9 comments/ 166000 views/ 22 favorites Catching Amy By: Mike Franklin I believe in getting the milk without buying the cow. I also believe that said 'cow' should only be grazing in my field -- if you know what I mean. I had dated Amy for about 6 months before I moved her in with me so I could milk her whenever I felt like it (or rather, have her milk me. Either way, you get the point). Amy had the reputation as a freak, and she lived up to every story I had ever heard about her. I probably would have cared if I wanted to marry the girl, but I didn't, I just wanted to fuck her. And fuck her I did. In every way and in every hole -- she is one of the few people that I've ever heard who like it more in the ass than in the pussy and meant it. She also like to be fucked a lot, and fucked hard. So for a few months, everything was peachy. But I soon learned that no matter how much time you spend feeding a woman like Amy cock, it still doesn't mean you can trust said whore. *** I had been a pretty fair basketball player in High School and still enjoyed playing when my busy schedule allowed. Unfortunately that hadn't been for a while. Then one day, early in the week, while at the gas station filling up I ran into an old teammate of mine. A guy I knew well, Drew. "Hey man," he said cheerily as he came out of the convenience store where I was pumping gas. "Long time no see." "No shit," I relied. "How you been?" "Oh, you know. Living life..." The conversation went like that until the pump clicked off indicating my tank was full. "It was good to see you again, Drew." "Yeah, you too," he said and started to walk away. Then stopped and turned. "You still play any ball?" "A little," I said. I didn't tell him how little. "Well me and some of my friends play every week over at the old Smith Church, you know the place?" I nodded. "Anyway, we play every Sunday in a league. It's really organized and run well and we have a good time. And we could use another player, if you are interested." I didn't even have to think about it. "Sure. Sounds like fun. What time you start?" "We usually get there about noon, take some time to warm up so us old guys don't pull anything, then get the games rolling about one." "Alright, I'll see you Sunday at one." *** Amy didn't care that I was going to be playing basketball. She had been spending her Sundays shopping and whatever else, I don't know, I tried not to pay that much attention to her. When I told her I was going to play that Sunday, she told me that was fine, that she had plans with Becca, her friend from work. I arrived on time at the church and found Drew and some of the other guys stretching under the far basket. "Hey, good to see you made it," he said when he saw me, "let me introduce you to the team." I shook several hands. Chris and Jeff, two brothers who I knew to be good players. Bubba, who apparently got his nickname as a joke aimed his lack of size and stature. Kevin, Charlie, and a couple of others who's names I can't recall. The team didn't look bad and they weren't. With Chris and Jeff leading the way, we beat all three teams we played that day. Even my out of shape ass didn't cause too many problems for us and all around I had a good time. Apparently they didn't mind me being there, because they asked me if I wanted to be added to the 'official' roster and play with them weekly. I readily agreed. On the way out of the gym, Drew caught up with me. "So what are you doing now?" he asked. "I dunno, don't really have anything going on." "Well, after the games we usually go have some beers and take in a little, uh, entertainment, you want to come along?" The wry smile on Drew's face told me the 'entertainment' wasn't to be missed and so I left my car in the parking lot and hopped into his truck with him. As soon as we were out of the parking lot we each had an ice cold beer in our hands, greedily slurping down the cool suds. We made small talk. Talk about work, about sports, about guys we had known back in the day. I wasn't much paying attention to where we were going until he turned off onto an old abandoned logging road. I wasn't sure if I should be nervous or intrigued. "Uh, where the hell are we going?" "To the entertainment," was all he would say. We bounced along the road for a mile or so and then we pulled over and parked the truck. I noticed we weren't the only ones here. "Grab the cooler and follow me," he said leading the way into an over grown path that lead into the woods. For a few hundred yards we dodged low hanging limbs and pricker bushes until we came to a small cleaning. A couple of the other guys from the team where in the clearing, as well as a couple of people I didn't know, drinking beer and talking in low, conspiratorial tones. "So, uh, Drew, what the hells going on here." "Toss me a beer, grab a seat and we'll tell you." With beer securely in our grasps, he began to explain. "You know Chris and Jeff, well, after our basketball games they supply the entertainment." He pointed down through the trees at a house no more than 20 feet from us that I hadn't noticed until he directed my attention to it. "They like to bring 'company' back to their house and take them on that porch right there and well, we sit here and enjoy the show." I obviously looked perplexed. "Think of it as live porno," he said and the other guys laughed. "Cheaper than renting a video and better than a dingy strip club. The bring some girls back to their house and fuck them while we sit here, drink beer and make lewd jokes." "How often do you do this?" I asked, intrigued. "Every week," said one of the guys I didn't know. "Yep," another one added, "for a while they were brining back these two blonde chicks with these big fake tits... ugly as sin, but we could hear those big fun bags slapping all the way up here." Everyone laughed at that one. "Yeah," Drew added, "those two bitches they were fucking were fugly as hell. But for the last month of so they've been bringing this one brunette bitch back, a real freak, and tag teaming her." Bubba laughed. "Yeah, and to hear them tell it, when they get done she still wants more." "Well, maybe you should go down there and lend a hand Bubba," another of the spectators teased. "Eh, they couldn't handle this meat," Bubba said grabbing his crotch. "Bubba," Drew said, "you have less real meat than a ballpark hot dog." Loud laughter began to erupt but was quickly dashed as a car pulled into the driveway of the house. Here we go, someone said from behind me. A few seconds later I saw Chris walk out onto the glass porch. It was a good view, we were so close that I could almost read his lips -- I guess it would have helped if I knew how to read lips, but I'm illustrating a point here. I don't think I need to tell you who walked out onto the porch behind him (for those of you a little slower on the up-take, it was Amy). There she was in one of her too short skirts with a thin cotton shirt on with clearly no bra beneath it. For a moment I was paralyzed, not sure just what to do. What to think. What to feel. Then someone said from my right, "Oh yeah, it's the brunette again" and he and another unknown person clinked beer cans. Thoughts ran through my head. Its not as if I really cared about the bitch, all I wanted her for was for her physical abilities, but still. Then an old adage came from deep inside my brain. Something my fraternity brother had once told me:1 'Whores are whores. And they are always going to be whores. Buy them nice cloths; they are still just whores in nice cloths. Buy them nice jewels; they are still just whores with nice jewels. Nothing you can do is going to change the fact that they are whores.' I couldn't change Amy, didn't want to change Amy. I also decided at that moment that it was time for her to find a new place to live. Also, if the bitch wanted to get herself used by Chris and Jeff fine by me. At least I would have the pleasure of knowing that half a dozen other guys got to watch her degrading herself. In the time it took me to run through this logic in my head Chris took a seat on the couch, flipped on the TV and cracked open a beer of his own. Amy did what a whore would do; she got down on her knees before him, took out his cock and began sucking on it. From where we were sitting, concealed in the woods, we could see everything but what was on the TV. Amy had Chris hard in no time and at the same time reached behind herself, lifted her skirt (revealing she hadn't bothered to wear panties either) and sank her finger knuckle deep in her own pussy. This was nothing new for Amy. Countless times I had come home from work to find her on my bed, naked as the day she was born, fingering herself while she waited for me to arrive and fuck her. Other times when we were on our way home from dinner or whatever, she would sneak her fingers inside her self, bring them out and put them in my mouth so I could taste how wet she was. Whores being whores. Just about that time Jeff came into the room carrying a beer of his own. He took a seat next to his brother on the couch and Amy made short work of releasing his cock as well. As she knelt before Chris sucking on his cock, she used her free hand to stroke Jeff. Things continued like this for a few more minutes then Chris pushed Amy way from his crotch and stood up. She released Jeff's cock and stood up as well. The two of them helped her out of her shirt and skirt and got naked themselves. Jeff said something to her and she moved the hand that she had been using on herself up to his mouth and put her finger where he could lick her juice from it. He said something else and she put her hand back between her legs, recovered it with her juices and let Chris taste her. Then they made her taste herself. They laid her down on the couch and she spread her legs wide. Chris got on his knees and began licking her pussy while Jeff stood on the couch and positioned himself so that Amy could suck his cock. She didn't do as much sucking as Jeff did face fuck her, but true to form Amy took his entire cock down her throat and never protested the force he was using to jam his tool into her mouth. Chris didn't eat her out for long, mainly because who wants to spend time licking a pussy that has had literally hundreds of cocks stuck into it. So while Jeff was busy fucking Amy's face, Chris got down to business fucking her pussy. He jammed himself inside of her and the only word I have to describe the way he started fucking her is 'violently.' Her full tits swung and slapped as his thrusts shook her body and we could hear the slapping noises all the way up where we sat watching. Despite the fucking she was receiving, Amy's mouth stayed engulfing Jeff's cock. As Chris continued to pound away at her, Amy moved her hand down and began rubbing her clit -- something she did frequently while I was fucking her -- to facilitate orgasm. It didn't take her long, it never did, and I saw her back arch as she began to cum. She slid Jeff's cock out of her mouth, it was coated with thick saliva that hung down and clung to her lips. Then the peak of her orgasm alone and she began wailing and screaming as Chris's fucking and her rubbing pushed her to the precipous of pleasure. Before her orgasm fully finished Chris pulled out of her and Jeff got down from the couch. They helped roll her over onto her knees, with her head hanging over the back of the couch. Jeff inserted himself in her pussy from behind and Chris went around behind the couch and presented his cock for Amy to suck. She put her lips on his cock and each time Jeff thrust into her, her body rocked forward and took Chris's prick deep in her mouth. "Ah, the old finger-cuffs," Drew said and we all laughed. I cracked another beer and started to enjoy the show. What the fuck, I figured. A whore is a whore. While he was busy fucking her pussy, Jeff spit on her asshole and inserted a finger. This was something that Amy always encouraged whenever I was fucking her from behind and I always obliged her -- if a girl wants my digit in her ass, who am I to argue? Then Jeff slid a second and then a third inside of her ass, something I actually hadn't done, and began finger-fucking her asshole just as hard as he was plowing her pussy. Then Jeff stopped fucking her and pulled his cock out. Chris took a step closer to the back of the couch, pushing his cock all the way down Amy's throat and he then too began to face fuck her. He put both hands on the sides of her head and really fucked her throat hard -- his balls slapping against her chin as we did. Someone in our group told the old, "If I had nuts on my chin, would they be chin-nuts?" joke and we all laughed again. While Chris was feeding Amy cock, Jeff was working on stretching her asshole. He moved his face down next to his fingers and was spitting repeatedly on his fingers to continue lubing up her back door. When he tried to push a forth finger in her ass, Amy for the first time protested and Jeff must have figured, what the fuck, I'll just stick my dick in her. And that's what he did. He stood up, put the head of his cock against her gaping asshole and slid in almost as easily as he had entered her pussy. He pushed until his entire cock was inside her backside and then he began to fuck her. Jeff didn't fuck her ass as furiously as he had her pussy and this enabled Chris to continue face-fucking her while his brother plowed Amy's ass. It didn't take Amy long to cum again, however, and she pushed Chris away when she started screaming with pleasure as Jeff brought her to an anal orgasm. Jeff just kept fucking her, increased the fervor with which he was slamming into her and she came again almost as soon as her previous orgasm had subsided. After her second anal-orgasm Jeff pulled his cock out and Amy turned around and sat on the couch. Without hesitation she took Jeff into her mouth and licked and sucked her ass juices off his prick like she was eating an ice-cream cone. "That's one nasty bitch," Bubba said and we all had to agree. When she had sucked Jeff clean he momentarily left the room. Chris moved around the front of the couch and pushed Amy onto her back, then grabbed her ankles and pushed her legs apart high and wide. His aim this time was her asshole and his aim held true. With her legs on his shoulders, Chris began to pound away at Amy's ass. While his brother was engaged in Amy's ass, Jeff came back in the room carrying three beers. He set one on table, opened one and took a long drink. He looked out the windows in our direction and raised his bottle in salute; we of course, all saluted him back. Then he uncapped the other bottle he was holding and stood over Amy's face. He tilted the beer until it poured out onto her face. She opened her mouth to catch the liquid, but most of it just ran down her chin and cheeks. Jeff and Chris laughed but Amy seemed un-phased; she put her hands on Chris's ass and encouraged him to fuck her even harder. While Jeff finished his beer, Chris finished getting Amy off. After slamming himself into her ass a few more times after she had climaxed, Chris dislodged his cock from her anus and sat back against the couch. Amy moved like a hungry animal to get her mouth around his tool, licking and sucking all of her juices from his shaft. When she had him sufficiently clean she move and positioned herself so that she was straddling Chris on the couch. Putting her hand between her legs, she guided him into her pussy and sat down so that he was all the way inside her. She leaned forward, putting her tits in Chris's face and also exposing her asshole to Jeff, who was now standing behind her, cock aimed up her back door. Jeff pushed and Amy's ass accepted and now she had a cock lodged inside both her holes. She was in heaven. As the brothers moved to fuck her, she moved as well, basically fucking them as much as they were fucking her. She moaned, she screamed, she came so many times it sounded like one long orgasm. She was putting on quite a show, that is, if she had known she was putting on a show in the first place. At one point, Jeff pulled himself from out of Amy's ass and she removed Chris from her pussy. She stood up, turned around, repositioned herself on the couch and switched holes -- Chris was now in her ass, Jeff was now fucking her pussy. Amy was now going wild -- her body was shaking and bucking uncontrollably as the brothers pounded away at her. Her hands were working on herself too; with one hand she played with her pussy and with the other she pawed at her tits, twisting and tugging harshly at her nipples. Apparently one, or both, of the brothers had reached their breaking point because all action came to a halt. Jeff removed himself from Amy's pussy and she in turn stood up freeing Chris's cock from her ass. She slid off the couch and onto her knees in front of Jeff and took him into her mouth. Chris stood up and took a place next to his brother and Amy alternated cocks, sucking each in turn. While Amy was working on their dicks, the brothers had a brief conversation that we couldn't hear, only interpret -- they were deciding who was going to get to finish first. Jeff won (or lost, not sure which) because as Chris was gathering empty beer bottles and taking them into the house, Jeff lead Amy over to a large, overstuff chair. He had her get on her knees on the chair, facing away from him, and then bend over. This caused her ass to hang out over the edge of the chair and put her in the perfect position for the anal assault she was about to receive. I've honestly never seen, in real life, in porno's, nothing, anyone fuck someone as hard a Jeff fucked Amy in the ass then. He didn't so much as put his cock in her ass as he shoved himself inside her. And once he was in her, he grabbed her shoulders and used them to propel himself into her ass with amazing force. The slapping sound was so loud, even where we were sitting in the woods watching, that out entire group of voyeurs sat in utter disbelieving silence. At that rate, it didn't take Jeff long to reach his breaking point. With an exaggerated thrust and a loud grunt he emptied himself deep in Amy's ass. He held himself there for a while, his cock entirely in her ass, letting the last of his cum drip out into the depths of her. When he removed his cock it was covered in his cum so he did the logical thing; he moved next to Amy's face and shoved his cock inside her mouth. While she was occupied cleaning his prick, Jeff reached back to Amy's ass, stuck his fingers in her gaping hole and brought them back out coated with even more of his cum. When Amy finished cleaning his cock, Jeff stuck his fingers in her mouth and she licked them as greedily as she had his dick. "I wouldn't want to be the next guy who kisses her," someone in the clearing said and everyone laughed. Well, everyone but me because the way I figured it, I was the next person scheduled to do just that. As Jeff was finishing up his solo session with Amy, Chris came back in the room. He took Amy and led her from the chair to the couch where he laid her down on her back leaving her head hanging off the edge of the cushion. Amy opened her mouth and Chris put his cock between her lips and began face fucking her. Luckily he wasn't as violent to her throat as his brother had been to her ass or she may very well have stopped breathing. After ten or so minutes Chris pulled his prick free of Amy's mouth and began firing streams of cum all over her face and hair. He let loose an impressive amount of fluid which Amy tried to catch it in her mouth, but most of it just ended up on her. "I hear that's good for your skin," Drew joked, getting the last laugh of the day out of our group. Catching Amy "You've really never been with a man?" I said. "That is the conventional definition of a lesbian," Amy replied. We were drinking beer after work, like we did most night. She was on my couch, and I was in my chair across from her. "I mean, I just figured, there must have been a time before you knew you were a lesbian. You never got frisky in high school? Fooled around as a young co-ed?" She shrugged. "Even before I came out, guys just never paid that much attention to me. It used to bother me, but now I just wonder if even then I was somehow sending out subliminal dyke rays." We both laughed. I didn't really believe that guys had never paid attention to her, though. She was no ten, but she was cute: button-nose, heavy-lidded eyes, perfect smile. And her body -- well, when it wasn't hiding under frumpy clothes, it was round in all the right ways. "You mean to tell me that you've never done anything? Never kissed a dude? Felt a wang? Given a blowjob?" "No, no, and especially no." She lifted her arms behind her, stretching out. Her shirt pulled up, revealing a smooth stomach with a slight hint of roundness where it met her hips. She was wearing a sweater vest over a white dress shirt, and it made her breasts look very prominent. Suddenly my cock was interested in the situation. "Does it bother you?" I asked. "Not really. I'm a lesbian. Does it bother you that you've never been with another man?" I laughed. "That's not the same thing. I mean, you know I'm fine with gay people, but it's not, you know, the norm." She raised one of her eyebrows. "That came out wrong. I'm just saying that while I support people's right to be gay, I also don't believe I'm missing anything. A blowjob is a blowjob no matter who gives it, and a butthole feels like a butthole whether it belongs to a man or a woman. But a penis and a vagina are different from anything else, and biologically designed to make each other feel good. You've gotta be curious what that feels like." "It's not like I've never had anything in my pussy," she said. She emptied her beer and placed it on the table as she leaned forward. I could no longer see her midriff, but now I was looking down her shirt. The buttons above the low neck of her vest were undone, and I could see a fair amount of cleavage. "Yeah but even a dildo can't feel the same as a real cock." I leaned forward, too. We were staring at each other in an oddly serious way. Like we were appraising each other, maybe. Finally, she half-chuckled. "I suppose you're right. But I'll just have to die without knowing, I guess, cause I sure ain't gonna start dating men." "If you wanted, I'd fool around with you," I said. My voice came out quieter than I intended. "What?" she said. I spoke up louder. "I said, 'I'd fool around with you.'" She leaned over and playfully pushed me back into my chair. "Don't mess with me like that, dork." She was laughing, but I thought she might also be blushing. "I'm not messing with you. I'm serious." She saw my expression and stopped laughing. "You're serious." "I'm serious." "But, we're like, old friends." "Who better to have first time awkward sex with? I'll be loving, I'll be gentle, and I'll know from the outset that it can never be repeated." "You're serious." "And I'll understand why you don't think I'm hot naked." "You're actually serious." "You're just not a fan of the wang." "You're really, absolutely serious." "It's the best of both worlds. No-strings-attached sex with someone who cares about you." She stared at me. "Why?" "You're my friend, and I'd like to help you." She raised her eyebrow again. "And you're pretty hot." She laughed again, but it sounded different than before. She seemed to be thinking about it. She pursed her lips and squinted her eyes, like she was doing mental math. She stood up. She shifted her weight to her right leg and rubbed her left foot against the back of her calf. On her face, the mixture of curiosity and doubt was charming. Combined with her outfit, she looked almost school-girlish. She spoke: "How would we, um, start?" I stood up, too. We were facing each other, and standing a little closer than two friends normally stood. "Well, if you wanted, we could start with a kiss." "I think I might like that," she said, her voice so low it was almost a whisper. I leaned forward, brushing my lips against hers. I held them there for one second, then two. I pulled back, my face still directly in front of hers but our lips no longer touching. She tasted sweet, vaguely of Dr. Pepper. Maybe from her lip gloss. "That wasn't so bad," she said. I leaned forward again, kissing her longer. I let my lips part slightly, and she did, too. My tongue brushed against hers right at the entrance of her mouth. I pulled back again. We were both breathing heavily. "It's strange to kiss and feel stubble," she said. "I'm sorry, I haven't shaved since this morning." "It's ok. It's just, you know, different." We looked into each other's eyes. I moved to kiss her again. Her eyes closed, and she angled her head. We kissed again, our mouths opening. My tongue began to explore her. I brought my hands up and began to stroke the sides of her arms. I lightly scratched. Tentatively, she brought her hands down and placed them palm down against my pecs. That was all; she just held them there. I moved my arms behind her and brought her closer. I placed my hands against her back, lightly squeezing her. There was something I always enjoyed about this moment, when a woman is pressed against me and contained in my arms. Especially when it's the first time, when the woman is new to me and me to her. While we continued to make out, I let my hands slip under her shirt. The flesh of her back was warm to the touch, and I kneaded it between my fingers. I let my hands wander, one up toward her bra strap and the other forward to rub her stomach. I quickly unsnapped her bra. Her eyes flashed open, and she broke off our kiss. She looked surprised, but she did not move away. "Do you want to stop?" I asked. "No," she said. I kissed her forehead, and grabbed the bottom of her shirt. I lifted up, and she lifted her arms to help. Her vest, shirt, and bra all came off together. She was standing shirtless in front of me. I stared. My erection, which had been steadily growing while we had made out, lurched in my pants. She had nice full tits, not too big or too small, but a good handful that formed a respectable amount of cleavage. I had images of rubbing my cock between them. She had nice nipples, too -- not too pointy, but with large areola. She crossed her arms self-consciously. "I'm sorry," I said, finally remembering to look up. "Your turn, I guess," she said and reached for my shirt. She pulled it up the same way. I had a good upper body and tried to flex without looking like I was flexing. She looked at me, then crossed her arms and looked away again. She was blushing. I reached for her again and pulled her to me. Just before it was too late, she opened her arms and put them around me. I felt her tits pushing into me, two little pinpoints and a more diffuse feeling of soft coolness. Her kissing had regained some hesitance. We moved our lips together for a bit before she opened her mouth again and put her tongue out. She ran it slowly along my lips, then wiggled it in my mouth. I let my hands start wandering again. I started with her back, tracing idle patterns, and slowly let them converge forward. I rested my right hand in the small curve under her arm and next to her breast. I felt her breath sharply, then she slowly lifted the arm farther to allow me easier access. I slid my hand to her breast, gently cupping it. She let out a soft moan. I slowly felt the contours of her breast. I ran my fingers along its outer curve, then traced inward in ever smaller circles until I was rubbing the palm of my hand against her nipple. She pulled me closer. I gripped her breast in my entire hand, squeezing gently. I let my other hand come forward to her other breast, so that now I was feeling both. I squeezed and tickled with both. I broke our kiss so that I could lean close to her ear. "I have to put them in my mouth," I whispered. "Ok," she said. I kissed a trail down her neck to her chest. I kissed the space on her sternum between her breasts, then moved over to her breast. I nibbled and kissed. She gasped when I took her nipple into my mouth. She fell back into sitting on the couch. I followed her down, kneeling in front of her. My hands roamed on her body, caressing her breasts and abdomen and running along her legs. I undid the clasp of her skirt and pulled it off of her. She was wearing white panties, and slowly she relaxed her legs so that I could see the outline of her black muff. I went back to kissing, letting my mouth move along the seam of her panties, then brushing against her inner thigh. Slowly, I moved my mouth until it was just over her pussy. I lifted her panties aside and gave her a gentle lick. Her pussy lips were tightly closed, but they did have a sheen on them from her excitement. Her pubic hair was closely-cropped. She looked, smelled, and tasted good. I licked harder, letting my tongue move between the furrows of her pussy lips. I slowly began to rotate my tongue. She fidgeted on the couch, pushing her pubis against me. She giggled slightly. "That feels good," she said, breathily. "But, um, getting my pussy eaten is not exactly new to me." I laughed, too, and sat up. "You saying I don't eat pussy as good as another girl can?" "I'm saying that maybe you should take out your cock." It didn't take me long to stand up and shuck off my jeans. I stood in front of her in my boxers, enjoying a little sense of drama and wanting some tension to build before I showed her my cock. I liked the sight of her below me, her breasts and her legs and her skin. She looked up at me shyly, her legs crossed underneath her. She was still wearing socks. I shoved my boxers down and stepped out of them. My cock stuck straight out, bobbing a little, as if nodding hello. "So that's a cock," she said. I nodded. She bit her upper lip. "It's bigger than I imagined." I smiled. She kept looking up to me and then back at my cock and then up at me again, as if there were some unseen tennis game going on between my two heads. "Do you want to touch it?" "Ok." She tentatively reached out her hand. She brushed her index finger along the side of my shaft so lightly that I could barely feel it. "Don't worry, you won't hurt me." "Ok." She rubbed three fingers along my shaft, harder this time. She ran them from back to front, ending by squeezing my head a little. I moaned slightly. "The head is the most sensitive part," I said. She rubbed her fingers along it again, catching some of my precum. She looked less nervous and more clinical, like a scientist with some new kind of specimen. "It's winking at me." "It likes you." She continued to run her fingers and palm around my cock, not stroking so much as petting, but it still felt good. She brought up her other hand to squeeze my balls. "So these are testicles." I nodded. "They're smaller than I imagined." "Hey!" I said, twisting my hips from side to side so that my cock waggled at her. It slapped lightly against her cheek. She laughed. "Hey yourself! Watch it with that thing." She wrapped her hand around my cock palm up, just below the head. She angled it all around, like a joy stick. "Do you want to try putting it in your mouth?" I asked. I hoped my voice didn't sound too hopeful. She grimaced briefly, but then tried to pretend that she hadn't. "Ok," she said. Like someone agreeing to try an exotic but gross-sounding dish, like snail or chocolate covered grasshopper. She opened her mouth, forming an "o" with her lips, and leaned forward. The tip of my cock disappeared into her mouth. She looked up at me. She looked hot with a cock in her mouth. But she had not brought her lips together or put her tongue on me. I didn't feel much. "Would you suck on me a little bit?" She seemed to steel herself. Her lips came together on my cock. I sighed as the warm, wet, softness coalesced around my cock. I pushed forward with my hips, so that the entire head of my cock disappeared into her mouth. Her eyebrows shot up in surprise, but she didn't stop. She sucked me like a straw. It wasn't the best blowjob ever, but it felt pretty good. I tried to be encouraging. "That feels really good, Amy." I withdrew slightly and then pushed forward again, humping her mouth. "You're really good at this." She smiled, as much as someone can with a cock in her mouth, anyway. I pushed a little faster and let a little more of my cock enter her mouth. Still less than two inches, but more than just my head. She had been breathing loudly through her nostrils, but after the seventh or eighth stroke, she pulled off my cock, gasping. I guess blowjob breathing is a learned skill. Some saliva dripped down her mouth. "You taste kinda salty," she said. "Some girls like the taste." Her face looked doubtful, but she didn't press the issue. "You look really hot," I said. "Thanks." "Can I fuck you?" She looked into my eyes as she stood up. Her voice was very small when said, "Ok." She pulled down her panties and stepped out of them. I kissed her again. Slowly, we fell to the floor. She rolled on to her back, and I moved on top of her. My cock rubbed against her stomach, her legs, through the groove of her pussy. "Put it in me," she said. I lined up my cock. The head nestled between her pussy lips. I began to ease my weight into it. It sank in easier than I thought it would for a virgin. She sighed. My cock was completely in her. I lay against her, her breath in my ears, feeling her body against mine and my cock in her pussy. She wrapped her arms and legs around me. I pushed up onto my elbows. I moved my hips back, then thrust forward again. I was fucking her. Her pussy felt good, and it made me extra hot to know I was her first, and probably the only guy ever, to get to feel her pussy. I liked how her breasts jiggled as I fucked her, and how her skin became more flushed and her hair more tousled. I tried rotating my cock. "Do you like that?" I asked. She hmmmed. I tried different rhythms. Slow, slow, fast, fast, slow, fast, slow, slow. "Do you like that?" I asked. She hmmmed again. Her eyes were closed, a small Mona Lisa smile on her lips. A light layer of perspiration coated both our bodies. "Do you want to try a different position?" I asked. I was humping her pretty regularly now, and I was already feeling close. "Go ahead and finish," she said. I frowned slightly, but started fucking her even harder. I was banging into her now, my cock pummeling her pussy with abandon. I could feel my orgasm building up within me. "Are you ready for my cum?" I asked. She nodded, still not opening her eyes. I felt it start deep within me. I slammed in to the hilt, feeling my cock begin to spasm. Jet after jet of cum rocketed out of me. I felt four spurts, my body trembling, all attention focused on my cock. I collapsed next to her as my orgasm subsided. We lay silently for a while. Her hands began to travel around her body, slowly and sensually. I couldn't tell if it was because she was still turned on and it felt good, or if she was checking to make sure everything was still there "What did you think?" I asked. "It was nice," she said, "but I think I'm going to stick with women." She ran a finger in her pussy, then brought it up to our eye-level. It was covered in a gooey mixture of my cum and her lube. "Less messy, for one thing." We both smiled, too tired to laugh. Catching Amy As Chris and Jeff helped Amy to her feet and gave her a towel to clean up with, we grabbed our coolers and made our way as silently as possible back up the wooded path to our vehicles. Once we were back on the road Drew asked me, "So what did you think about our entertainment?" "Definitely entertaining," I replied. "That wasn't the first time that girl had been there?" "Oh no, she's been there regularly for about the last month." I did some quick mental calculations. Each Sunday for, oh, about the past month, Amy had had something to do on Sunday afternoon. Visit her mom, shopping with a friend, going out for a run. None of which I now knew, was true. She was out getting DP'd by two brothers while a pack of horny guys watched it happen. Drew must have sensed I was deep in thought. "You ok man?" "Yeah, know..." I said trying to play it off, "Just thinking back to the good old days when I knew girls who would let me do that to them." "I hear that!" Drew said holding up his beer can, "Cheers to that!" Once he had dropped me off at my car and we had said 'good bye' and 'see you next week' I got in and just drove around for a while, trying to decide just how to deal with what I had just seen. Like I said, Amy was a whore, but that still didn't mean I had to be happy with her cheating on me. Then it hit me, and I knew just how to deal with the situation. I went home and Amy's car was in the driveway. When I got in the house she was sitting on the couch, her hair wet from just having showered. I guess she wanted to get the cum out of her hair before I came home and inquired about the new conditioner she was using. She stood up and came over to me to kiss me. When I pulled away she just looked at me. "Don't kiss me," I said. "You have dick on your breath." Instantly all the color drained out of her face and her jaw dropped. She looked like I had just punched her in the stomach. Without warning I pulled her down to the ground and basically tore her sweatpants off of her. I pushed her on her stomach and shoved her legs apart. I could see her asshole, all stretched and gaping from her encounter not more than an hour ago. I had never been so turned on in my life, which I decided was a very odd way to feel about what had happened. But I didn't have time to dwell on that just now; my cock was rock hard and her asshole was primed and ready. I rammed myself into her and did my best to give her the second hardest ass fucking experience of her life.