Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Mf(19) exploit mental-disiability Always appreciate feedback at cdducks2000@yahoo.com ________________________________ Beth's Friend Donya I got an interesting call today. Beth's mother called and wanted to know if I could come over this evening. I was instantly worried; did she know? Had Beth said something? After my five seconds of sheer panicked silence, she added, I've got somebody I would like you to meet. I breathed a sigh of relief and agreed to come over for seven. I arrived right on time and I was invited into the kitchen where she got me a coffee. She introduced me to Donelle. She stood up and shook my hand and I was surprised, she wasn't very tall! I've got to say, she was the prettiest black lady I'd ever met; her skin was a soft shade of dark chocolate! Beth's mom set down a mug of coffee for me and we sat down; she explained, "Donelle and her family go to the same church as us and her daughter, Donya, deals with challenges, similar to Beth. Actually, Beth and Donya are good friends. At Sunday service, Beth and Donya join a group in the back hall. It's a group of special needs people." Donelle nodded. "Anyway, I was telling Donelle about how kind you and Bob have been, you in particular in helping my Beth be more independent; helping her become a contributing member of society. Donelle was wondering if you could maybe help her daughter Donya." Whoa. I took a drink of coffee to give me a chance to think. This was a little more than I was ready for. At the same time, I could help her; it didn't have to be a situation exactly like Beth's. I smiled thinking of our visit at Bob's. Donelle noticed my smile and must have been reassured by it and reached out to touch my forearm. She explained that this could be really good for Donya. She said that Donya is similar to Beth in that her intellectual development is very limited. As a result she has a limited vocabulary; even less than Beth. She had just turned eighteen and was out of school now and needed something like this. Could I please help her? Who am I to refuse a pretty lady? We agreed on a trial visit at my house tomorrow morning. Beth would come over for the first half hour to reassure Donya then she would go home and Donya would stay the rest of the day. We worked out a couple more details and then we said our goodbyes and I left. First Day with Donya Beth and Donya arrived together the next morning. Beth took her right into the living room and they sat down to watch TV. Beth had on her familiar light blue track pants and a pink sweat shirt. Donya. My heart had flipped and damn near stopped when Donya walked in. She couldn't have been more than five feet tall. She had shoulder length hair and her skin was an even darker shade than her Mother's; she looked quite exotic. She was wearing grey track pants and a dark green t-shirt with cartoon characters. She wasn't skinny, like Beth, she was chubby. Her ass told a story as she walked into the family room, but the show stopper, was her boobs! They were at least double D's or an E-cup! Beth had hugged me when she first got here and Donya copied her, reaching up to give me a big hug and my knees had gone weak when her breasts pushed into my chest as I leaned over to hug her. I took a plate of cookies into the family room and set them on the coffee table, "Here you go ladies!" Beth squealed and grabbed one right up, but Donya half-smiled and looked up at me; the question in her dark eyes. "Go ahead Donya. You can have one too!" I motioned to the plate. She carefully took a cookie, grinning from ear to ear up at me. We spent a couple minutes eating cookies, and then Beth jumped up, "Dance Time!" Donya, caught up in Beth's emotion, jumped up next to her and the two of them were hopping up and down chanting, "Dance! Dance! Dance! Dance!" It was a sight; the two gorgeous young women, bouncing on the spot, big smiles on their faces, Donya's tits keeping rhythm! I turned on the music channel and they began hopping around, arms and legs going every which way! It was fantastic! Of course, I had my camera out and had gotten some nice photos, but I needed video of those bouncing titties! We had some fun and then Beth's mom came and got Beth after about forty minutes. Donya smiled, looking up at me as the door closed. "Would you like to color Donya?" I asked, "Let's go color!" I turned to lead her into the family room and I looked down. She was holding my hand, walking with me into the room. Well, it was obvious she was comfortable with me! I guess having Beth there had helped after all! "Do you like to color Donya?" I asked as I got the paper and crayons out. She smiled and her whole face lit up, "Color!" she answered. Out of habit I had put the paper and crayons on the floor in the middle of the room. Obviously, Donya and Beth were friends, because Donya got down in what I called `Beth's Coloring Pose'; on her hands and knees, shoulders down and ass up. She had picked the red crayon, just like Beth, but unlike Beth, I noticed that her tits were resting on the floor! My god, I had to see those! Of course, my cock had a great idea; I went and got my camera and got some great photos of her ass and her tits hanging down. She had looked up once, pointed at my camera and said, "Camera!" I had told her to smile and the angle she was on allowed me to get a bit of a downblouse shot, but the high neckline on the t-shirt made it tough. She colored for a while and then I turned on the cartoon channel. At lunch time I made hot dogs. I know, as do you Mr. Reader, why I like to feed my ladies hot dogs! It is a vision to behold! While we ate, I was watching her tits. Damn, they looked good. Cue the light bulb; I had an Idea. Her shirt had some kind of cartoon characters on it. "What is on your shirt Donya?" I asked. She looked down at her shirt and said, "Puffs!" Yes, I though, they were puffy alright! I moved my chair around next to hers, "What does it say there?" There were words but they were a little tough to read, as they followed the curve of her boobs! She looked down. I pointed at the bottom of her shirt, "The words on your shirt. Let's read it." I leaned over and read "Powerpuff Girls!" Donya laughed and clapped her hands, "Puffs!" I smiled, there were three cartoon girls on her shirt. With my cock edging me on, I reached out and pointed at one of the characters, touching her boob, "What's her name?" It was amazing; my finger was pushing in to the soft boob! "Blossom!" she chimed, jumping! I ran my finger across her boobs to the other figure, "And what is her name?" Donya was looking down and smiling, "Bubbles!" She jumped again! I traced a crazy winding path across her boobs finally stopping on the last character, "And the last one?" "Buttercup!" she sang out! She was laughing now! I didn't want to push it, so I put the dishes away and Donya went into the living room. I came in and she was laying down looking sleepy. Her mother had mentioned that she might want to lay down for a short nap after lunch. My Idea light bulb went off and I covered her in the blanket off the couch and I turned the fireplace on. I walked into my computer room with a smile on my face. I figured I would upload my pictures from my camera while I waited. After about an hour, I went back into the family room and checked on Donya. She had pushed the blanket off and I could see the sweat on her brow. It was hot in there, with the afternoon sun shining in through the large picture window and the fireplace on. Donya looked up at me and smiled, "Water?" she asked. "Sure, Donya!" I went to get her a drink of water and she drank it down. I caught myself staring at her breasts as she drank back the glass of water. Damn. "Hot!" she said, rubbing her forehead. "It is hot!" This worked on Beth; hopefully it would work with Donya too. I took my shirt off then went to turn off the fireplace. When I turned back Donya's shirt was on the couch. She had on a white bra, which was a stark contrast to her dark skin. "There you go Donya; that's better isn't it?" She smiled and nodded. "Here, stand up." I told her. She stood up and I reached forward and pulled her track pants off. She didn't bat an eyelash, just stood there with her hands on my shoulders while I squatted down; she lifted one foot and then the other so I could pull them right off. To this day I'm not sure what I was thinking. Even now as I look back on the event. After I got her track pants off, I stood up, turned her around and undid the clasp of her bra. That's when I stopped; shocked as I realized what I had just done! How would she react? Would she freak out? Start to cry? As fine as you please, she pulled her bra off and threw it on the couch with her shirt. She turned around and she was standing there in a pair of little, white, cotton panties and that was all. My dear, Mr. Reader, her tits were indescribable. The chocolate nipples were soft; the areola inviting me down for a taste. I snapped out of it, `Okay! Time to color?" She laughed and clapped her hands and went over to the papers on the floor, assumed the coloring position and started to color. Me? I went and got my camera. I got some great pictures of her ass sticking up. It was all I could do to not reach out and touch it. I noticed that as she moved, her nipples had gone stiff from rubbing on the cool floor. As I've mentioned before, my cock dictated my actions more and more it seemed. I reached forward and pulled Donya's panties down about halfway on her thighs. She looked back, spread her legs a bit and then went back to her coloring. Perfect! Her ass looked so good; I stared at her little puckered asshole and her dark pussy. She had little hair and it was open slightly revealing a bright pink interior. Absolutely stunning! This was so much more than I had hoped for today! I set the camera up on a chair behind her, pointing directly at her ass and started the video recorder. I was down on my knees next to her leaning over on her left side, my body beside hers. I was resting forward on my left hand and I rested my right hand on her lower back. "That's very nice coloring Donya!" She smiled at me and kept coloring. I moved forward to look close at her picture, then backed up again and moved my hand back onto her ass. It felt so good. I had my hand on her cheek and I started to slowly massage it; ever so slowly. "You really like that red color, eh Donya? I like how you have the yellow around the edge." I kept talking to her and she gave one-word answers; red; nice; yellow. Meanwhile, still massaging I had moved my hand around and my long middle finger was on her asshole. I wasn't sure, but it seemed like she had arched her back a little more. My hand still slowly squeezing, I moved down until my middle finger was over her pussy. I had made it! She still hadn't reacted! I was rubbing her button clit which was now poking out. Her coloring had slowed down, but I kept talking to her; lowering my voice and talking quieter. I slipped my finger into her pussy; it was so moist and warm! I had stuck in a second finger and I was pushing my fingers in and out a little quicker now. She had stopped coloring and had moved her shoulders right onto the floor; her tits squishing out towards her belly. Her ass was pointing straight up now and her pussy was soaking! I got up on my knees and moistening the fingers of my left hand in her pussy, I started rubbing her asshole. Her hips were moving now, pushing back against my pumping hand. I pushed my finger into her ass and starting moving it in and out, following the rhythm of my other hand. She started to moan; a constant sound now. Her clit had swollen and my fingers slid easily in and out of her pussy! She stopped moaning, but her hips started to jerk and her pussy juices started to really flow out of her pussy and were running down her leg! Her orgasm seemed to go on and on! She started to slow and I noticed she was breathing heavily. I got up and sat down, grabbing my camera. I could not believe what just happened. She let me take her into the bathroom to get cleaned up. "Did you like that?" I asked her as we walked down the hall. Her huge grin answered my question. I had her stand in the tub as I washed her down. I soaped up her tits and she raised her arms and let me wash them; spending a little time on her nipples. She leaned forward, hands against the wall as I washed her pussy and her ass. She giggled and wiggled when I pushed a soapy finger into her ass! We spend the afternoon doing some fun chores. Later on, when Donelle arrived to pick her up, I could sense her anxiety, "How was she Fred? I didn't call today. I wanted to, but I thought if she heard my voice, it may make it worse. Did everything go okay?" As she was talking, Donya had put her shoes on, then reached up and gave me a hug and then went and stood by the door. Donelle just stared in surprise. "Donelle, she was just fine. She was treated like a princess all day!" Indeed! "She had a great day. We colored and watched TV; she seems to like the Powerpuff girls." Donelle nodded at this. "I even had her doing some chores around the house. You know, putting dishes away, loading the washing machine, unloading the dryer. We had some good fun trying to put shirts on hangers though!" Donelle was amazed, "Fred, she did all that?" She was shaking her head. "She sure did! I was thinking, would it be alright if I took her over to Bob's to do some chores. I'm sure he would really appreciate the company." "Oh, that would be so great!" Donelle brightened up, "Bob is so nice! He's a Deacon in our church. Donya knows him." We agreed that next Tuesday, Donelle would drop Donya off in the morning, she would do some chores at Bob's and then her mom would pick her up at five. Bob was in for a surprise!