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Amy Ch. 02

By: shagsbeard



I awakened from dreams about fucking Amy's mouth to the feeling of somebody's fingertips caressing my neck and shoulders. I was laying naked in bed on my stomach, having fallen asleep after masturbating into a pair of Amy's thong panties earlier that night. I awakened slowly to notice she was sitting on the edge of my bed wearing the same skirt and tank top she had on before. She must have just come back from the party.

"Hey, hon. How'd the party go," I asked as I propped myself up on my elbows. The blanket fell down to the middle of my back. She had no way of knowing I was naked underneath, but the thought of being exposed in front of her made me both excited and nervous.

"It was alright, I guess. Good music, good dancing, big assholes. The usual frat party." She laughed and grinned at me – that same grin that made me fall for her in the first place years ago.

I rolled onto my side to face her and she laid down next to me and facing me, only she was on top of the covers. She hugged me close and kissed me full on the lips. Where we usually had little pecks, this was a little more lingering and full that usual. I didn't react to it any differently, but I made a mental note of it – it wasn't lost on me, and I was pleased. We faced each other and smiled.

"How was your reading?" she asked.

"Didn't end up getting much of it done actually," I said. "It was just too boring."

She nodded and told me not to worry about it. "Your class will go fine," she added.

"So anyway, what brings you into my office at this late hour?" I asked.

"Oh, I just wanted to ask you another favor," Amy said with a little girlish pouting expression – the one she always used on me to get her way. "My alarm is broken and I was wondering if you could come into my room and wake me up so I won't miss my lunch with my parents tomorrow at noon."

"Okay, I can do that easily enough," I said smiling.

"Thanks sweetie!" she said and hugged and kissed me again. This time she definitely let it linger and sucked on my bottom lip a little bit. I wondered if she'd been loosened up a bit by the drinks at the party, but didn't much mind if this is what it got me. She hopped off the bed and walked toward my door, her ass wavering back and forth as usual while she walked sexily.

"Hey, hon?" I said.

She stopped and looked over her shoulder at me. As she did, she kicked off her heels and bent over slightly, lifted up her skirt just enough to reach under it and slide her panties off. She exposed half her ass as she did so, but no more than I'd seen when she wore her short shorts. Nevertheless, it left me speechless and with a huge erection. She stood up straight, allowing her g-string and her skirt to fall back down. She picked up the thong and her heels and said, "Well… what is it?"

I started to stammer. I had been staring while she took off her panties absent-mindedly. She smiled at my doltish attempts as speech. "Silly boy," she said. "I love you, sweetie. Have sweet dreams."

"That's what I meant to say," I smiled. "I love you too, hon. Sleet tight."

The next morning I woke up a couple hours before Amy's lunch with her parents. I slipped on a pair of blue athletic shorts with nothing underneath and a white tank top that displayed my shoulders and decently muscled arms to my liking. I walked across the hall and found Amy's door open a crack. I pushed it open and walked inside quietly.

My cock became hard the moment I saw her. Amy was lying on her stomach in bed. On the floor next to the bed were Amy's skirt, thong and tank top from the night before. The covers were pulled down so far that they only covered three quarters of her ass. She was totally naked underneath. I could see a couple inches of the crack of her ass peaking out as well as all of her slender and smooth delicate back. Her arms were tucked under the pillow above her head. I could see the sides of her tits swelling slightly underneath her.

I sat down slowly and easily on the side of her bed. Amy stirred slightly and then appeared to drift back into sleep. I then reached out and touched her back. I caressed the small of her back gently with the back of my hand, back and forth. Her eyes slowly opened and then she smiled at me. She sleepily said, "Morning, sweetie. Thanks for waking me up."

"Morning, hon," I said. "Sleep well?"

"Oh, yeah. I had great dreams."

"What about?" I asked.

"Fucking," she said with a wicked grin.

"You're bad," I laughed.

She giggled and her tits giggled slightly as she did. "You don't know the half of it," Amy added.

"What's the other half?" I asked.

"Oh, nothing…" she said and grinned wickedly.

"What!" I insisted, smiling back playfully.

"Just that I was dreaming about fucking you," she said and laughed, her face turning red. She propped herself up onto her elbows and covered the bottom half of her face with her hands as she blushed and smiled, staring right at me. I could see the sides of her tits hanging down, jiggling freely as she laughed. I couldn't see her nipples, though, in the shadows underneath her body.

I gulped and blushed as I looked back at her. "You really are bad," I said.

"It was just a dream. We can't control our dreams," she said, trying to look innocent.

"Uh huh," I said teasingly. "I just hope it was good dream sex."

"Oh, it was," she answered. "Very kinky," she said, winking.

Before I could say any more – and much to my dismay, she reached back and pulled the covers up from her half-exposed ass all the way to her shoulders so she could roll over without exposing herself. She rolled onto her back and propped herself up on one elbow. With her other arm, she held the blanket over her swelling tits. She did nothing to reveal a fine swell of cleavage. The blanket almost revealed her nipples. But I wasn't complaining. Her tits swayed gently as she fidgeted to get into position.

She gave me the same girlish pouting face she always gave me when she wanted me to do something – large or small. "Could you hand me my panties?" she gestured down to the g-string from the night before she had tossed on the floor. "I need to go get a shower if I'm going to be on time."

I reached down and handed the slinky g-string thong to her. She took it and slid it underneath the sheets. She lifted up her ass under the covers and slid the thong on. Then she covered her nipples with her forearm and slid out from under the covers and stood up in front of me. She was wearing nothing but her sheer g-string. Her forearm covered only her nipples. I could see the bottom and top of her huge tits peaking out from behind her arm. My eyes traced a line down her body to her crotch. The material of the thong was very small, rising to only a couple inches above the slit of her pussy, and less than a full inch on either side of it. The material was just sheer enough that I could tell she was correct the night before in saying she shaved her pubic hair. But I couldn't make out any more detail than that.

With her free hand she playfully punched my shoulder. Her tits bounced gently under her other arm as she did so. "You pervert," she said playfully. "Don't stare at my pussy like that!"

I gulped and said nothing, embarrassed.

"It's alright," she said. "I'm just kidding. Say, do me another favor. Pick me out something to wear while I'm in the shower. Don't bother picking me out a pair of panties this time. I don't want to wear any today."

"Okay," I said, not sure how to react but secretly hiding an enormous hard on in my pants.

She strutted from the room, her ass swaying back and forth with each sexy step. I starred right at her ass, which was now fully bared before me. The string of her thong covered nothing, meeting with the wait band a full inch above the crack of her ass, into which the material disappeared. Her ass was full and round and soft, and giggled slightly with each step. She caught me staring after her and shook her head, rolling her eyes. She did it playfully so, however, making sure I knew she didn't really mind.


I went over to her dresser and picked out some clothes for her. I sorted through her tops and decided on something sexy but conservative enough for her parents. I picked out a small black baby t-shirt which would be tight enough to accent her tits but wouldn't show off the line of her cleavage too much. The neck was cut just to show her collar bone – and Amy had a very nice collar bone. For her pants, I picked a white pair of tight kakis with no back pockets. She wouldn't be able to wear panties with this anyway, so it was a good choice. Plus it would accent her ass nicely. I decided she wouldn't need a bra.

I carried the clothes to the bathroom door, which was open a crack with steam wafting out of it. I called inside, "I picked out some clothes for you, hon. Where do you want me to leave them?"

"Come inside and set them on the counter," she said casually.

I got excited at the prospect of being in the room while she was naked, even if she was in the shower. I pushed the door open and went inside to find her sheer black g-string on the floor. She was inside the shower. The shower doors were made of distorted glass. I could see her sexy tan skin tone and the curves of her body, but no details. I laid the clothes down on the counter, and then stopped and stared. She was soaping up her tits, and I could see her hands smothering them and then her tits bouncing as she let go to rinse off her hands. My cock sprang to life again in my shorts, making a clear tent in the material.

She looked over at me and laughed. "Why don't you just go jerk off, you pervert?"

I stammered, "I'm sorry," and started to leave.

"No, wait," she said as she turned off the water. "Hand me a towel first. I forgot to bring one in here before I took my panties off."

"Alright, just a second."

I walked out of the room and grabbed a towel from the linen closet in the hallway. I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself. I stepped back inside and instantly dropped the towel on the floor, staring agape at the sight before me.

Amy stood totally naked in the middle of the bathroom. She was facing me, her tits and pussy in full view. Her nipples had areoles an inch wide and hard, and were hard after getting out of the hot shower and into the cooler bathroom. Her pussy was shaved smooth and its lips appeared moist and swollen slightly with arousal. What had she been doing to herself in the shower?

She smiled at me as I started to stammer and turn my head away. "No, its okay, sweetie. You can look if you want to. I don't mind. In fact, I kind of like it when you check me out. Its okay, I know you do it. Go ahead."

I licked my lips nervously and looked right at her, examining her body in detail. Her skin was perfect and smooth, with no tan lines at all. Her hips curved out perfectly, and her tits were so soft and perfectly shaped, swaying with every move she made.

She laughed a little. "Okay, okay. Enough for right now. I need to get ready." She took the towel and wrapped it around herself. She stepped to the mirror and started to get ready. I looked down to see the bottom of her ass peaking out of the towel.

She said, "Sweetie, I told you. Enough for now. I'm sure you'll get a chance to see more later. I have to get ready. Go jerk off if you need to, sweetie. I don't mind."

And I did just that. I went into my room and took off my clothes. I lay on my bed and started stroking my cock. I left my bedroom door open, feeling adventurous. I listened to her footsteps in the bathroom next door and thought about what I'd just seen. It only took me one full minute to cum. My cum shot into the air and landed on my stomach. I got some tissues and cleaned myself up, then flopped back into bed and pulled the covers over my waist, much the same way I had found Amy earlier the same morning.


Amy walked into my room. "I heard you grunting away in here sweetie," she laughed and clapped her hands once, smiling. "Was it good for you?"

I threw a pillow at her playfully and said, "Shut up!"

She laughed and looked in my mirror, spinning to get a view of herself form every angle. "You picked out a nice outfit, sweetie. Thanks. It makes my ass look really nice."

I got brave enough to say, "Yeah, it really does."

She smiled playfully at the compliment. "Glad you like it, pervert."

I just smiled, starting to relax into the new flirtatious dynamic of our relationship.

"Well I have to go," she said. "I'll probably be gone most of the day, but I'll see you tonight. Take care of yourself, sweetie."

"I will, hon. Have fun. I'll miss you."

"You too. Love you, Nathan."

"Love you, Amy."

She turned to walk away and I admired her ass in the tight kakis which fit like a second skin, letting her ass jiggle with each step.

"And thank you," I added.

She looked over her shoulder at me, smiling deviously. "You're welcome, sweetie," she said and walked out. I heard the front door of the apartment close and her footsteps as she left.

Amy Ch. 02



WEDDING BELLS 

[This is a work of fiction. With the exception of the city of Chicago, all places, events, and characters are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Also, please note that in chapter one, the date of Amy receiving the government death notice telegram should have been 1945, not 1944 as my typo error indicated. This would also make her later statement of "widow for more than two years..." now have to read "widow for more than a year..." as at least one feedback writer has indicated. My apologies for the unintentional error in chronology.]

It was the summer of 1926, the last Sunday in June, to be exact. My twenty-fifth birthday had been celebrated just the month before at a party thrown by my boss at a local country club. The roaring twenties were, well, roaring! My wedding had just occurred and my new husband, Larry, and I were heading back down the aisle to the strains of Trumpet Voluntary. It was just 5:45 p.m. and the wedding supper was scheduled to start at 7:00, to be followed by a wedding dance at the country club at nine.

Before I continue with my story, perhaps I should tell you something. I may be in my late 80's as of 2005, but my mind is clear--at least about these early years of my life, if not the more recent ones. I dictate into a digital recorder (modern technology, my, my, my!), and my free spirited granddaughter transcribes those notes later on her computer word processor (more modern technology!) and then prints the story. Don't underestimate us senior citizens!

But, back to my story, I need to back up a bit. Larry and I had begun dating near the end of our sophomore year in high school. I lost my virginity with him at our junior prom the next year, spring, 1916. We dated all through our senior year and we fucked three or four more times, the last time the night of our senior prom. Larry enlisted right after graduation and after basic training, I saw him off to France to fight the Hun on loan to and in the service of the Brits. I would not see him again for nearly a decade. 

In the meantime, I got a job in Chicago as a secretary, quickly advancing up to the position of executive secretary to the president of a large bank. I had to be well qualified as a secretary, but the rapid advancement meant that I also had to fuck the guy to get the job. That "one nighter" became an affair that lasted two years and resulted in many expensive presents for me. The affair ended amicably and I remained his secretary. I was good at both jobs, very, very good! The boss did get a new mistress though, a black girl. I guess he just needed variety.

After the affair ended, I was then unattached, but I did not lack for dates from which to choose. My flaming red hair, both top and bottom, green eyes, light freckles and big chest, especially my chest, kept the boys sniffing around! My tight butt didn't hurt a thing, either! It was the era of the flapper, but with my big tits, I went more for the Mae West look instead. And boy, were the flappers ever envious of my successes, too!

Although the affair with my boss had ended quite some time ago, we still did have the occasional one nighter, and he was my escort for a country club dance on a summer night in May of 1926. I had gone out on the terrace for some air and a naughty cigarette, when I felt arms reach around me from behind and the hands clasp over my belly button. 

"Long time, no see!" said a strangely familiar voice, as I was drawn back tightly into a rock hard cock, straining to be released.

I squirmed around to stare into the eyes of my former high school lover, Larry! "My God," I said, "where have you been?" 

He replied, "Well, I was wounded rather severely and spent a long time in the hospital in both France and in various army medical centers on the U.S. east coast. I spent my idle hours studying photography and journalism and got a job on a New England newspaper after release from medical care and the military."

"My," I said, "You had a varied time of it. Are you married?" 

"No," he replied, "I never found the right girl, I guess, none to match you anyway and, I was pretty busy getting my career established in a very competitive field. How 'bout you?" 

"No, me either," I answered. What brings you to Chicago and this country club?" Larry answered, "I am in town on a photo assignment and got the invitation here tonight from friends."

Suddenly, we were in each other's arms in a skin tight embrace! Larry's mouth opened and his tongue forced mine open. Our tongues entwined as we licked and sucked our way through a lengthy and messy French kiss. "Oh my God," I said, "I have missed you so much. You just disappeared after enlisting." 

"Yeah," he said, "I really missed you too, but I was shipped out right after basic, thrown into combat immediately, and severely injured on the second day in the trenches. After that, things just got out of hand and out of contact." He began nibbling and kissing on my neck and left ear, making me tingle all over. I was wearing a very low cut gown with only my chemise top under it, and I felt Larry caressing my right boob with his left hand over the expansive area of exposure. Suddenly, the scanty coverings dropped down (shoved?) and my boob popped out in all it's naked glory for Larry to rub and play with. I felt my panties develop a wet spot, a big one! I brushed his hand away and tucked the errant boob back into place as Larry's hands grabbed my ass and pulled me tight against his huge erection. I helped by hugging him and pulling on him too!

Larry asked if I had an escort and I said that I did but that I could fix that with no trouble, which I promptly did. Larry led me out to his car in the parking lot, a 1926 Model T Ford. It was a turtle back closed coup with just the one bench seat. The "gear shift" consisted of the three pedals on the floor beneath the steering wheel. The three speed floor shift would have to wait for the Model A a few years later. This meant that other than the steering wheel, there was no obstruction for playing around on that big bench.

My gown top and chemise were quickly pulled down and the hem pushed up as Larry got one hand and his mouth on my tits and one hand on and in my pussy. He was almost on fire with desire and lust. So was I, especially as he worked me up to a fever pitch! He was licking my nipples and boobs, then between my tits, and then biting my nipples and snapping them with his teeth. I was heating up to the boiling point very quickly!

At the same time, Larry was rubbing up and down my cunt on both side of my slit, his middle finger riding on the slit itself. That finger went into my gash deeper and deeper with each stroke until it finally found my cunt hole and popped in. Larry wiggled that finger around and then settled in to tickling my G-Spot. My hips were by now bucking and heaving with real force against his hand and finger. I whimpered, "Oh, God, Larry, don't stop! Don't stop, Please! OoooooHhhhhhhh! I began to leak cunt juices like mad, drenching Larry's hand and the seat cushion.

I could tell Larry was rock hard and long ready to punch his big dick into my pussy's love channel. Larry dropped his pants in a blur of motion and started rubbing that big dick up and down my soaking pussy, adding his pre cum to my juices for lubricant. He again found my love canal opening and shoved his uncut cocked into the tunnel. Then he stopped and began to sloooowwly inch in further and further, stopping a bit and then continuing to push in, deeper and deeper, deeper, until he was finally buried balls deep into my pussy. Oh Gooddd, he was driving me delirious with lust and desire! I cried out, "Oh God, Larry, fill me up, fill me up, fuck me hard!" He did! 

My hands pulled on his ass to try to force him in harder and deeper. My God, I was about to go crazy with lust and desire, "Fuck me harder, faster, for God's sake, Larry, FUCK ME HAARRRDDDDEERRRR!" But Larry continued a slow, steady thrusting, all the way in, back out, all the way back in with that big fuck stick of his.

Suddenly, I began cumming! Pussy juice flowed like Niagara and I shuddered through one, then two, and then three orgasms. On the third one, Larry arched his back, thrust hard and deep, and erupted in a volcano of cock cream, deep in my pussy! That Model T was rocking like a steam engine doing ninety down the track! The night air had cooled considerable and the T's windows were steamed opaque. I was quite surprised, as we opened the doors for air, to hear a round of applause and cries of, "Bravo, bravo, encore, encore!" 

We had attracted a small crowd of onlookers! I was so embarrassed! But Larry just gave a little flippant bow and wave of his hand, uncoupled from me, and grabbed my head. He pulled me down to his cock and told me, "Suck it clean, babe, suck it clean. My bare ass was sticking out the door for all to see. More cheering! The trouble with sucking him clean was that he started getting hard again. 

I said, "Slow down big boy, your turn. Now suck me clean!" Larry leaned down and proceeded to give my pussy a tongue lashing as he licked and sucked me clean. Now his ass was sticking out the door, his ball sack hanging low for all to see. More cheers! I also saw at least one couple watching us with the guy's dick out and standing at attention while his date jacked him off.

When Larry had me cleaned off, he was hard as granite again. I scrunched down on the seat and had him straddle my chest and put his cock between my big tits. I used my hands to squeeze those big puppies together while he thrust up and down my cleavage, using saliva as a lubricant. When his cock head popped out of his foreskin at the top of each thrust, he paused while I took it in my mouth and licked and sucked on it. More cheers! In a very short time, he shuddered and shot a small wad of cock cream into my mouth. I swallowed it all and sucked him dry. More cheers! 

By this point, both Larry and I were sorely in need of a time out! So, we sat up, rearranged our clothes and he started the car with a button. He had added one of those new, fancy, electric self starters so he did not have to get out and hand crank anymore. Meanwhile, our audience was giving us a rousing round of applause! I told Larry I had an apartment downtown and that is where we headed. I invited him to stay the night. He did and now, a month later, here we are getting married!

But, I need to also tell you about the bachelorette party last night! Was it ever a doozy! Several ot the girls at the office planned and got the party together. A big, maroon Dusenberg sedan, wire wheels sparkling, picked me up outside my apartment and drove me to a well known speak easy on Welles Street. My boss had been arm twisted by the girls to rent the whole place, starting at ten that night. 

The party began hairy and wild from the start. Booze flowed like prohibition had never been thought of, good Canadian stuff. Chicago still knew how to party, Prohibition or not! The music was jazz and loud. A stand up comedian occupied the first half hour with an increasingly more dirty monologue of jokes. The second half hour got more interesting and heated up as a young couple came out on the stage to a very loud trumpet fanfare. 

They walked out holding hands and reciting some romantic lines that very quickly led to a passionate embrace. This led to a passionate striptease of each undressing the other. Then it was an erotic courting dance of hands on tits, hands on and in pussy, hands on cock, and finally, a doggie style fuck that had the twenty or so girls of the audience screaming, moaning, and masturbating. Some were masturbating through or under their clothes. Others unabashedly bared tits and/or pussies and were masturbating naked and exposed flesh in wild abandon. An awful lot of orgasms came off--other than the ones on the stage. A missionary position fuck on the stage set off another horny round of lust and masturbation, solo or otherwise, in the audience. By now, that included me, vigorously rubbing and finger fucking my pussy and tits.

Then, the high light of the evening! A huge gift wrapped box was pushed out onto the stage, pretty, with a big bow on top and all. The small jazz combo struck up a saxophone heavy bump and grind song and the front panel of the box dropped down with a loud bang! Out stepped a gorgeous hunk of a blonde man in full tux. He began to bump and grind to the music to the yells and roars of approval from the audience as he slowly began to remove articles of clothing, one thing at a time, starting with his top hat and cane. He looked like a Charles Atlas under those clothes and time would prove that a very correct assumption.

By this point, most of the girls were pretty far under the influence, with one or two already nearly passed out at or over their tables. Many tits and pussies were now bare and being caressed vigorously as the stud stripped. When he finally got down to just his jockey shorts, the shorts were tented and stretched to the breaking point. Studly spent a long tease, dropping and raising portions of those shorts. As he gyrated, his pecker head started appearing above the waist band! Girls nearly fainted as they began noticing and approval roars made the room vibrate like two sets of banjo strings in a rendition of Dueling Banjos.

Studly finally managed to strip out of the shorts and a monster fuck stick now stood straight up, the tip just past the top of his navel when he held it against himself to show it off. Now girls did faint. Pre cum was making the tip glisten and shine in the spotlights. He continued to gyrate to the music, but now he was slowly jacking himself off in tune with the music. One or two girls, and then more, began to rush up to him and touch his phallic totem, some brave enough to rub that cock head and beat a hasty retreat back to their seats, giggling and screaming hysterically.

Then studly began to make his way towards the head table and me. I was just tipsy enough at this point to enjoy what was happening (as if I needed to be tipsy!), Girls were yelling and screaming as studly reached me and did an up close and personal dance for me, his naked cock bobbing and swaying with his gyrations. Then he straddled my chair with his cock in my face and I just grabbed it and put it in my mouth to the sound of the loudest roars of approval yet. I licked that cockhead first and then began to stroke him as I deep throated him---deep throat, back off and jack, and repeat several times. What with his sensual dance and then my actions, it did not take long before he was shooting cock cream down my throat, buckets of it. The load was so large, it ran out of both corners of my mouth and drooled onto my lap. He was really excited too!

He must have been priapetic, because he stood me up and sat on my chair with his cock still standing at full attention. Then studly raised my dress, dropped my drawers and sat me down on his big stick while the room went absolutely mad. He bounced me up and down until I came in shuddering orgasm and spilled pussy juice on us both. He shuddered in a more or less dry orgasm. The rest of the night, many of the girls took turns with him, singly or in groups, jacking and stroking him while he finger fucked them and used his hands and mouth on their bare tits. It was quite a one man, endless women orgy!

Well, back to the end of the wedding ceremony. By the time I got out of the church, I was ready to "freshen up" before the wedding supper began. The supper was at the same country club as the later dance and only fifteen minutes away from the church. Larry had rented a big, black, Cadillac V-12 touring car for the evening and that drove us to the club where the bridesmaids and I immediately headed for the spectacular powder rooms it offered guests.

Larry's eighteen year old brother, Ray, was nearly eight years younger than Larry and I and was our best man. Leaving the powder rooms for the supper, I noticed him hanging about in the hall giving me the eye again. Ray had been doing this for the past month since Larry and I got back together and he (Ray) was anywhere close by. I did not think too much about Ray's eyeballing of me, chalking it up as raging teenage hormones and harmless.

After the wedding dance was several hours old and the bouquet tossed, the garter removed and tossed, and other assorted tomfoolery was over, I went back to the powder room again to pee. I also intended to change out of my wedding dress and into a much more comfortable outfit of blouse and slacks. My wedding dress was elegant, but simple, I could easily make the change by myself. I also had a reserved a private powder room for the bridesmaids and myself for the evening, one of the many perks my boss had at the club.

I had just gotten down to pantaloons and nothing else and I was sitting on the stool in a stall with pantaloons down around my ankles, when the stall door opened and there stood Ray! "Oh!" I said, "What do you want?" 

"A piece of you," was his nonchalant reply! 

"You're getting kind of big for your britches, aren't you," I asked? 

"You damned betcha," he said. "Want to see for yourself?" Without waiting for a reply from me, Ray proceeded to undo his fly buttons and slowly dropped his pants to the floor. His shorts tented out dramatically as he began to inch them down, slowly revealing a really big cockhead emerging above the descending waistband. 

Then some of the shaft appeared. Then more shaft. Then, still more shaft! Although I did not see it ( I was looking elsewhere at the time!), Ray also sported a smug and, at the same time, a leering grin. My God, I thought, just how long is that piece of man meat he's toting around there between his legs? Finally! The whole cock sprang free. And what a cock it was! I guess his youth, his equipment, and his apparent successes with that equipment accounted for his arrogant aggressiveness and confidence.

At nearly fourteen inches long and near four inches thick, that monster cock was over twice as big as my new husband's cock! My eyes widened as I looked and after some hesitant staring, I said, "Yes, you really are too big for your britches! God, would I like to try a piece of that!" 

Ray needed no further urging. He stepped up to me, still sitting on the pot, and stuck that big dick in my face. He rubbed it all around my cheeks, eyes, forehead, nose, and finally, my mouth. I took it, as I had the one Friday night at the party, and put the purple and glistening cock head in my mouth and went to work on it. I could only get it in as far as the back of my mouth. There would be no deep throating this one! But I managed to get it really throbbing and pulsing. 

Ray said, "Hold it, I want to fuck you silly before I cum." Pre cum was already draining steadily.

With that, he pulled me to my feet, lowered the lid, and sat on the stool. He sat me down on his lap, guiding my pussy down onto his big fuck stick and said, "You decide how fast to sit on my pole. You may need to go slow to adjust to my size." He was right. I could not get him all the way in, balls deep. He was just too long! But, while Ray grabbed my tits, one in each hand, I pumped myself up and down on his long dong. I felt the heat and electricity rising from my pussy to mingle with the tingle from my tits. Ray dropped one of his hands to my clit and really worked it over as we fucked. 

The strong action of Ray's dick and hand did not take long to trigger me into a shuddering and convulsing orgasm like none I had ever had before, except maybe that one with the male stripper. Ray followed quickly after with squirt after squirt of cock cream deep into my pussy. We just sat there for a little bit, recovering our senses and our breathing. Finally, I said, "Ray, I have to get back, but this was an amazing, fantastic fuck. Thank you." 




Amy Ch. 02



"My pleasure, I'm sure," smirked Ray."

I stood up, slowly sliding up and off that still rigid monster dick with a sucking, pop as his dick dropped free with a shower of our combined cum. I let Ray to suck and lick me clean. I then did the same for him. By the time I got him clean, Ray was moaning again, but I had to let him jack himself into another orgasm as I quickly got into my blouse and slacks, sans any undergarments, and went back to the dance floor. My bridesmaids would pick up my things from the powder room after the dance ended.

I would only see Ray a couple of times for a few minutes in the next twenty years until I went to his Colorado ranch for a vacation in 1946. Shortly after returning to the dance floor, Larry and I said our goodbyes and walked out to the Caddy that would deliver us to the train station and our honeymoon trip to Niagara Falls.

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Amy Ch. 02



They'd left the party early, staying long enough to have several drinks and to mingle with their classmates for the last time. Now, in the confines of Darren's Buick LeSabere, Amy looked at Darren contemplatively. He was tall, 6'2" and had the muscular physique of an all-star football player, which he was. His curly dark brown hair, including a beard and Fu Manchu mustache, framed a very handsome young face as he maneuvered the Buick into a darkened parking space and shut off the engine. The radio stayed on, playing a series of Prince's hits. Amy shifted her body, closer to him. Darren's arm went around her shoulder. 

After a few preliminary non-tongue kisses, Darren wriggled and squirmed until he joined Amy on the passenger side. 

"Do I have to get you home early? Like before two?" He asked quietly.

"No rush," Amy replied. "My Mom's asleep by now and it's my last night before leaving for New York."

"Yeah," Darren sighed. And I'm off to Syracuse in two weeks. Will I ever see you again?"

"Of course you will silly, for sure I'll send you tickets to see me on Broadway."

He groaned.

"And for sure I'll be home to visit; maybe you'll be here too. Like summer vacation." 

She allowed her eyes to drink in his handsome features and smugly reassured herself that he was the best looking stud in school, and she had him eating out of her hand. Amy recalled the looks that Shannon and Terry had given her when she went out to dance with Darren earlier. He hadn't looked at either of them, and Terry's tits were almost hanging out of her gown. She smiled inwardly, and reached out to caress Darren's face, thinking, I'll bet that when Shannon left with Jackie Simmons, she couldn't wait to put out for him.

Amy knew Darren was getting hard now because he was squirming more than ever, and with a studied casualness, she brought her face mere inches from his and then kissed him passionately. As their tongues danced in a familiar, comfortable pattern, she reveled in past memories with him. Junior year, their first date, and the furtive way he'd cupped her left breast. Homecoming Queen Night, after the football game which he'd scored four touchdowns in routing their arch rival Quincy High. She had touched his penis as the car pulled up to her house, and then gaily ran up the steps and closed the door in his face. He's so easy to control, she thought, still in the midst of a torrid kiss.

Moments later, Darren ended the kiss, and leaned back slightly, staring at her face as if for perhaps the last time. He observed the gloss on her swollen lips and committed it to memory. He sighed, and as if she had read his mind, she kissed him again, wetting his lips with her spittle, pressing her breasts hard against him; sucking on his upper lip; then his tongue was probing, thrusting and parrying on a pace with hers. 

Amy was thinking that all this was about to end, and was overcome by a loneliness that surprised her and caused her to moan. At the sound of Amy's moan, Darren misinterpreted it for something else, and his hand moved without any hesitation swiftly to the scoop neckline of Amy's dress, and down into the tight confines of her bra. 

Amy was momentarily confused. Her mind had been elsewhere, but the electric tingle that surged though her as his fingers caressed the flesh of her breast for the first time, brought her quickly back to reality. Frightened somewhat, but more excited than anything else, she realized that she was on automatic pilot in that part of her was moaning no, another screaming yes. 

Now her mind was racing. She knew she could control him, but did she want to? Did she really want to stop him from going any further?

She reached a decision. Here, hidden in the evening moonlight, no one would ever know what she thought or what actually happened, and so she relaxed. Her hand went to the top of his head. His hair was soft and full and seemed to beckon her fingers to comb through and cling to. 

Amy found herself breathing harder and faster. 

Darren was staring down into her cleavage, smiled then licked his lips, which were suddenly very dry.

Amy leaned forward with her arms pinning her breasts together, trapping his hand on her breast.

"Amy," he croaked. "Please?"

She moaned in reply, and Darren took that for approval to go on, and his hand slid around under her gown until his fingernails touched the edge of her nipple and found it erect and buoyant to his touch. Darren still retained the presence of mind to distract her by running his moist tongue across her outer ear only to hear her moan aloud in a voice that seemed strangely detached. 

Indeed, Amy wondered if it were hers. Am I letting him do this, or is he in control now? she wondered, then decided she really didn't care. Shannon and Terry told me they were getting laid tonight, the least I can do is to let Darren touch me a little and maybe, just maybe I'll do something nasty to him in return.


"Yes, oh please yes." She groaned in order to signal her lowered resistance.

Darren nuzzled her neck, and as Amy groaned with delight, she moved her head allowing him better access. He lick-kissed his way from her ear to the hollow of her shoulder then back up again, in time to her quiet moans. All the while teasing that nipple, feeling it grow turgid under his fingers. She was breathing faster, now, murmuring unintelligible words. 

His hand moved across the curve of her breast, and Amy asked him to stop for just a moment, and he sighed, signaling defeat. He'd been expecting this. They'd never gone this far before. And so he couldn't believe what he heard next.

"No, I don't want you to stop. I really like what you're doing. I need to open my dress or we'll tear it." She said, revealing her sexual anxiety to both of them.

"Sure," he responded quickly, as he pulled back from her, his hopes soaring. Quickly Amy loosened the back of her dress, undid the hidden bra beneath it. Her breasts surged free, and Darren cupped one in his large hand and kissed the stiff nipple.

"Ummmmm," he moaned.

"Do you like them,' Amy asked, confident in her body, but still fearful of rejection. He'd never gotten this far before and she had nothing to measure a man's liking for her breasts, except for the countless stares she'd received over the last four years.

"They're wonderful Amy. And so are you," he said gently, and with one arm he drew her to him, leaving the other free to roam up and down her side, trailing over her lap and down her thigh to her knee and up again, lightly brushing against her breast, then squeezing it hard.

Amy moaned.

"Did I hurt you?" Darren inquired with genuine concern.

"No. No, it felt fine. I like it. Please... do it some more."

"Amy?"

She responded hazily. "Ummm?" She'd just convinced herself to touch him there, and her arm halted in mid-movement.

"Let's get into the back seat. We can be more comfy there." Darren said, and she found his voice tinged with a sexy huskiness that was irresistible.

"Mmm, okay," she murmured, and crawled gracefully over the seat, and in the process provided Darren with a clear view of her thong-pantied crotch. Without any delay, he vaulted over the seat and onto her, causing both to laugh with a combination of lust and youthful embarrassment.

As he straightened himself out, Amy's searching hand found him, and cautiously applied light pressure along the side of his cock. It jerked in response to her touch, and she heard him groan. Amy felt almost giddy with power, and as she continued to slowly caress him, she noticed a wet spot forming on his crotch and smiled to herself. I did that, she thought intuitively. I did that.

"Oh, God," he groaned.

"What?" Amy asked, knowing the answer.

"I... I'm so sorry Amy."

"What is it Darren?"

"I... umm, came when you touched me like that." 

She had never heard him sound so sad before, and wanted desperately to comfort him.

"Well... it'll get hard again won't it?" 

"We're not finished? You're not angry?"

"No you big dufus, come here and take this," she said, holding her breast out to him.

He found her nipple, and his mouth closed on it, sucking it ever so gently. 

"Darren?" She said dreamily, while his lips provided her with a gratifying delight that was much more than she had anticipated. Why, she told herself, this is almost as nice as when I touch myself down there.

"Hmm," he murmured, not wanting to leave her tit.

"Will you be getting hard soon?" She asked, wanting to touch his silken shaft once more. 

I hope it does, she thought, how can it be so hard and yet so delicate to the touch? Her mind raced ahead, Shannon took Casey Farrell in her mouth last month, at least that's what she told Tina, and she said it was nasty, filthy nasty, when he came, but before then it was wonderful. I wonder if I should...

Her reverie was aborted at this point, as Darren released her breast for an instant, he replied, "Oh yeah. Soon, very soon. Just keep on like that. 

Maybe...?"

"Maybe what?"

"Maybe... you could play with it some?" And he resumed his licking and sucking.

Amy thought about his request, but didn't act upon it. 

I can't believe I'm doing this, Darren told himself. But, it feels too good to stop.

For her part, Amy moaned contentedly at the wonderful feeling surging through her breast. And she recalled the wonderful feeling of his thingy, earlier, and then it was still in the confines of his pants. With a zest that surprised her, Amy carefully searched for Darren's zipper, and finding it, carefully pulled it down, and pried his cock out. She found herself amazed at its soft, pliant quality, and silky texture which came as a very pleasant surprise. Amy suddenly found herself living her earlier reverie as a strong desire to take him in her mouth formed, and she had to call on all her willpower to fight the urge to do it.

Later, she promised herself, later.

"Christ, Amy, I can't believe you're touching me," Darren said, his voice cracking as he imagined things that seemed impossible only minutes earlier.

"It's so cute, your little thingy is darling. I never thought it would be like this, I... I thought it'd be long and hard."

"Keep that up and it will be," he laughed weakly. Then inspired by Amy's boldness, his fingers walked across her belly, found her center and pressed in. Darren could feel the scratchy lace of her panties and beyond it, the hot heat of her mound. He put his thumb over her clit and pressed gently. 

Amy convulsed, and squeezed his cock.

"OH!" She cried out while writhing with pleasure. Darren was the first to touch her there! Fearing to say the words themselves, she laughed giddily, hoping to encourage him to go further. 

"I can't stop touching you," he whispered, before licking her distended nipple once again. 

"So don't stop," she sighed, feeling relaxed in his arms, except that her grip around his cock grew firmer as his member swelled in her grip. "You're making me all wet," she murmured in his ear, and found herself surprised to be telling him this, oh, so private intimacy.

"Just getting even," he whispered in her ear, before tonguing her lobe.

"I can't believe this..." Amy sighed. "It's so... fun."

"This is the greatest night of my life Amy," he said, and groaned as she squeezed his cock once, and then began to slowly masturbate him.

"Is this... is this the way?"

"Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!"

They kissed -- her hand kept up its slow, but steady pumping. She felt flushed from head to toe. The heat was upon her.

"Kiss me again," she pleaded, stretching her body against him, still grasping him tightly. He kissed her again. 

"That feels wonderful," she said in a bright voice, "There's nothing like kissing." 

"Especially when you're lucky enough to kiss lips like yours," Darren added.

"Thank you," she giggled, with the compliment, and brought him into another kiss. 

Darren moved his hands over her ribcage. The feeling Amy got from his hands sent shudders through her body. She began to whimper, and her body shook. Darren felt the sharpness of her teeth biting into his shoulder.

"Are you cold Amy?" A suddenly sensitive Darren asked, suppressing a groan.

She fell slack, and rolled her head softly on his shoulder, and kissed the bite mark  then stared out the window at the moon peeking between the trees. It filtered into the backseat providing sufficient light for them to see one another.

"On the contrary," she replied. "I'm awfully hot. Can't you feel it?"

"Oh, yeah... I'm there. I'm feelin' it for sure. I'm not dreaming." Darren's hand trembled, and found her.

"Oh, my God," Amy gasped, realizing Darren was rubbing her soft, pink labia through the satin of her thonged panties. She was so hot, and she was sure her panties were soaked. She couldn't understand how turned on she was just from kissing. Well, not just kissing, she reminded herself. I am jerking him off, and he's playing with my puss-puss.

Darren pushed her panties to one side, and slid a solitary finger into her. He was surprised with the ease of its penetration, for it slipped in up to the first knuckle. He'd never done this before. Amy's was the first pussy he'd ever touched. He'd never even seen one other than in pictures and X-rated movies. He hadn't really seen hers yet, but he sure as hell was touching it.

"Uh-uh," she said, seizing his hand and holding it still. "I'm a virgin, Darren. Go in too far and you might break my hymen."

"Can't I touch you there?"

"Sure, just don't go poking around in there. You were just in as far as I want you to be." She shifted her hips, and closed the opening between her legs. 

A strange but pleasant feeling swept over her at that moment, causing her to relax and allow her thighs to part enough for his hand, or to be precise, his finger to resume its exploration. And when his thumb accidentally brushed over her now extended clit, she had a mini-orgasm.

That wonderful thrill prompted Amy to move forward in her newly desired quest for sexual satisfaction. "Why don't you kiss me there, and I'll kiss your thingy?"

My God! Did I really say that? She asked herself a second later.

"Deal," he said quickly, he'd thought it was over. 

"Wait, wait just a second," she said, and a strange huskiness entered her tone. Amy raised her hips, pulled her thong down to her lower thighs. Darren anxious to help, tugged them past her calves and released them when they were dangling from her right ankle.

Then, taking a deep breath, Darren changed his position so that his face was between her legs, and his legs lay alongside her head.

She looked at his 'thingy' for a moment; at the knobby tip poking out of her fist; then leaned down and touched her tongue to the hole in the tip, and was surprised by the taste of the fluid leaking from it. 

Amy gasped with surprise, as Darren dipped his face into her wet nest, and not knowing exactly what was expected of him, nor what to expect himself, pretended he was in a pie eating contest, and stumbled upon the most assured way of providing pleasure to a woman though eating her out.

When his soft, warm lips descended upon her outer vaginal lips, Amy's pelvis lurched up as if jolted by a cattle prod. Her hips flew upward, almost dislodging Darren's face from her pussy, but he had been holding onto her rear end and managed to maintain his position through the wild writhing and twisting she went through, until she realized what he was doing would only get better and compelled herself to settle down. 

Darren, ever concerned with Amy's well being, removed his mouth to ask, "Are you all right? I mean, did I do something terribly wrong?"

Amy had been poised to take his head into her mouth, but paused to answer him, delighted with his apparent concern...

"No darling," she said. It was the first time she had ever used the term with anyone, and realizing it, she paused before rushing on with, "I love what you're doing. Please go on, I really love it. It just... surprised me with how good it felt, and now I want to do you."

With that, she lowered her mouth upon his erection, and sucked on his purplish knob for a moment, watching carefully for his reaction. His long groan told her all she needed to know, and then removing him from between her lips, she left a series of kisses along the side of his cock, amusing herself by following a large purple vein to the base of his cock. 

Darren shuddered under her touch, and for the first time Amy knew the real power a woman can hold over a man.

Amy found she was really enjoying this. He was so soft after coming earlier and now he's incredibly hard. What a wonderful thingy, she thought. I really should call it a prick, or a cock, she thought, and not a thingy.

"Mmmm, Darren?" She asked casually, although she was literally on fire down below.

"Yes?"

"What do you call it?"

"Pussy."

"No, silly, your thingy."

"Oh, I... err, you mean my cock. I call it my cock. But I also call it Henry."

"Henry?" She tried not to, but couldn't suppress a giggle.

"Every guy I know has a pet name for their, um, err, cock."

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to laugh," she said, still giggling, but he noted she hadn't released his Henry.

"Some of my girlfriends have names for their... pussies too." Amy told him.

"Really?" Darren said, filing that tidbit away for the guys. Then with a lust he didn't know he possessed, he spread her labia apart, took a long look to satisfy his curiosity, and began to probe her with his tongue. This must be tongue fucking, he thought, and I like it, I really do, she has a kind of salty taste, but I like it, it's not at all nasty like the guys said it was.

Darren reveled in the sensations resulting from her tongue tickling the underside of his shaft, but was soon lost in the otherwise warm, gentle compression of her mouth on the tip of his cock. She was making it feel as if a lightning bolt was running up his spine. He drew in his breath sharply when her tongue laved upward against his shaft, like a young girl toying with a lollypop. 

Amy could smell him – soap and light clean sweat. When she heard his quiet moan of pleasure, she left his cock and responded heedlessly, moving upward, seeking his mouth, mating her tongue with his, nipping at his lip to add pain to the dark excitement pleasuring them, as she tasted herself on his lips and tongue.

Moments later they were back at each other; Amy wrapped her mouth around his cockhead and put pressure on the tip with her tongue inside of her mouth. Her other hand gently cupped his balls. 

"Darren," she whispered huskily, "do you like this?" As her tongue brushed against his shaft, and she giggled aloud as his body jerked at her touch. Then Amy opened her mouth and engulfed him. 

"Oh, God yes. I'm in heaven!" Darren moaned, then his mouth closed down upon her moistened pussy, and he sucked furiously upon her.


"Oh God, Darren," Amy wailed, removing him from her mouth. "Don't stop whatever your mouth is doing! I need that! Oh, Darren that feels so good!" 

Encouraged, Darren tried some new things on her and was rewarded even more by her gyrations and muffled cries as her fellating intensified. He left a trail of moist kisses along her inner thigh, stopping long enough at the particularly tender spot to leave a hickey.

She'll think of me and this moment every time she sees this in New York, he thought, and promptly moved to the other thigh to leave a similar mark. Darren proved to be wrong about this, for Amy, on the following day noticing the twin bruises assumed that she had bumped into something enroute to the Big Apple, and never connected Darren with them at all.




Amy Ch. 02



To his credit, Darren did not ignore Amy's aching breasts during this time frame, but sought them out, and mauled them just enough to cause Amy to cry out in ecstatically.

"Oh, Ohhhh, Ohhhh!"

And again when his face pressed firmly into her sodden bush and cunt.

"Darren, Darren, that's it! Right there, that's it!"

As he used his fingers to spread her labia apart and forced his tongue between them, wriggling it to and fro as he tried to extend his small appendage as far as possible into her pinkish depths. 

"Jesus! Jesus! Jesus!" Amy wailed, as he accidentally flicked his tongue over the hood of her clitoris three successive times.

"What the fuck are you doing to me?" Amy screamed.

Darren halted what he was doing, puzzled by her actions.

"NO, NO! DON'T STOP!" she screeched. 

"What?" He asked, "What's wrong?"

"NOTHING!"

"Why did you scream? Did I hurt you?"

"No you silly... I loved it. You're fantastic! I never, ever felt THAT good before!"

He was immediately licking and lapping and sucking at her pussy, so excited by her remarks that his cock began to swell in her mouth. Amy noticed this activity, but thought nothing of it until Darren exploded into her throat, causing her to lose her breath and choke before spitting the residue out onto the floorboard of the car.

They continued going down on one another far into the night, enjoying every moment of it. Amy managed to swallow his sperm the second and third time. The fourth and last time he came, was between her breasts, leaving a weak sample that Amy rubbed into her swollen nipples. 

Amy continued to marvel at the number of variations presented to them. While Darren marveled at his magnificent luck in enticing Amy into the backseat in the first place.

He got her home at a reasonable hour for a prom night, and she made it to her room without waking her parents.

She undress and fell into bed, murmuring, "Morning will be here before I know it."



Amy Ch. 02



Tim saw the light was on as he pulled into the drive and tried to imagine the argument he felt sure was coming. He didn't have the energy. His shifts were getting harder with more work and responsibility being given to him every day as more and more people were being laid off. And always the threat of the plant closing entirely and his job going to China, or India or he didn't even know where. There was no more third shift and second shift would almost certainly be shut down soon. Would he be moved to days? Or just let go?

He got out of the car and steeled himself for the confrontation with his daughter. He had given her his ultimatum, there was nothing left to say. But he was not prepared for what he saw as he opened the front door. Amy was standing in her pajamas in the middle of the room, a straight back kitchen chair next to her a card of some kind on the seat. Her head was bowed and her hands, clasped in front her, held a hair brush. It was her mother's flat backed hairbrush. The one she used when disciplining Amy as a child.

He sat down and stared. She looked like a little girl, his little girl. Amy took a deep breath and tried to calm the butterflies in her stomach.

"Daddy, I am so sorry for the way I've behaved lately. I know mom's death has hit you hard and I've done nothing but make it worse, going to bars and staying out with boys. driving drunk and being so hateful; Daddy, you don't even want to know some of the things. If I could undo everything I've done over these past months, believe me, I would." Her eyes were brimming.

"You have to believe me when I say I love you and I never want to hurt you. I don't know what makes me do the things I've been doing. Somehow I think I blamed you for mom's death, even though I know it wasn't your fault. It's as if I've lost the star that I steered by, nothing makes sense anymore." she paused and swallowed hard.

"I need a drink." he said and got up. She exhaled. 

He picked up the card on the chair and saw it was her driver's license. This puzzled him until he noticed the date of birth was 4 years before she was actually born. Her fake ID. He put it in his pocket and got a glass and some ice from the fridge. He went to the liquor cabinet and filled the small glass with bourbon. Returning to his recliner he took off his shoes and socks and leaning back he took a long satisfying sip of the cool amber liquid, relishing the mild burning sensation in his mouth and throat.

"Daddy please don't make me leave. Like I said I don't know what makes me do the things I do but I'm afraid of what might happen if I were on my own with no one to care about me or what I was doing. I need you, Daddy. And now that mom is gone I think you need me too. Not the me I've become lately but your daughter, the one you love and who loves you."

Tears were flowing down both cheeks now and she was having trouble speaking.

"I want us to start over, Daddy. To go back to the way we were. I need you to forgive me for everything so that we can start again. But I know that first I have to pay for what I've said and done to you. I need to be punished for my behavior so we can begin again. I want you to punish me."

He didn't speak. He finished his drink, got up and padded into the bedroom. Moments later she heard him go into the bathroom and the shower come on.

She was in agony waiting for her father to finish in the bathroom but she accepted it as part of her punishment and never moved from her spot. After what seemed like hours he came out in his pajamas. His hair was damp and he smelled like soap. He looked at her.

"All right." was all he said as he sat down in the straight backed chair. Amy handed her father the hair brush and with knees shaking she lowered the pants of her PJs and laid herself across his lap. 

He laid the brush on the floor not intending to use it. Her speech and her tears had touched him so deeply he couldn't bear the thought of causing his little girl serious pain. A token bare-handed spanking and a long hug, some tears and that would be enough, he thought. He was just happy he had his daughter back.

But as she lay there waiting, her PJ top slid up revealing the tattoo on her lower back. An upside down triangle; some sort of Celtic knot, the apex pointing directly to the cleft of her bottom. Tramp stamp? Isn't that what the guys at work called it? It looked like the pin striping he sometimes saw on the fenders of big rigs on the interstate. But as he stared at it he could see that it wasn't just a knot, some of the lines were actually forming misshapen letters.'S*L*U*T'. She was a slut. His baby girl was a whore and proud enough of it to have it permanently imprinted on her body.

He felt all the anger and frustration of the past several months rise in him and he brought his hand down hard on her panty-clad bottom. He spanked her vigorously with his hand and she took the first 20 or so stoically, gritting her teeth trying not to move or cry out. But soon she couldn't help herself and began to squirm and cry with pain. Her hand involuntarily came back to protect her bottom and he grabbed it and pulled it up behind her. She clenched her cheeks and he felt how firm and resilient the flesh was. 

After several minutes he stopped and took hold of the waistband of her panties and tugged at them. She lifted her hips allowing him to expose her ass and slide them down her legs to her ankles. What little protection they had provided was gone and the sudden cooler air on her hot skin accented how vulnerable and exposed she was. He bent down to pick up the hair brush and between her slightly parted legs he glimpsed her pussy. It was shaved.

Unable to control his anger and his pain he went to work on the plump mounds of her bottom with a fierceness that surprised him. Amy was screaming and crying as the brush rained down again and again and again on her outraged flesh. 

Eventually she was unable to fight any longer and submitted to the pain, taking it in and embracing it, helplessly letting it wash away her crimes and her guilt. Lying limp and motionless as the blows landed relentlessly she seemed to leave her body and view it from above. She was taking in great droughts of air and letting them out in long racking sobs.

Tim had watched the skin of her bottom go from pink to red to crimson and now dark purple patches were forming. He stopped then and let go of the brush. 

He and Angela had long ago agreed that spanking was to be a last resort and to be used only to correct behavior, not to vent anger. Horrified he realized that that's exactly what he had done.

Amy was crying like a little girl, sobbing uncontrollably and forming words that he could only half make out "...so sorry..." "...please...". 

He picked her up and held her in his lap and let her cry herself out, patting her back and making 'shushing' noises. 

When at last she had calmed down and her breathing had returned to almost normal with occasional little hiccups, he said.

"I'm sorry I hit you so hard, I don't know what happened to me."

"No, daddy," she said. "You needed to do it. And I needed to have it done. Does it pay my debt? Can we start fresh now?"

"Sure baby." He said and picked her up and carried her into her room

When he laid her on the bed she hissed as the tender skin of her backside touched the sheet. He turned her over and was again horrified at what he saw. The skin of her bottom was a bizarre rainbow of colors, pink, red, purple, dark blue. Green bruises here and there.

"Oh baby I'm so sorry." he said.

He sat down on the edge of the bed

"Hand me that bottle of hand lotion on your night stand."

He squirted some of the hand cream into the palm of his hand and gently began to rub the cool lotion into the abused skin of her right buttock shocked at how hot the skin was.

"Does that feel any better, sweetheart?" he asked.

"Mmmmmm, much." She said enjoying how the lotion was taking out some of the heat.

He took another palmful to her left cheek and smoothed it into her skin and using both hands he gave Amy's backside a very gentle massage. 

It felt so soothing, the cool cream putting out some of the fire in her bottom. In her mind she followed every movement of his hands as they stroked and calmed the inflamed flesh.

Soon she began to feel that he wasn't stroking her bottom simply to soothe her pain. Despite the bruises, he was enjoying the sight and feel of her gorgeous backside. His fingers lovingly traced the smooth round contours from her lower back - he kept the damned 'tramp stamp' covered with her pj top - as her perfect cheeks curved up and out, on down to the tops of her muscular thighs then inward following the crease to her center, the center of the universe, where life begins, and where it's made worthwhile. Where even with her legs closed her upper thighs separated to show him a glimpse of her outer lips. He lightly brushed her mons with his finger tips before following the deep cleft up to begin again, each time lingering a little longer at her outer lips and pressing a little deeper to caress the puckered bud of her anus.

She was slowly spreading her legs and tilting her hips, pressing her knees down into the mattress and pushing her bottom up trying to capture his maddening fingers and delay them in their travels. She had to bite her lip to stifle the moans he was inducing.

Did he know how crazy he was making her? She looked up at him; he seemed to be in a trance, his eyes glazed. He was mesmerized by the sight of his hands caressing his daughter's beautiful bare bottom. His hand traveled down her thigh and then back up inside where he slid his finger up the slit of her vagina.

She gasped then, she couldn't help it. But it broke the spell and he was like a man awakening from a dream and not exactly sure where he was.

"Um, well, I uh, it's late. I'd better go to bed. You uh, you go to sleep now, sweetheart."

He got up and bent to kiss her. Straightening up, she got a brief glimpse of the bulge in his pj pants where his fully erect cock was pushing against the material.

As soon as he closed the door, her hands went underneath her to her needy pussy. She tried to recreate the movements of her daddy's hands as they traveled over her vulva. Her mind drifted back to the spanking. Not the actual paddling of her bottom, that hurt like hell. But it was exciting thinking about how she had lowered her pj pants and laid herself submissively over his lap, asking to be punished. How her hands and toes were touching the floor and how her ass was raised for him. How he had pulled her panties down to her ankles, exposing her ass and her sex to her father. She remembered the pressure in her belly and pubic arch as she laid over his legs.

Then her thoughts returned to the biker; his eyes, the taste of his lips, cock and his pre-cum. How he had bent her over to fuck her from behind and how his thick cock had pushed it's way deep inside her to plunder the tender flesh.

Her head on the pillow, Amy raised up on her knees, her ass in the air. She inserted a finger into her pussy. Then another and a third and a fourth, approximating his thickness. She imagined him behind her, how he had roughly spread her wide, his hands on her hips controlling her as he pumped his cock into her again and again and again, his balls slapping her clit. She worked her hand, sopping wet now, in and out of her pussy while her other reached around to find her anus. She pressed a finger into the tight little hole just as he had done and had to bite down on the pillow to keep from crying out as she came, the palm of her hand filling with her own inner juices. She shook violently as spasms of orgasm overcame her. When they finally subsided, she fell over sideways on the bed panting and holding her crotch as if to keep the warm feeling inside.

The fullness of her bladder was keeping her from falling asleep and, after trying to ignore it for several minutes, Amy got up and padded down the hall into the bathroom. Sitting on the seat was too painful so she squatted over it and peed. Finishing up she heard the unmistakable sound of squeaking bedsprings coming from the other side of the bathroom wall - her father's room. Leaving the toilet unflushed she tiptoed to his door. It was slightly ajar but not enough for her to see inside. She pushed it with her fingertip and it opened a few inches and she was able to see her father lying in bed with the blue/white light of the moon illuminating him. His hand was moving beneath the sheet and his expression was one of intense concentration.

Just then he threw off the sheet and she clearly saw his hand gripping his hard penis and pumping vigorously, his other hand pinching and stroking his nipple. 

Amy had never watched a man masturbate before and was fascinated. She was also excited, certain that her father was scratching an itch her own body had created when he was rubbing her bottom and touching her pussy, however briefly. Was he imagining her sucking him or was he fucking her? Was he on top, or was she? Maybe he was taking her from behind? Her pussy began to tingle with the thought that her father's imagination was filled with images of her. She saw him stiffen then and an expression that she could only describe as intense agony washed across his face. His hips lifted off the bed and a strangled moan escaped his lips;

"Angela! Oh God!" 

She watched as a long rope of white cum shot up to his chest. It was followed by a second and a third. He continued pumping his cock hard until it was drained and he collapsed back onto the bed.

She quietly tiptoed back to her room and got in bed her eyes burning with salty tears of sympathy for him. It was such a lonely thing to watch. The cum that should have splashed deep inside his wife, the orgasm that she would have been pleased to induce and which might have triggered one of her own, went unshared. She felt hollow inside.



Amy Ch. 02



The ending here may change a little, but for the most part, it's done. Part 3 and maybe a Part 4 will appear right after the first of the year. Like I said in Part 1, this is the first time I've tried to write in the persona of a man. Let me know what you think. Cass...

Amy- Part 2: It Gets Complicated

There were still a few cars in the lot and a couple of my colleagues walking around campus, but for the most part it was empty. My first inclination, once I got into my classroom, was to call a lawyer and file for divorce. She would get almost nothing. The house and most of my hard assets were in a trust I'd originally established with my late wife. After her death the insurance settlement from the truck driver's company, along with her life and accidental death policy, had made me wealthy- which is the only reason I could afford to live in Cowan Heights. A teacher's salary certainly wouldn't have been enough. And I'd much rather have had my family than the money or house... especially now. 

The picture kept playing like a looped video. His fingers sensually kneading her firm tanned breasts, teasing her nipples to an almost painful tautness. Her lips and tongue so quickly bringing him to such a height of sexual arousal. But it was the pulse of his sex, those primal contractions of muscle and turgid flesh filling her with his seed as he climaxed, that most haunted me. And made me crazy; it was the most electrifying sight I had ever witnessed. Her pleasure, the look of complete sexual abandon on her face as she sat quivering, impaled to the hilt on his thick black staff, was beyond description. 

Yet only that morning, with sleep still hanging like a light fog behind my eyes, the body bringing her pleasure had been mine. Her mouth had brought me out of slumber to full sexual arousal. My tongue had teased her clitoris out of its thin fleshy sheath. My lips had taunted her labia into a state of pink, plump lust. Her moans had been in my ears, her kisses had been on my lips, and her body had taken my seed. 

The screen on the phone looked back at me with its idiotic silver stare. 411. That's all I had to do was dial 411 and the process would start. I could get a referral, make a call, and the process necessary to take this pain away would begin its glacial but inevitable journey. 

Maybe there was another way. What if we talked first? Maybe went to counseling. Maybe this was the first time she'd had sex with him. Maybe she was somehow or another feeling guilty, like it was something that you'd normally leave in Vegas. She'd just somehow lost control and allowed herself to be seduced. But the thong said otherwise. But maybe that was meant for me; I would have been home a few hours later. We'd had a lot of sex since we got married. At night almost every night, one of us would begin the seduction. Not just nights, but mornings, just like this morning, and after lunch, or in the Jacuzzi, or by the pool. Like if she were standing at the kitchen sink. I'd spoon up behind her and slip my hand down the front of her jeans beneath her panties. She would lean back into me, our mouths would meet, and the slow waltz into our secrets of touch and foreplay would begin. 

My middle finger would probe her petals and slip between them as they swelled and moistened at my touch. She would at first gasp, then coo. I would slip my other hand under her blouse, insinuating myself to her beautiful fleshy mounds, unbuttoning buttons along the way, pressing the firm round globes and stiffening brown nipples with a palm. She would allow the top to fall off her shoulders as she turned to face me. My hands would slip behind her and hers behind me, pulling each toward the other. Soon she would be down to her bra and panties, I to my underwear. Sometimes she would go to her knees and take me in her mouth; other times we would go into the bedroom, dropping our remaining clothes along the way, and she would take me in her mouth as she sat, naked, on the edge of the bed.

As my arousal became absolute, I would move her back toward the pillows, part her knees, and nibble my way up the inside of her thighs to her bald, glazed pussy. 

"Oh God, Michael," she would whimper and yelp as my tongue began its probe, "your tongue..." and her breath would quicken as I licked her feminine folds and gently mouthed the nub of her clit. "... you make me crazy." Her hands would be at the back of my head, nudging me first to flirt with this spot, then another. "... don't stop... don't stop."

I would insert my finger into her, moving it in and out in imitation of the primordial undulations of sex. "Please," she said, her hips moving in rhythm to my finger as she would start the moans leading to her eventual orgasm, "stop teasing me," and I would tantalize her with a tongue on her clit. 

Her arms would begin to pull me up to her, my lips taunting her navel as I moved up, my teeth nipping at the curve of her breasts, my tongue teasing in twirls at each firm nipple. "I need you to fuck me now," she would playfully growl. He body would guide me, her knees, her thighs, her ankles, until the tip of my swollen organ nestled at her damp budding womanhood.

Then I would slowly begin penetrating her yielding flesh, my own stiff mast slick with her saliva and vaginal juices, her hips pushing, thrusting up to take it all inside her lusting body until our pubic mounds kissed in coital bliss.

As inevitably as the rhythm of the tides, our tempo would rise. "Michael," she would whimper and moan as my engorged cock ravaged her vagina, "harder, harder baby." Her hips would meet my every thrust. "Oh God yes, Michael," she would start to chirp, "keep fucking me harder baby harder, make me cum, oh Michael baby, I gonna cum all over your big fat cock, baby, I'm cumming baby, oh baby here it is...," and the animal wailing, the savage moaning, the frantic pumping as wave after wave of sexual tension, sensual excitement, and unbridled lust wracked her quaking body.

As her body went out of control, the electricity of my own orgasm would release inside of me. "You ready to take my hot sticky cum, baby?" I would hiss as the sparks began to form in my loins.

"Oh please Michael," she would always reply, "cum in me baby, cum deep inside my pussy." Her reciprocation instantly became more regular, sensual, less frantic, sexier. Her cunt was sucking, massaging, caressing, masturbating my cock. 

At that moment the primeval instinct to inseminate always blasted through me on like a lightening bolt. It always begins as a tingle on the underside of the swollen cockhead then, like the sudden snap of a rubber band, it jolts the muscle at the organ's base and thick ropes of cum pump deep into the deepest parts of her body. As I saw it in my mind now, over and over again: Dwight the mailman's thick black muscle pulsating over and over again. Amy my wife's swollen white pussy taking every thick, creamy drop over and over again. 

"Information" said the quasi-mechanical male voice on the other end of the phone, "how can I help you." It was human but sounded like a recording. He probably said this same boring thing 1000 times a day. 

"I need to get a referral to a lawyer," I said after thinking for a moment.

"I can connect you to either legal aid or the bar association," he replied with cool professional indifference.

I hung up. My stomach was in knots but I could not make this call. I was angry, hurt, and had been betrayed, yet there it was, something sullied, something dark and puerile: the perverse excitement of watching. I turned off my computer, locked the classroom door, and started the drive home. It was twilight when I left, a twenty minute drive that seemed interminable but passed before I was aware that I was pulling into the garage and it was still twilight.

I didn't know what to expect when I walked through the door. Maybe a guilt-ridden woman in tears, trying to find a way to tell me she'd been unfaithful. Maybe a column of suitcases lined up by the door silently declaring her impending departure into the arms of another man.

But what I got was a variation of what I got most nights. She was sitting on the couch reading a new issue of Vogue wearing her pink shorts and candy-stripe blouse, her long tanned legs folded behind her. On the end table next to the day's mail was a glass of chardonnay with soft lipstick marks on the rim.

"Hey sweetheart," she cooed, "sounds like your meeting really sucked." To hear it in her voice, absolutely nothing had happened.

"Yeah," I replied as I walked over to sort through the envelopes, "Elliot was his usual asshole self." Gas bill, something from American Express. Not a bill, toss. "As a department chair he knows how to move paper," security company, something from my broker, my bank, my insurance company, "but he does not know how to deal with people." I set the stack back onto the end table. 

She stood up and set the magazine down on the couch, folded back to the page she had been reading. "You want a glass of wine before dinner?"

"What are we having?" My stomach was still in knots but I hadn't had a bite to eat since breakfast. This was turning into a Kabuki dance.

"Pasta and herb salad with pesto, and some broiled salmon," she replied. She picked up her wine glass and put her arms around my neck, the glass suspended between her thumb and index finger like a child's beach pail. "Or, we could relax a little before..." Her lips brushed against mine, her whispered words smoky, sultry.

I put my hands on her hips, slid them down to her cheeks and pulled her close. She was wearing her thong. "That sounds good. The wine can wait." The same one I'd seen wedged in the door. The one she'd worn just before she fucked the postman.

"You can have both, you know," she laughed, again the sound, smoky, sexy. "I'll bring you a glass.

"Jacuzzi?"

"Perfect!" She walked into the kitchen. I walked out the sliding doors to the patio, flipped the two power switches- one for lights, the other for jets- and turned toward the Jacuzzi just as the jets kicked in. The lid was already off, and steam began dancing up from the bubbling eddies and whorls. I took off my clothes.

She came around the corner of the building just as I was lowering myself into the hot pool. She was wearing nothing but two glasses of wine. Smiling, she handed me my glass. "Looks like you're happy to see me." She was right- at least one part of my body was happy to see her.

I was on the second step down. She passed on my left, took a sip of wine then set the frosty glass down and turned to face me. My cock was fully erect and she was looking right at it. Her fingertips were cold as she touched me. Her lips and tongue were cool when she took me in her mouth. 

I looked down at her. She was on her knees, her firm tits swaying as her head moved up and down my swollen shaft. She looked up at me, "you like?" her eyes seeming to say.

"Oh baby, I like!" My hands cupped her head and gently pushed my manhood deep into her throat. "I can't take too much of this lover," I moaned, "I'm almost ready to cum right now." The slide show playing behind my closed eyes, my wife licking and sucking off the juices of their lovemaking from his thick black staff, was driving me to a quick orgasm.

She laughed, "that's ok" and slid me back into her mouth. A few more strokes and I pushed her head down to the hilt of my cock, her lips sealed against my flesh. My cock throbbed as thick ropes of cum were pumped into her mouth and down her throat. A few creamy streams found their way out of the side of her lips and fell in white globs onto her tanned brown breasts. She exposed her tongue and the little white pool of my seed floating on top, then swallowed.

"Mmmm good!" she laughed, licking her lips.

She slid her body into the pool, the tips of her long blonde hair fanning out and turning dark in the water. Her perky nipples bobbed easily from side to side, suspended, while small currents washed the semen off the firm mounds of tanned skin. The puffy pink petals between her spread legs left nothing to the imagination. "I hope you saved some for later," she sighed as she took a sip from her glass.

"Mmmm baby, that was so good." And it was. I sat down next to her and twirled my wine into a miniature maelstrom. "So, how was your day?" I asked, finally taking a sip.

Drops of condensation carved a maze of watery pathways down the glass as she lifted it to her lips "Didn't do much. Washed clothes, changed sheets, did a little grocery shopping." Fucked the postman and made him cum four times. But that didn't get mentioned. .

"Did you ever get out to Pasadena?" She shivered as my fingers marched with glacial slowness up her thigh. She teased the underside of my semi-erect penis by running a fingernail from the base to the helmet, and it quickly responded.

She leaned her head back against the edge of the pool and closed her eyes, taking in the sexuality of the moment. "No, never made it. She called- as usual- I don't know why I put up with it, sometimes." 

"Well, maybe because she's Greg's sister." I probably shouldn't have said that. Maybe it was a little cruel, but the comment never went any further. My finger halted at her womanhood, probed her, pinched her, teased the bare folds of sensitive flesh. Her breath started to change, become ragged, irregular. A series of quick gasps replaced her normal breathing. 

"What are you doing to me?" she moaned. She had started to masturbate me. In spite of having cum a few minutes before, my sex was enflamed, fully engorged and ready to penetrate her.

"This." I slid a hand behind her back, lifted her from her ass cheeks, and sat her in my lap. Her back arched against my hands and she gasped when my thick shaft slipped between her pussy lips and slid effortlessly into her body. 

"You don't know how good your pussy feels right now," I murmured softly in her ear, "you are so fucking wet, so ready." Of course it was. We began kissing passionately, her tongue parting my lips and darting like a hummingbird through a garden. I palmed her tits as we kissed, plying the nipples between my fingers while she used her body to pursue her pleasures with my enflamed penis. We settle into a slow, sensual rhythm.

"So, what else did you end up doing today," I whispered casually. My lips wandered down her neck, into the cleavage, and onto the tip of each perfect mound. 

She continued her pursuit. "God Michael, you always make me feel so good." We continued kissing, caressing, making love. Her movements were slow and sensual. We were both living totally in the moment.

"I called my mom..." she said absently, "...did some shopping..." her words wandering in between gasps and sighs "... for your birthday..." continued caressing, kissing, fondling, "...a package... oh god, deeper Michael... from the postman..." 

She chirps, pants animal sounds, her lips next to my ear, "Ohhh Michael, baby, your cock feels so good." Her pursuit quickens, becomes less sensual, more eager, more sexual, more erotic. "I'm cumming baby, I'm cumming oh God baby I'm cumming," she groans as her orgasm starts to unwind.

"What was it?" I ask, knowing the real answer but not really caring. My cock is now his black cock, a thick hard piston crushing deep into her her pussy. My hands are now his hands, his palms kneading her breasts, his fingers toying her clitoris. As her tempo moves to a forte, my own climax builds toward fortissimo. 

"So big oh God baby, I'm cumming, harder baby, deeper, make me cum make cum." It is babble, ecstatic orgiastic babble, but it puts me over the edge. I pull her down, hard, onto my throbbing cock, and explode. Semen spills out of the gaps between my stiff pole and her pussy. It swirls in little white streamers like confetti through the turbulence of water and bodies.

Number five or six, depending on how you're keeping score.

Her thighs still straddle me and I am still inside her body. Her arms are still around my neck, my hands still resting on her hips. Our breathing slows down in the afterglow of some really great lovemaking. "You know I'm not going to tell you, Michael!" she giggles girlishly; I suddenly remember the question. "How would it be a birthday surprise, then?" We both stand and towel each other off, water coursing down our naked bodies onto the wooden deck. Little white congealed balls of cum have wedged in my pubic mound and thin streams drain from the glazed pink gash between her legs.

She looks down and throws up her arms. "I'm a certainly mess!" she laughs. I watch the spunk slip thickly down her leg for a moment before I towel it off, wondering how much of it was mine and how much was the postman's

We hold hands and walk back toward the house, heading for the kitchen. "I'm ravenous!" I announce. We'd been screwing for almost an hour; it had certainly whetted my appetite. 



Amy Ch. 02



II - Girl Talk



Amy was quite pleased with herself, and the way she had temporarily exhausted her beloved husband, John.  She had caught him staring at their neighbor Jill - who was quite a hottie -  while she was sunbathing, and she had fallen to her knees, teasing and sucking John to a knee-weakening orgasm.  They had cuddled a little after, and then John had gone off to run his errands before the Saturday afternoon heat became too intense to deal with comfortably. 

She watched John motor away in his jeep, and almost ran to the telephone.  She dialed Jill's number, and her friend answered almost immediately.

"Mission accomplished!"  Amy enthusiastically informed her friend, looking out over to where her friend lay, cell phone held to her ear.  Amy and Jill had been discussing how to enliven Amy's sex life, and when Amy had mentioned to Jill that John had been watching her when she sunbathed, Jill had suggested the course of action Amy might take the next time that John watched.   Amy and John had both been "good" in their younger days, and their lack of experience and scope had regulated their maritial bed to rote obligation.  John was reserved and conservative, and was probably as discontent with their sex lives as Amy was, but Amy had the advantage in that she had a friend like Jill, who was far more open and experienced in the arts of sensual pleasure.

"Excellent" Jill crooned into her cell phone in a passable imitation of Montgomery Burns.  It was an evil sound, and Amy felt a little chill down her spine.  "I demand details!" Jill added, giggling.

"Well, he was up here at the bedroom window, watching you sunbathe... "  Amy began.

"Was he stroking his cock?" Jill interrupted.

"No... I mean, he might have gone there, but he hadn't when I showed up.  But I'll tell you what, he was already harder than Chinese Trigonometry!"

"And you know this how?" Jill asked.

"Because I snuck up on him and rubbed his cock through his trousers" Amy confessed, proudly.

"Oh you did, did you!  Naughty bunny!" Jill chuckled, her voice husky.  "What else did you do, naughty bunny?"  Amy felt both embarrassed and excited at her confession, and wondered how explicit she dare go.  She could tell that Jill was enjoying the narrative, and could see that Jill has started stroking her nipples through the top of her bikini. 

"Why do you want to know?" Amy asked coyly.

"You know why I want to know..." Jill chuckled.  "Because my pussy starts tingling at the idea of your husband getting hard watching me, and even moreso with the idea of you using that nice hard cock." 

"You are utterly shameless, aren't you?" Amy teased, gigling.

"No, shameless would be me telling you that if you tell me what your husband's cock is like when its hard, that I might have to rub my pussy while visualizing it, and all the slutty little things I'd like to do with it..."

"No fair!  MY cock!" Amy laughed.

"OK then, all the slutty little things I'd make YOu do to it," Jill conceded.  "Spoilsport!"

"Oh, well, thats different, then... well, I undid his cock, and took it into my hand the way you suggested.  His cock is nice... not too long, not to short, Not too thick, and not too thin.  If we were the Three Little Bears, I'd say that his cock was Just Right,"  Amy informed her friend.  "I kissed the shaft, and the head, and stroked it and swallowed it... you should have heard him moan and twitch.  I did as you suggested, and told him to keep watching you... I suggested all kinds of nasty things he might want to think about, like cumming on your breasts, or turning you over and stroking his cock between your ass-cheeks."   Amy watched from the window as her friend snaked a hand under her bikini bottoms.  She loved the idea that her report was having such an effect on her.

"And what was his reaction?" Jill asked, breathlessly.

"Well, he filled my mouth with his cum, so I would think he liked the idea..." Amy said in a dry understated voice.

"And you didn't save any for me, I suppose..." Jill said, feigning disappointment.

"Not.  One.  Drop," Amy replied mercilessly. 

"So.... what's next on the agenda?" Jill inquired.

"I promise a full report... afterwards. No previews!"

"Tease!"

"Well, I'm learning from the best!" Amy replied.