Witsy now pulled off Donna's boots, and her pantyhose. Then she laid back Donna's skirt. "I'll help you Earl, but in return I've got to have a little fun with Donna. You just keep pumping while she and I work up some heat."
Without further apology she turned back on Earl and slid naked, on top of Donna.
Donna groaned in sex fervor as Witsy's body fitted smoothly against hers, breasts pressing into hers, mouths locking in a hot French kiss. Witsy pressed her pelvis to Donna's and rode the top of her cunt, her clit off against Donna's pelvic bone. Her free, lust undulations set Donna on fire. The white girl felt the hot cunt swell, felt the warm flow of Witsy's cunt juice, tasted and sucked her tongue, thrilled to the heavenly pressure on her breasts.
"Mmmmmmm," she went.
Donna felt like the queen of the world. She had all these luscious sex feelings that were like kept in a box and Witsy opened them and Donna went right up the flagpole to shortened, breath, a pounding heart, and hot, honey flashes of sexuality shooting up from her belly and down from her breasts. by the time Witsy stopped kissing into her mouth and switched to nibbling those hot spots around Donna's neck, she was volcano high. Each sex time seemed to take less contact to start her cunt flowing furiously and her libido to open up like a lovely flower.
"God, I'm fuck hot," said Donna, smiling up to her lover.
"Enjoy, enjoy," murmured Witsy. She began to give soft gasps. Earl seemed forgotten. Donna was enthralled with this new form of girl sex, rubbing pelvises, and she liked it because it meant full-body hugs while you ground your cunt on the other.
"I'm ready!" called Earl.
"Not-y-yet, boy," answered Witsy.
Donna glanced over Witsy's shoulders and saw the glory of Earl's cock masturbated to its fullest, the boy blushing and looking moist and heated up with sex hunger. In this lascivious moment Donna even liked him, liked his cock, liked his sexuality.
Witsy claimed her attention. They'd only been grinding for a few moments, but Witsy was already in serious sex and about to come. Donna didn't know yet how completely Witsy could control her orgasms. Witsy began to tremble and lock. She gave a cough to hide from Earl her short gasps in her ear, tickling it, the faint throbs as the girl spent her sex treasure in a quick orgasm.
"Now?" asked Earl.
"N-now, Earl," said Witsy. She just lifted her body off Donna so that she was in a dog position over the white girl. "Reach under and stick it in," Witsy ordered Earl.
"Oh, God."
Donna looking up saw Witsy's grimace as the hot, hard cock slid into Witsy's cunt from the rear.
"Oh, wow!" cried Earl. "Hot, tight."
He began to fuck, making Witsy's body shake in his vigor. Then Witsy leaned down to bring her mouth close to Donna's ear. "You'll have to finish for me, dear. A virgin for a virgin. White meat on white meat. I'm pooped," she whispered.
Donna stared up in shock.
"Donna's taking over!" Witsy called over her shoulder to Earl. With a swift, smooth movement, she unlocked the white male and skipped free, crawling over Donna. "You two go ahead and fuck each other's brains out."
Then she whirled, grabbed her clothes and was gone.
The tableau held. Earl between Donna's legs, his big cock jutting out and dry throbbing, wet with Witsy's cunt fluid. Donna practically naked under him, all sexed up by Witsy, cunt swollen, wet and open. Earl stared down at Donna. Donna stared up at Earl in shock.
"Earl, I can't!" cried Donna in horror. She tried to scrabble back.
"Nuts to that," growled Earl. "She's right. We can't spend our whole lives waiting for her to come along to get our sex." He grabbed her buttocks and shoved his cock at her cunt.
"Oh, Earl, no!"
"It was to be yes," he said firmly. His big cock head split her outer lips, and it pressed into her soft pink tunnel, invading her inner lips. He drove it right to her hymen.
Donna was so startled to feel the hot cock head in her body she almost jumped out of her skin.
"Earl, please, don't-"
"Got to be." He closed his eyes, gripped her buttocks and dug his cock hard against her virginal obstruction.
Donna, trembling, heart pumping, filled her lungs to scream in distress. Then, suddenly, unaccountably, she had a mad desire to laugh. Earl with his sex problem, she with hers. The expression on his face. As if it were a medieval torture for both of them instead of a heavenly, lovely moment. It was as if some of Witsy's carefree joy at sex transmitted to her. Instead of screaming she grunted.
"Shove harder, Earl."
His eyes flew open. "What! You'll let me?"
"I want you to fuck my ears off, if you can get rid of that expression that looks like you're about to drown. Harder."
"Uh, uh, uh. It hurts, Donna. You're so tight."
It hurt Donna too, but her belly was on fire. She was crazy now to get a hard prick deep in her body and be done with this virgin nonsense.
"I-don't like it either-but-go-"
Instead he pulled back out of her. "This deflowering ain't so easy for the guy either. It feels like cement down there."
She scooted up, grabbed his buttocks, worked her cunt and his cock together. Then, holding his butt, she rode fiercely against the cock.
"Owwww!" Earl screamed.
Donna felt his cock batter halfway through her hymen. But it did hurt like fury, and tears came to her eyes. She had had it. There was no more she could do.
They hung there, staring at each other, and she felt her virginal blood running along his cock. Then Earl got a soft grin as the tension left his face. He folded forward on her gathering her into his arms as if he really wanted her. He dug his cock into her with one powerful shuddering stroke that could not be denied. Her gristle surrendered and they stared at each other, bigeyed, faces inches apart as they both felt his cock unseal her cunt, oozing all the way into the wall of her womb.
Then he closed his eyes, kissed her gently and rested. She closed her eyes, calming down, feeling the pain quickly subside. His cock, investing her whole fuck channel, began to feel great. She opened her eyes and he opened his.
"Hello, nonvirgin," he said.
"Hello, nonvirgin," she laughed.
He drew back. He fucked into her. He drew back. He fucked into her. The ineffable joy of a tight fuck began to glow through their loins.
"Oh, Donna, baby, it's gonna be great."
"Earl, Earl, I love it. I want your cock. I want you to fuck."
Slowly at first, and then faster and faster they rocked together. Donna felt sweet joy sweep up her body. It was much better than sex with W itsy. That hard, strong cock unlocked her body and her soul and she began to sweat and thrill to high levels.
"Ah, eh, the best," she went.
"Tight, hot, wet-heavennnnnn," he went.
"Breasts," she ordered.
He brushed aside her blouse and began to suck on her tits, first one and then the other and new rushes of sex delight began to paralyze her.
"Ah, God," she went. She brought her legs firmly over his back and took his loins and cock in tighter, possesively, thrilling to join him in her own swift fuck motions. Whipping herself to her animal passion.
Gasping in delight he slid further forward and their mouths met. His breath whistled on her cheek as wet tongues intertwined and they kissed and sucked and slobbered, both of them now into crazy, bestial lust, panting, fucking, gurgling, open and sex-crazed.
Neither of them heard Witsy slowly open the van door. She crept in quietly, watching the furious fuck with a wide grin. "Way to go," she whispered, jogging her own wet cunt.
It couldn't last. They devoured each other with scouring passion, yipping and groveling in pure heaven. Then Donna lifted her ass and gave aery of piercing intensity as her whole body locked and sweet flames consumed her.