5 comments/ 120924 views/ 6 favorites Just 18 By: kingsize77 I never knew who Amanda Bynes was before this story happened. As a matter of fact, after the events here occurred I went into a panic, hoping she was old enough. I was obviously very thankful when I checked on the internet and discovered that she had turned eighteen a couple of months before I met her. I was in a bookstore when I spotted her. She was wearing a pair of low-cut jeans that accentuated her curvy hips, and a white t-shirt under a jean jacket. I didn't know she was a celebrity, all I knew was that she was sexy as hell, and that I would do anything to get her into bed with me. I approached her and initiated a bit of small talk, chatting about the books she was looking at. Since the conversation was going well, and I was having a hard time hiding my throbbing erection as I looked into this beautiful girl's face, I decided not to beat around the bush. "Listen," I said, "I know this is going to sound very forward, but I was wondering if you'd be interested in coming back to my place." I knew full well that this tactic was likely going to blow up in my face. You can imagine my excitement, then, when it didn't. "You think that just because I've been talking to you for a few minutes that I want to sleep with you?" While the words she used make it sound like she was offended, the look on her face confirmed that she was definitely not. "Well," I replied, "it's not every day I get a chance to meet a woman as gorgeous as you, so I figured I'd take a chance. "Really," she said, "and what would you have done if I got pissed off and smacked you?" "Gone home dejected and spend the next two weeks living in a dark room trying to find a reason to go on living." She laughed. "Where do you live?" she asked. Jackpot. "About twenty minutes from here," I replied. "Okay, let's go." I walked her down the street to my car, then about five minutes after we left she broke up our small talk with a more serious question. "You don't know who I am, do you?" "What do you mean?" I asked. "You told me your name was Amanda." "That's right," she said, "Amanda Bynes." My face was still blank, so she explained further. "You know, "What a Girl Wants," "Big Fat Liar"?" Then it clicked in. I had seen the previews for "What a Girl Wants," but I barely knew the name or face. "Really?" I said, "That was you?" "Yeah." "Wow." "Aren't you going to tell me you're a big fan?" she replied, sarcastically. "I think we both know I've never seen your movies. I must admit, though, I'm a big fan of your body!" She smiled as I ran my hand up her thigh and began to rub her pussy through her jeans. By the time we pulled into my garage, my hand was down her pants, fingering her pussy. We got out of the car and I led her into the house, then upstairs and into the guest bedroom, knowing that my own room was a mess. Without a word, we each took off our own clothes. As soon as we were naked she laid back down on the bed and pulled me down after her. She guided my face between her legs, and I wasted no time licking and sucking on her clit and pussy lips. "Oh my god!" she said. "You're making me so wet! That feels amazing!" It was only a minute later before she was screaming out in orgasm. "Yes baby!" she said after her orgasm had subsided. "Lick it!" I did as she asked, licking her clit furiously as I pushed a couple of fingers inside her. "Holy shit!" she yelled. "I'm cumming again!" When she finished cumming, she pushed me off of her and onto my back, then bent down and started running her tongue up and down the length of my cock. "You look so beautiful," I said as she looked up at me and took my cock into her mouth. For the next few minutes she worked about half of my eight-inch cock into her mouth, using her hand to rub my balls and the rest of my shaft. "Do you want to fuck me?" she asked, taking my cock out of her mouth. I responded by putting her on her hands and knees, facing the mirrored closet, then positioning myself behind her. I slid my entire cock into her in one smooth motion, eliciting a moan from her lips as she closed her eyes. I watched her face and body in the mirror as I fucked her from behind, starting slow and gradually building up speed. No words were passed between us, just moans as we basked in the ecstasy of each other's hard bodies. Just as I felt myself getting dangerously close to orgasm, Amanda pulled away. She stood up off the bed, then bent over the dresser. I stood behind her and entered her from behind once again, delighted to find that we could still see each other in the mirror, although the view had changed from a frontal one to the side. "You feel fucking amazing, Amanda!" I said as I fucked her. "Feel that cock, baby!" I fucked her for a few minutes until I could tell she was close to cumming then, returning the tease she had done to me, I pulled out. I turned her around, guiding her down to her knees, then pulled her face to me, feeding her my cock. She sucked her pussy juices off of it for a couple of minutes. "Does that feel good?" she asked, stopping for a moment. I responded by pushing her head back towards my cock. She continued to suck it for a few more minutes, then I pulled her to her feet. I pushed her back onto the bed and onto her side, then knelt over her and pushed my cock into her pussy once again. "You feel so fucking good!" I said as I fucked her, watching her firm tits jiggle from the force of each thrust. Less than two minutes after I started fucking her that way, she moaned loudly in orgasm. I stayed inside of her and rolled her face down, burying her head in the pillow as I continued to fuck her. "Yeah, take that cock, Amanda!" I said, listening to her muffled moans. I fucked her just like that for a few more minutes, then she pushed me off of her and onto my back. I stayed still as she straddled my hips, facing away, and lowered her pussy onto my throbbing cock. "Yes!" she screamed as she watched herself in the mirror. "Stuff my cunt, baby! It's so wet!" I could tell she was nearing orgasm, but I stopped her. "Turn around," I said. "I want to see your face while you cum." Keeping mycock inside of her the whole time, she turned to face me and resumed riding my cock. "That's it baby!" I said after her orgasm started approaching once again. "Cum for me!" She moaned loudly as her final orgasm hit, and I unloaded my cum inside her tight little eighteen-year-old pussy at the exact same time. Our orgasms seemed to last forever, then she collapsed on top of me. She kept me inside her for several minutes before she climbed off of me. "Can I use your shower?" she said, standing beside the bed naked. I showed her where the towels were and then got dressed as she cleaned herself up. She returned to the room naked, then began putting her clothes back on. "That felt so amazing!" she said. Once she was dressed, I gave her a ride back to the hotel she was staying at. She asked for my phone number, promising to give me a call next time she was in town. I don't know if she will, but I'm just fine knowing that I got to fuck that sweet little pussy once already. Just 18 It all started last autumn. I was renting a flat in London, a small bedsit over a row of rundown shops where the smell from countless restaurants hung in the air like stale cigarette smoke. I'd been unemployed for nearly a year and if it wasn't for the council paying my landlord every month I'd have been sleeping out in the park with all the other drunks and users. Anything that came along to brighten the drab grey of the damp city street was welcome, and I used to spend hours standing at the window eyeing women passing along the street below, my eyes taking in ever sway of their hips as they criss-crossed the street. It had been a warm summer and lots of girls were wearing short skirts or dresses. I loved watching their slim legs as they sauntered along the pavement. I spent hours guessing which were wearing stockings beneath those swaying hemlines, standing at the window rubbing my hard cock through my trousers as I dreamed of thin blank panties just yearning to be rolled down over curvaceous thighs. I even made up names for the regular passers-by: Lisa in her black knee-length number, Tracy with her cotton print mini-dress, and Jenny, just begging to be taken from behind in her longish grey number with the kick pleats and the long back vent. Then, one day, the flat a few doors down from me went vacant. There was a dirty "For Let" sign hung in the shop window downstairs for nearly three months before a new occupant moved in: that would be about the middle of September. I noticed the sign had gone before I saw who had moved in, but one Tuesday morning when I was nursing a hangover I opened he curtains and saw a girl coming out of the door and walking down the iron stairs at the back of the flats. She was dressed in the prefect uniform of a local school, so I guessed she must be in her final term and therefore about eighteen, although she looked pretty mature. What I noticed first was her blonde hair down the back of her dark blue blazer. As my eyes looked down her body I couldn't believe the length of her skirt: it was so short I felt sure the school would have banned her on the spot if she stepped through the gates dressed like that. As I watched her walking down the steps I realised what she'd done. It was an old trick I'd seen some of the more forward girls do before: roll the waistband of their skirts over several times so it was hitched up short. I figured that she must be keen to impress some boy on the bus but would make sure she unrolled the top of the skirt before she went to class. From that moment I was hooked. Because she left for school at the same time every day I made sure I was always at the window when she left home, dreaming of what I'd like to do to that slim sexy body as she strolled off towards the bus stop. I began wanking each morning as I watched her walk down the road, seeing if I could come before she turned the corner. I wondered if, one day, I could be outside my flat on some pretext and engage her in conversation. I even dreamed that, if I got her talking, I could somehow get round to inviting her up to my room. I'm thirty but I pride myself I look at least ten years younger, so I reckoned I may have been able to kid her I was nearer her age so I could get closer to those sexy hips and soft young chest. Little did I know then where my lust was going to lead me. It must have been about the end of October when it happened. It was just after breakfast and I was asleep in front of the television, my pants still wet from where I'd jerked off watching her that morning. Suddenly I was woken by a ring on the doorbell, and when I'd focused enough to open the door I found a middle-aged woman looking at me, her eyes full of anger. "You pervert!" she snarled before I could even mumble a greeting. "You've been watching my daughter. I've seen you hiding behind the curtains. I've seen you fondling yourself." I froze. "Come inside," I said weakly, trying to stop her shouting and alerting the entire neighbourhood to my sexual habits. Fortunately she stepped into the hall, and I was able to shut the door before she started shouting again. "I'm going to have you arrested. For fucksake she's a schoolgirl." "She's over sixteen," I replied mildly in my defence, but she wasn't taking any notice. "How do you know?" she snapped. "She could be twelve for all you know." "She's wearing a prefect's tie," I stammered, trying to defend myself. "She must be eighteen or more." "Yeah," she growled again, "she's eighteen: just. But she's still a schoolgirl. And how old are you? Thirty? Forty?" The thought she could mistake me for being forty didn't do much for my ego, but at the time the only thing on my mind was how to stop her yelling. "Look," I began firmly, but my voice drifted away as she stared at me defiantly. "So you want to fuck her, eh?" she continued unabated. "You like girls in uniform do you? Men like you should be castrated. You dirty little fucker!" I didn't see her knee come up until it was too late. She caught me right in the groin and I collapsed onto the carpet at her feet, writhing in agony with the terrible pain from my crushed balls. As I lay there, rolling on the carpet, she stood and watched me dispassionately. Then, while I was still lying on the floor, she fetched a chair from the dining room. "Sit on there," she ordered, and fearing another bullbusting I did as she asked. I was still clutching my groin, and sitting up in the chair was even more painful than lying on the floor, but I knew I was powerless. I hardly noticed as she unbuckled the belt from her jeans and walked around behind me, pulling my arms around the back of the chair and securing them with her belt. When this had been accomplished, and she was certain I was secure, she stood in front of me again, watching as I struggled hopelessly to free myself. Slowly, her eyes fixed on me, she unzipped her jeans and rolled them down, stepping out of them as they lay in an untidy tangle on the floor. My eyes dropped from her face to her crutch, and despite my pain the sight of her white panties and her slender bare legs started to harden my dick. "You've got a good recovery time," she said sarcastically. "Do you want to fuck me too? Do you want me to take off my panties?" I didn't answer, but my cock was so hard inside my trousers words were unnecessary. She smiled. "Okay, loser. I'll give you thrill." She pulled down her panties and I found myself staring at the dark triangle of hair around her pussy. Despite the beating she'd given to my balls I wanted her badly, and when she stepped close to me I tried arching my groin up to meet her advancing body. For a moment she looked amused at my desperate attempts to reach her clit whilst still bound to the chair. Then, still smiling, she kneed my balls as hard as she could. The second wave of pain hit me like an electric shock, and I threw my head back so violently I nearly tipped the chair over. My mouth was open, trying to release a yell of agony, but as I brought my head forward again she caught my chin and quickly stuffed her panties into my mouth, stifling my cries. I tried to spit them out, but they were forced so far back towards my throat I couldn't use my tongue to push them away. As I tried to catch my breath she took off her T-shirt, rolled it into the shape of a long scarf, and tied it round the back of my head and between my jaws effectively gagging me with her panties still in my mouth. Without the power of speech and bound fast to the chair I was completely helpless, and my balls were so raw even the sight of her wearing nothing except her bra failed to make he hard. After a few seconds she bend down and removed my trainers, then removed my socks and used them to tie my legs to each leg of the chair. Finally, when she was sure I was completely bound, she unzipped my trousers and roughly exposed my aching cock. Satisfied she stood back and admired her handiwork, and for a moment we stared at one another. When she finally broke the silence she spoke in a controlled, almost soft voice. "Now here's the deal. As you obviously can't control your dick I'm going to have to take control of it for you. I could fit you with a chastity device, but my guess you'd find some way to break it open, so I intend to do something more permanent." She moved towards me and I instinctively flinched, expecting another knee in my exposed balls. But instead she bent her head down and gently started licking the head of dick. The sensation was incredible, and when she opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around my throbbing penis, taking it down deep into her throat, I couldn't help starting to ooze pre-cum. Even the feeling of her hair against my groin was incredibly arousing, and I was soon on the verge of exploding into the best orgasm of my life. She must have been an expert at sensing just when I was about to come, because just as the first spasm pulsed through my dick she pulled her head back slightly and brought her teeth heavily down, biting my penis so hard I almost thought she would sever it completely. To go from the point of orgasm back to pain was almost more agony than the bullbusting, and there were real tears in my eyes as I struggled in vain to scream through the gag. "Well done," she said, standing back up and admiring the marks of blood on my dick where her teeth had sunk in. "It's called a ruined orgasm, and the idea is that you start to associate coming with pain not pleasure. That way, when your training is complete, you won't be able to come however hard you try because all you'll think about is the pain." When she'd finished speaking she left me alone in the hall and went searching around the flat. When she came back she was dressed in one of my shirts and a pair of jeans. "I'm off now," she said casually. "My daughter and I will pop in from time to time to feed you. You'll have to piss and shit in the chair I'm afraid, but you'll get used to it. I'll rig up a more permanent tether tomorrow. Since you seem to like my daughter's school uniform so much I'll ask her to wear it when she visits you tonight. Don't expect any sympathy from her though: I've taught her self-defence and she's just itching to have a slave to kick in the balls. Who knows, one day, when you get to the stage that you can't come no matter how hard you try, we might even release you for limited periods. We'll see." With that she opened the door and walked out into the sunshine. Left alone I studied my crushed and bloodied dick and balls. I thought about her daughter visiting me later, tempting me in her school uniform then crushing what was left of my testicles. Despite the pain the thought of it was making me hard again, although an erection was now painful in itself with all the wounds to my dick. I would beat them, these two sluts. They would never stop me from having an orgasm, no matter how much pain they made me suffer. All that was a few months ago. It took two months for them to destroy me, but finally they succeeded in ruining my orgasms so many times I couldn't come no matter how hard I tried. They built a steel cage and for most of the day I'm chained up, but if I'm very good they will release me for a few hours to serve them around the house. I am never permitted to wear clothes, however, and if I make a mess of my chores they take turns to bullbust me. Sometimes the daughter invites some of her schoolgirl friends around to look at me, and they laugh as I struggle in vain to get an erection. A few have even been allowed to handle my battered dick out of curiosity, my captors knowing that it's so raw from their punishment I can't derive any pleasure from such stroking. Mostly though the girls use me to practice their self-defence, kicking and kneeing my balls until they're bleeding and swollen. So next time you look lustfully at a schoolgirl in the street remember my story. As you eye those thin legs remember how hard they can knee you in the groin. As your dream of removing those tight blouses remember how hard a schoolgirl can use a strap-on up your arse. And most of all, if you want to wank to the sight of those swinging virgin hips in a pleated miniskirt, remember your next jerk-off could be your last if her mother catches you. Just 60 Minutes "If you have an hour, will you not improve that hour, instead of idling it away?" Lord Chesterfield Tick . . Tick . . The seconds on wall clock ticked off slowly. It was early Friday morning in Classroom 204. English 101 was the topic that Professor Le Master was teaching to the class. I was a strait "A" student all through high school and college was proving no different for me. English 101 was the only class I had on Fridays and with it only being 1 hour long it hardly seemed worth it most of time. 9:05 a.m. Five minutes into the class and my mind started to drift on to other things. Mostly on how nice Mr Le Master's as was looking very nice this morning in his usual khaki pants and dress shirt with tie. I had woken up very horny this morning and very late. Mr Le Master was very strict with his class room rules and being late was not permissible. I had dressed in a hurry, throwing on the first thing I had spotted and rushes off to class. I could tell when I walked into the classroom just in time that Mr. Le Master's was not overly impressed by my slutty attire. My out fit was some knee high black boots, black stockings under my black skirt, and bright red button shirt that had the top button undone. I had worn the same outfit to the club last night and loved the attention it had caused. 9:10 a.m. Tick Tick Tick. The seconds dragged on. I found myself concentrating on the front of Mr. Le Masters pants. His package was outlined just slightly and I couldn't take my eyes from it. Every time he turned to the board to write something I found myself getting disappointed. However, the back view was just as nice so I couldn't complain much there either. His khaki pants, white shirt, and red tie made him an irresistible target. 9:15 a.m. CRACK! the wooden pointer of Mr Le Master's cracked off the board as he was trying to gain the classes attention. I instantly found myself getting wet and fantasizing. I wasn't at interested in what he was teaching about. *. . . I was in his office and being bent over his desk and getting caned by his stick. My skirt pulled up, panties around my knees, and his hand on the small of my back holding me in place. Each swing making a swoosh noise as it arks towards my ass. Each crack of the stick on my firm ass causing small tears of pain mixed with pleasure. My little whimpers did not slow his stick. He showed me no mercy. Just the way I liked it.* 9:20 a.m. Damn I thought to myself. I was dripping wet and fidgeting on my seat. I had myself so turned on that I could barely sit still. I focused my attention on Mr Le Masters crotch again, listening to his pointer "swoosh" through the air as he commanded the room. I began to picture him as my Dom and me as his naughty slut student. The thought of being bent over his desk once again occurred to me. The welts from the stick marking the tender flesh of my ass. I found myself biting my lower lip and failing to hear a word that Mr Le Master was saying. 9:25 a.m. Oh God I thought to myself. My pussy was on fire. I could feel my wetness seeping from between my lips. I crossed and recrossed my legs, trying desperately to get some satisfaction to my aching clit. I continued my fantasy of Mr Le Master in my brain. *. . . He was positioned behind me . . tracing each welt with his finger tips. Chills raced up and down my spine. Goose bumps formed on my arms at the thought of his fingers slowly exploring the crack of my ass. He started at my tail bone and slowly slipped them lower. My knees buckled when he traced me little virgin ass hole. Only the desk kept me from falling. He moved in front of me and stretched my arms across his desk. He then removed his red tie and tied my wrists together. He fastened the other end to the leg of his desk, holding me in a completely exposed position. My ass jutted out and tight. His fingers traced lower, slipping easily into the folds of my pussy. Using my own desire he teased and lubed my ass.* 9:30 a.m. Half way there I thought. I badly wanted to run from the class room to my dorm room so I could get myself off. I spread my legs slightly, offering a glimpse up my skirt to Mr Le Master if he would just take a second to notice. His actions gave me no inclination that he had noticed the white lace hiding beneath my short skirt. My pussy was so wet that my desire soaked the lace material. I had no control of the pressure that was building inside me. I had to glance around and see if anyone had noticed my actions. *. . . Swack. Swack. Swack. Swack. Mr. Le Master's hand rained down on my ass. The pain was exquisite. It made my blood boil. My pussy juices streaked down the inside of my thighs. Mr Le Master would pool it on his finger and then spread it over my little ass hole. I squirmed the best I could to be free from his torturous touch. I sensed his movement to the side of his desk and turned as he unlocked and opened the top drawer. From the drawer he removed an anal plug and some lube. I started to protest, but my cries fell on deft ears as he placed them on the desk. He dug through the drawer looking for something. He must have finally found what it was because he started smiling. My eyes went wide, staring in disbelief as he pulled out a ball gag from the drawer. It was bright red and had the traditional black leather strap. He commanded me to open my mouth and i refused. My lips were pursed closed when he suddenly yanked my head up by my hair. I started to scream but was only cut off by the ball being inserted into my open mouth. I adjusted my jaw around it as he fastened it securely in place.* 9:40 a.m. I was on the verge of screaming. My fantasy had me so worked up. My legs were splayed very unladylike like. I didn't care who got a glimpse any more. The cool air felt glorious on the damp fabric of my panties. I raised my skirt just a little more with my hands. Mean while I was trying to get Mr Le-master's attention. He was cool, calm, and collected. If he had seen me on display he wasn't showing it. My pussy continued to throb, pulsing in rhythmic spasms. *. . . Something cool touched my little ass hole. I wiggled my hips once again but this time Mr Le Master trapped my hips to the desk with his body weight. Slowly he eased the plug up my ass. The pain was intense and it was barely fitting. He coached me along, telling me to breath and relax or it would hurt more. I tossed my head from side to side as he continued to stretch out my little hole. Just when I thought he had given up he pushed the plug fully in my ass. I felt my ass stretch and then clench on the narrow base. The pain was immense and I stiffened instantly, rising my body up from the desk. Fighting the ties that kept me in place.* 9:50 a.m. Ten more minutes. I was not going to make it till the end of class. I was so close to crashing down in a massive orgasm. I clenched the sides of the desk. I crossed my legs and squeezed my PC muscles. Desperately trying to control it. Fighting with everything I had but it was a losing battle. Each time my pussy spasm-ed I bit my lip harder. I scanned the room repeatedly hoping no one had heard the small gasps coming from me. I was thankful for picking a seat way in the back. *. . . My little ass hole flexed around the base of the anal plug. It tried to free itself of the plug but it was firmly locked in place. Suddenly Mr Le Master ripped my panties from me. They came tearing off in one swift yank. He kicks my legs farther apart as I hear the jingle of his belt coming undone. I feel the head of his cock nestle between the folds of my pussy. I am mad with lust now. . thrusting my hips back trying to get more of his cock. He teases me with it, holding my hips still. Suddenly he plows his cock into me. I feel his balls slap my clit with a wet slap. He doesn't give me time to adjust and instantly starts fucking me hard. His cock felt huge inside me. I wasn't a virgin, that had been lost on prom night to my then boyfriend. It felt every bit of 8" long and very thick. Each stroke of his cock raked nerves in my pussy that had never been touched before. He changed his angle slightly and then started pounding the head of his cock off my G-Spot. I grunted with every thrust through the gag, the room filled with echos of his balls slapping my wet cunt. Mr Le Master grabbed a fist full of my long blonde hair and drove his cock into me with all he had. My hips were lifted off the desk with each thrust.* 9:55 a.m. Tick. Tick. Tick. I watched as the second hand skipped around the face of the clock. It seemed to come to a complete stop. Five more minutes remained. I was losing it. My pussy quivered as my orgasm was starting to begin. Mr Le Master looked right at me suddenly. His eyes locked on mine. My face flushed, the heat making me break into a sweat. I knew I had been caught finally. My cunt exploded with a shower of juices. Soaking the remains of my panties and coating the inside of my thighs. I closed my eyes as wave after wave of my orgasm washed over me. 10:00 a.m. Mr. Le Master finished his lesson for the day and dismissed the class. I sat for a moment trying to regain my composure as the rest of the students filed out of the class room. A boy from a few rows in front of me turned and gave me a knowing glance. Oh God I thought to myself. Did he know? My face flushed again all over with embarrassment. When my knees and legs felt strong enough I stood up and adjusted my skirt. I slowly walked forward towards the front of the classroom and headed for the door. I couldn't look at Mr Le Master. "Miss Julia, don't forget this." Mr Le Master said holding his hand out. I approached him slowly, nervously. I reached for his hand, taking the remote control to the bullet inside my pussy from him. His eyes burned though mine as he smiled. "Thank you Sir" I responded. My voice cracked slightly. My throat was on fire and dry. I needed a drink. "Be in my office in 10 minutes, I will be there shortly so I can finish what you have started." Mr Le Master commanded. His right hand moving up and loosening his red tie. "Yes Sir" I said. I walked away with a growing smile knowing my fantasy was about to become a reality.