7 comments/ 193320 views/ 41 favorites Donna Carter By: chunkyd1 Donna Carter clutched the robe closed at her throat and walked around the corner of her house. She had heard something outside the window as she was dressing, and had snuck out of the bedroom. She peered into the bushes, and then said: "Come out of there right now, Danny!" Danny Peters emerged from the bushes, sheepish but with a large bulge in his pants that he attempted to conceal with his hands. Donna Carter stared at the young man, and shook her head. "Come on in Danny, we need to talk about this," Donna said. Danny was her son's best friend, eighteen years old and taller than Donna. She marched into the house confident that Danny was behind her and not even thinking that he was staring at her round, plump, smooth ass through the short thin robe. Her long smooth legs were displayed beneath the robe, and her blonde hair was piled in a haphazard bun. "OK, that's far enough young man," Donna said when they reached the laundry room. "What's the idea of lurking around outside my window?" she tried to glare at the young man, and realized he was staring at her chest. Her robe had slipped open just enough for him to see a glimpse of cleavage, her heavy coconut sized breasts straining against the flimsy bra she had put on that morning. She clutched her robe closed and stared hard at the Danny. He twisted and turned, and then seemed to come to some decision. He hopped up on the dryer, and before Donna knew what he was going to do he had peeled his shorts down, revealing a large, stiff cock. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Carter, but I was jacking off to you," he said, trying to make his voice as steady as possible. He expected her to slap him and run away at the sight of his cock - he knew he had a big one at ten inches, and it was rock hard after he had seen her in her underwear. It stuck up proudly from his sparse crotch hair, fat and wreathed in veins with a plum sized purple crown. He smiled into Donna Carter's dazed face; she reached out to steady herself and he automatically grabbed her hand and guided it to his fat cock. "See how hard it is, Mrs. Carter?" he said, holding her little hand against his rampant manhood. "Danny, my god, you can't spy on me like that!" Donna said, and tried to ignore the way the fat piece of meat felt in her hand. She tried feebly to tug her hand away from his stiff meat, but he held her wrist firmly. As though in a daze, she wrapped her fingers around the fat base. "I should call your mother," Donna said. She could not believe the size of this young mans cock - it was twice what her husband had, and much harder. "I couldn't help it, Mrs. Carter," Danny said. "You just looked so fucking sexy in your bra and panties. Here," he said, and then reached out and opened her robe; pushed it down her shoulders so that her breasts were concealed only by the small bra she was wearing. Donna shivered, and told herself to let go of the young mans cock, told herself to regain her control. Instead, she squeezed it harder and finally looked away from it. "Ohnnm, yeah, that feels fucking good, Mrs. Carter!" Danny gasped. "You don't mind if I feel your tits do you?" he said. "Danny, of course I do," she gasped, but did not try to stop him as he reached out and cupped her large, firm breasts in his hands. He lifted them slightly, then began squeezing them. Donna reached out with her other hand and put it on the washer beside the young man. She realized with shock that she was running her left hand now up and down the length of the eighteen year olds straining penis. She shifted slightly, and the robe fell a bit further down her arms as Danny grinned and began mauling her heaving breasts with more force. "Just jack me off while I feel your tits, and no one ever has to know!" Danny said. Donna shook her head. "No, Danny, that's wrong!" she protested, and then moaned loudly when he pulled her bra down, causing her big, firm tits to spill out of the sexy little garment. "Ohhhnnnn, noo, Danny, please, we can't do this!" Donna gasped and protested as he began once again playing with her now naked titties. He pinched and rolled her sand dollar sized nipples in his thumb and forefinger. Her hand was running steadily up and down his fat fucker now; Donna could not believe what was happening. She had brought the young man in here to chastise him, and now he was feeling her up while she gave him a hand job. He squeezed her soft, coconut sized breasts harder, bringing a soft moan ton the woman's pouting, full lips, and then twisted and pinched her stiff nipples; they poked from her heaving, sensitive globes like little fingers, and Danny grinned as he saw the woman's eyes roll into the back of her head, as he felt her small hand working harder at his stiff piece of meat. He was watching her mouth sag open as she tried to stop moaning, and had a sudden idea brought on by the sight of her luscious, full lips, shiny with pink lipstick. "Give it a kiss. Mrs. Carter," he suddenly said, and moved one hand from her breast upwards till he was grabbing a thick tangle of her hair. She shook her head and protested, and the young man pulled her head down until her moist, plump lips were rubbing against his purple cock knob. Donna did not know what to do. She never blew her husband, but the smell of the young man's young cock was invigorating, and his hand roughly squeezing her breast had her head whirling with lust. Against her better judgment she allowed her jaws to slip open slightly and gave the purple head a small lick. It was like an electric shock went through her, and she heard the young man's satisfied moan. "Yeah, do that again, Mrs. Carter!" Danny enthused. Donna once again licked the fat knob; the young man was pressing downward and humping upwards, and for some reason Donna found herself opening her mouth wider until Danny's fat cock knob slipped into the ring of her lips and past her even white teeth till it was pulsing on her tongue. Donna made a soft moaning noise, but could not stop the sick urge to start rubbing her tongue over the smooth cockhead. She felt him tugging on her hair, and allowed her head to slip down a bit more, till three inches of his cock was resting in her hot, wet mouth. "Suck on it, Mrs. Carter!" Danny exclaimed. He could not believe this was happening, but he was not about to let the older woman think about what she was doing. "Suck on it!" he said, and drew her head down a bit further, then let out a long sigh when he saw her cheeks collapse around his rampant manhood. Danny smiled gleefully and began moving Mrs. Carter's head up and down, fucking her slurping mouth on and off of his swelling dick. Donna had her eyes shut as the young man fucked her mouth - she could not believe how sexy it was to have the fat shaft trapped between her lips, pressing her tongue down, and then his cock was swelling and spitting seed into her mouth. She swallowed thoughtlessly as the young man bucked and shot his load of cum into his beautiful neighbors mouth. It was just all the better that the beautiful neighbor was also the mother of his best friend. Donna Carter Ch. 02 Donna's husband and son were out of town fishing the next day, and Donna called Danny over. She dressed very carefully in a button down dress that buttoned all the way to her throat and did very little to accentuate the thirty five year olds voluptuous body. Danny knocked on the door, and strode boldly to the couch. He sat down, and then without preamble peeled off his shirt and shorts. His monster cock was already half hard, and it twitched as Donna stared at the young man in shock. "Danny, what do you think you're doing?" she gasped, staring down at him as he sat on the couch. He grinned up at her cockily, and his penis straightened further. "It would be nice if I could get another blow job," he said, then reached up and pulled her to him. Donna walked forward on wooden legs. "Danny, I called you over here to tell you that nothing like that can ever happen again," Donna said as the young man led her till she was standing between his widespread legs. He smiled, and reached up and undid the top button on her dress. "Come on, Mrs. Carter, you know you enjoyed it. Don't you want to suck on my fat cock again?" Danny smiled, and smiled wider when she ignored him undoing another button. Donna felt her mind whirling; she had called the young man over here to take charge of this situation, and she was feeling like some schoolgirl. She shook her head, and sat down on the couch as Danny's agile fingers unfastened the third button, exposing the upper slopes of her cleavage. "Danny, we can't do anything like that!" she said, and tried to brush his hands away as he undid the fourth and then the fifth button, exposing the edge of her bra. "Kiss me and I'll go, then," Danny said suddenly, grabbing her wrist in his. It was obvious that it was not going to be as easy as it was yesterday, but he had her bra almost all the way exposed now, and he could tell she was shocked that he was so aggressive. Danny had realized something about Donna that her husband of fifteen years did not know. "Just one kiss," he said, leaning forward, at the same time drawing her resisting hand to his rampant hardon. His lips touched hers at the same time her soft palm came in contact with his rock hard shaft, and Donna moaned involuntarily, and then gasped when Danny's tongue slipped inside her mouth. One kiss can't hurt, she told herself, and allowed herself to relax as Danny's tongue probed deeper into her panting mouth. Without thinking she had wrapped her long fingers around the bulk of his cock. He backed off, then bent back down and kissed her again, their lips meeting. He tilted his head, and felt her hand start pumping his fat cock, felt her tongue pushing against his now. He pushed his tongue deeper, and then just flicked it, at the same time working another three buttons loose on the woman's dress. Donna was finally able to pull away: "Danny, please. We can't let this happen," she gasped, but his mouth just trailed down to her silky, slim throat. His hot breath and tongue sent shivers of preorgasmic lust racing through the older woman's lush body, and she suddenly realized that he had undone her dress almost all the way down to her belly button. She watched in a daze as the young man casually reached inside her dress and began mauling her large, heaving tit globes; a moment later and his quick fingers had found the small catch of the bra, releasing her big tits. They wobbled on her fine boned chest, almost perfectly round and with just a hint of sag to them. "Danny, please, Ohnnnnn, ughhhh, mnnnnn," Donna's lithe body pulsed as the young mans hot fingers closed around her sensitive flesh, and then he was bending down, sucking as much of her soft, shuddering titflesh into his mouth as he could. Donna cried out again as the young man sucked and bit at her right breast, and she worked her hand up and down Danny's fat cock as his mouth drove her crazy. She could not believe she was this turned on just from getting her breasts felt up. "Ohnnn, no, Danny, please don't make me suck your cock again," she gasped, and realized he was laying her down on the seat of the couch. She barely protested as he finished unbuttoning the dress so that it opened all the way. Her body was perfection, her breasts rising and falling slightly to the side, her belly with the gentle curve of woman hood and her hips sublime perfection. Her thighs were slim yet muscular, and in between her legs her shaved pussy lips were already pouting outward. "Could I touch your pussy, Mrs. Carter?" Danny asked. "No, that would be a mistake, Danny, no, please stop this before it's too late!" Donna gasped. She squirmed about on the couch, but Danny's hand went straight to the hot, steamy junction of her thighs. "Ohn, fuck, noooo, please, don't do this, Danny!" Donna cried out as the young mans hand rubbed against her pussy, causing the middle aged wife's body to twitch and shudder. She felt her clit being rolled beneath the young man's hand, and then let out another long moan as he pushed his long middle finger into her tight wet pussy. "Ohn, no, ohn, no, ohn no," Donna gasped and shuddered softly as Danny began slicing two fingers in and out of her juicy, tight cunt. Donna was not even making a token effort at trying to push him away now; in fact, she was squeezing her own breasts as the young man played with her pussy, and she realized with shame that her hips were rolling up against his hand as he finger fucked her and rubbed her clitoris. Donna moaned loudly as the most powerful orgasm of her life struck her, leaving her twitching and gasping for breath as the waves resided. She blinked, and realized that Danny had levered himself upwards, that her legs were over his shoulders and her pussy spread out for his straining meat. Even as she realized all this she felt his bulbous knob pushing into her mushy cunt and her body twitched again. She looked down her body, and saw his giant cock slowly bulling its way into her tight cunt. "Ohnnnn, Danny, you shouldn't do that!" she wailed helplessly, and then grunted as he pulled out and then fucked more of his fat shaft into her tight wet cunt. Donna was going out of her mind with pleasure - she had never felt so stretched as the young man worked his hips, gradually working his fat, long piece of meat into her twitching pussy. She was barely aware as she shuddered into another orgasm that finally Danny was all the way seated; when he began fucking her harder she screamed and bucked up against him, her body sweating and twitching as the young man pounded her. Danny grinned down at the gorgeous face of his neighbor, and laughed as he watched her firm, full breasts bouncing on her chest in time with his strong thrusts. He felt her body churning beneath his, twisting and bucking against him, and heard her gasping moans as she clenched and spasmed her way through another shuddering orgasm. Seeing her beautiful face twisted in lust, feeling the soft pillow of her breasts pressed against his chest, her nipples sharp points, feeling her silky, wet cunt clenching on his fat cock was to much for Danny; he roared, pulled out of the twitching woman and shot a stream of cum that left its mark across her face and neck - the next two hit squarely on her heaving, shiny titties. Donna Carter Ch. 03 Donna Carter had a hard time believing how she had acted when Danny had made his advances towards her. The fact that she had acted like a wanton slut made her shut her eyes; it also made her nipples stiff with desire. Three days after Danny fucked her on the couch she had computer problems, and called the company that did the on sight service. She had been drinking all morning, and had been trying on a sexy dress that she was planning on wearing for her husband. She had another drink, and tried on another dress; one that was scandalously short, ending just above her thigh high stockings and low cut enough in the front where the edge of her bra was clearly visible and her deep, pale cleavage was pushed up and out. There was a knock at the door, and Donna did not even think to put on a robe. She walked to the front door and blinked at the two black men standing there. "Umm, hi, guys, can I help you?" Donna asked. One was older, perhaps in his forty's with fierce brown eyes and a chiseled face. The other was much younger, in his early twenties perhaps, lighter of skin and with piercing blue eyes. "I'm Sam and this is Ed," the older one said. "We're here for the computer," he said, finally looking up from her cleavage. For a long moment Donna was frozen in time. He had been looking at her like her neighbor looked at her, and she realized with a shiver that the man's younger helper, Ed, was staring at her the same way - as though she were a piece of meat. "Umm, come on in guys, I think I'll go change into something more appropriate." "Oh, that dress is really great on you, you could leave it on," Sam said smoothly, reaching out and touching her bare arm lightly. He saw her blush and look away from him. "Well, thank you, Sam, that's more of a compliment than my husband has given me in a month." "Shit, you wear that stuff around me and I'll give you a lot more than compliments," Ed said, and then looked as though he could not believe he had said it. "I apologize, Mrs. Carter," Sam began, but Donna waved him off. "Don't worry about it guys, that was actually a pretty good compliment," she said, and tried not to slur. She missed the look they shot each other as she turned to lead them to her husband's office. She pointed to the hard drive, and then showed them where the note was her husband had left. "You guys want a beer?" Donna said. "Yeah, that would be great." Donna nodded, and went to the kitchen. She poured herself a martini first, and then grabbed two beers. Change your dress, something said to her. Those men aren't like your husband - they're like Danny. They will just take what they want, that little voice said, but Donna was to drunk to notice. She set the beers on the desk, and then went and sat down on the wide leather couch. A moment later Ed joined her, sitting right next to her. He sipped his beer, and looked at her out of his hard blue eyes. Donna met his gaze for a moment, and then looked away. She looked down, and looked at his crotch, and then almost gasped when she saw a large lump in the boy's crotch. "I've gotta go out to the truck for a moment," Sam said, taking something from out of the inside of the computer. Donna Carter tried to keep her hands from trembling as she sat the drink on the table, and as though by magic she found herself staring right at his crotch again. His cock had grown, and was now easily visible through the thin fabric of his trousers. "You wanna feel it?" the young man asked insolently. He reached out, grabbed her wrist, and then guided her small hand to his thick, muscular thigh. "Come on, Mrs. Carter, you know you want to feel it," he said softly, and dragged her hand another inch up his thigh. Donna shook her head, but her breath seemed to be frozen in her throat. She could feel herself blushing deeply, and finally choked out, "Ed, please, I'm nearly old enough to be your mother," she said. She blinked, and looked away from the boys cock. "It's your fault I'm this turned on," Ed said. "I mean, you're wearing that little dress, flaunting your body all over the place. If I was your boyfriend, I'd fuck the shit outta you with my big old cock - come on, just give it a quick feel, Sam don't have to know," Ed said, and pulled her hand up his thigh until her palm was resting on his fat rod. She heard Sam coming, and jerked her hand away from Ed's cock bulge. She could feel the fat rod all to clearly through the thin pants the boy had on. Sam sat down behind the other side of the desk on the floor, out of sight, and staring into her eyes, Ed reached out, grabbed her hand, and guided her sweating palm back to the huge, hard lump in his trousers. Donna pouted and twisted on the couch, but when the young man took his hand away hers stayed, pressing and rubbing the thick, hard tube of flesh through Ed's pants. She encircled the thing with her fingers, and tried to ignore it when his hand slipped up and began rubbing her proud, firm breasts through the thin dress. She finally came to her senses, snatched her hand away and lurched to her feet. She grabbed the half empty martini glass and fled upstairs to her bedroom. She sat down on the edge of the bed, trying to stop her hands from trembling and drinking the rest of her drink. She had just set it down on the small bedside table when she heard a sound, and looked up to see Sam standing in the doorway looking at her. "I just wanted to make sure you were OK," Sam said, stepping into the room. Donna smiled nervously, her hands crossed on her lap. Her breasts felt like they were going to come right out of the dress, and she could just barely see the edge of the dark line at the top of her stockings from the short skirt. "Umm, yeah, thank you for checking," Donna said softly. Sam sat down next to her on the bed, and Donna cut her eyes towards the door as Ed walked through it. "Ed said he touched you in what might have been an inappropriate way, Mrs. Carter, I just wanted to check that everything was OK." He laid one hand on the back of her shoulder and smiled down into her eyes as Ed walked a bit further into the room. "I really am sorry, Mrs. Carter," the younger man said, but he could not tear his eyes away from her exposed cleavage. He could actually see the edge of her little bra! Donna swallowed, and looked down in time to see Sam's big hand come to rest on her knee. It felt perfectly natural for him to do that. "That's OK, Ed, I mean, I am . . . umm, well, I can see how you might have gotten the wrong idea from this dress," Donna finished lamely, and glanced back at Sam. His big right hand was rubbing gently up and down her back, and he switched his gaze slowly from her legs upwards, past her taut tummy, heaving breasts and fine throat till he was once again looking her in the eyes. Donna swallowed again as she felt Ed sit down next to her on the bed, so that she was stuck between the two men. She shifted slightly, and once again it seemed perfectly natural for Sam's hand to slip up above her knee, and slightly to the inside of her thigh. "I think it's a really nice dress," Sam said softly, and squeezed the soft flesh of her thigh gently. "It is but, I don't know, I guess it makes me look like a . . . ." "Like a slut?" Ed piped in, and then quickly said, "Or a whore?" Donna blushed brightly, thinking that Sam would say something about the young man's language, but he just smiled at her and squeezed her thigh again, then pushed his hand a bit higher on her silk stockings. Donna bit her lip and nodded silently. "Um, I think maybe you guys should get back to work," she said softly, but Sam just smiled - "We're already finished with the computer, Mrs. Carter - so, let me get this straight, you are saying it's OK that Ed felt you up because your dressed like a little fucking whore - does wearing that dress make you feel like a little whore, Mrs. Carter?" "You . . . you can call me Donna," Donna stammered, trying to think of something to say. She felt her stomach twisting, and the feel of Sam's big hand rubbing up and down her back was making her warm, and making her big, firm tits swell slightly. "I . . . I don't think I meant that, but I could see how he would get the wrong idea." She shifted again, and again his hand slipped a bit further up her thigh; then he began rubbing her thigh lazily from about mid point down to her knee and then up again. "I mean, I don't normally wear this type of thing, I was just trying it on - I just got this dress, and my bra and panties." Donna bit her lip as Ed casually reached out; he gripped her right wrist in his big hand. "Why don't you show us?" Sam asked. "Wouldn't that be good? We could tell you what we think of it," he said, and Donna was still staring at Ed's hand as he moved her hand to his lap. She tugged feebly at her wrist, but then he was pushing her palm once again against the large bulge in his pants. "She was feeling my dick earlier to, Sam," Ed said, rubbing her hand up and down his stiff rod through the pants. "Please, just let me show you my bra," Donna said, and somehow wrenched her hand away. She was breathing heavily, her breasts rising and falling as Sam's hand found the zipper at the back of the dress and slid it down smoothly, right to the top of her ass. His hand squeezed her thigh, and pushed a bit higher. Donna could now see almost the entire dark band at the top of her stockings. Then Ed was helping her peel the dress down her arms, exposing the light blue half cup bra she was wearing; her large, round breasts pushed against the silky fabric, looking as though they were going to come out of it. The edge of her right nipple was barely visible. Donna looked around the room as she automatically drew the dress off of her arms; it was gathered around her waist now, and her breasts heaved with her breath. She continued to ignore Sam's hand as it pushed a bit higher up her leg, and shifted slightly, making a soft protest when Ed once again grabbed her hand and guided it back to his lap. He made her once again start rubbing his fat cock through his jeans, and Donna said in a soft voice, "Well, what do you think?" But she thought she knew already - both men were staring at her hungrily, and Sam's hand began squeezing and rubbing her thigh a bit harder; his thumb was now pushing all the way under her skirt, but she still managed to ignore this. "It looks really soft," Ed said, and reached up casually, began rubbing his fingers over the tip of her breast, rubbing the fabric as though he were not rubbing her stiff nipple as well. Donna shifted on the bed, unsure of what was going to happen - surely the men would not go to far since there were two of them there. She stifled a moan when she felt Sam's hot fingers now brushing the naked skin of her upper thigh, and shifted again which caused her legs to part just a bit further. "Umm, I . . . Oh, god, Ed, I wish you wouldn't squeeze it that hard, it makes it hard for me to . . . ohnnnn, Sam, I don't think you should be touching me like that!" Donna moaned; his fingers were literally inches away from her now thoroughly wet pussy, and the thin silk panties would be of not protection. "Now, don't you worry, Mrs. Carter, we just want to make sure that our customers are satisfied," Sam said, and then Ed flipped the little catch of her bra that rested in between her heaving bosom. "Ohnnnn, nooo, ohn, I - I ummmmmnnn," Donna moaned as Ed scooped her soft, firm breast up in his hand and began squeezing it in earnest, sinking his fingers into the big, soft globe until Donna's eyes rolled up into the back of her head. She dimly felt Sam's hand now against her pussy, and in a daze simply spread her legs a bit wider. Then he was pulling her panties to the side, and before she knew it he was sinking two thick fingers into her sopping cunt. She tried not to moan as Sam began sawing his fingers in and out of her tight, wet pussy - but she could not keep herself from panting into Ed's mouth as bent and began frenching her deeply. She surrendered to the feelings, trying not to think about what was coming next, for she was sure of that now. Sam's thumb found her clit and began mashing and flicking it as he finger fucked her. Donna moaned into Ed's mouth, and then somehow found herself laying down on her back. She felt her legs being spread, and watched with slitted eyes as Ed quickly shed his clothes. She saw Sam bending between her splayed thighs, and let out a low grunt when she felt his hot, wet mouth begin to plant kisses high up her shapely, muscular thigh. Ed straddled her chest, his big 9" cock felt red hot against her naked breasts. "Ohn, god, I can't believe this is happening!" Donna cried out softly. Ed scooped her breasts up, and pushed them over his rigid length of meat. It felt huge trapped in between her swollen, sensitive knockers and it did not even occur to Donna that she was not protesting at all as he began mauling her big tits and thrusting his cock in and out of her sweaty cleavage. And all the time in the back of her mind she was sublimely aware of Sam, licking and kissing and sucking at her innermost thigh, pushing her knees further and further apart - and then all thought fled as the older man slipped his mouth up that last little bit and began parting her clean shaven lips with his agile, muscular tongue. Donna bucked her hips and shut her eyes as he ate her out; his big hands were now cradling her ass, putting her pussy at just the right angle for his skilled mouth. He moved up a touch and began nibbling at her clit; Donna's hips rolled at the demands Sam's tongue was making on her body. She felt tiny, with Ed straddling her petite body, his big hands cupping her throbbing breasts, and iron hard, ridged cock sliding in and out of them. Had he not been grasping the silky globes so strongly they would have shuddered with his efforts. A strong pulse went off in Donna's body, beginning in her belly and peaking in her heaving bosom and twitching, twisting crotch. She was unaware of how loudly she cried out, of the fact that her lithe body was twitching helplessly from the force of the orgasm. She heard the men talking and laughing as her eyes rolled up into the back of her head and her body bucked beneath them. She came out of the orgasmic daze to see Sam naked, climbing onto the bed and then sitting against the back board. Reaching out, he guided the panting, gorgeous housewife between his legs; he grabbed her ears, and guided her half open, gasping mouth to the fat, leaking plum sized crown of his nine inch cock. Donna kept her mouth shut at first; she felt the precum leaking onto her silky, full lips, felt them rolling against his plum sized purple cock head. She shivered, and she realized her mouth was watering at the same time that she realized Ed was not going to wait for Sam to finish with her. She moaned involuntarily as his big hands gripped her hips; he adjusted her slightly, and then was sinking his long, fat cock into her twitching pussy. Donna moaned again, and Sam pulled forward, smiling at the sight of his bulbous cock head slipping between the woman's pouting lips. Ed took another long stroke, and pushed Donna forward so that more of Sam's cock slid into her wet, silky mouth. He saw her eyes widen, and then slip shut - then her cheeks collapsed around his manhood, and she began slurping softly at the hard staff trapped in her hungry mouth. By the fifth stroke Ed was in her all the way, and then began fucking her in earnest, his taut loins slapping against her plump asscheeks, making them ripple with each thrust. His driving motion made Sam's fat knob bump into the back of her throat, and one time she made a swallowing motion by instinct, and moaned louder when he slid into her throat. "Jesus, look at that shit!" Sam exclaimed - he had seen this shit on video's, but had never thought to experience it. He had let go of Donna's head; she was rocking back and forth between the two men, grunting and moaning, and taking his entire cock into her mouth and throat with each gasp. He reached down and began rubbing her swaying, soft tits; Ed slowed his strokes, and reached around her hip; his knowing fingers once again found her clit as he slowly, forcefully drove his stiff shaft in and out of her trembling, abused, juicy pussy Donna was not sure when she got off again, or when the men switched places - first one time, and then another - she was not sure how many orgasms she had before both of the men stood over her shiny, sweating body and finished jerking off on her heaving tits. They had fucked her in every position she could think - except the ass, she realized, both alone and together. They let themselves out while she rubbed their cum into her silky skin, wondering what was happening to her. Donna Carter Ch. 04 Donna Carter had been letting her hair grow a bit longer, and had her shiny blond locks pulled into a ponytail; she had been doing a friend a favor, and had run the snack stand at the football game; she had finished cleaning and counting the money, and had dismissed the other staff. She was walking now to the locker room to give the money to the coach and the principle, who had told her to meet them there. She was dressed in a long coat; underneath it, she had to admit she had dressed more than a little provocatively, but the coat was one which she would wear throughout the night. Nevertheless, she felt a curious lightness in her belly as she opened the door to the locker room. Just as Principle Mathers had said, the locker room was deserted. She walked through the locker room, fiddling with the top button on the coat, and finally saw the coach's office tucked away into a corner of the room. She walked over, and knocked on the door; it was opened by a slim, dark haired youth who she knew to be the coach's assistant and in charge of the audio visual lab for the students. He smiled at her, and held the door open. Donna walked into the room, realizing that there were a lot more people there than she had expected. There were two young men sitting on the couch, and she recognized them as the quarterback, a tall handsome 18 yr old named Dave, and Rick, the rather ugly dark skinned fullback. Principle Mathers and Coach Danner were seated on the other side of the room in large desk chairs, and Donna noticed a video camera standing in the corner of the room. "Ahh, Mrs. Carter," Mathers said, standing up and walking toward her. He took her hand in his, and took a hold of the envelope with the money in it, laid it on the desk. "Maybe you could help us with something, Mrs. Carter -- it would, perhaps, keep people out of trouble." "Um, well, I . . . umm," she glanced around the room. The two young men looked rather pissed off -- they were both dressed in tight t shirts and shorts. Bryon was fiddling with the camera, not paying any attention, but the coach was looking at her with his hard blue eyes in a way that made her shiver softly. Tell him no, her small voice said, but she heard her real voice say softly, "Of course, I'll try to help," she said. "That's great, Mrs. Carter -- here, let me help you with your coat," he said, and reached out and began unfastening the buttons of the coat. Donna stared down at his hands, but for some reason it seemed perfectly natural for him to be loosening her buttons. "Anyway," he said, halfway done, "These young men were caught in here with a cheerleader, and despite the evidence they say that they are innocent, but they are having a hard time explaining why." The principle smiled at her, and then was peeling the coat from her shoulders. Donna shivered, and wanted to cross her arms over her breasts. The t shirt she had on was near skin tight, and hugged her tummy and large cantaloupe sized breasts perfectly. Her bra was clearly visible, as was the soft tit flesh pushing against the edge of it and her stiff nipples. She knew that her sweatpants were almost as bad, and that if the men looked closely they would be able to see her 'camel toe'. Only she knew that she wore no panties under them. "Um, so, umm, what do you want me to do exactly?" she asked, biting her lip, aware that Bryon was zooming the camera on her. Despite herself, she did cross her arms against her big breasts, but it ended up just drawing attention to them. "Well, the guys say that we can't see it from their point of view, so if you could act as a kind of, uh, -" "Like a re-enactment," Rick said, smiling widely. He could not stop staring at the gorgeous white chick, and had not believed it when the coach approached him with this. He was already officially graduated, just as Bryon and Dave were, and they already had scholarships in the bag. "Oh, um, well, I -- uhmm, I don't know if that's a good idea," she said softly, shooting glances between the coach and the principle, and then down at the two boys sitting on the couch. She swallowed thickly, and felt her breasts starting to itch slightly; she could easily see their cocks through the shorts. "Now, now, don't worry, we have the camera, and here, we have this form to sign," the principle handed her a clipboard -- it was all so official, Donna just glanced through the papers before signing them. "That's great, Donna -- why don't you sit down between the two guys?" the principle said, and moved back to sit in his chair. Donna twisted her hands nervously, and then walked to the couch and sat down between the two 18 year olds, her hands clasped in her lap. "So," Rick said -- he was obviously the smarter of the two, if not the more handsome. He was also bigger from the look of his shorts, Donna realized, and then blushed when she caught his gaze, and knew that he had seen her staring at his cock bulge. He smiled widely, "So anyway, me and my man Dave are sitting there, and the cheerleader comes up and sits down between us, coach, and she's all hot and flirtin' and showing off her tits and shit," Rick said, staring down at Donna's perfect breasts, tightly encased in bra and t shirt. "Yeah, and then she says, 'Don't you guys wanna feel how soft my tits are?'" Donna bit her lip, looking back and forth between the two young men. They were both staring at her slightly heaving mounds. "And she asked you to do that?" Donna asked, staring at them back and forth. "Yeah, she did," Rick said. He reached out and laid his fingers on her forearm, and Donna shivered slightly. "Why don't you ask us? So the coach can see what it's like?" "Um, well, OK, umm, do you, uhn, do you want to umm, to feel how soft my breasts are?" she stammered, shooting glances at all the men from under her lowered brows. She licked her lips, and was painfully aware of how stiff her nipples were. "Yeah, but say 'tits', Mrs. Carter," Dave said from the other side of her. He too had started rubbing her arm. "OK, Um, please, guys, feel how soft my tits are, really, I want you to, go ahead," Donna said, and out of pure instinct she reached up and cupped her own big, firm tit mound. "Did, um, did she do something like that to?" Donna asked, barely able to speak as she lifted her heavy breast slightly. Then she lowered her hand again, and pouted prettily, really getting into the role playing now, trying to concentrate, wishing that her nipples were not so stiff. "Come on, guys, I really do wish you just give them a nice squeeze -- I really like it when they're squeezed nice and hard, just feel how soft they are!" "Are you sure?" Ricky asked, smiling down at the beautiful woman. Her lips were drawing his attention, full and pouting and covered with wet pink lipstick. He could not believe how gorgeous, or stupid, this woman was. "Yes, please, Rick, just feel them up, please!" "OK, if you really want me to," Rick smiled, and then reached up smoothly, and cupped her large, firm breast in his hand. His smile widened, and he lifted the heavy globe slightly, seeing how much it weighed. Donna stared down at his hand in a daze, her pretty mouth sagging open. She could feel the heat from the young man's large, hot hand immediately sinking into her pliant, swelling breast "OK, Rick, that's enough, you can stop that now," she chided in a soft voice, but her hands were still resting on her lap. The young man began rolling her firm globe softly around on her chest, and finally Donna reached up and laid her hand on his forearm. "Principle Mathers, Please," she said softly, but did not really try to push the boys hand away. "I was just -- just role-playing, like you said," she said. "Well, that's what Rick is doing to, isn't it, young man?" "Yes, sir, I am just showing you, sir," he said, beginning to knead her firm globe with just a bit more force. "Oh, by the way, Mrs. Carter, we have a mutual friend," the coach said, after staying silent for so long. "He owns a computer company; I think he did some work for your husband." Donna felt the blood drain from her face, and almost felt like she was going to pass out. She turned and looked at Rick out of wide eyes, and said in a soft, trembling voice, "Rick, I really do wish you wouldn't do that." Rick smiled, "But your tits are really soft, Mrs. Carter," he said quietly, and continued gently rolling her big, firm tit globe around on her chest. "Wow, that does look really soft," Dave said, and then he was scooping her other breast up in his big, hard hand. He began kneading her firm globe with a lot more force, sinking his fingers into the pliant flesh, and then shaking the globe from side to side. "Ohn, no, god, boys I didn't really mean for you to -- ohnnnnn, god, no, ohnnn shit!" "Don't worry," Rick said, also squeezing her breast with more force now. "We just want to show the principle and the coach here how hard it is to resist. You know you have great tits, don't you?"" he asked, pinching and twisting the nipple now, pulling it out from her body. "Uhn, umm, well, I . . . I mean, I think they sag to much, I guess they're a little too big." "Why don't we give you our opinion on them?" Rick said, smiling widely, his hand now gently kneading her whole globe again. "After all, we're already feeling them up." "Um, well, I guess that would be OK," Donna said, biting her lip and frowning prettily, and the young men smiled as they continued to maul her heaving, swelling breasts. "OK, take your shirt off, and we'll tell you what we think," Dave said. "Don't worry, dear, you signed a release, it's all quite legal," the coach said, and Donna grasped the bottom of the t shirt; she looked back and forth between the men. "But you -- you didn't say I would have to take my shirt off," she stammered as the boys continued to rub and knead her swelling, sensitive breasts. Her eyes felt like they were trying to roll up into the back of her head at the feel of the boy's strong hands caressing her flesh so roughly. "Well, you did ask them for their opinion, Mrs. Carter -- don't worry, you won't have to take your bra off, and that's as good as a swimsuit, isn't it?" the principle asked. "All right, but you have to -- uhnnnn, god, you shouldn't do that so hard, Rick, yessss, that's much better -- ummn, I mean, you -- you have to quit feeling me." Both the guys smiled and withdrew their hands at once, and Donna Carter was left, sitting between them in her tight somewhat slutty clothes, her hands gathering the bottom of the t shirt. "Don't worry, Mrs. Carter, Suzie took her top off too," Dave smiled. Donna stared at the young man, her belly writhing, her nipples feeling as though they were going to burst, and slowly lifted the shirt off over her head, all to aware of Bryon zooming in on her big tits in the little white bra she was wearing. She shot a glance at the coach; he was smiling like a wolf, his hungry eyes staring straight into hers while all the other men were mesmerized by the sight of her large, firm mounds packed into the sexy, lacy half cup bra she was wearing. Dave leaned over, and began kissing and sucking at the fine skin on her throat; in a daze, Donna turned her head to tell the young man to stop, but then his lips were against hers, and his tongue was slipping into her half open mouth. Donna made a soft, moaning sound of protest, and allowed her jaws to slip open a bit further as the boy began tonguing her with a bit more force, then she was finally able to tear her mouth away from his. "She started rubbing our dicks to, Coach," Dave said after she broke off the kiss. She was sitting, beasts heaving in the lacy white bra; she was looking at the floor, wondering how to get out of this when the coach said, "Would it be OK if they showed us what Dave is talking about, Mrs. Carter?" "Umm, I -- I," Donna stammered, not looking at anyone, until she heard the coach tell the boys to go ahead and show him what Dave meant. Donna watched with slitted eyes as the guys reached out, took her wrists and guided her small, graceful hands till they were resting on the young men's stiff cocks through the shorts they were wearing. "I . . . I suppose next you'll want to feel how soft my bra is -- it's real silk, you know," she said, not thinking about the fact that she was now beginning to press and rub against the two guy's big, hardening cocks. They both felt quite large, with Rick being the larger of the two -- but just by an inch or so. "Yeah, that sounds right," Rick said, and he reached up and started rubbing the tip of her breast gently. Then he was also bending down, whispering into her ear, "Suzie kissed me too, Mrs. Carter," he breathed against her silky skin, and when she turned her face to him he sealed his lips with her plush, juicy plump lips, nibbling at them and then pushed against them with his tongue. Donna allowed her mouth to slip open; she felt Dave's hand on her other breast. She moaned into Rick's mouth, and could not stop sucking on his tongue as she felt Dave pull her bra cup down until her breast popped out. He immediately grabbed her stiffened nipple and began pinching and twisting it. Donna moaned, and somehow tore her mouth away; she was aware that Rick to had pulled her breast out of her bra, so that both her big, proud tits were hanging out. Rick bent down and began licking her stiff nipple. Donna moaned, and then Dave was bending forward, kissing her again. Her hands continued to work at the two guy's fat cocks as they switched back and forth between kissing her and sucking licking and biting at her swollen, supersensitive tits. "Do you shave your pussy, Mrs. Carter?" the coach asked one time when both the boys were biting at her cherry red nipples, making her writhe and gasp as she sat on the couch. "Um, I . . . I mean, yes, I do," she finally stammered. "You don't mind if the guys have a look do you? Suzy did the same thing, and it would really help us." Donna thought of her husband, and looked into the coach's eyes, and realized she had just stepped into a new life as she obediently lifted her ass up, allowing the two young men to peel her tight sweatpants down her legs. They left them tangled about her ankles, and Donna pouted prettily and spread her knees apart, keeping her feet close together because they were effectively tied by the sweatpants gathered around her ankles. She bit her lip, and looked at the boys gazing down at her glistening smooth pussy. "Now that looks smooth," Rick said softly, and then he was reaching down slowly. Donna just watched him; her hands were once again rubbing the two stiff cocks through the shorts. "Ohnn, god, ohn, ohn, unhhh, I ooooohhnnnn, I don't think you should do that," Donna gasped as Rick's hand slowly became more familiar on her pussy lips. Her pussy was already wet, and the boy began flicking her clit with his thumb, at the same time he started easing two fingers into her tight little pussy. "Don't worry, Mrs. Carter, I just want to show the guys exactly what Suzie told me to do," he said, slowly grinding his two fingers deeper into her tight snatch. "You're really tight, Mrs. Carter, but you're pussy is really wet to." Donna knew she should say something, but she was trying as hard as she could to stop herself from telling him to rub her clit harder. She felt a hand grip her hair, and opened her eyes to see Dave standing on the couch cushions, his angry purple cock head inches from her juicy, gasping lips. "Suzie took my cock in her mouth too, Mrs. Carter -- just the tip of it, though, and I think they'll get the idea." "Umm, OK, umm, just the tip, right?" Donna asked, her voice trembling, her hips were starting to slowly grind against Ricks hand. He was now starting to manipulate her pussy with more force, and was starting to actually fuck his fingers in and out of her spasming snatch. Dave pulled her head forward, and Donna let her jaws sag open, allowed Dave to pull her head forward so that his whole fat cock head was inside her mouth. Donna shut her eyes, and could not stop the sick urge to start licking the young man's leaking cock knob. It was so hot and heavy on her tongue, and Rick was now mashing her little clitoris and running his fingers in and out of her trembling pussy. "I'm not sure, why don't you go ahead and show us how Suzy was sucking your cock, Dave," the principle said. "I'm sure Mrs. Carter won't mind, will you, dear?" Donna tried to shake her head no, she didn't want to, but then Dave began moving his hips, fucking the first four inches into her abused mouth -- at the same time, Rick's naughty fingers finally pushed her over the edge of a huge orgasm. Donna sucked and slobbered at the fat cock in her mouth, and swallowed without thinking the next time it hit the back of her throat, deepthroating the young man one time, and then repeatedly as he began fucking her face with more force. Donna gagged once or twice, but knew what was expected of her; she stayed still and let the boy use her sucking, juicy mouth. She felt him tense, and then he was shooting off in her mouth. Donna licked and sucked at Dave's fat cock till she had cleaned all the sperm off of it; then Rick was pulling her over onto his lap, her back to him. He pulled her down on his fat cock, impaling the over stimulated housewife on his rock hard, nine inch cock. He held her up after pulling her all the way down, and began moving his lean hips, fucking his fat cock into her shaven, glistening wet twat. "Ohnn, god, I -- I can't believe your fucking me like this," she gasped, bracing herself with her hands on his thighs. She noticed that Dave now help the camera, and then blinked when Bryon stepped in front of her, naked also, and began slapping her in the face with his fat nine inch cock. At some point, while Donna was having her second orgasm, Bryon slipped his fat log into her gasping, wet mouth and began deepthroating her. Donna simply gagged, and choked, and then swallowed and slurped as he drilled her poor defenseless mouth. As she was bounced between the two guys, she forgot all about the video camera. She did not remember it until she straddled Dave sometime later; she began fucking herself on and off of his fat rod, and smiled at the camera as she got off for at least the sixth time. She finally left three hours later, trying not to think about all the things she had just done to the men. Donna Carter Ch. 05 Donna was at the school again; she could not help herself, she had simply had to come by here to see the coach about some matters. She had still not decided what, but she was sure he would fill in the blanks. Her hair was loose about her shoulders, slightly curly today; she had on loose workout shorts which left all her long, lithe legs on display, and a zip up top, which actually quite loose. Of course, under that she had on a thin, skin tight t shirt with no bra. She had had a drink or two, but was not near drunk, and yet she found herself getting in the car and driving up here. She knew the coach usually stayed at least an hour and a half after practice; she found her legs shaking as she got out of the car and walked into the school and the locker room, expecting it to be empty. She stepped around the corner, and stopped in her tracks -- there were three young men there -- she recognized them all from the senior class; all were eighteen or nineteen, graduating this year. "Um, hi, guys," she said softly, staring at their long legs. Two of them were without shirts, a thick bodied black guy and a whip thin white man whose name she thought was Jimmy, and their muscles stood out clearly, so different from her husband. Before she could think of anything to say, one of the black men stepped forward: "My name is Nate, and this here is Jimmy and my brother Dale," he said, motioning to the skinny white guy and the other tall young black man. He had close cut hair, and was quite a bit more handsome than his muscular brother. Donna introduced herself, shaking all the guy's hands. She was acutely aware of the way they looked at her long, tanned legs and the swell of her bosom beneath the zip up top. She was just about to say that she was looking for the coach when three more young men stepped out of the shower area, towels wrapped around their trim waists. They were all good looking. Rock, who she recognized as one of the quarterbacks, smiled and said, "Aren't you Mrs. Carter?" Donna swallowed, suddenly nervous as the three young men, dressed in nothing but towels, stepped up beside her. She backed up till her was standing against a bench, the edge of it pressing into the backs or her knees. "Um, yes, that's right," she said, smiling at the young men. She realized suddenly how alone she was, and asked if the coach was there. Right after Jimmy said he was gone but, thinking quickly added that "He should be back soon!" a slim, spiky haired eighteen year old said, "The word is you're a real slut, Mrs. Cater!" "I -- ohn, my god!" she said -- she blinked, her head spinning -- she could not believe he would just say that! She shook her head, trying to think of something to say, and without thinking found herself sitting down on the bench. Jimmy and Rock immediately sat on either side of her, Rock telling Steve to shut up and apologize. "Now, the coach is gone for a few more minutes, Mrs. Carter, but what can we do for you?" "Yeah, Mrs. Carter," Steve said, standing in front of her, his knees six inches from hers. His muscles also stood out in sharp detail, and she found she could easily see the thick length of the young man's penis through the thin towel. "I'm really sorry I called you a slut -- but you're so fuckin' hot!" he exclaimed. She blushed, and blushed harder when all she could think to do was stutter a soft thanks at his compliment -- she looked so hot he thought she must be a slut! Jimmy patted her shoulder, then began rubbing it softly and Rock patted her knee in a paternal way. She swallowed, but pretended not to notice when his hand, big and rough and hot, stayed on her silky little knee. After all, the coach would be back soon, she said to herself, and then blushed as she thought about what had happened the last time the coach had supervised a meeting between her and some students. She gripped the edge of the bench -- she had to leave now! She tried to pull herself up, but the pressure of the hands on her shoulders and leg kept her rooted to the bench, even though those hands were not really holding her down, just rubbing and patting her. She swallowed, but found she could not even let go of the edge of the bench. The young men talked about how the team was doing, and thanked her for running the snack stand at the last game. That made her think again of what had happened after the game, with the coach and the principle and the three other students. She wondered bleakly whether that was where the rumor had come from, or if it had been from Danny. Steve reached out and squeezed her right shoulder, and apologized again for calling her a slut; Jimmy's hand was now rubbing up and down her back, and his right hand was gently rubbing her slim arm. "I -- that just took me by surprise, young man!" she finally said, and then realized belatedly that by saying, "I apologize about calling you a slut," he was actually calling her a slut again! "How -- how dare you talk to me in such a fashion!" she said, not realizing that she was just allowing him to squeeze and rub her shoulder, which had caused him to step forward a bit so that she had to part her slim thighs to let his leg in between them. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Carter -- I know a guy, and he said if a guy started feeling your tits up you would just lose control," Steve said, squeezing her shoulder a bit harder. "Now, now," Rock said, and gave her lower thigh a bit of a squeeze -- "Those are just rumors, Steve. Hey, Mrs. Carter, you look a little hot in here -- the AC went out last week. Here, let me help you with your jacket!" he said, and reached up before she could say anything and calmly drew her zipper all the way down. Donna asked again whether the coach would be back soon, but Rock said he would and simply finished unfastening her zipper and flipped the thin jacket apart. Donna blushed brightly, but she automatically shrugged the jacket off and went back to gripping edge of the bench, trying to ignore the fact that that all the young men were now staring at her hungrily; her large, firm breasts were perfectly on display, her nipples stiff and poking from the round globes, easily visible though the thin t shirt -- it clung tautly to every curve of her belly and large round breasts, and it was obvious that the gorgeous, stacked chick was not wearing any type of bra. Donna was unsure what to say. Her pulse was pounding in her chest, and Donna knew more than ever that she needed to make her excuses and get out of here . . . Jimmy and Steve were once again rubbing her shoulders, and Rock's hand was back on her thigh, now up to mid-thigh, his big hot hand slipping easily to the inside of her lithe thigh. She swallowed, and tried not to notice that the three young men who were closest to her all had large cock bulges now -- Rock and Steve were dressed only in towels, and their tools were particularly obvious. "So, is that true, Mrs. Carter?" Steve asked, his hand squeezing her shoulder a bit harder. "Umm, is what true, Steve?" she asked. She could almost hear her heart in her ears, and her body was strangely flushed. She tried to sit very still, and found herself staring at Steve's fat cock again, clearly visible through the thin towel. "That all somebody had to do was feel your big tits up and you would do anything they wanted," he said softly. Donna waited for Rock to call the young man down again, but this time he just smiled at her, and squeezed her thigh a bit harder, then slipped his hot hand even closer to her silky, loose shorts. Steve reached out with his other hand slowly, and gently began rubbing the tip of her right breast. Jimmy was still running his left hand up and down her back, and his right hand slipped around to come to rest on her gently curved tummy. Donna was all too aware of the other young men staring down at her quietly. Donna swallowed, unable to think properly. "Young man, you really should watch the way you talk to me!" she said, but her hands still gripped the edge of the bench seat as Steve's fingers became bolder and bolder on the stiff nub of her nipple. "Now, please, I really do wish you wouldn't touch me like that!" she said, trying to make her voice stern, but she found she was still gripping the edge of the seat, that she made no move to push his bold fingers away. "I mean, I've really got to go," she said again as Steve's fingers also began caressing the entire tip of her swollen breast, not just the nipple, squeezing her soft, supple, throbbing flesh with a bit more force -- her nipples felt like they were going to explode! "Nah, you had better wait for the coach," Rock said, his hand curling further around the inside of her soft, silky thigh, rubbing it higher and higher. If she had been wearing a skirt, Donna thought, his hand would definitely be under it. She just needed to stand up, and storm out of here, but another part of her whispered that she needed something else entirely -- that she needed what she knew the coach would have given to her -- he would have fixed her . . . She gasped again when Steve gave his hips a sudden jerk, and the towel fell to the floor -- Donna could not stop staring at the young man's fat, eight inch dick; it was wreathed in veins with a fat, angry red crown. "Just feel how stiff it is, Mrs. Carter, and I will quit feelin' your breast!" he said, and gave her turgid nipple a stiff squeeze, harder than before, hard enough to send a pre orgasmic flash pulsing through her curvy, trembling body. "Uhn!" Donna gasped softly -- she could barely breathe, could barely keep her eyes from sliding shut as Steve's hard, knowing fingers twisted and pinched her pulsing nipple, and then nodded -- "OK, but just for a moment," she said softly, then she was lifting her right hand, trying to keep it from trembling as she reached up and pushed her soft palm against the side of his rock hard, but somehow silky soft shaft. He pulled his hand away from her throbbing breast, and Donna sighed softly, and curled her fingers around the fat shaft. She realized that he was standing now with both legs between hers, that her thighs had spread even further apart. Rock's big, hot hand was almost to the tops of her thighs, and in another four or five inches would be brushing against her shorts. Donna blew out a deep breath as her fingers slowly curled around Steve's fat, hard shaft -- he smiled widely, and began moving his hips. She kept her hand still as the young man began thrusting his rod in and out of her loosely gripping hand. At the same time, Jimmy's hand, which had been on her tummy, slipped upward slightly till he was cupping her left breast in his hand. He lifted it slightly, as though to see how much it weighed and began kneading it softly. Donna gave a soft gasp and glanced at him and pursed her lips, but she did not say anything as he gradually began rolling her soft, pulsing titflesh around on her chest with more and more force. Neither did she change her posture -- she was still sitting very straight, her fingers curled around Steve's fat dick as he thrust it in and out of her smooth hand, which was beginning to sweat slightly. "I'll quit too if ya wanna feel my cock," Jimmy smiled at her, and began squeezing her pulsing globe a bit harder. Donna tightened her fingers, and began running her hand up and down Steve's fat rod; he reached out and began stroking her silky, dirty blonde hair. His hand gradually gripped her hair and began a gentle pulling motion, and Donna gritted her teeth as she felt Rock's fingers now invading her loose shorts. She bit her lip as his hard, inquisitive fingers began rubbing her silky panties, but for some reason could not tell the young man to stop. It came as a surprise when her plump lips bumped into Steve's leaking cock crown; at some point Rocks fingers began teasing her swollen, pulsing clit, and Donna looked up at Steve from her lowered eyes. He nudged forward, his soft lemon sized knob pushing into her plush, juicy lips as she stared at him, then again and again until her pretty mouth opened in a sexy O; then when he nudged forward his fat knob pushed past her silky, wet lips and came to rest on her writhing tongue. She finally tried to moan a soft protest, tried to shake her head 'no', at the same time trying to ask with her eyes how the young man could be doing this to her while his friends' played with her breasts and her pussy -- in fact, she now felt Rock's fingers pushing under her silky panties and beginning to explore her wet, pouting, silkily shaved cuntlips. She allowed Steve to begin guiding her drooling, loose mouth up and down his fat shaft, sliding a bit more in each time her pulled down till his fat love mallet was bumping against the back of her throat each time. She was dimly aware of the fact that she was beginning to make soft slurping sounds around his fat cock, and that Rock's fingers were now exploring the inside of her juicy, swollen pussy as his thumb mashed and rolled her pulsing clitoris, and that Jimmy had somehow rolled her tight t shirt up above her swollen, swaying, pendulous breasts. She felt his mouth, hot and wet, engulf the tip of her breast as he lifted it to him, and then her lithe, firm, glowing body was shuddering and jerking into the strongest orgasm of her life. She twitched and shuddered, her eyes shutting as she moaned around Steve's thrusting cock -- he was holding her head still as he drove his eight inches in and out of her desperately, instinctively swallowing mouth. Donna came out of the orgasm in time to realize she was swallowing Steve's cum; in a daze she licked his cock clean, and then she was being lifted to her feet, guided to a set of wrestling mats. She blinked as the guys stripped her of her clothes, leaving her little pink socks on. She realized several of them were taking pictures with their phones, and she shivered as Dale and Nate pushed her down on her hands and knees -- Nate laid on the floor, and Dale guided her between his brothers legs. She eyed the nineteen year old's stiff cock, and then bent and ovalled her lips, began bobbing her head up and down on his impressive, ten inch cock. Dale rearranged her legs slightly, and Donna moaned deeply as he began pushing his fat dick, a twin to his brothers, into her sopping, still twitching pussy. His fat rod felt gigantic bulling into her tight, wet cunt, and Donna could not stop herself from rocking between the two guys a bit harder, helping Dale drive his boner into her tight pussy until his loins were slapping against her firm ass cheeks. Donna grunted and squealed -- at one point she pulled her mouth off of Nate's cock and yelled for Dale to fuck her harder; Nate began ejaculating as she turned back around, hitting her in her face; she clamped her mouth back onto his dick hungrily, not wanting to waste the white stuff shooting out of his rod; she moaned and got off again as she sucked his dick till it was limp, then she laid her hands on her forearms and screamed as Dale fucked her with even more force, forcing her flatter to the mat; she instinctively angled her ass upwards so he could pound her pulsing, dripping pussy with more force. She finally felt him rutting into her, shooting his seed deep into her swollen pussy, and then blinked as the coach was helping her to her feet. "Ohn, uhn, hello, coach," she mumbled as he led her to a sink. He told her to wash herself off, which she did, and she turned around to see him naked. She looked around and all the men were naked, staring at her with hungry eyes. "I -- I just wanted to see you, I thought you would be here alone," she said softly as he led her back to the mat. He gently laid her down; she looked over at Adam, and saw that he had produced a video camera from somewhere -- she should not have been surprised. The coach slipped between her legs, and his lips and hot tongue began teasing her up swept, pointy nipples and breasts. Donna blew out a deep breath, and then sighed softly as she felt the coach's fat knob against her mushy, swollen, super sensitive pussy lips. He angled slightly as he raised himself, then he was kissing her, his tongue slipping into her gasping mouth as his knob worked its way past her cuntlips and began pushing into her tight pussy (a little less tight now than it had been an hour ago, Donna thought to herself). She lost track of time as the coach kissed her, and fucked her with a low, languorous power that had her gasping and twitching in minutes, and then she was thundering into a another orgasm. She came out of it, the soft waves receding around her pulsing, flushed twisting body; he was holding himself up on his arms now, and his face was gritted with effort as he fucked her with more force; her big tits jumped, bobbled and swayed on her fine boned chest from his powerful rutting. She chanted softly, urging him to fuck her harder, harder -- he finally pulled out of her, and jacked his thick cock, sending spurts of long white cum ropes over her heaving belly and bouncing, swaying tits! She was cleaned again; during that -- she was sure it was Steve -- came and bent her over what he called a massage table. She just knew that it was at exactly the right angle to make her plump ass cheeks, and her puckered, tight little ass hole available to him. He fucked her all too juicy pussy for a few minutes, until she was twitching and gasping sufficiently, and then he had put some type of slick, slippery goo on his fat knob, and was nudging it against her tight, virgin ass hole. Donna could not believe it -- she looked behind her, and it was Steve. He grinned at her, and then humped forward a bit more, and she swallowed and turned back around as his fat cock knob was suddenly invading her tight ass hole. She heard him crowing about how tight he was, but she noticed her was quite gentle as he began rocking, ever so slightly, in and out of her sore ass hole. Donna Carter clenched her teeth as Steve slowly swiveled his hips, driving his thick boner into the beauty's ass slightly more with each thrust. Donna began grunting at some point, hating the fact that she was being sodomized by some high school nineteen year old punk; her thick, stiff, sensitive nipples rubbed the cool, stainless steel surface of the massage table, and she blinked as the coach appeared in front of her, his boner once again standing at attention. She looked up him, pleading for help, but he just grabbed her ears and guided her slack, startled mouth to his fat cock knob as Steve kept swiveling more and more of his fat log into her loosening, juicy ass hole. At some hazy, orgasmic point, as Donna was once again swallowing a load of cum -- she was not sure whether it was the coach, or whether it was someone else fucking her all too willing asshole, she realized she was once again swallowing a thick, spurting load of cum. She coughed, and felt the man behind her rutting into her ass -- was that two, or three loads of jizz up her ass now? How had she thought it was to painful? It was definitely different, but no longer painful. She was led back over to the mats, and straddled Jimmy without thought, smiling down at him as she drove herself onto his nice prick, began riding his nice tool. He positioned her as he wanted, and then was lifting her breasts to his mouth. She felt someone behind her, pushing her down till her hips were melded with Jimmy's. She unconsciously swiveled her hips, grinding herself onto the young man without thought. "Ohn, oh, oh, ohn, ohnnnnn, myyyyy, you shouldn't do that!" she gasped as she felt someone shifting her legs slightly -- holding her ass cheeks apart, and then gently nudging once again into her still tender asshole. Donna twitched and shivered as whoever it was -- she thought one of the brothers, maybe Nate -- began fucking her ass in earnest, and she found herself shifting her position slightly, making it easier for Nate to fuck her ass while Jimmy continued grinding his perfectly sized tool into her spasming pussy. Donna Carter Ch. 05 She grunted, and twitched as she got off, and then someone was standing in front of her, straddling Jimmy's head as Jimmy continued to bite and abuse her heaving, swollen tits. The man grabbed her hair Donna did not even bother to open hr eyes as she began swallowing the tool that was shoved between her bruised, plump, juicy lips. She moaned and swallowed the cock automatically, and swayed her hips, facilitating the now even strokes of the two men. She could feel their cocks in her body, pushing through her against each other, and she lost all track of time and space. She drove home some time later.