Absolutely no tits!  Her breasts were almost

nonexistent, barely rising from the chest.  But what nipples!  They

were a dark reddish brown, the aureoles protruding like half a golf

ball from the slight mounds of her breasts, with the rest of the

nipple projecting like the end of my index finger, stiffened with

lust.  The most amazing thing though, was her pubic hair.  It was

a great brown mass, covering the lower tummy from navel to her

mound, widely spreading to the tops of her legs.  There was no way

she could wear a bikini with that bush!  It glistened with sweat.

    Donna reached up with both hands and pinched her own nipples,

her hips gyrating to an unheard beat.  She rubbed her tits and

stepped into me, her hairy tummy grinding against my hard cock.

Then, she took my left hand and placed it between her legs, showing

me with her fingers where to place mine against her clitoris.  She

was soaking wet!

    I reached around with my right arm to pull her nearer and my

hand found a mass of hair at the small of her back!  I slid my hand

lower, and found the hair weaving its way between her buttocks

towards her asshole.  My fingers followed the path and grabbed her

left buttock, squeezing it gently, my middle finger probing

slightly at her anus.

    She gasped, and her eyes widened.  Donna pinched her nipple

harder and rode my hand as it stroked her clit, becoming slick with

the juices flowing from her crotch.  She smiled lustfully and her

wide tongue flicked out to lick her lower lip, then the upper lip

in a lazy circle.  

    My poor cock was started to get chafed from grinding against

her bony, hairy tummy.

    "Please Donna," I asked... no, begged!  "Can I put it in?  I

need to put it in!"

    "I thought you'd never ask," she smiled slyly.  She took

several steps to the side, dragging my with her, and lay down on

the carpet in the adjacent dining room, pulling my down atop of her

gaunt body.  I tried to stick it in her clumsily, but rammed it

into her bony pelvis.  She quickly grabbed the stalk and gently

guided it into her waiting pussy.

    It was hot and wet, and I slid in to her depths immediately. 

We gasped in pleasure in unison; a duet of passion.  I started

thrusting excitedly, but she grabbed my hips and slowed me down.

    "Let's make it last," she said in a sultry voice.

    I obeyed, and made my thrusts slow and gentle, concentrating

on the feelings I was getting as my hard rod slipped deeper into

her channel, until it knocked against the cervix; pulling back out

until just the head was inside her steamy tunnel; thrusting again

to the hilt.

    Her pussy was amazing!  Even now after all those years, I have

felt few like it.  She had astonishing muscle control.  It felt

like a small hand was inside her cunt, grabbing and milking my cock

with every thrust.  Slimy hot fingers pulsed against my dick as it

worked its way in and then grabbed it and scraped the juices off

as I pulled it back out, creating almost as much suction as her

talented mouth had.  I was getting lose to cumming again after a

few strokes, and I told her so.

    "Don't worry," she assured me.  "I am too!"  Donna began

lifting her hips higher off the floor undulating wildly into me

with each inward thrust.  Our lunges became wilder and I could hear

the slurping sound of her juices as I pounded my cock as deep and

hard into her waiting pussy as I could, my balls slapping her tiny

butt savagely with each thrust.

    I kissed her deeply, our tongues battling for control of our

mouths, as we oscillated back and forth, my tongue in her mouth,

then hers in mine.  Sweat poured from my body.

    And then I came as the pressures from our hot sex became too

much for my inexperience to handle.  I stabbed my cock into her as

far  as I could, and stopped thrusting in a vain attempt to hold

off my orgasm, but couldn't.  I could feel the hot liquid as it

came racing through my dick and angrily spurted into her.  Wave

after wave of semen jetted into her until I shuddered with orgasm

and fatigue.  Donna continued to grind her pelvis into me and her

face and chest turned beet red.

    "I'm coming too, Bobby," she whispered between gasps for air.

Donna quivered as her orgasm hit full force, her back arching

loftily off the soft carpet.  

    Then the damnedest thing happened.  Her pussy clamped down on

my cock and held it in there!  I couldn't have pulled it out if I

had tried, not that I wanted to.  I didn't mind, because at that

moment I wanted to stay in those blazing depths for ever!  But her

pussy had the same effect as her hand had earlier.  It pinched off

the artery that supplied blood to my engorged cock and wouldn't let

the thing get soft!  I rolled to the side and we rested side-by-

side on the carpet, with me still very deep inside her.  I could

feel the pulsing fingers of her pussy start to knead it again,


    After several minutes of kissing and fondling, she rolled me

over on my back and sat atop of me, never once letting go of my

hard cock.  Our juices dripped down onto my sparse pubic patch,

puddling under her.  She bent over and offered one of her marvelous

nipples to my mouth.  I eagerly grabbed it with my lips, and rolled

it around, licking its stiffness with my tongue.  It was long and


    Donna moved around a bit and got her knees under her, and

started to move deliciously on my cock. 

    "Don't be afraid, Bobby," she said.  "Bite my nipple."

    I complied and chewed gently on her rubbery fingerlike

projection.  She moaned with pleasure.  I looked up and saw that

she was drooling, long strings of spittle hanging from the middle

of her lower lip.  Her eyes were closed as she concentrated on

riding my stalk.  Her right hand was at her groin, and she was

fingering herself, rubbing her clitoris as she rode my hard saber,

lost in a sea of concentrated passion.  I left the nipple to

momentarily pull her lips to mine and suck the spittle from her

lips and mouth, then went to her other breast, to give that nipple

the same consideration as the other.

    This is getting rather long, but I guess you get the picture. 

We made love for almost three hours that afternoon, in various

positions.  She was incredibly passionate.   Before we knew it, it

was time for the guys to come home from their swimming lessons. 

So we quit and got dressed.  Donna stayed inside to straighten up

the kitchen and put the warming melon in the refrigerator, and I

went outside to finish the lawn.

    I had barely gotten finished with it when Mom got home with

my brothers.  She asked what had taken so long, and then noticed

Donna's VW parked in front.

    "Oh," she asked?  "Have you been entertaining Donna?"

    I just smiled and rolled my eyes, like it was another chore

I had to do.



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