1 comments/  13106 views/  6 favorites

A Weekend To Remember

By: RjThoughts



This is a confession. It's not mine, but that of a very close friend. She gave me permission to share it with people on Literotica. Of course, I changed names, dates, and character descriptions.

*****

It was the summer of 1988. I was married but my husband was with his brothers in Massachusetts on a fishing boat, leaving me alone for a month. He knew I was bisexual. He knew I was submissive. He didn't know I was going to spend a weekend with my Mistress and her husband up at their summer camp/cabin near Lake George.

I was 24 and full of desire and willingness to please her. I had very few hard limits - no gun and blood play, no knives, no scat. She knew I was going to be alone and informed me that she was having a weekend with some friends up at her cabin and wondered if I had time to accompany her and her husband. I told her that I did and would love to be there. She gave me the directions and commanded I arrive before seven in the morning. When I asked her what I should wear and bring to wear, she just smiled. I took that as a command that I was not to wear anything.

I followed her orders: I arrived at her nice large log A-Frame by 6:30 AM. There was just one car around, one belonging to Mistress. I parked away from it and pulled out my bag of toiletries. 

"Excuse me," she called out from the porch. "You're wearing clothes."

"Sorry," I said loudly. I removed my shoes, shorts, blouse, bra and panties, put them in the car. 

"You can wear shoes and flip-flops," she added before I left the car. I thanked her. I put my shoes back on and grabbed my flip-flops. I saw her husband smile at me from behind her. She approved of how I looked.

Mistress was Candace Norwood, a 53-year-old woman I met while working in a law office. I was a secretary and she was a client. She came in on a hot summer's morning, angry at the world. I smiled and her emotion changed.

She came to my desk and looked at me, into my soul. Her big blue eyes were warm and somewhat erotic. She put her purse on my desk and placed both hands on top. She leaned into me and smiled. "Thank you."

I looked up at her, confused as to why she would thank me. I hadn't done anything, just looked at her and smiled. 

"My name's Mrs. Candace Norwood. I have an appointment with Mr. Childers. Could you be a dear and tell him I've arrived."

There was something in the way she spoke to me. Something inside of me knew immediately that she was a Dominant. I had been with female Dominants before but none had an immediate effect on me like Mrs. Norwood. 

I picked up the phone and told Mr. Childers that Mrs. Norwood had arrived. He had me send her in immediately.

"He'll see you," I told her. She smiled and walked away, leaving her purse. I turned to tell her what she had done, but she just shook her head. I took it and put it under my desk, next to mine.

She came out an hour later and appeared at my desk, asking for her purse. When I leaned to get it, she corrected me. "A good submissive of mine gets on all fours."

I didn't need to hear it twice and did as instructed. I had a rush of excitement over come me. I was wet. I popped my head up, looked over the top at her. She smiled and told me to meet her for lunch. We discussed my submitting to her. 

She settled me into a small room, just a twin bed, dresser, nightstand and lamp. I put my stuff away and went to her. I assumed my position at her feet: Sitting on my haunches and awaited direction.

"You're going to be used by me and others," She told me in a motherly tone. "I know I've never shared you before, but this weekend, you will be."

I looked up at her and was ready to ask her by whom, but she anticipated it. "A few of my closest friends, ones I've known since grade school. They know I am into the Lifestyle and have heard of you." 

Mistress petted my head and continued. "I've given them permission to use you as they like, but within the set limits you've told me. They won't hurt you."

Given permission, I spoke. "Thank you, Mistress. May I ask if I will be fucked by men as well?"

She thought for a moment before answering. "Yes, by my husband, but only if he behaves." He looked at her and shook her head. "If my best friend brings her boy-toy, you'll fuck him and his big dick."

Inwardly, I hoped the man would come. I did love big cock. "Thank you, Mistress."

She put her hand on my chin and forced me to look up. "You know I won't hurt you or allow them to do so. If, at any time, you feel uncomfortable with what's going on, you tell me and I'll stop it." She exhaled and continued. "I do love you, Little One. I enjoy your body and I don't want anything to happen to it."

I smiled and thanked her. Her husband got up and asked if she wanted any breakfast of coffee. She told him to make her and I coffee.

"We'll have it on the back porch," she told him.

At 10, the first one of her friends arrived, a woman Mistress' age. She was Miss Phoebe, a high school English teacher and a good, close friend of my Mistress. 

"Come over here and let me get a good look at you," she commanded. I did as told. She took my chin in her hand and had me look into her blue eyes. "I hear that you lick pussy whenever and where ever commanded. I will test that later." She reached down and kissed me on the lips. Hers were soft like Mistress' lips. She smiled at me and reached down with a hand. She touched my pussy lightly. 

"You're wet already," she cooed. "Good, I like that." She brought her finger to her mouth and tasted. "And you're sweet."

"Show Phoebe to her room," Mistress commanded. I bowed and took the bag from her friend's hand. I brought her up to one of the two guest rooms on the second floor. I opened the door and waited for Miss Phoebe to enter before I did. I placed her bag on a chair and turned to leave. She put a hand on my shoulder, keeping me in the room.

She whispered. "Between just you and I, do you really like being submissive to women?"

I didn't hesitate. "Yes, Miss Phoebe, I do."

She smiled broadly. "Is Candace the oldest woman you've been with?"

"No, Miss Phoebe, she's not."

She kissed me on the forehead. "I'll use you in a bit, have you eat me. It's been so long since I've had an orgasm. I have to freshen up some and get out of my clothes."

"I'll be around, just call for me." I left the bedroom and walked down stairs.

Mistress called to me, another woman standing by her side. "Little One, when you have a moment."

I slid up to her, went to my knees, and spoke. "Yes Mistress."

She introduced me to her friend Jennifer, a woman that was striking in her looks, and had an air of confidence that was equal to that Mistress had. Her smile was broad and warm, but something in her dark brown eyes made me take pause. Her eyes looked at me with desire, or was it lust? Whichever emotion it was, I knew I was going to enjoy.

"Take her to her room," Mistress commanded. I leaned over to pick up Miss Jennifer's luggage. I felt a warm hand on my bottom as I did.

"You're right," she began. "Her ass is perfect for smacking." She didn't finish the sentence before I felt the sting of her hand.

I yelped, but kept quiet. Mistress expected me to accept all spankings without comment, just soft moans. I couldn't help the yelp, since it was unexpected. I picked her bags up and walked to the stairs. I waited for her to follow me. A man had joined her.

Mistress spoke to me, "This is Simon. He's my friend's toy. Don't worry, my dear, you won't be submitting to him, but you might be asked to clean up Jennifer after they fuck."

I smiled: It had been a while since I had cleaned up a cream pie. 

"I think she likes that idea," Miss Jennifer said. She grabbed my ass and pushed me towards the stairs. "Bring me to my room."

"Yes Miss Jennifer." I carried her bags and quickly made my way up to the second floor. She and her Simon followed close behind. I arrived at their room and opened the door.

Her boy toy smiled and took the luggage from me. "We have it from here." He followed her into the bedroom and closed the door. I stood for a moment, unsure of what to do next. Mistress' voice left me without doubt.

"Come down here, I need my cunt licked."

"Yes Mistress," I called out as I bound down the steps. I rushed to find her. She wasn't inside the cabin. I slid open the glass doors that led to the porch. I found her, laying on a chaise lounge, a towel under her, her legs spread wide.

"Eat me bitch," she commanded.

I dropped to my knees in front of the chaise and crawled up, kissing her flesh as I did. I looked into her eyes and saw the twinkle I grew to know meant I was doing well. 

The skin on her inner thigh was creamy and soft. She moaned as my mouth touched her. She grabbed my hair and pulled me up.

"I sat eat!"

I put my lips on her wet, well-trimmed pussy and forced my tongue out and into her. She didn't moan: she took my hair and pulled it. I felt a surge flow through me. My breath was lost. I didn't stop to pleasure myself: My needs were secondary to hers. 

"Come eat it like you mean it," she commanded. Never wanting to disappoint Her, I placed my hands behind her ass and pulled her closer to me. She finally moaned, showing pleasure in what I was doing. Inwardly, I smiled: I loved to please and pleasure Mistress.

Mistress lay on her lounge, her breathing slowly returning to her. I stood and wanted to return inside; I needed something to drink. Miss Phoebe blocked my path.

"I love the way you get into your work," she joked. 

To me, it wasn't a joke: it was the truth. I knew my place in the Lifestyle, just someone's young lesbian submissive, but I did love what I did and was going to do. Mistress was kind and caring. She would never hurt me, not physically or emotionally. I knew she was unusual in the BDSM world, but that's why I loved her.

I demurred and looked down. "Thank you," I cooed to Miss Phoebe. 

She put a hand on my chin and lifted my head. "I could use you soon, but I need to get something to eat. I'm famished." 

"It's understandable." I looked to Mistress. She was resting, her eyes closed. I smiled in her direction and followed Miss Phoebe into the kitchen. I needed something to drink.

"How long have you been with her?" she asked.

I reached into the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of beer, one Mistress knew I'd like to have ice cold. "I've been her submissive for a year. " I took a sip and found a towel to sit on.

"Where did she find you?"

I looked at her and smiled. "She found me at a 'play party.' I was there as an unattached submissive, having been released by my previous Master when His wife decided He could no longer play."

"That's interesting. I've never seen any unattached subs at parties I've attended." She walked towards me, her smile somewhat evil. "If I had seen you before she did, I would have made you mine."

She reached out, ran her fingers through my hair, and leaned into me. She whispered, "You would have been delicious."

I took a step back and looked towards the door. "But you didn't. Mistress did."

Miss Phoebe smiled at me a retreated a few steps. "That she did." She inhaled deeply. "I am going to use you later."

"I know that, Miss Phoebe. I hope Mistress gave you a copy of my guidelines. I have hard limits and will never cross them."

"Yes she did. She told me to not push you on your limits, that I should just enjoy you." 

I smiled and gave her a hug. "I'm glad that you understand."

"Yes, I do. I know that you're not mine, and I have to treat you as I'm allowed." She kissed my forehead. "But make no mistake; I know I don't have to be gentle."

A wry smile came to my face. "I know, but you can't leave marks or give me bruises." 

Her eyes widened. "It would be a pleasure to leave some welts on your fine ass."

"But I do not like them," I interrupted. Mistress would have punished me, most likely with orgasm withholding or being humiliated publicly, but Miss Phoebe wasn't Mistress.

She spoke softly. "I understand." She gave me a welcome small smile and asked, "May I ask why you don't like marks and bruises?"

I answered her quickly: it no longer bothered me. "My father would spank my sisters and I all the time, leaving bruises and marks. It wasn't done out of love. He would send us to school with our legs bruised and cut."

"I am so sorry." 

"I'm over it. He was a fucking bastard that hated us for not being boys." I sighed and took a large gulp of beer. I smiled and looked at the half-finished amber. "It took a lot of therapy and loving from Mistress to help me get over it." 

She nodded and smiled. "That's great. I promise I'll follow your guidelines and not push them."

I thanked her, took my beer with me, and headed to the lake beach. There was a chaise lounge on the sand with my name on it.

I had a book next to the chaise and read some before I finished the beer. I was unsure, should I get another and keep reading or see if my Mistress was awake? I grabbed the empty bottle and stood, ready to get another but stop. I saw Gerald, Mistress' husband, approaching. He was smiling and holding one of my beers.

"She thought you could use another," he told me. 

"She doesn't want me?"

He shook his head. "She's in bed, resting. She told me that you wore her out."

I smiled broadly and accepted the beer. "Thank you." I took a sip and asked, "Did she tell you if I had any other tasks?"

He shook his head. "The only thing she said was for you to rest up and relax." 

I thanked him again and returned to my reading.

"Come with me," Mistress told me after dinner. I followed her up to the master bedroom, my eyes looking down at my feet. She stopped at the threshold, allowed me to go in first. She closed the door. She sat me on her bed and joined me. 

"You know that you can refuse my friends, without fear of consequence," she told me.

I thanked her and asked why she told me this.

"Phoebe wants to uses your ass as a whipping post."

I felt my pussy become wet: It had been a long time since I had endured a good leather spanking. Mistress hadn't pounded me in a long time: she was afraid that she'd mark and scar me. However, from what she told me, her friend was an expert with it. 

"I know Mistress. I will remember that." I took a deep breath and spoke. "What if she refuses to listen to me?"

"Then I would deal with him." Anger and reassurance showed on Mistress' face. It made me feel protected. 

"Thank you," I whispered. She hugged and held me tight. Mistress realized me and headed out of the room. At the threshold, she stopped and turned to me.

"I won't allow anyone to hurt you or do anything that you do not wish to perform. Your hard limits are just that, hard and absolute."

I questioned her reasons for being overly protective now. She smiled and shook her head. "I just want you to be happy."

I interjected, "Pleasing you makes me happy." 

She returned to me and kissed my forehead. She put her hand on my cheek and smiled. "That's why I love you," she cooed before leaving me in her bedroom.

I sat for a few moments, smiling that I had a Mistress that cared for me. I stood in anticipation to leaving, when Miss Phoebe walked in. She had removed her clothing, showing me her body. I was astonished how well she had hidden the size of her breasts. They were large.

She must have seen me lick my lips. "You're not the only one that's thought they were delicious," she cooed. 

I noticed she carried a black leather whip and held a riding crop in her hand. She closed the door and smiled. "Your guidelines say you love hard ass play," she told me. 

I squirmed on the bed, knowing what was to come.

She placed the whip next to me and flashed a devilish smile. "Do you believe leather will touch your ass?" 

I nodded slowly.

She held the crop up for my inspection. The mere thought of it stinging my ass or other places made me wet.

"I've been told that you like this used on your ass, against your breasts, and especially on your pussy. Is that true?"

I nodded quickly: I couldn't hold back my excitement. Miss Phoebe leaned in and kissed the top of my head. "Lay on your stomach," she commanded sweetly. 

She didn't need to repeat herself. I slipped fully onto Mistress' bed and lay on my stomach. I tried not to think of what was to come: I stayed still and did not squirm. 

"Tell me how this feels?" she asked. She placed some leather across my calves and slowly brought it up my legs. 

I inhaled sharply: leather makes me so horny. 

"Tell me how this feels," she whispered. "Be honest with me."

"It feels wonderful," I quickly answered. It was difficult for me to stay still, not grind into the bed. 

"I know where you want to feel it next." She moved it up to my ass, moving it across my naked flesh. Punishment would come to me if I moved: I stayed still. I bit my lip. I controlled my breathing, not allowing her to hear me gasp.

"Do you like this?" she asked. Miss Phoebe unfurled the lashes and ran them across the tops of my thighs and ass. I nodded.

"Would you like to feel its sting, Lauren?"

I nodded. 

"Tell me what you want done."

"I would like Miss Phoebe to use my ass as she fits. I would love for Miss Phoebe to use her whip on my ass."

"If that is what you wish," she spoke. She didn't allow me to ready myself. 

The sting of the leather across my ass flesh was exquisite, a feeling that always made me instantly wet. I stayed still, didn't move, and waited for another bite from her whip.

The second one hit my left cheek, harder but so deftly. I gasped at the nip. I let out a small but audible moan.

"I see you like that." She hit the right one as hard as the left. The bite felt wonderful. I put my face into Mistress' sheets and groaned. 

Miss Phoebe gave me two more bites before stopping to touch her handy work. Her naked hand against my ass was wonderful. She increased the pain. I pushed back against her hand: I wanted it to hurt more.

"Don't worry, Lauren, I'll make it hurt," she answered my unasked plea.

Miss Phoebe leaned into my ear and licked it. "Would you like me to feel how wet you are?"

I nodded quickly.

"Spread your legs," she commanded. I opened them as wide as I could. Without warning, she ran a hand over my pussy. "You are wet."

I wanted to scream for her to insert something inside, a finger, the crop handle, the whip handle, a brush handle, anything. I knew better: I kept quiet.

She stung me again, harder; my ass felt the leather across both cheeks. I released a soft, "Oh God," in answer to the pain.

Miss Phoebe whipped me repeatedly. I moaned and didn't care if allowed to or not. She hit me twice more before stopping. She gently caressed my flesh, allowed her fingers to touch my lips. 

I pushed back against her. She slapped my ass. "Don't," she harshly said.

I gave a weak apology.

She ran something hard against my pussy. "Is this what you'd love inside of you? Would the submissive like that?"

I whimpered, "Yes, please Miss Phoebe."

I felt a hard leather handle pressed against my wet opening. I resisted the feeling to push against it, to have it enter faster. Miss Phoebe slowly entered me, teasing me. I want her to fuck me with it, to put it in and fuck me. I wanted her to leave it in while she whipped my ass, make me cry with pleasurable pain. I wanted so much.

"Does this feel good?" she asked, slowly pushing the crop in to me.

"Uh huh," I mumbled.

"Do you want more?"

I nodded quickly. "Yes Miss Phoebe."

I felt the handle inside of me, five inches at least. It was making my head swim with pleasure. She slowly withdrew a few inches before pushing it back. 

I wanted to scream for her to use me, fuck my cunt with it. I wanted to tell her to leave it and hit me hard with the whip. I was to the point where if she left marks on my ass, I wouldn't complain. 


A Weekend To Remember



Sensing I was close to losing control, Miss Phoebe stopped fucking me and left the handle inside. "The submissive needs this," she said before stinging my naked as flesh with several blows of leather.

"Does the submissive wish to orgasm?" she asked.

I nodded, biting my bottom lip.

Three bites from her whip made me scream into the bed. I could hold any longer. "May I cum, Miss Phoebe?"

"Not yet pretty girl." Two more leather stings met my ass.

I screamed. I begged her to fuck me. I pleaded to her to fuck my ass with something.

I heard her move. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her look on Mistress' dresser. She found what she wanted quickly and returned to me.

"This might be cool," she told me before touching my asshole with something cold and slippery. She inserted her finger in me. I moaned and grabbed the bedcovers. I arched my back and pushed against her finger. She slowly withdrew some of her digit before returning. She added a second, making me scream again.

"Fuck, let me cum," I begged her.

She answered me with a hand slap to my ass, her slap making the whip marks hurt more and pleasurably. "Ask me again."

"May this unworthy submissive orgasm?"

Miss Phoebe leaned in and spoke. "God yes you fucking cunt, cum for Miss Phoebe. Scream out my name. Let everyone know who's in charge of your ass."

I screamed. I screamed her name. I screamed she controlled my ass. I screamed that she was great. I screamed my orgasm.

She let me collapse, allowed me to catch my breath. She removed her fingers, but left the handle in me.

Her lips against the back of my neck let me know I was safe and wanted. "You're a great bitch," she whispered. "When you catch your breath, you're going to eat my cunt."

I closed my eyes for a moment and tried to regain my composure. Miss Phoebe knew which buttons to push on me, to bring me to such an orgasm. I could feel her sting on my ass; it throbbed and I loved it.

She removed the crop and had me turn over to my back. I looked up at her. She looked delicious; a little moisture surrounded her pussy lips. Her nipples were hard and long. She climbed onto the bed and straddled me. She leaned down, her breasts almost to my mouth.

"Would you like to suck on these?" she teased.

I reached up with my mouth but she pushed me back down. She shook her head.

"Don't be impatient," she scolded. She pushed herself up and wrapped her hands on her breasts. "Tell me, submissive, do you like my tits?"

I had to be honest: I told her they were fucking hot. She smiled broadly and moaned. She rubbed her palms over her nipples.

"Can I please suck your nipples?" I asked.

She shook her head and told me, "Not yet." She released her breasts and turned around. She placed her pussy in my face.

"Lick," she commanded before lowering herself. I put my hands on her ass and plunged my tongue into her wetness. 

Miss Phoebe let me work her pussy without direction. I moved my tongue in and out of her, fucking her. She sat up a few times, my nose going into her asshole. She loved that but couldn't stay long in that position.

I brought her to the edge more times than I counted. She wouldn't push against my mouth when she was at the edge of orgasm, rather she would allow me to do what I wanted. I felt her cum twice, heard her scream my name once.

When she wanted me to stop, Miss Phoebe rolled off me and collapsed on the bed.

I walked down to the kitchen and Mistress was waiting. She handed me a beer and turned me around to inspect my ass. 

"She did a good job on it," she told me. "It more than likely won't leave marks beyond Monday."

"If it does, I won't complain." I took a swig of beer and walked to the couch. I slinked down and smiled at her. I rolled onto my side and showed her my ass, "Do you want to kiss and make better?"

"You're terrible," she chuckled. 

"I know." I took another sip before rubbing my ass flesh. It stung, but the pain felt good.

"You do need my attention," she said. She came over and kissed the top of my head before leaving. I heard her bathroom faucet run. She returned a few minutes later, holding a wet washcloth and disinfectant spray.

"I won't be gentle," she quipped before applying the cloth. She didn't kid: she was harsh and it hurt. I didn't complain: she knew I loved pain. When she applied the spray, I stifled a moan: it felt so good.

She hugged me and whispered in my ear, "You're the best submissive ever." She kissed my cheek and left to talk with her husband. 

I leaned on my side and tried to rest, tried to regain my strength because I knew the women would be using me later in the evening. I closed my eyes and thought I would drift off for a few minutes.

I thought I had been asleep for a few moments when I felt a hand on my shoulder. The sun had gone down, the only light in the living room was on, and a fire in the fireplace was smoldering, not roaring as Mistress loved. I looked and saw Miss Jennifer's nude body silhouetted against the light and felt my pussy stir. I don't know why it did, but the way she looked made my body respond.

Perhaps it was her body. Her breasts were large, perfectly backlit. I wanted to reach up and grab them, put my face between them, and kiss. I wanted to feel the weight of them in my hands. 

"Are you okay?" she asked softly. Her voice, so tenderly and motherly, caused me to sigh.

"I'll take that as a yes."

"Take it any way you want," I moaned. She fell to her knees and took my face into her hands. 

"You're so loveable," she whispered before her mouth met my lips. I parted my mouth slightly. Her tongue met mine, and electricity ran through my body. I let out a moan.

She broke the embrace and pushed back slightly. "Does the submissive like my kiss?"

"Yes she does," I answered quickly and honestly. 

"Good," she sighed. She stood and held out her hand. I took it. She led me to her room.

Simon was naked, his hairless body exposed to me. I looked at his cock: It was large despite being flaccid. I admitted to myself that if asked I would let it enter my pussy. He smiled and invited me to join him on the bed. Miss Jennifer squeezed my hand harder.

"Sit your ass in the chair and watch." She directed me to a chair in the corner of the room. I nodded and did as directed. 

Miss Jennifer slid onto the bed and immediately took his cock in her hand. She gently stroked it. Simon put his hand on the back of her head and pushed her down towards his ever-growing cock. She didn't resist; Miss Jennifer slithered down onto his hardness.

The myth that black men have large cocks was never true with the ones I met before: one even had the smallest dick I ever touched. Simon made the myth true: hard he looked nine inches easily. Miss Jennifer worked on his cock, licked it and sucked on it, got it wet. 

"Watch this," she whispered to me. She held his cock up and slowly impaled herself on it. I heard her gasp as her pussy swallowed his entire length.

"Yeah bitch," Simon said. He thrust his hips forward, sending Miss Jennifer upwards.

"Grab my tits," she commanded. He reached up and squeezed them.

"Grab them like you mean it. Make them hurt."

I saw his hands close tighter on her breasts. I heard her groan and saw her bite her bottom lip. 

"Bitch loves it," he said to me. "She loves pain."

My legs opened automatically: I love watching people fuck. Instinctively, a hand reached to my wet pussy and a finger slipped in. I watched as he pulled at her breasts, twisted them, and pinched her nipples. 

A couple more hard thrusts caused her to moan loudly. "Come on Bitch, say you love it," Simon grunted. 

"Yes I love it," she whispered. She tried to lean back, but he pulled her back by her tits. I moaned at the thought of the pain that must have caused.

I slipped another finger inside of the wet pussy and began to massage my clit with my other hand. I gasped when I saw his cock enter and exit her, piston her wet cunt. I wanted to be her, to feel that big cock in me.

"Yes Simon, fuck me hard," she screamed.

I thought the same thing, imaged him fucking me. I worked my fingers faster into my cunt. I heard the wet, sloppy sound from them. The more I watched them, the more explosive I knew my orgasm was going to be.

"You're going to eat the cream pie," Simon told me. 

I hissed out a yes as I continued to fuck myself. He smiled at me and turned back to Miss Jennifer. He shoved his cock in her hard, caused her to scream his name.

I didn't want to wait for him to cum inside of her. I wanted to lick her as his cock entered Miss Jennifer. I wanted to feel his big hard black cock on my lips. I wanted to do so much against my limits, both hard and soft. I wanted to be a "bad girl," so I would be punished. I knew Mistress would have strapped me, flogged me, for doing it. I fingered myself quicker just thinking of her using leather against my ass. 

"Oh shit," Simon called out.

"God give it to me," Miss Jennifer screamed. "Shoot your hot load in me."

I put my left hand on my clit and rubbed. I had three fingers on my right inside of me. I wanted to scream out an orgasm, to tell them to fuck harder, for him to fill her so I could lick out all the deliciousness out of her. 

Simon couldn't speak: He just shot his cum deep in her. Miss Jennifer fell onto him, all her energy gone. He pushed her off and looked at me. I still had both hands working.

"Want to clean me?" he whispered.

I wanted to stop masturbating and take his cock into my mouth, taste their juices mixed, but Mistress would not have approved. I had no permission to do this. I had to wait for Mistress to allow it.

I shook my head but continued to fuck and rub myself. 

He sounded disappointed. "You don't have to tell anyone," he said. He began to move off the bed, but I saw Miss Jennifer grab his arm.

"No Simon," she said. "She's not for you to use. I can. You know the rules." 

He pulled away from her and stepped towards me. "No," I screamed. I stood and moved to the door. 

"Get out of here," Miss Jennifer commanded me.

"Thank you," I said before leaving them and going to my room. 

"You can fucking leave," I heard her say before she slammed the door.

Mistress knocked on the half-opened door and waited for me to invite her in. I had most of my clothing packed and on the bed.

"You don't have to leave," she offered in apology.

"I know, but I think it is best. My being here has caused friction between you and your friend."

"Nonsense!" She was angry: her face turned red. She walked to me and sat me onto the bed. "You had nothing to do with them." She put her hand on my chin and lifted it up. She looked into my eyes and smiled.

"The problem has been dealt with. He's gone. My husband's taking him to his apartment, with explicit instructions to never darken my life again, and that included contacting Jennifer." 

She took my hand in hers and stroked my face with the other. "You're special to me, and I'll never allow any harm come to you."

"Thank you," I whispered not sure, whether or not that was the correct thing to say. 

She looked directly at me and leaned in. Her kiss on my lips was welcomed and needed, more reassuring than a mother's hug during a thunderstorm. Mistress ended the embrace and held my face in her hands. "It's going to be better, Little One. I promise you that."

I leaned into her and hugged. "Thank you, Mistress."

She kissed the top of my head and put me at arms' length. "Now, you rest up. I want you fresh and ready for tomorrow. I suspect you'll be ready for some attention."

I nodded and pushed back onto my bed. I knew I needed to relax, to get the last ounces of anger from my emotions. Mistress stood and silently left the bedroom. She softly closed the door and left me alone.

I lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling, and wondered what she had in mind for me in the morning. Was I going to service her? I'd love that. Was I going to be a plaything for her friends? After the latest events, I wasn't sure I'd like that.

My mind wandered further, several odd and funny scenarios came to my imagination before I fell asleep.

The sunrise was beautiful the next morning: Mistress had awakened me gently. We sat on the porch and watched the dawn's orange and yellow remove the dark blues of the night and my mood. 

She whispered to me as we grabbed our coffees, "Don't let that asshole get to you today." As I sat and viewed the sun come over the eastern woods, I knew she was right: I wasn't going to let him get to me and ruin my sexual fun.

Mistress told me that she had nothing planned: She was going to allow things to happen organically, naturally. She sat next to me on the lounge chair and pulled me closer. She whispered, "Precious, nothing bad is going to happen to you. I promise you that."

I always felt warm and safe in her arms, and believed her words whenever I was close to her. I knew that nothing bad was going to happen to me. I cuddled into her body, knowing it was going to be a good day.

Mistress hugged my shoulder, kissed the top of my head, and sighed. "I am so sorry about last night. I didn't know, no one knew, how that piece of shit would react to you."

I shook my head and told her it was okay, since he was gone. I didn't tell her that it shook me to my core, made me not want to trust the men who were around me, around us, when playing was occurring. I know her husband would be fine, since I had experiences with him before, but anyone else, I would be suspicious.

She walked away, leaving me to look at the sunrise and recharge my batteries. I smiled, knowing that she loved me and would do everything in her power to keep me safe.

Misses Jennifer and Phoebe came outside with their coffees and sat at the picnic table. Miss Jennifer looked at me and appeared to want to say something, but Miss Phoebe reached out and touched her hand. She fell silent. I smiled at Miss Jennifer before turning back to see the dawn.

I had a feeling we - Mistress, her friends, and I - were going to have a very enjoyable day.

*****

This is where she left the confession, telling me that too much of a good thing can be dangerous.



A Weekend to Remember



 Hey guys I'm back. This ones been in the works for a while now. I kept putting it off and putting it off before I finally sent it to my editor. Its longer then my usual stories and will more than likely have a sequel. Hope you enjoy.

*****

Life is funny. Sometimes, you think you have it all figured out... the person that you are. You think you know what you like and what you want in life, because that's where I was, until summer of 2014. That's when sometimes... out of nowhere... something happens in life that shows you just how wrong you were. And you discover what you REALLY want in life, and sometimes it's a little shocking at first. 

That's exactly what I felt when I met the person who would change my life forever... Amanda Robinson.

Let me first tell you a little about myself. My name is Tim, and I'm 21-years old, not a very tall guy, but I'm not really short either at about 5'7" to be exact. Somewhat skinny, but I stay in shape lifting weights and jogging, and I have a job that requires me to lift a lot of weight as well. 

Short brown hair, though I usually wear a hat that covers it, along with brown eyes. I'm a pretty decent looking guy, and at my age, sex is pretty much one of the top things on my mind. I had always been a ladies man, never had trouble getting a girl in high school. It was after high school, when I started trying to just have fun I decided I didn't need any relationship with a girl tying me down. 

Especially once I turned 21 and I was allowed to go to bars and legally buy alcohol. I started going out with my friends a lot more often, and it wasn't uncommon for me to come home some nights with a beautiful girl willing to spend the night with me.

Out of all of those girls though, Amanda was the greatest... and not just when it came to sex either. She was the first person since before I graduated high school that had made me feel a certain way. I fell for her, and it only took four days. On the 4th of July weekend, a bunch of my friends and I decided to get together and go down the shore for the holiday. 

I managed to get off from work for the holiday, and the weekend as well. My friends seemed to have been just as lucky as I was when it came to that. I only had to work Wednesday night, and we decided to leave for Wildwood, New Jersey immediately after I got out.

My shift that night was from 4:00 in the afternoon to 9:00 at night, but I was also lucky enough to get out an hour early. I stood outside the store where I worked maintenance waiting for my friends to arrive. It wasn't long before Mike pulled up in his black convertible, blasting AC/DC on the stereo system, the song dirty deeds done dirt cheap, filled the grocery store parking lot. 

In the passenger seat was our friend Jon, and in the back seat sat Ryan and Joe, with just enough room for me as well. I threw my stuff into the trunk, and jumped into the back next to my friends.

"Let's get the hell out of this city," I shouted over the music.

"Yeah," they all cheered as Mike started pulling off out of the parking lot. 

A quick stop at the local convenient store Wawa, before hitting the bridge. We all wanted to stock up on some snacks and drinks. I walked into the store with Mike and we made our way to the deli section of the small store to order a few sandwiches.

"Dude, did you buy all the beer," I asked.

"What kind of question is that," he laughed, "Of course I did. I got your Jack and your beer. And all the other shit as well. There's a beer distributor right up the street from where we're staying, so we can get more if we need it later."

"That's great."

Mike's parents had a house just outside of Wildwood and it was a really nice place. Three bedrooms, and a nice size living room with a futon in front of the big screen television. A pool in the backyard, and the backyard was also quite big. It was a five-minute drive to Wildwood and the boardwalk on the beach, so it was the perfect place to spend a few days away from the city. We were fortunate enough that his parents were nice enough to say we could stay there for the weekend, just as long as we didn't destroy the place, and party too hard.

You could be sure we were probably going to party pretty hard... but Mike was a responsible enough person that he would make sure the place was back in great condition by the time we left Monday morning to come home. After we got our sandwiches, we returned to the car, and continued our drive. 

The ride out there was about two hours long, and consisted of mostly loud rock and roll music blasting through the stereo and the four of us goofing off and joking around with each other. I had known Mike, Joe and Ryan since we were in elementary school. Jon I had known since our freshmen year of high school, but it almost felt like I had known him just as long.

"So, what do you wanna bet we're gonna find ourselves some hot babes out there," asked Joe, yelling over the music and the sound of the wind blowing in our ears as we sped down the freeway.

"At the Jersey shore? Dude, you can take it to the bank," Jon laughed.

"We have to find a couple girls who like our type of music this time though," said Mike, "Last time, they all hated rock... god, all they did the entire time was bitch about the music while we were having fun."

"Agreed," I said.

That was about a year ago, when we last came out to Wildwood, and hooked up with a few girls. They only wanted to listen to hip-hop and, so Metallica and Ozzy just weren't exactly their style. It was definitely a

Turn-off for them, as well as us. 

We arrived at the house by around 11:00 that night, and as we pulled into the driveway I could smell the fresh ocean air. It was such a relief to be away from the City, even if only for a few days. We started unpacking all of our stuff as Mike made his way into the house ahead of us to turn on some lights. Joe took the room in the back of the house, while Jon and Ryan split the room adjacent to Jon's. 

There were two beds in their room so it worked out well. Mike took the room his parents usually slept in when they were here, and I took the futon in the living room. That worked great for me since I usually liked to watch TV for a while before going to sleep at night. But none of us were planning on going to bed anytime soon, it was our first night here, and even as late as it was, we were planning on having fun right off the bat.

As soon as we had gotten all of our stuff into the house, we changed into our swim trunks and made our way out into the backyard to hit the pool. Since the beer wasn't cold enough yet, we would be sticking with liquor and mixed drinks tonight. I set my glass of Jack and Coke down on the glass table, before diving into the pool and coming up for air. 

Everyone else joined in a few seconds later, and after about half an hour of diving and splashing at each other and goofing off, we had all taken to chilling on opposite sides of the pool and just bullshitting.

"I'm telling ya... this is what I needed. A weekend away from shitty Philadelphia... and away from work. It's great. And its only the first night too," I said, realizing how good it felt to be here with all my friends.

"This is gonna have to become like a traditional thing," Joe laughed, "Like we should all just come out here every summer on 4th of July and just... get the fuck out of the city."

Mike nodded his head in agreement.

"My parents won't mind... as long as we don't end up coming out here while they're here at least. I'm just glad we got the place this summer and hopefully we'll be just as lucky next year."

I leaned back against the wall of the pool, staring up at the night sky, and the stars above me. Taking in the sweet sound of silence that surrounded us... this was going to be a great weekend. I was totally sure of that much. I couldn't tell you what time we went to bed that night... it had to have been around 4 or 5 in the morning.

I woke up around 11am finally, to the sound of Mike, Jon, Joe and Ryan in the kitchen talking rather loudly, and the smell of eggs and bacon cooking. Groaning, I sat up on the futon and rolled out of bed making my way out into the kitchen. Sure enough, Mike stood over the stove cooking breakfast, sipping from an ice cold

Beer... the first of the day for him, he was starting early. 

I saw that Joe and Ryan both had their first drinks of the day opened up as well.

"Morning," I said loudly, announcing my presence.

"Morning Tim," they all said in unison, laughing.

"What's the plan for today?" I asked Mike as he handed me a plate of food. I then sat down at the kitchen table as he handed me a beer and finally sat himself down across from me.

"We're heading into Wildwood after breakfast, and then we're hitting the beach. We'll probably head up to the boardwalk and spend the rest of day out there,"

That was great, it was only Thursday, a day before the actual holiday. We still had another three nights out here, and we would be starting it off by spending the whole day up on the boards and the beach, it all sounded good to me. I finished my food, chugged my beer, and hit the shower. We were out the door by

Noon, and on Wildwood beach by about quarter after.

We got down as close to the water as we could, setting up our spot about a mile away. Then we rushed down to the water, diving in and pushing up against oncoming waves. It was almost 95 degrees on the beach, and the saltwater felt great against my over heated skin. I came back up from under the water, taking in a deep breath of air and pushing the strands of wet hair out of my face. 

Looking around I spotted the others a short distance away, and dove back underwater as another wave came crashing down on me. I came up again, and started trying to work my way back over towards my friends.

That was when I first saw her... my eyes locked onto an image of the most beautiful thing I had seen in quite some time. Shoulder length blonde hair, green eyes, an amazing body, and a smile that could light up even the darkest night as far as I was concerned and what an amazing ass too. And Oh God... her tits... they really got my attention, my eyes were so focused on them, but I almost immediately felt the rise of attention in my swim trunks, which snapped me back to reality, as I immediately tried to cover up the bulge.

"Looks like Tim's got his eyes on someone," said Ryan.

"Ha Ha, already? Well... can't say I blame you," said Jon, "She's pretty damn hot dude!"

"Yeah... that's an understatement," I replied. 

My eyes followed her as she walked with two of her friends, equally attractive, down towards the water. Mike swam over behind me, and without me noticing him, proceeded to dunk me under the water, startling the hell out of me and ending my trance. I came back up for air, and splashed him with water, a little irritated while the others were all laughing.

"Sorry bro, I had to do something to stop that blood flow down below," he said.

I sighed, noticing that the bulge that had been growing in my swim trunks had finally gone down. Whether or not it was from Mike shoving me underwater was another question entirely. I also noticed I had lost sight of the girl I had been checking out.

"Thanks Mike... I lost her now."

"Awww, don't worry," Ryan laughed, "I'm sure you'll find her again."

I swam to shore, walking back over to our towel and drying myself off before laying down on it. I put on my sunglasses, and laid my head back, staring up at the beautiful clear sky above. I was turning over onto my side when I spotted her again. She was standing off to the left of me near one of the lifeguard towers with two of her friends. I sat up, surprised that I had actually managed to find her again. 

I was trying to figure out a way to go over and make myself known, to start a conversation with her... but I was never very good at starting conversations, in spite of the good luck I'd had with girls in the past. All of my previous relationships had been started either by a mutual friend starting a conversation between the three of us and then leaving the two of us to carry on, or the person I ended up with would start the conversation.

In the middle of my brainstorming of a way to talk to her, I had failed to notice that my target had once again slipped away, moving into a crowd and out of my sight. I sighed in frustration, mentally smacking myself for just sitting there like a fool. I decided I needed to get something to drink, and stood up with the intention of making my way up to one of the shops on the boardwalk. I started walking up towards the ramp, and onto the boards, one of the little tramcars passing me by as I came up. Looking around, I picked the closest shop, and made my way to the front. 

I had my heart set on a cup of cold Lemonade. I told the guy at the counter what I wanted, and watched as he started preparing my drink when to my surprise, the girl from the beach popped up alongside of me. I froze, trying not to let her realize that I was once again checking her out.

"Can I help you," the cashier asked her.

"Two plain slices please," she asked.

He turned to tell the people in the back what she wanted, and then proceeded to ring up her order. Another one of the people behind the counter handed me my drink, which I had already paid for, and I stepped off to the side still waiting for a good opportunity to make myself known.

"$8.75," the cashier told her the price for her order.

"Oh shit," I heard her say under her breath, as she handed him the money and started digging through her purse... eventually she let out a frustrated, "I'm a dollar short!"

And there was my opportunity. I quickly dug through my pockets and found I had five dollar bills.

"I got it," I said, handing one of them to the cashier. He nodded his head, letting her know she was good to go, and she turned and smiled the brightest smile I thought I'd ever seen at me.

"Thank you so much," she said, in a beautiful and cheerful voice, "You didn't have to do that."

"It's no problem," I said, "just glad to help out."

"I'm Amanda," she introduced herself and extended her hand.

"Tim," I replied, taking her hand and gently shaking it, "nice to meet you."

"I assume your down on the beach?"

"Yeah, I'm down there with a few friends of mine."

"Me too... hey, do you want to hang out for a bit? It's the least I can do to pay you back for being such a gentlemen just now,"

Things were going great so far, and I was really pleased with myself for how things had worked out. 

"Yeah, that would be great, what did you have in mind?" She was about to answer, when we were interrupted by two of her friends running up from behind us and yelling excitedly like a couple of little kids.

"We're heading back to the motel for a few hours, and then we're going to go swimming... let's go Amanda!"

She sighed, with a bit of a grin on her face and turned back towards me. "I have to head back, I do need to get a shower before I head out with these crazy girls tonight. I'm really sorry!"

"It's okay," I said, not wanting to show that I was really disappointed.

"We'll be back up here tonight though, Morey's Pier, about nine o'clock. You want to meet up there?"

Maybe things weren't completely ruined and I responded with...

"That would be great. I'll be up here with a few of my friends too. You can text me and we'll meet up, sound okay?"

She agreed, and we exchanged phone numbers, before her friends started pestering her once again to get going. She leaned in close, giving me a hug this time instead of a handshake, and I felt my little friend down below begin to stir from the feel of her wet skin pressing against mine. 

I pulled back, and she turned to walk away with her friends, waving back at me as she walked, and I sighed. I had gotten further then I thought I would at least, and now I had a chance to see her again tonight... which was great. I made my way back down to the spot on the beach where we were all set up, to find Mike and the others all sitting there now, having dried off in the sun.

We decided to head back to Mike's house, and rest up for a few hours with intentions of heading out that night. I of course suggested we head up to Morey's Pier. I wanted to make sure I was up there so I could meet with Amanda, but I wasn't really looking forward to the teasing I knew would come from my friends if I told them that I would be meeting her up there.

Luckily, they agreed, and didn't press me too much on what I had been planning on doing up there.

We were going to get some cheese fries, hang out, maybe hit one of the clubs or bars on the boardwalk and let the night shape itself from that point. The entire ride back to Mike's house, and the rest of the day that we spent there, I couldn't get Amanda off of my mind. I took a dive into the pool out back, and came up from under the water, leaning against one of it's walls and staring up at the sky. She really was a beautiful girl, just very nice, and seemed like she would be fun to hang out with... I couldn't wait for tonight.

Around 6:30, I took another shower, before throwing on some fresh clothes. A pair of blue shorts, and a white t-shirt. I sprayed some cologne, not to much but just enough to smell good, and made sure I had enough cash on me for whatever we would end up doing tonight. By about 8:45 we were in the car and on our way back into Wildwood, heading up to the boards. 

On the walk from our parking spot to the actual boardwalk, Mike pulled me aside from the rest of the group, leaning on my shoulder, and waiting for the others to get ahead of us and out of hearing range.

"So, you talked to her?"

"Uh...w-who?"

"Dude, the fucking girl from the beach... saw you talking to her man," he said laughing. 

I sighed hoping he wasn't going to bust my balls over it like everyone had done since I first saw her earlier at the beach.

"Yeah, we talked. Exchanged numbers too... we're supposed to meet up while we're up here actually."

"That's great Tim," he said, "I'm rooting for you bro. You deserve a good girl for once, not like all those other bitches you were with that screwed you over."

I didn't have the best track record. I had been with plenty of girls, but the majority of them had all been just what Mike had said, bitches for lack of a better word. I was really hopeful that maybe this time, I would be lucky enough to find a girl who wasn't a rude bitch and didn't think she could control me.

Honestly, that was why I never settled down into a regular relationship, and why I had mostly just been with girls for the sake of getting laid. Who wants a relationship with a girl who's snobby and controlling, right? From what I had seen so far, Amanda did not seem like that type of girl... I just hoped that would continue.

When we arrived at Morey's Pier, the place was packed with people getting on rides, playing games, waiting in line for food or tickets for the rides, and walking around. As we walked towards the nearest stand to get some cheese fries, I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone to text Amanda. I was happy to find however, that she had beaten me to it and texted me first.

Amanda: Hey, we're by the Curley Fries stand.

Tim: On the way there now.

I looked through the crowd of people surrounding the stand and the tables off to the side of the stand, and finally I spotted her standing by the window waiting for her order. I pushed past a few people, making my way towards her and when she saw me coming her way, she stepped away from the stand to greet me with a hug.

"Hey, I'm so glad you could make it!"

"Yeah, me too. I've really been looking forward to it!"

"I bet you were," said Ryan, giving me a playful shove from the side. 

I blushed and Amanda laughed, turning back towards the fries stand as they handed her what she had ordered. We placed our own order, and Amanda went and sat at a table with her friends, where we would all meet in a few minutes. When Ryan, I and the rest of my friends sat down, Amanda took it upon herself to introduce all of her friends.




A Weekend to Remember



"This is Sarah," she said pointing to a brunette girl, who I recognized as one of the two who had drug her away back to their motel earlier in the day. She smiled and waved. 

Next to her was a girl with short red hair and blue eyes, and almost as nice of a body as Amanda. Her name was Julie, and her sister, who sat next to her and looked almost exactly the same as Erin.

"These are my friends," I said, "Mike, Ryan, Jon and Joe... guys, this is Amanda."

"Hi Amanda," they all said in unison, and the girls laughed.

"So, where are you boys from," asked Erin.

"Philadelphia," Ryan answered almost right away.

"Oh, Philly boys, huh," Julie teased, "We're all from Morristown New Jersey. Closer to New York then Philadelphia, so most of the people from our area go to Seaside Heights instead of Wildwood. We prefer to come here instead though."

"I've been coming to Wildwood since I was a kid," I chimed in, "My friends joined in one by one, as we got older, and now... well, here we are."

"Well, after we're done here, we were all going to go get on a few of the rides and maybe hit the Arcades for a bit. You boys are all welcome to tag along if you want," said Amanda.

"I'm in," I said, with a smile. 

Amanda smiled back, happy to hear me say that. We sat at the table by the Curley Fry stand for about an hour and talked, all of us just getting to know each other, before finally deciding to make our way over to the rides. First we took to the tilt-A-whirl, just Amanda and I, while the others waited in line for tickets. 

Amanda had already had a few with her from the last time she had been here, and she was more then willing to spend them on the two of us together. After the tilt-a-whirl, everyone else had gotten their tickets, and we made our way to the bumper cars. That was about a fifteen minute wait in line and from there it was on to the Wave Swinger. Being on a ride that high in the air, hanging over a swing, staring straight down at the ground below us, obviously had my stomach in my throat as we spun around.

The swings moved out and away from the wheel spinning them, so it almost felt as if you were flying, and it gave a good view of the beach too. While Amanda seemed to be having quite a bit of fun on that one, I was pretty relieved when we were back down on the ground again.

"You okay," she asked.

"Yeah, just need to catch my breath from that one," I said.

She laughed, and Ryan stepped up alongside the two of us.

"Stop being such a wuss Tim," he teased, and walked away. I shook my head and Amanda smiled.

"I don't think your a wuss," she said.

I smiled, and we decided the next ride we wanted to get on was the Musik Express. A classic ride with cars that went up on a slope, and back down on the other side of the ride, at a fast pace. When you came around on the side facing the onlookers, the cars would tilt just slightly. It would move forward for about a minute before stopping and then moving for a second round, only in reverse this time. It had always been one of my favorite rides. 

Since I was a little bigger then Amanda, the rules required that I sit on the side of the car that leaned outwards, so that if I slid over when the car tilted I would mistakenly crush her.

The ride started, first moving at a slow pace, and gradually increasing after a few seconds... apparently, it still wasn't going fast enough for Amanda just yet.

"This is nothing," she said, almost bored, "I thought it would be so much faster then this."

"That's what she said," I joked, as she laughed and gave me a playful nudge.

"Just give it a few seconds," I said.

Sure enough, after about ten seconds, the ride increased to it's normal speed. I felt myself pressing into the side of the car, air blasting against my face and I started to laugh as Amanda slid over into my other side screaming in my ear causing me to laugh even harder. We held tightly to the safety bars, Amanda trying to pull herself away from me so that she wouldn't lean her full weight onto me... but I really didn't mind.

"Is this fast enough for you now," I yelled over the loud roar of everyone else on the ride.

"I THINK IT'S A LITTLE TOO FAST!"

Finally, we slowed, and came to a halt and I leaned forward to catch my breath and laughed. Amanda sighed, sinking down in her side of the seat and looking over at me.

"What are you laughing at," she asked, in a sassy half-annoyed voice.

"Oh nothing... I'm surprised you can still talk after all that screaming, that's all."

"That was fun," she replied with a laugh.

"You do know... umm... that it's not over yet?" I was barely containing my own hysterics.

"What are you talking about, the ride's stopped..."

She froze as the car shifted and shook, and her eyes darted to me as we started slowly moving backwards, back up the slope for the fast trip down again.

"You're kidding me right!?" she asked incredulously.

I started laughing again as the ride picked up speed a little sooner this time, and gravity pushed us both back into our seats even harder. When the ride was finally over with, we stumbled off and down the exit ramp, both of us a little dizzy and both of us laughing like crazy... it had definitely been a lot of fun.

"Damn Amanda, I could hear you from all the way across the pier," said Julie, who had been standing by the exit waiting for us to come down.

"Yeah, we thought you were going to blow Tim's ear drums out," Erin joked.

"No, but I'm shocked I didn't blow my voice box out," she replied, fixing her hair which was pretty messy from all the wind.

"So, what ride should we go on next?"

"How about the Ferris Wheel," Erin suggested.

"Oh, awfully romantic, sounds nice for our friends Tim and Amanda here, but without boyfriends or girlfriends, so it wouldn't be much fun for us," said Sarah.

"Well, if you wanted to go on I'd be happy to take you," Ryan offered to Sarah.

"Really? Aw, that's so sweet! I'd love to."

Amanda laughed at how quickly her friend's opinion on the ride had changed. We settled on the Ferris wheel, but first I had to take a trip to the bathroom to relieve my bladder, and apparently Amanda and everyone else had similar ideas. After I stepped out of the crowded bathroom, I found Amanda waiting off to the left of the exit door.

"Hey, we're going to grab something to drink first. It's almost 11:30, and they'll be doing fireworks soon. What better time to get on the Ferris wheel right?"

"Sounds good to me," I agreed.

So far things were going great, and I definitely felt like there was something that had 'clicked' between Amanda and I. There was no doubt in my mind that she was interested in me, just the same way as I was interested in her. We'd been having a lot of fun tonight and if things continued to go as well as they had been so far, I was sure that the night would end well for the both of us. 

We ordered a large Coke to split with each other, and sat down on a bench, waiting for everyone else to meet up with us once they were done in the bathroom and at the concession stands.

"Tim," as she spoke I glanced over at her, and there was that beautiful smile, looking at me, "I just... well, I just really wanted to tell you that I'm having a lot of fun tonight. I'm glad I met you here."

"Me too. Honestly, I was afraid I would screw things up when I tried talking to you. But its worked out a lot better then I thought it would."

"Oh, come on Tim... I'm not that hard of a person to talk to, am I?"

"Not at all," I said, "You're really a lot of fun to be with and talk to actually."

She blushed, and I noticed she moved a little closer to me on the bench at that point. I leaned back, and moved my arm up to put it around her, and we sat there like that for the next few minutes in silence as we waited for our friends. When they finally caught up with us, we finished our drink and started towards the Ferris wheel. 

We were lucky enough to make it to the front of the line before it grew to long, otherwise we would have missed the fireworks. I told the operator to stop the wheel at the top, and we climbed into one of the cars, as Ryan and Sarah were getting into the one underneath of ours. 

Once the other cars had loaded up, the operator started the ride and we slowly started moving up. High into the darkened night sky, until we were overlooking the beach and the endless stretch of the ocean below.

There was a very cool and relaxing breeze that swept over us, and we sat there just staring at the moon, and its reflection on the ocean. Once again, my arm moved around Amanda and she moved closer to me, resting her head against me.

"What time is it," she whispered, and I glanced at my watch.

"11:29... The show should start in about a minute or so,"

Sure enough, just a few seconds later, we were both startled by a loud popping sound, but quickly realized as the sky lit up that it was the start of the Fireworks show. The sky lit up bright blue and white, followed by red and numerous other colors that reflected off the water along with the moon. 

Amanda watched mesmerized by the beautiful show, and I sat close to her, smiling and happy to see her having a good time. The show was about fifteen minutes, but we only had five minutes to sit up here and it had already been three. We would be moving back down to the bottom pretty soon, and then this perfect moment would be over with. 

As I thought about how much it would suck when this night was over, Amanda suddenly leaned in close to me and placed her hand under my chin pulling my face towards her. Our lips pressed together, and we kissed.

Her lips were soft and warm, and I felt her tongue requesting entrance into my mouth. I parted my lips and her tongue slid right past them, as we deepened our kiss, and that's when our hands began to roam. Hers moved down my leg over my stiffening bulge in my pants, rubbing me through my shorts. I moved my hand up her side and under her white tank top to massage her perfect breasts and gently tease her nipples. She moaned as I did this and started rubbing my cock a little more. 

She broke the kiss and started kissing my neck, which happened to be one of my weak spots. I thought I might cum right then and there, but we both jumped in surprise when the car shifted and started moving again. Our time was up. Slowly, we started moving back down towards the ground, and we pulled apart, trying to get ourselves situated so that no one knew just how hot we had been getting up there. 

When we reached the bottom, we climbed out of the car and Ryan and Sarah both followed as we made our way down the steps and met up with Erin, Julie, Mike, Joe and Jon. Amanda took my hand in hers, our fingers interlocked and Mike noticed right away. He smirked and nodded his approval and I grinned back at him.

"We're gonna head down to the beach, and chill down there for a few hours," said Mike. "You guys should all come along."

"Sounds good to me," said Ryan.

"Yeah, I think I might head back to the motel," said Amanda. 

I glanced over at her, looking a bit disappointed until I noticed the spark in her eye. "Tim, would you like to come with me?"

"Yeah, definitely... I mean... umm, if you want me to."

"Of course I do," she giggled.

Everyone started "oohing" and laughing, then teasing the both of us, but we just laughed and ignored them. We said our goodbyes for the time being to our friends before starting the walk back to the motel where Amanda and her three friends were staying. It was about a thirty-minute walk from Morey's Pier to the motel she was at, and as we walked we held hands and flirted the whole way there. 

Finally, we arrived, and I looked up at a three-floor hotel that was shaped like a square. In the center was a parking lot, and to the left of the lot was a large, square shaped, swimming pool surrounded by fake Palm Trees.

"Here we are! Home sweet home," said Amanda, "I'm on the third floor."

She led me up the winding stairs that seemed to go on forever, until we reached the top floor and then walked down the balcony to the other end, stopping right in front of the blue door with the numbers 315 on the top of it. She unlocked the door, pushing it open and we stepped into a small, but cozy looking living room. 

There was a table with four chairs, and a sofa that probably turned into a bed, like most of these hotel rooms had. Across from the sofa was a nice sized TV, and adjacent to that was a small kitchen unit. On the other side of the kitchen wall was the bathroom, and a door that led into a bedroom with double beds.

"Would you like something to drink?"

"Oh... uh... water would be okay," I replied.

She walked to the fridge, opened it and handed me a bottle of water, before taking one out for herself. She took a sip of the water, and set it down on the counter. Amanda leaned back against the counter with a very seductive look in her eyes, and I felt my cock starting to return to the state it had been in before we came back down from the Ferris wheel.

"So, Tim... we're finally all alone, with no one to bother us, and nothing to stop us from having some real fun. Do you... want to have some real fun?"

I stepped closer, sitting my bottle of water down and placing my hands on her hips. I leaned in and kissed her on the lips, backing away and smiling down at her.

"I would love that." I said quietly.

"Good," she whispered back, "'cause it's all I've been thinking about since we kissed on the Ferris Wheel."

"Oh is it now? What kind of dirty thoughts are going through that pretty mind Amanda? Do tell."

"Mmmm, it's better to show rather then tell Tim. So, let me... show you."

With no other words exchanged, our lips connected once again, and our bodies pressed tighter together. Her hand moved back down to my cock and started rubbing it once more through my shorts. This time, she slipped her hand down them and I felt it wrap around my cock. She started slowly stroking, jerking me off, while continuing to make out with me at the same time. Slowly, we made our way from the kitchen to the sofa and I sat down, as she got down on her knees right in front of me. 

She reached up, grabbed my shorts and pulled them down along with my boxers, allowing my cock to finally breathe. It stood at full attention, leaking a little bit of pre-cum from the tip, and more then ready to get moving along. Amanda seemed impressed, as she took it in her hand once again, stroking slowly. She licked her lips, before leaning forward and licking the pre-cum off the tip of my cock and groaning at the taste.

"Don't tease me... please," I sighed.

"Aww... but I love to tease," she said.

She continued licking the head of my shaft with her wet tongue, and I groaned, leaning my head back in sexual frustration. She licked the back of the head, the part that connects it to the shaft, and then up and down the entire length of my shaft. She came back up to the tip once again, and just when I thought she was going to continue torturing me, she finally swallowed it whole in one swift move. 

Her lips wrapped securely around me, creating a suction, and I moaned as I thrust my hips upwards and pushed deeper into her mouth. Amanda ran her hands up my legs and under my shirt while gently rubbing and pinching my nipples as she began to deep throat my throbbing cock. I moved one hand up the back of her neck, tracing my fingers over her skin and causing her to shiver, before moving my hands through her soft, blonde hair. 

I took a small handful of her hair and pulled lightly, which seemed to get her off even more. She started sucking my cock harder and faster, her head moving up and down, her lips sliding back and forth over my shaft. Then, she stopped and moved down to my balls, licking them and sucking them into her mouth, letting them go with a wet pop. 

She smiled innocently up at me, and I lifted her up to kiss her on the lips before switching out from underneath of her. I pushed her down onto the sofa into a laying position, and moved down to her feet. She had performed a very impressive blowjob, and had really gotten me going even more then I had already been. Before we took this on to the main act however, I wanted to repay the oral favor and get a taste of that pussy. 

I moved over top of her, so that her legs were wrapped around me and we were in the missionary position. I leaned down and kissed her on the lips, before moving down and kissing her neck and further down over her belly to the edge of her shorts. I hooked my fingers over the edge of her shorts and slowly started pulling them down over her smooth legs. 

I tossed her shorts to the floor and looked down; the only thing remaining were her panties. I was about to remove them as well, when I noticed something a little out of place...there was a bulge in her panties, which shouldn't be there.

"What are you waiting for babe," she said, in a low and sexy voice, "Take them off."

"R-Right," I said, still a little confused. 

I pulled her panties down, nice and slow, until I had completely removed them as well and discarded them to the floor next to her shorts. I looked down in complete shock, it was not a pussy that I found myself staring down at.

"What the hell?"

"What's wrong," she asked, sounding confused.

"I... what the fuck is this..."

She jumped up, and I backed off, as she covered her mouth in surprise. She looked almost afraid now, as I stayed at the foot of the couch staring at her with shock still strong in my eyes.

"You... you didn't know?"

"Know?" I repeated, "Know what... exactly?"

She sighed, slowly moving her legs out from underneath of me and pushing herself up off of the couch with her back towards me and her beautiful ass staring me in the face. 

Slowly, she turned around to face me and moved her feet apart slightly. Sure enough, there, dangling between her smooth legs was what surely did not belong... well, from my point of view anyway... Amanda had a penis.

"How..."

"I'm sorry," she interrupted, backing away quickly, "I... I just assumed, oh god..."

"I... Amanda, what... this makes no sense."

"I know I should have told you. B-b-but I was so sure that you knew. I'm really sorry and I understand if you want to leave... I'm transsexual Tim. I was born male, but I always felt I was female. I said my parents were divorced remember? Then when I was fifteen, I was living with my father, until he found out what I intended. He basically disowned me for following my doctor's advice and beginning my transition to female. Eventually I moved in with my mother and began cross-dressing, and later I started taking female hormones, as a part of my Hormone Replacement Therapy. The hormones helped me develop breasts, and a more feminine body, as well as a more feminine voice," she then motioned downwards, "but it never really helped get rid of this though."

I was struggling with my complete shock at what was happening. Those hormones must work really well, because I NEVER would have expected something like this. 

I knew very well what transsexuals were, and I had no issue with them... I just had never seen one as... as... well, as perfect as Amanda. Her cock was now completely flaccid, but appeared to be about five to six inches... at the moment anyway. I wondered how much bigger it was when erect. 

I looked up at her and noticed that she still had a look of total fear in her eyes... and that was actually turning me off more then the shock of what I had just discovered. I didn't like seeing her like that, nor did I really understand why she looked like that.

"Amanda? Why are you looking so scared?" I asked, forgetting that I'd had no idea until that moment.

"I just... some guys... they get violent. I don't want you to hurt me... Please Tim, I'm really sorry."




A Weekend to Remember



"H-hurt you!?" I asked surprised, "Amanda I... I c-cou... would... NEVER do that. I just didn't expect this, and I'm still... just... shocked. But oh... oh baby, I'd never hurt you... okay?"

"So... your okay with this?"

I had to think about that for a few seconds. I said I wouldn't hurt her, but I hadn't really said I was okay with this. I wasn't angry with Amanda, because technically she hadn't lied, she thought I had known. It's like she knew that I was unaware and just decided not to say anything. However, I didn't know how I felt about the whole thing in general. 

I had never once entertained a single homosexual thought in my life, never even seen another penis besides my own, unless you count the guys that you see fucking a girl in porn videos, let alone had I ever seen one this close in real life. But would it really even be gay if I were to carry on with this? If that were the case, I had already crossed that line since I had made out with her repeatedly over the last hour and a half and hell she had even sucked my cock, and I would have blown my load if I hadn't stopped her and switched positions. 

The thing was, penis or not, nothing about Amanda seemed like a man. She looked like a girl, sounded like a girl, acted like a girl, smelled like a girl... by anyone's definition she was a girl. She just didn't have a pussy... instead she had a cock. I took a deep breath, and exhaled, and made up my mind... I didn't want this to stop.

"Yes, it's alright," I said finally, "I'm okay with it."

"You... you are?"

"Yes."

"Your sure," she asked, waiting for my confirmation.

"Yeah, I'm sure. The thing is Amanda, I've already sort of fallen for you. It's a little too late for me to back out right now just because I found out there's something a little more to you than most girls."

She smiled, her eyes glistening as she seemed relieved. Then she stepped forward to pull me off the sofa. I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her close, giving her a gentle kiss on the lips.

"Well... If your worried about... you know... you really don't have to," she said once again glancing downwards, "this won't be a problem at all."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean... I don't really use it," she motioned downwards to her still flaccid cock. "I'm more submissive, if you want to say it like that. I like to be treated like the girl that I am. So, you don't have to worry about me wanting to... um... stick it in any places you may not want it to be... stuck."

I laughed, and so did she. It was a bit of a relief, although I hadn't really wanted to say anything before she brought it up. "Although... you did get me kind of excited with the idea of a little oral fun a few minutes ago. If that's okay with you, then I wouldn't mind that."

I thought about it for a minute. Amanda wanted me to suck her off... I didn't know how to suck anyone off. I had never sucked a cock in my life. Furthermore, I wasn't even sure if I would like it or not. What would it taste like? What would it feel like? On the other hand, I had always been the kind of guy who really enjoyed to orally please my partner, and the more I thought about it the more I realized if I didn't do it, I might end up feeling less sexual relief myself later on.

"I'd like to give it a try," I said.

"Are you sure? I mean, you really don't have to."

I smiled, lifting her up off her feet, turning around and gently dropping her back down on the sofa with her legs hanging off. I got down on my knees and parted her legs, looking up at her.

"I'm positive," I said, "I've started something here... and I'm going to finish it."

I noticed that Amanda' once flaccid five to six inch cock was now starting to rise to attention, right in front of my face. Taking a deep breath, I started off by kissing her inner thighs gently, and moving my hands slowly up and down her smooth, warm legs. She sighed, her cock growing harder and harder as my lips continued to trail their way up her inner thighs and then back down towards her balls. 

I inhaled her scent; it was musky, and smelled faintly like soap. She had showered recently, which was good. I carried on, starting the real adventure, by licking her balls each one at a time. She shivered at the feel of my tongue on her balls, licking each as I reached up, taking hold of her cock and started to slowly stroke it. 

As if licking a pair of balls wasn't strange enough, it felt even weirder to be holding another cock in my hands beside my own. Up and down I worked my hand, stroking her nice and slow, licking her balls, before I finally sucked one of them into my mouth for a few seconds. Amanda jumped, and sighed, as I released it with a wet popping sound, and then sucked the other one. 

As I did this, I continued working my hand up and down her shaft.

"Mm, that's nice," she moaned softly.

Turning my attention away from her balls now, and started to make my way up with my tongue, along her shaft, to the very tip of her now throbbing member. I licked the head, gently caressing it with my tongue for a few moments before stopping to get a look at her now fully erect cock. At full size, she was about seven inches. About the same size as me, and dripping a little bit of pre-cum as well.

I decided it was now or never, and took the plunge so to speak, as I wrapped my lips around her swollen cock head and swallowed her whole. She sucked in a breath of air and moaned as I took as much of her into my mouth as I could fit, and started moving my head up and down. 

She moaned again, thrusting upwards, and running her hands through my hair. I could feel her pushing deep into my throat and I gagged, as she began to basically fuck my mouth. Her balls pressed against my chin, I was actually starting to realize that this wasn't really all that bad at all, and I was almost starting to enjoy it too.

Amanda started to get a little rougher with me now, holding my head and gyrating her hips against my mouth. In and out of my throat her cock slid and I continued to gag on and off although I was definitely adjusting. She stopped suddenly, and pulled out from underneath of me, leaving me a little confused.

"What's wrong... did I do something wrong?"

"No, not at all," she said, a little out of breath, "Actually you were doing a great job. I just wanted to try something else that might benefit the both of us... um... if your up for it, that is."

"Sure," I answered, grinning curiously, "seems I'm 'up' for anything tonight!"

"Great," she said, standing up, "Let's lay down on the couch."

I did as she instructed, stretching out on the sofa, and watched as she turned around so that her ass was facing me. She climbed onto the sofa, standing over me with her ass still towards me, and her feet on both sides of me as she tried to balance herself. 

She slowly leaned forward, careful not to fall and hurt herself or fall on top of me for that matter, and I started to realize what she was doing.

She was getting into a 69 position, with her on top. When she had finally managed to get into the position safely, her ass was backed up right into my face with her cock & balls dangling right in front of me. I felt her warm wet lips wrap around my throbbing cock and I leaned up, taking her dick back into my mouth at the same time. In this position, we were both open to pleasuring each other at the same time, and I took it upon myself to do the best that I possibly could at sucking her off. 

I inhaled the musky aroma of her sweet ass and her balls, the scent actually seeming to turn me on even more. I took her ass cheeks in my hands, and laughed as I spanked them a couple of times, before parting them to reveal her tight little asshole. Her cock slid out of my mouth, and I ran my tongue up to the spot between her ass and her balls before tracing over her hole with my tongue. 

I licked at her asshole, getting it nice and wet, pushing my tongue inside of her for a few moments and then softly inserting my index finger.

"Ohhh, fuck," she moaned against my cock.

I tensed up, trying not to cum... I could feel it building up, but obviously I just wasn't ready to let go yet. I returned my mouth to her cock, sucking and deep throating while I worked my finger in and out of her asshole. After about a minute, I started trying to work a second finger into her. I had tried anal sex before, with two of my ex-girlfriends, and I felt confident that I could get Amanda well prepared. 

It only took me a few minutes before I had three fingers halfway inside of her ass, and her cock deep in my mouth. Between the pressure I was putting on her prostate, and the feeling of my mouth around her cock, I could tell by her movements that she was getting close to an orgasm.

She was moaning louder now, shaking over top of me and I felt her cock begin to swell up in my mouth. Then, without much warning, her cock began to pulsate and I felt something warm and wet shoot into my mouth. It covered my tongue, and shot into the back of my throat, and there were multiple shots of it too. It was a little on the salty side, but for the most part... it didn't have much of a taste. 

Of course I knew right away it was her cum. I had gotten her off, coming in my mouth, and it wasn't bad either. I swallowed as much of it as I could, although there was quite a bit and I ended up pulling her cock out of my mouth. The last two shots of her cum got on my face, which I didn't mind really. She came up from sucking my cock for air, moaning in satisfaction.

"Holy shit!" she sighed, "That was... that was just fucking great Tim."

"I can tell you enjoyed yourself," I said, with a laugh.

"I'm sorry I didn't warn you before I came, honey... it just hit me out of nowhere and it was too fast for me to say anything once it started."

"It's alright," I said, reassuring her and giving a soft pat on that beautiful ass with her legs swinging over me as she rolled off of the sofa.

"You're really good at that Tim," she said staring soulfully into my eyes, "but I really need to feel that cock of yours deep inside me sweetheart."

"I thought you'd never ask," I said. 

I pulled myself up off of the sofa and Amanda turned around to lean over the back of the couch. With her ass sticking out towards me, she gave it a wiggle and then reached back to give it a nice spank, with a sexy grin. "Come on baby," she said seductively. I moved up behind her, positioning myself at her ass and leaning over her. She turned her head slightly, to kiss me on the lips as my cock probed lightly at her hole. 

With a gentle shove, I pushed into her tight hole, and felt her spreading around me. She groaned, biting her lip and digging her nails into the back of the couch. I had only gotten the head inside of her, when I stopped and stayed perfectly still for a few moments.

"You okay Amanda?"

"Mmmm... yeah. It's been a little while since the last time for me... just go easy for a few minutes."

"You got it babe."

I started pushing a little deeper, inch-by-inch until my entire 7-inch cock was deep inside of her. I then took a moment to let her adjust, before placing my hands over hers on the back of the couch, and began slowly thrusting in and out. 

I was gentle and slow just as she had requested, and I noticed that she seemed to be getting use to it pretty fast. 

The more her body language told me that she was warming up to it, the more I started to move a little faster, until I was fucking her ass at a nice steady pace. She moaned, still gripping the back of the couch as I thrust deeper and deeper into her. 

I started kissing her on the shoulder, and then on the neck, biting and gently sucking, leaving a mark in the place of my lips. Then came the words I had been patiently waiting for her to say...

"Harder," she moaned. "Fuck me harder!"

Giving her what she wanted, I pulled back and then slammed right back into her. She gasped, and cried out in pleasure as I pulled out again and drove myself straight back into her once more. I continued pounding her ass with long hard strokes now, reaching underneath of her and taking hold of her cock. I started stroking her, all the while continuing to fuck her hard from behind.

We kept it up like that for a few minutes, before I pulled out and she pushed me onto my back and climbed on top of me. Crouching over me, she reached down and took hold of my cock, gently lowering herself down onto it and biting her lip as I slid back into her. 

Once she had impaled herself completely on my cock, she began moving up and down, grinding against me, and riding me like a horse. I reached up and started fondling her beautiful tits, teasing the nipples as she moved up and brought her ass down harder and harder on my cock each time. She leaned in, and we kissed, tongues wrestling and hands roaming. 

Our lips parted, and I pulled her as close as I could, licking and sucking on one of her nipples. Then it was time to switch once again, and I lifted myself up, lifting her up with me and flipping over on top of her. 

Her legs automatically wrapped around me, and I found myself now fucking her ass in missionary style. Moving as fast as I could, Amanda dug her nails into my back and cried out.

"I'm cumming!"

I felt her begin to shake underneath me, as I slammed deeper and deeper into her gorgeous ass. When her orgasm hit her full force, I felt her ass begin to tighten and clench around my cock. 

It was a feeling that quickly drove me to my own breaking point, and it wasn't long before I had buried myself balls deep inside of her and with a grunt... I too began to cum. Our lips connected once again and we continued kissing as our bodies came together. 

I could feel her cock spewing cum up against my 

stomach, and as our bodies moved together, we smeared it between each other. My own cock began to pulsate, shooting off my own full load, pumping her ass full of my cum. 

As I started to come back down to earth, I collapsed on top of her, trying to use one hand to hold me up slightly so I wouldn't drop my full weight on top of her. She stayed comfortably underneath me, rubbing my back for a minute before my cock went soft and I slipped out of her. 

I lost my balance as I rolled over and fell off of the couch, causing her to laugh, then she furrowed those lovely eyebrows, worried I had hurt myself. But it was a short drop, and I didn't hurt myself at all really.

"That was really nice," she said, laying back. 

She started rubbing the pool of her own cum on her belly, smearing it even more. She had gotten a lot of it on me as well. I sat up and had her spread her legs for me so I could get a nice look at her ass. It was gaping, nice and wide, with my cum leaking out of it.

"I'm not worried about that little mess," she said, speaking about how I had filled her with one of the biggest loads of cum I had ejaculated in my life, then she pointed down at the pool of cum on her belly, "but look at this mess you made me make!"

"So sorry," I laughed.

"It's alright," she said with a giggle, "but you really should clean it up."

"Well now, I guess that would be the polite thing to do," I said as I leaned in close and started to lick her cum off of her belly, she closed her eyes and moaned, as I made my way up to her breasts. 

I swallowed all the cum, and started licking and sucking on her tits for a few moments. I stopped, and rested my head on her stomach while she ran her hand through my hair.

"I'm exhausted," she whispered. So was I, to say the least.

She stood up and helped me up off of the floor. We cleaned up a bit and then proceeded to pull the couch bed out, setting up the sheets and pillows before climbing in together. We cuddled together, my arms wrapped around her, facing her back and her facing the kitchen. It only took a few minutes before the two of us drifted off to a dreamless and blissful sleep.

I woke the next morning, feeling completely refreshed. I could still feel Amanda wrapped safely in my arms, feeling that lovely warmth of her body against mine felt so nice. 

I slowly opened my eyes and unraveled her from my arms, turning over onto my other side and then jumping in surprise at the sight of Julie sitting on a chair right next to me with a big lopsided grin.

"Hello there," she said.

I jumped up, and Amanda woke up from the sudden movement, sitting up next to me. She looked to see what was wrong, and sighed when she realized it was Julie.

"What the hell are you doing," she groaned, still sounding half awake.

"Oh, I was just admiring this nice little scene that we came home a few minutes ago to find."

"Ugh," Amanda groaned, throwing a pillow at her as Julie laughed, throwing it back at us and standing up to walk over to the kitchen table and sit down. I looked at Amanda and she smiled, sleepily, "so sorry about her."

"It's alright," I replied, "I uh... gotta go to the bathroom."

I got out of bed slowly, a little uneasy moving around in the nude in front of Julie, but I couldn't remember where my clothes were so I didn't have much of a choice. I could feel her checking me out the entire walk from the couch to the bathroom. I opened the bathroom door, just as Sarah was coming out, and I jumped in shock.

"Oh!! I'm sorry!"

"Ugh, doesn't anyone knock anymore?"

"Umm... I should have... sorry," I repeated.

But she only laughed, "It's alright lover boy. Bathroom's all yours."

She stepped out of the bathroom, as I moved past her into the small unit I could feel her checking me out now. I shut the door and sighed taking in the feeling of privacy as I stood over the toilet and emptied my aching bladder.

"So, how did it go," I heard Julie asking on the other side of the door.

"Do you have to ask? It should be obvious by my messy hair and sheets. It was amazing."

I smiled, definitely liking what I heard from Amanda.

"Did you get to fuck that sweet ass of his? God, what an ass."

"No," she replied, sounding annoyed, "you know I'm not into that. But god... can he give a great blowjob."

"Mm, I bet," said Sarah, "But I really want a piece of that ass."

"Back off," Amanda retorted. "He's mine!"

"Oh c'mon Amanda... please... not even just one threesome? It'll be fun."

I guess I was still so tired that I wasn't really putting together the pieces of the whole conversation, but I laughed at the idea of a threesome between Amanda and Sarah or Amanda and Julie. I stepped out of the bathroom and everyone went silent, staring at me for a long time.

"I uh... I'm going to head home. It's almost nine and I should get a shower and something to eat."

"That's cool," said Sarah. "Tell your friend Ryan I said hi."

I started looking for my clothes, putting them on slowly and Amanda got up and stretched, mostly for my benefit I think. I got a great look at her body as she stood, stretching, her cock semi-erect. 

I watched as she walked to the bathroom, her dick swaying back and forth between her legs as she moved. She came out a few minutes later, wearing a t-shirt and a pair of panties. Julie had gone into the other room to lay down, and Sarah was in the shower. 

Amanda walked me to the door, out on the balcony and into that invigorating cool morning ocean air.

"I had so much fun last night," she said draping her arms around my neck.

I pulled her close, kissing her deeply and hugging her back.

"I did too. Ya know... it's only Saturday...I don't go back to Philly until Monday morning. We should hang out again tonight and tomorrow."

"That would be great," she said, excitedly. "We leave Monday too, so it all works out perfectly."

I kissed her one more time before we separated. We agreed to text or call later in the day and discuss what we were going to do that night, and I left the motel, making my way back to Mike's house. I could not wait for the rest of the weekend to get started!