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Amy Ch. 03

By: shagsbeard



While Amy was out for the day, I did some chores around the house. I cleaned up and did the dishes. I later did some laundry, and then the thong I'd stolen from Amy came out of the drier I hid it under my boxers in my dresser drawer for later use.

I spent the afternoon doing some reading for classes and watched a movie from my own library. I couldn't quite get Amy off my mind though. I was delighted she was starting to show me more of her sexual side. What's more, I couldn't get it out of my head that she'd dreamed about fucking me. My mind got away from me and I started to wonder if maybe she'd want to act out the dream with me. But after a while I dismissed it as wishful thinking. She probably knew I wanted her, but was content with teasing me and letting me see her naked. She wouldn't probably get freaked out going any further than that.

These thoughts of Amy naked and fantasizing about fucking her gave me something of a massive erection. I decided to go take care of it. I went into my room, shut the door in case she came back and took out the red thong I'd stolen. I lay down on my bed and started jerking off while I thought about fucking her mouth while she caressed my balls till I shot a load deep in her throat. When I came, I came into her thong. I dropped it into my hamper and tossed a shirt on top of it to hide the panties.

I had good timing; as soon as I hid the evidence, I heard the front door opening, and the light footsteps I recognized as Amy's. The door closed. She was alone.

I went outside to greet her wearing black sweats and a tight white muscle shirt. I had shaved and done my hair, so I looked and smelled good, but I was bumming as far as clothes went.

Amy was still wearing the same tight black baby t-shirt and white kakis with no back pockets that fit like a second skin. "Hey, sweetie!" she said and gave me a hug. "How was your day?"

"Fine. Missed you, hon. How were the 'rents?"

"Oh, boring as usual. But they gave me money. I went shopping alone before I came back." She smiled broadly – she loves shopping.

"Get anything nice?"

"Oh, just this one thing." She reached into a shopping bag and pulled out a dark velvet nighty with lace at the top. The material became transparent below the chest, exposing the midriff, then solid purple again at the bottom. "It looks really hot on me," Amy said. "It's so short that you can see the bottom half of my ass and my pussy. You mind if I start wearing it around sometimes?"

I stammered, "No, not at all," trying to hide my secret excitement at the idea.

She smiled innocently, "Okay, great. I don't think I will right now though. Mind if I just lounge around in a pair of panties and this little tee tonight?"

"No, that's fine," I sort of grinned.

"Okay, great. You done with that red thong you borrowed?" she grinned wickedly as she asked.

I was caught. My face went totally red. "I – I'm sorry. I just – I couldn't –"

"It's okay, sweetie," Amy reassured me. "I'm just giving you a hard time. I don't mind. If you want to go through my lacey under things, it's alright," she giggled so adorably that it just made me want to fuck her and cover her in cum right then and there. But I restrained myself.

"Yeah… well… yeah, I'm done with it. It's in my hamper, I'll go get it."

Before I could, she ran off ahead of me.

"No! Wait!" I said, remembering that it was covered in wads of my cum.

Ahead of me, in my room, I heard an, "Ooooooooh!" of awe. "Damn, boy!" I heard Amy say as I came through the doorway. I saw her standing there with one finger hooked under the strap of the thong, the panties dangling there, soaked in still-wet semen. She laughed and smiled at me, "You cum like a horse, sweetie!"

I was completely embarrassed – my face totally red – and speechless.

"Mind if I try a sample?" Amy asked. Before I understood what she meant, she wiped up a generous serving of my cum from the thong on her other hand's index finger. Without another thought, she slid the cum-covered finger into her mouth and sucked on it. I could tell her tongue was swirling in her mouth, licking the finger clean. She extracted the finger and I heard her audibly swallow. Amy's eyes rolled back in her head. "Damn, sweetie. Your cum tastes amazing!"

My cock went instantly hard and she could see it.

She went on, "Maybe I'll have to suck you off later so I can taste some more," she said, grinning.

She went back into her room and tossed the cum-soaked thong into her hamper. "I'm sorry," I mumbled incoherently.

"It's alright, sweetie. I think its flattering. But you did get my last pair dirty. I don't know what I'll wear. All my other thongs are in the hamper." She opened her panty drawer and I saw a dozen thongs inside.

"But…" I started to correct her, to point out the other thongs.

But she simply lifted them all out of the drawer and tossed them into the hamper with a crooked and devious smile on her face. "In the hamper… like I said," she added with finality. Amy then unzipped her tight white kakis and started to shimmy her hips out of them, sliding them down her long sexy smooth tanned legs. She kicked them aside, exposing the slit of her pussy as she did so. "I guess I'll have to go around like this tonight," Amy said in the most sultry voice I could have ever imagined. "You don't mind, do you?"

I was speechless. I could only watch her as she walked past me and out of her room. I turned and gazed at her beautiful ass as it wobbled slightly with every step. She looked so incredibly hot in nothing but that baby t-shirt that her tits were ready to rip through. I followed her like a puppy into the living room.

When she got in there, she stretched with her arms above her head, then settled down and turned to face me, plopping onto the couch and rubbing her legs together seductively. "I'm horny," Amy said. "You want to watch some porn with me?"

I could only nod as I walked slowly towards her and sat next to her on the couch, my cock clearly forming a tent in my pants. I was admiring her legs and the folds of her pussy which peaked out form in between them. She knew it and smiled wickedly, "So what kind of porn do you want to watch, horny boy?"

"Just some man-on-woman sounds fine to me."

"I have just the thing," she said and stood up, walking towards the entertainment center. She reached into her DVD library and pulled out a porno. My breath caught in my throat as she bent over at the waist, exposing her pussy to me from behind. She slid the DVD into the player and turned on the television, standing back up straight and walking towards me. "What are you looking at?" she teased.

She plopped down in my lap and curled her legs close. Her soft and supple ass was grinding against my rock hard cock and she could feel it. "Were you looking at my pussy?" she asked teasingly as the opening credits ran on the porn DVD. "Did you like it?" I couldn't answer; I was too petrified – literally and physically. She wiggled her ass, giving my cock a little bump and grind. My cock only hardened further, and she felt it for sure. She just grinned and giggled. Amy said, "You have such a nice big cock, sweetie. You'll have to let me suck on it sometime." Amy winked as she said this, and I gulped.

I put my arms around her and we cuddled up really close as we watched the porno together. My cock stated hard the entire time, and she could no doubt feel it swelling especially large during some of the racier scenes in the movie. She sometimes squirmed around in my lap to get "more comfortable," but she was obviously just grinding her ass against my cock to tease me, and I loved it.

At one point in the movie, a woman was on her knees, sucking a guy off and when he came, she let him spray it all over her face. When this happened, I heard Amy moan and then she turned for face me. She asked, "Have you ever fantasized about doing that to me?" She smiled and bit her lip. I could only nod my head to answer in the affirmative. When I did, she smiled wider and purred like a kitten.

We didn't do anything more through the rest of the movie. We only held each other close and I constantly resisted the urge to slide my hand down past her waist and start fondling her gorgeous heart shaped ass. When the movie was over, she stood up facing away from me and stretched her arms above her head, thrusting her ass out towards me. I could feel pre-cum leaking down my cock just at the sight of it. "Well, sweetie, I'm going to hit the hay. I'm pretty sleepy," she said. "But I'll see you in the morning."

She walked off to bed and I watched her ass sway seductively as she went.

After that I had gone to bed after stripping off all my clothes. I tossed and turned most of the night and had to jerk off several times to ease the aching erection Amy had given me – the one that wouldn't seem to go away for anything.

Eventually, near three AM, I was dying of thirst and decided to get a drink of water. Figuring Amy was asleep, I went out into the kitchen while still naked. Sure enough, she was nowhere to be found. I poured myself a glass of water and stood in the kitchen drinking it. Then, out of the blue, Amy came around the corner into the kitchen. And she was naked too!

She simply smiled at me and walked up to me. "I see you were thirsty too," she said. "Mind if I share your water?"

I nodded and handed the glass to her. She started drinking from it and while she did she turned around so that her back was facing me, and then she leaned up against me! Her bare soft voluptuous ass was pressed gently against me rock-hard cock. She sighed contentedly and swayed back and forth, caressing my firm cock with the silky skin of her ass. When she had finished drinking, she set the glass down and turned around to face me, grinning wickedly. She saw my hard cock standing proud and erect, leaking pre-cum from what she had just done. She simply bent over, licked the head clean of the drop of pre-cum, and then kissed it – once, and briefly – on the tip. She grinned wickedly again as I moaned in pleasure, then said, "Night, sweetie. See you in the morning." She winked and walked off to bed, leaving me with the most painful erection I had ever had in my life.

Amy Ch. 03



The next morning came all too soon. Amy was up at dawn, refreshed and happy despite getting in at 2 that morning. As she walked into the bathroom her nipples grew hard and she realized they were more than a little sore from Darren's teeth and hungry mouth.

They still tingled and she recalled how he had used his tongue... and everywhere he'd used it. She looked in the mirror and smiled, touched her swollen lips gingerly and grinned as she recalled with delight how she had sucked on his Henry. 

She heard the downstairs toilet flush, and knew her mother was up. Then she grimaced as the memory of Darren's ejaculating in her mouth, and how stunned she had been by it. She reached for the mouthwash, and gargled for a full minute. Then she brushed her teeth. 

Terrible, she thought, Disgusting  that he should want her to do that. And then she laughed at her reflection in the mirror, pointed at her image with a mouth still full of toothpaste and said, "Disgusting? Then why did you do it?"

The answer came back to her in an instant. Because you damn well wanted nothing more than to take his Henry and cram it down your slutty throat, that's why.

She rinsed her mouth out and spit the residue into the sink, recalling how poor Darren had profusely apologized at the time. He had been so sweet in every respect that she had managed to swallow his stuff the next time. 

NO! Be truthful, at least to yourself! Her conscience was speaking to her! You swallowed his stuff every time after that and loved it. That makes you a lying bitch as well as a slut. 

Her conscience rambled on, And what of that nice young man? Didn't he lap your juices without complaint, and wouldn't he have continued doing so, except that after coming so many times, you were worried he might hurt you?

"Well it's true," she whispered to her mirror image. "Alice Lewis confided to me that a person could die from making love, and I fully believe it after last night."

Did you wake up in the hospital? Her conscience asked with a leer in its tone.

No, but... You used him. That makes you a slut!

"Am not!" Amy retorted aloud, resorting to a child-like rebuttal.

The strange argument might have gone on, but her mother called out that breakfast was on the table, and this was the day, and she had better get a move on. Amy took another two minutes before she was satisfied with her appearance then made her way downstairs and had her last breakfast with the family.

Not long after, Amy said her good byes and there was much crying all around. The whole family went to the train station with her saying more good-byes, with much hugging and kissing. Then the family waved until the train was out of sight.

***

Amy purchased a coke, and leaned back in her chair, her ticket ready for the conductor, and thought about the future and the recent past, specifically the night before. Before she knew it she fell asleep.

She woke to the conductor's sonorous voice calling out, "Grand Central Station! New York City!" and then fumbled around getting her things in order. 

She discovered she had plenty of time, and wound up sitting nervously waiting for the train to stop.

Amy disembarked from the train with a queen-like elegance. She'd practiced this move and several others in anticipation of her arrival. Still, she was taken aback as she entered the huge, cavernous main room of the Grand Central Station. 

She took her time looking around, and absorbed as much as she could. This is the big time, she told herself; and hefted her luggage only to realize she was famished. Moments later she was sitting at a dining room table in the Oyster Bar on the lower level of Grand Central Station. She gazed in wonder at the height of the ceilings with their white tile. Then she caught herself, and silently admonished herself not to act like a country bumpkin.

Surreptitiously, she looked about her, trying to find someone famous, but found only businessmen and women and several commuters like herself.

She had no difficulty in hailing a cab outside the station, all it took was for her to raise her arm, and a yellow cab pulled up alongside her. The driver was polite, although obviously from a Middle Eastern County. Amy checked her watch. She had two hours before she was to meet her Uncle John at his office.

"Take me to the Fulton Fish Market," she told the driver, as she settled down and crossed her long legs. She noted with some satisfaction that the driver's eyes were examining her. Then she read the meter rates and went into financial shock. It was $2.00 for getting in the cab. $.30 for each quarter mile and $.30 for each 30 seconds stopped in traffic! Plus the tip! This was one expensive town, she thought. 

Then a smile crossed her face, as she figured it wouldn't be long before she was a star earning six or seven figures, and she slipped into a dreamy fugue. As they passed by the Givenchy Boutique on Madison Avenue, Amy returned to reality, promising herself that when that time came, she would surely shop there among other exclusive shops and stores around town.  

Amy knew from all the literature she'd devoured, that the best way to experience New York was to walk. She recalled that the grid system the city is laid out on makes it easy to navigate, and that was probably the best way to get a feel for the city and its inhabitants. 

As she left the cab on Fulton Street, she paid attention to the "Walk - Don't Walk" signs at the corner. The cars stopped, but people on bikes and rollerblades didn't, and she had to weave her way across the street to the river's edge using caution.

Amy knew something about the Fish Market. She'd read extensively about New York City. The Fish Market was housed in two main adjacent open-air structures, where wholesale buyers—mostly restaurant employees—filled orders and bargained on goods during the early morning hours. 

She turned a full 360 degrees looking about her, but only a few scattered tourists and several restaurant workers were close by. No rude fish market workers were slamming fish-hooks into fat striped bass, as she had imagined they would, or deftly slicing up tuna and yelling sharply, "Watch your back!" as they transported crates past on forklifts. 

Then she remembered it was lunch hour. So she contented herself by walking through the neighborhood and its quaint cobblestone walkways and wooden docks that clung to the land, resisting the fast moving currents trying to wrench them away and out to sea. 

Amy boarded several historic ships, including the Peking and W.O. Decker, and leisurely browsed through a couple of the chain stores, which had sprouted in what were formerly, abandoned warehouses since the old market had become a major tourist attraction. 

She glanced nervously at her wristwatch; saw that it was time to meet her Uncle John.

Well, he wasn't actually her uncle, but he was close to it. Uncle John, as she had called him all her life, was actually her stepfather's brother, not her real uncle. But then she had never truly known her real father, so Uncle John it was, and Amy had no difficulty with it. 

She hailed another cab, and rode quickly to his office on the 700 block of Madison, just four doors down from the Givenchy Boutique.

Amy was thrilled with the elevator as it rocketed up to the 41st floor without stopping. It seemed to her that her stomach had been left far behind. She chided herself that it was just one more new thing to grow accustomed to in the Big Apple. A moment later she spied an office door with his name on it.

With a reverential motion, her fingers traced the lettering, John Prentice, Custom Imports.

He must be important, she thought, and then admonished herself. First things first, she told herself, and made for the ladies room directly across from her uncle's office. 

After appraising herself in the mirror and reapplying her makeup, Amy took pains to straighten out her white blouse, and adjusted her black skirt. She felt her appearance was presentable, but if she were intent on becoming an actress she always had to look her best. A rule she had learned was that one never knew when one would meet someone of great influence, so one had better be prepared. Thank you Miss Mapelwood, Amy said to herself, smiling at the thin teacher's memory. Miss Mapelwood had died several months earlier, and Amy missed her very much, both for all she had taught her, and for being a great friend and confidant.

She hadn't seen her Uncle John in over ten years, and to be honest her memory of him wasn't that good. She recalled him as being a classic tall, dark and handsome male. Almost a Prince Charming to her memory, and she was anxious to meet him again.

Taking a deep breath, Amy knocked gently on the office door, but no one answered. Trying the doorknob, she found it open, and walked in. A receptionist's desk greeted her, but no one was in the room. 

"Hello?" she called. But it appeared she was alone. 

Instinctively opening her purse, she removed her compact and composed herself by touching up her lipstick and makeup once again. 

Why am I so vain? She asked herself. 

"Hello?" she called out once again.

There was nothing but her voice reverberating from one wall to another, and then silence. 

A half-empty cup of coffee sat cooling on the desk. This told Amy someone was there. Perhaps they had stepped out for a minute, she thought, and took a Vogue magazine from the coffee table, and sat down to wait. 

Five long minutes passed, and Amy found she couldn't lose herself in any of the articles, despite her penchant for staying up with the latest styles.

Amy's hearing became more attuned to her surroundings and she thought she heard some kind of noise coming from the inner office. Rising from the chair, she walked quietly to the edge of the door, and listened. 

Concentrating as hard as she could, Amy was able to isolate the normal humdrum noises around her. Feeling a little giddy at her erstwhile eavesdropping, she recalled that her mother had always called her a snooper, putting her nose where it wasn't wanted. But Amy had learned far too many interesting things from being inquisitive, and that was that. 

There! She had definitely heard something from her Uncle's office. But it wasn't normal conversation. Her imagination went into high gear. Could a robber have tied them up?

Amy almost flew to the reception desk, opening drawers and rummaging until she found what she'd been looking for, a glass! She ran back to the door, and quietly placed the glass against it. There it was again! This time Amy was able to identify the sound. She was positive someone was whimpering.

My God, Amy thought, they are tied up in there! Should I call 911? But she hesitated, What if I'm wrong? That would be so embarrassing. 

Amy decided to listen further before taking any action. She had to be certain. There! Her eyes widened, and she found herself so excited that she had to fight off the sudden need to pee.

Someone was sobbing, she was sure of it. Pressing her ear to the glass, she listened, heard it again. It was clearly a soband then a crystal clear whimper followed, growing in volume until Amy was positive that it was surely a moan of pain. 

She had her hand pressed against her groin, fighting the compulsion to urinate, concentrating on the sounds coming from her Uncle's office.

Suddenly Amy realized that what she was hearing was a series of moans. Convinced someone was being tortured, Amy made for the telephone to call the police. As she pressed the 9 tab on the phone, she heard a strained voicethis time it was clear and loud. 

"Harder, John... Harder!"

"My God," Amy whispered, as she dropped the phone on the desk, then as she replaced it correctly, murmured tremulously, "They're doing it!" 

Her hand went to her mouth, which had dropped open in shock. And as Amy moved from the phone to her chair and sat down heavily, she realized she no longer had to pee. Then she laughed quietly. "Everything happens in New York," she said aloud, recovering her wits once more.

The whimpers and moans continued, as Amy debated whether to leave or stay. Another minute passed, and Amy grew bolder. I do have an appointment, she reasoned. I have every right to be here. She thought about what she'd heard. A woman, definitely a woman's voice had said, "Harder John." John had to be her Uncle John! Oh, my God! They were doing "IT" in his office!'

Amy grew more daring about the situation, and moved closer to the door. Carefully turning the knob, she turned it easily with only a soft click, and waited for them to make some more noise before opening it a crack. That was enough for Amy to glimpse inside and discover she could easily view half the room. 

Two people were on a couch. No! The woman was on the couch, the man, who must be her uncle, was leaning on the top of the couch with his face dripping sweat as it hovered over the woman's. Her hands had a firm grip on his ass, and she whimpered as he moved against her. He was inside her! Amy gawked as the whimpers grew to moans, then soft cries as the woman sought gratification.

"Harder," she croaked between breaths. "Harder!"

Uncle John responded by slamming himself into her with greater intensity, adding his weight and more pressure to each thrust.

"How's that Janice?" Uncle John barked, his voice sounding hoarse and ragged. Amy took note that his back was crisscrossed with deep red scratch marks. 

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!" Janice managed to grunt out each time his cock plunged into her sodden cavity.

Amy licked her lips, unconsciously, her breathing had made them dry. She realized she was squeezing her breast through her blouse in all the excitement, but didn't stop. The scene before her had her mesmerized. She decided to commit this to memory for future use in her acting career.

Uncle John continued his rhythm, even increasing it slightly as Janice's cries came at shorter and more frequent intervals. So, this was fucking, Amy thought. This was what it took to satisfy a lustful need for one another. This was a pure, animalistic desire to consume another for one's own pleasure, she thought. 

Amy slowly realized she wanted desperately to replace Janice on the couch. Her mouth was open, and her breathing ragged, as she imagined his thingy plunging into her, she thrust a hand under her skirt, and found herself soaking wet. Her middle finger slipped through the wetness, and she mindlessly masturbated.

Opening her eyes, Amy discerned her uncle had slowed his pace, and was easing out of Janicethen waitingperhaps for a two count, before ramming all the way into her with one violent stroke. 

Janice could only grunt helplessly as her body flounced around beneath the pummeling. 

Amy tried to share the huge orgasm Janice was experiencing. One that seemed to increase in intensity each time Uncle John battered her with his big, long thingy. Why hadn't she let Darren do her last night? What was she saving her virginity for? She bit her lip as she continued to play with herself. Maybe, just maybe, she told herself, I've been saving myself for Uncle John! 

Amy was stunned to hear herself think such incestuous thoughts. But then her conscience loomed up and surprised her by not condemning her for having such lewd thoughts, but suggested that having sex with Uncle John would not be incestuous, as he was not a true blood-relation.

"Oh!" She said quietly, having gotten her first good look at his staff as he withdrew it from the woman and shook it at her. 

"Want more?" He inquired, already knowing the answer.

Amy responded at the same time the woman did, her lips forming the word "Yes", just as the woman named Janice, lying spread-eagled on the sofa did.

Yes, Amy told herself, I want your thingy, then chastised herself. No, I want your cock! I want your prick! I want your tool, your magnificent tool!

All the while her finger was moving in time with her uncle's cock, which was once again fully lodged within Janice's pussy. And when he paused deep inside Janice, then began circling his hips, both women climaxed.

Amy almost lost her balance and toppled into the room with the two fornicators. Slowly she sank to her knees, quivering as her orgasm reverberated throughout her body. 

Amy imagined how his long, slippery prick must feel as it stirred around inside the woman under him, and came again as she continued watching them furtively from the doorway.

With every thrust of his cock, Janice moaned with pleasure. Another minute passed, then Amy noticed that Janice and Uncle John were moving slowly, as if savoring the moment. Suddenly her Uncle began pumping furiously. The veins in his neck bulged, sweat flew from his forehead. He rose up; Amy saw him pull out, grip himself tightly in his right fist, and ejaculate a thick, copious strand across Janice's stomach. A split second later, a sequence of thin ropy semen looped over both her breasts. 

With a short, shrill cry, like a gull swooping down for a scrap of food, Janice darted toward his cock and eagerly devoured it. Uncle John groaned mightily, and arched his back, as Janice sucked away the last remnants of his sperm. A moment later, Uncle John dropped to his knees and rolled over, stretched out on the floor.

"I love you," Janice blatantly lied in a harsh, breathless voice. 

She does not! Amy said to herself, she loves your thingy... damn! I've got to stop using that word.

Amy continued to spy on them, watching as Janice, feigning shyness, spooned a portion of his sperm from a breast to her pink tongue. 

"Yeah, yeah, me too," he replied listlessly. Amy rejoiced at learning he was obviously anxious to get away from her.

Janice began to dress, and Amy decided to leave the office and return in a few minutes, and did exactly that.



Amy Ch. 03



Over the next several weeks they settled into a comfortable routine, hardly seeing each other. Amy had enrolled at the community college studying to become a physical therapist and, after eating breakfast and packing a lunch for her father and herself, would leave for classes just as he was waking up.

Tim would spend his mornings working around the house, mowing the lawn, washing the car, cleaning gutters etc, until noon when he'd eat his main meal of the day, usually casseroles that Amy had prepared. He'd then shower and leave for work.

Amy got home at 2 or 4 depending on her classes and did a little housework, made suppers - the casseroles - studied, then watched some TV if there was time. She was often in bed when he got home. Her friends had eventually stopped calling her since she no longer wanted to be a party girl.

It was on the weekends that they were able to spend a little time together. Money was tight and her classes were intense; physics, biology, chemistry, (maybe she should have paid more attention in high school) but they were sometimes able to go to a movie, or occasionally dinner.

One Friday night Tim came home and collapsed in his chair exhausted. His face was ashen, the lines deeper, dark circles beneath his eyes. 

"Would you do me a favor, sweetheart? Would you put about this much Bourbon in a glass with some ice, please."

Amy fixed the drink and brought it to her father who drained it in one swallow. Her eyes went wide.

"Another?" she asked after he let out a sigh.

"Please" he said, eyes closed.

She brought the second drink and he sipped it. She stayed next to him and waited. Finally he said,

"They got rid of second shift today."

"Oh my God!" she said

"Fired everybody but me and Lucy. Scotty, Jimbo, Ellen. Everybody. Jesus, it was a blood bath."

"Ellen was getting ready to retire, wasn't she?"

"Two weeks." he said. "Two goddamn weeks. Now what's she supposed to do?"

"So, what, you go on days now?"

"Right. I'll have 14 machines to take care of by myself, Amyl left too. Plus they expect me to be an operator in my 'down time'".He made imaginary quotes in the air. "Unbelievable." 

For weeks Amy had been circling Help Wanted ads for jobs that she though he might be able to do, and leaving them at his place at the table for when he got up. But money was tight and jobs were scarce.

She had put her hands on his shoulders and begun a gentle massage.

"Daddy, your muscles feel like wood, lean forward, I'll rub your back."

She crouched behind him on the chair and massaged his shoulders and neck and worked her way down. She tugged his shirt out from his pants and slid her hands underneath to work the lower back. She suddenly stopped.

"Wait right here." she said getting up and going into her room. Soon she was back with a bottle of massage oil and her Anatomy textbook. ,

"Strip down to your shorts and lay down here on the sofa." He didn't respond.

"I can't work your back like this, just take off your clothes. Leave the boxers on if you want." She picked up her textbook.

"you'll also be helping me with the Massage unit and the anatomy section of my course."

He did as he was told and she helped him with his boots. He lay down on the sofa and she put a couple of throw pillows under his ankles. Amy straddled him, sitting on his backside, poured the massage oil into a small puddle in her palm and rubbed her hands together, heating it. She began by working on his upper back, looking at the illustration in her anatomy book on the floor and calling out the muscles as she went.

"Splenius Capitis; Posterior Lateral Triangle of the Trapezius" she said massaging each muscle thoroughly before moving on. "Deltoids; Teres Minor and Teres Major."

She worked hard and took satisfaction in her father's moans and sighs as tight knots of tension were massaged away.

"Latisimus Dorsi; External Abdominal Obliques." she quoted moving further down the back."Gluteus Medius and Gluteal Fasciae." She tugged his shorts partway down to get at these. 

Amy went to the end of the sofa and lifted her father's foot to massage the soles. 

"Abductor hallucis; Flexor digtorum brevis and Abdutuctor digiti minimi." Then she worked up the back of his legs in long strokes, letting her hands slip into the leg holes of his boxer to get at the gluteal muscles, Maximus Minimus, Medius. Running her hands up his inner thighs she let the tips of her fingers occasionally brush his testicles, elliciting a soft gasp which made her pussy clench. 

"OK, Daddy, time to turn over so I can work the 'anterior'." She said a little nervously, quoting the illustration in her anatomy text.

"Um...maybe I'd better uh...just lie here like this for uh...for a little while if that's OK." he said.

It took her a few seconds to understand, and then she said, "Oh. Daddy, it happens all the time, perfectly natural. It's no big deal, really. Just turn over."

Actually she had no idea if it happened all the time or not but she saw no reason why it wouldn't; a man having his naked body massaged by an attractive woman while he lies there passively. Reluctantly he turned over but kept both hands over his crotch. His eyes fixed on her tank top where her hard nipples were poking against the fabric. She smiled to herself; a man's just a man, she thought.

She began at his toes and ran her hands in long strokes up both legs to his hips, her progress blocked by his large hands which covered his erect penis and testicles. Finishing with his legs she moved back up his body and straddled his upper thighs, where his protective fingers were only fractions of an inch from her crotch, she leaned forward to rub the Deltoids. The fabric of her shorts brushed the back of his hands. Putting more oil on her hands she moved to his pectorals letting her lubricated pinkies lightly brush across his nipples. The effect this was having on him was obvious as tiny shudders of pleasure made him quiver. She widened her knees, softly pressing her pussy down onto his hands.

She lifted one arm and laid it across her thigh, and she named for him each muscle in the arm as she massaged the tension out of it.

"Bicep; Long head and lateral head of the tricep; Brachioradialis; Extensor digitorum."

She turned his palm over and massaged the pads of the fingers, noting the coarseness of the skin and the hard calluses, the fruit of a lifetime of hard work, before returning it to it's place on her hip. She repeated the procedure with the other arm and placed it on her other hip and looked at the bulge in her father's shorts. Her hands went to the waistband and he immediately covered them with his own, stopping her.

Amy leaned back and looked him in the eye.

"Daddy, how long has it been since you've touched a woman?" She asked.

"You know how long." he said.

"And that long since a woman's touched you. I want to do this for you, Daddy. Just let me do this."

She freed her hands and in one smooth motion slid the tank top over her head and dropped it on the floor. His eyes widened and she let him drink in the sight of her beautiful young breasts, the normally pale pink nipples dark and hard, pointing upward, the areolas puckered. She straightened her back, offering them to his eyes. They were perfect, firm and with not a bit of sag as they jutted from her rib cage. His cock twitched beneath the material of his boxers and she smiled. Yes, whatever else he may be, she thought, he's still just a man.

She took his hands and placed them over her breasts, squeezing his fingers into her tender flesh. He felt the nipples poking into his palms. When she was sure his hands were fixed she again reached for the waistband of his shorts and slid them down. He lifted his hips and she tucked the elastic under his testicles lifting them.

Amy felt an irrational sense of pride in the size of her father's genitals and admired his penis as it pulsed above his abdomen; the shaft hard as steel, the head soft as velvet. She placed a thumb at the base and slowly slid it up to the head and a drop of pre-cum appeared at the tip. She did it again and the drop became larger. She continued to express the clear sticky fluid until a quantity sufficient to coat the entire head had been gathered. She intended to use this natural lubrication since she was pretty sure the massage oil wouldn't taste very good.

Her father's hands continued their massage as she teased his penis running her wet finger around and around the head and over the super-sensitive diamond on the underside just below. Finally she bent and placed a kiss on the tip. She licked her lips savoring the salty taste of his pre-cum. Moving her hair out of the way so she was sure he could see, she slowly lowered her head, letting his cock push her lips apart as it would if it were entering her vagina. Lowering her head farther, she had to open her mouth wide to accommodate him. She took as much of him into her mouth as she thought she could stand and then slowly retreated letting the head pull on her lips as it was removed. 

She repeated this action several times before picking up the pace. Not able to take all of him into her mouth, she pumped him with her hand while with the thumb and index finger of the other hand she made an OK sign at the base of his balls to keep them from drawing up as he got closer to climax.

Tim tangled his fingers in his daughter's hair and began pumping his hips, thrusting his cock into her mouth. She looked up and saw his eyes were closed and a look of deep pleasure covered his face.

Soon his breathing became ragged and his stomach muscles convulsive. With her fingers she kept his balls from drawing up into the body cavity as soft moans escaped his lips. She wanted him to come in her mouth, to swallow the hot sticky fluid. But she wanted more to see him, to watch him release all the tension he was carrying. She straightened up and looked at his face. Funny, she thought, how extreme pleasure and extreme pain produce the exact same facial expression. Are they on the same continuum or opposite aspects of extreme feeling?

Several of her boyfriends had shown her how to hold them on the edge of orgasm in order to prolong the feeling and she slowed the pace, stroking him only once a second or so, to keep him hovering over the abyss. His head was rocking side to side and his moans were becoming strangled. She felt his legs trembling beneath her. The shaft of his cock grew even stiffer and his balls hardened as well. An animalistic groan was resonating deep in his chest and growing louder. His body stiffened, his hips lifted off the sofa. 

"Just let it go, Daddy. Just let it go." She looked down and saw the head of his cock swell as if taking a deep breath just before it exploded sending a thick white stream of semen flying up to his chest.

She tried to time her strokes to the spasms of his cock as she pumped a second stream out of him which landed on his stomach. More cum flowed like lava over her fist and she kept up the pace until she was sure he was completely drained.

She let go of his cock and bent over him kissing his face which had relaxed, its furrows and ridges smooth.

"I love you so much, Daddy." 

"I love you too, baby girl. Thank you." He said, his voice deep, his eyes closed.

Amy held him for a few minutes and then went to the bathroom where she dampened a wash cloth in warm water and returned to the living where her father was snoring softly on the sofa, his boxers still down around his thighs. "He's exhausted," she thought. He barely stirred as she cleaned him up. She kissed him and covered him with the comforter before making her way into her room.

It was only then, as she removed her shorts and panties, that she became aware of her own desperate need. She ran her hands over her breasts and pinched the nipples. But she didn't a warm-up, her pubic hair was damp and matted and her pussy felt wide open a familiar hard knot had formed in her belly. She threw herself onto the bed and with one hand on her breast, teasing and pinching the rock hard nipple, she ran her other hand down to her crotch. She ground the heel of her hand against the pubic bone just above her clit and easily slid 2 fingers inside sopping wet opening releasing some of the lubrication which had collected there. It tickled as it ran down to her asshole.

She raised her knees and spread her legs as wide as she could, and by tilting her hips and lifting them off of the mattress, she found that spot inside her pussy and pressed her fingers into it as she ground her palm against her clit. Images of her father's cock spewing semen mixed in her mind with the feeling of the savage fucking she'd received from the biker's merciless dick as she came in violent explosions of sensation. Electrical waves of pleasure raced from her pussy to her toes and up to her nipples as a second climax built up the wreckage of the first. A third orgasm left her gasping and vibrating as she held both hands over her crotch, easing herself back down to earth. Her breathing returned to normal and she rolled onto her side, placed a pillow between her legs and fell into a deep satisfying sleep. 



Amy Ch. 03



III - Bedtime



Amy felt John climb into his side of the bed.

A little less than an hour ago, Amy had announced that she was going to take a hot bath and head to bed. John had been a little surprised; it was only 9.30 when she had made her pronouncement, but he supposed that a long hot bath was enough of an indulgence that it made sense. 

The more he had thought about it, the more an early bedtime had appealed to him, too. It had been a long day, with a bit of a surprise, and he was looking forward to some quality time snoozing. John had finished watching a movie on TV and had quietly climbed the stairs to their bedroom. Noticing that Amy was already in bed, he made the effort to be extra quiet so as to not disturb her. Clad in only his boxer shorts, he pulled back the sheet and blankets, and sidled under the covers. Leaning over, but keeping his cold feet far away, he kissed the back of her head as a "goodnight" gesture.

Amy didn't indulge in a log, hot soaking bath very often, but when she did, as she had tonight, it left her very relaxed. She had half-drowsed, waiting for John to come to bed. When John leaned over to kiss her goodnight, she moved backwards herself, spooning against his body. She had worn an old, comfortable tank top to bed, along with a pair of soft grey flannel shorts that were a couple of sizes too big. She moaned loudly as she cuddled backwards, questing until her ass was pressed against his groin.

John's arm came across her own, embracing her, and Amy purred, grabbing his arm and holding it close. She loved falling asleep in his arms, but it was not something which happened often; while she was comfortable sleeping that way, John had a hard time falling sleep that way; he could never find a comfortable position.

Which was OK, as Amy had no intention of sleeping at the moment, anyways.

Amy dragged his hand to her chest, covered by the thin layer of cotton of her tank top, and moaned softly as his fingers found her turgid nipples. Turning her head, she started kissing and biting the arm that was beginning to give her such pleasure.

"Someone is a little bit of a frisky kitten tonight..." John chuckled, enjoying his apparently half-asleep wife. His fingers seemed to operate with a mind of their own, gently tugging and pulling her nipples through the tank top. Amy began to undulate her hips backward, finding John's cock under his boxers, and trapping it in her ass crack. He had grown nice and hard, and she began to stroke his cock with her ass.

"Feels good.... " Amy moaned softly. "I love having your cock pressed against my ass."

"It feels good to me, too..." he whispered in her ear, biting her earlobe. 

"Mmmmm.... not as good as your bare cock would feel... let me feel your bare cock against me, Johnny... please? " she half-moaned at him. "I need to feel your cock against my ass."

John pulled away and shed himself of his boxers. Returning to his spot against her shorts-covered ass, he pressed against her, feeling her renew her movement against his sensitive, bare cock.

"Yes..." Amy crooned. "So soft, and so hard... so good..." Any grabbed John's wrist, and guided his hand down to where his cock rubbed against her ass. "Touch me, Johnny... feel me....

Not one who needed to be asked twice, John splayed his fingers across the fleshy expanse of her shorts, and down to where the material was riding up from her masturbating his cock with her ass. Pulling her the material of her shorts to one side, he pulled his cock against the bare skin of her ass crack.

"How does that feel, honey?" John asked, his fingers tickling the expanse of flesh between her ass and her pussy. 

"Oh my God... I love it... " Amy confirmed. "I love your hard cock against my ass... maybe someday you'll let me have your cock in my ass..." she moaned, and reveled in the twitch her comment made in his cock. "Would you like to try that someday, Johnny... your hard cock pressing against my ass? Would you like me to rub some lube on your cockhead and shaft, or would you rather watch me finger my ass with some pussy cream, to get it ready for you?" Amy and John had never tried anal sex, but Amy and Jill had talked about how much Jill liked having a nice hard cock in her ass, about how it felt so dirty and slutty and delicious. John was a considerate and loving husband... sometimes too much so. John was nothing but respectful, kind and gentle, and there were so many things Amy wanted to try that John would never think to suggest.

John kissed the back of her neck, biting lightly. "Is that something you want to try, my love?"

"Oh yes.... yes indeed.... but not tonight..." Amy replied. "Tonight I want this... " she paused, reaching behind and grabbing his cock, guiding it lower to where her pussy lips here split. "I want this... right here..."  Amy spread her legs as wide as her position would allow, and began moving her succulent pussy back and forth over his cockshaft"

Not slow on the uptake, John angled his hips so that his cock was at a better approach angle, and moved with her, his cockhead plowing through her furrow. "Like this, Amylove?"

"Mmmmm.... just like this..." Amy purred, taking his cock inside her. "Mmmmm.... that's what a naughty slut like me deserves... punish me with your cock.... pound into me...".

John grabbed her hips and pulled her to him hard. "Like this? Is this how you want it...?"

"Yes... fuck your little slut into submission..." she moaned as John pistoned in and out of her pussy, stretching across his cock.

"Is that what you are? My pretty little slut?" John asked, thrusting harder.

"Yes... oh yes.... all yours... only yours... only you get to make me into your pretty little slut... your whore, who begs you for your cock... for your cum... I want your cum, John. Give me your cum... flood my slutty little puss-puss with your cum..." Amy was bucking on John's hard cock and fingering her own clit, lost in the pleasure and the excitement of her dirty talk. She could feel herself crest, and squeezed her cunt as tight as she could to milk John's cock of its cum.

John lost all semblance of control, and gave her what she asked for,., what she begged for...with a guttural scream he spasmed and came, triggering her own orgasm. They fell asleep together, John's half-hard cock still claimed by Amy's tight little quim, and the two of them wandered into a sleepless dream together..



Amy Ch. 04



After my nude encounter with Amy in the kitchen, I slowly walked back to my bedroom in a dazed state. Had I dreamed what just happened? Had Amy really rubbed her naked body up against mine? Had she really pressed her ass against my cock? As I passed her bedroom door, I saw that it was open. Inside, the room was dark but I could vaguely see the outline of her naked body lying on top of the sheets of her bed.

It was getting very hot that night. Her bedroom window was open and I could hear a fan blowing on the windowsill. She was trying to cool off. But the sight of her was only making my temperature rise.

I resigned myself to returning to bed. I lay on top of the sheets as Amy did, but it was still so hot that I could only toss and turn, a thin sheen of sweat covering my body. And the thought of Amy in the next room, naked as the day she was born, did not help things.

I tossed for at least another hour, unable to sleep. My cock was hard the entire time. Finally I gave up on sleeping and started to jerk myself off. I lay on my back and closed my eyes, imagining that Amy was lying next to me and it was her hand wrapped around the shaft of my cock, stroking it up and down. I imagined her lips encircling the head and her tongue pressed against the underside of the shaft.

As I was stroking my cock, I heard Amy rolling over in bed and sighing like a contented cat (our doors were both open so sound carried easily across the hall). The thought of her in the next room began to drive me past lust into insanity. This masturbating wasn't going to do the trick... I had to do something more.

I knew what I wanted to do, but hesitated. Should I? Was it right? After a few minutes the lust took over my thoughts and I decided I didn't care anymore.

I slid out of bed and tip-toed across the hallway into Amy's room. I stopped just past her doorway to let my eyes adjust to the darkness. When I did I could see her sleeping peacefully on top of the sheets of her bed, completely exposing her naked body. She lay on her stomach and her head was resting on the pillow, turned away from me towards the wall. I crept closer to get a better look and held my breath to listen.

She was sleeping soundly and peacefully, breathing evenly. I could see now as I came closer that a thin sheen of sweat was covering her entire body in the oppressive heat, making her skin shine in the pale moonlight that came in through her bedroom curtains. The soft curves of her ass begged to be touched.

I checked once more to make sure she was sleeping soundly and then I reached out with my right hand and placed it on the left cheek of her ass. I just let it rest there, not wanting to rouse her, and then I caressed her ass gently and squeezed it ever so slightly. Her ass felt so perfect and so smooth, and so perfectly soft. My cock grew even harder than I had ever felt it before, and I could feel pre-cum dripping down from the head.

I squeezed her ass a little harder, this time on the other cheek. But this time my breath caught as she stirred. I ducked down and stepped back as she rolled over onto her back. Her arms fell gently to her side and she stretched her legs and then rubbed them together. Her tits bounced gently as her body settled into place on her back.

At first I thought I was caught, but then I realized with relief that she was only rolling over in her sleep. I had disturbed her but not fully awakened her.

Slowly I crept back up to the side of her bed and watched her to make sure she was sleeping soundly. When I was confident that she was, I leaned over her naked body and admired everything I saw. I looked down between her legs to admire her shaved pussy, with its soft wet pink lips. Hesitantly I leaned further over her and extended my tongue, gently licking the lips of her pussy and the small nub of her clit. This caused her to stir slightly, and moan softly in her sleep, but it didn't wake her. I kept at this for a few more seconds, causing her to squirm in her sleep. But then the payoff came. Her pussy began to get wet and I could taste her sweet juices. I licked my lips, savoring the flavor. She tasted perfect.

Getting bolder, I crept onto the bed and straddled her chest slowly, so as not to wake her. I settled down gently, letting my cock and balls rest against the silky soft skin of her abdomen, but not resting the actual weight of my body on her. My cock stiffened even more at the sensation of her soft skin held against it once again.

I looked down at her beautiful sleeping face. Her eyes were shifting as if she was deep in a vivid dream. I knew that if I was ever going to be able to do this, it would be now – when she was sleeping the deepest. I admired her full pouting lips as they were parted with her breathing and longed to have my cock between those lips.

Slowly I inched forward until my cock was resting between her full voluptuous tits. I gently took one of her tits in each hand and pressed them slowly and carefully around the shaft of my cock. My felt light-headed with ecstasy at the sensation of her beautiful soft and perfect tits pressed around my cock. Slowly, I began to slide my cock back and forth between her tits. The thin sheen of sweat covering her body served as the perfect lubricant.

After tit fucking her gently for a full minute, Amy began to stir a bit more in her sleep. I knew that if I kept this up much longer I would wake her, and that wouldn't do at all. I pressed her tits together slightly harder and started to fuck them a bit faster in an attempt to get off as fast as possible without waking her. In a matter of a minute, I could feel my balls aching for release and the head of my cock swelling in that hyper-sensitive state.

My mouth opened wide and I held my breath in pure ecstasy, trying not to make a sound as I came. The first spurt of cum shot out across her chest and chin. At first I was consumed with pleasure, but then I realized if I came all over her face I would be caught when she woke up to find herself covered in cum. I panicked and then did the first thing that came to mind. I let go of her tits, and they bounced gently as they settled against her chest. Then I quickly leaned forward and held the head of my cock steady over Amy's mouth.

I was just in time as the second spurt of cum shot right between her open lips. And then the third shot of cum. And the fourth. My entire body was convulsing in pleasure as I shot more cum than I had ever seen before into her open, sleeping mouth. I desperately tried not to shake the bed too much as my muscles convulsed, and trying not to make any noise wasn't any easier. But somehow I succeeded.

After what seemed like fifteen full seconds of cumming into Amy's sleeping mouth, I finally finished and felt an enormous amount of tension – sexual and otherwise – leave my body. I saw her throat working automatically to swallow all the cum I had deposited in her mouth. She never stirred a wink except to moan softly in her sleep again, apparently subconsciously enjoying the taste.

Slowly, I climbed off her bed and stood next to her as she slept. As a final touch, I leaned over and wiped the first strand of cum which had shot across her chest and chin with my index finger. Then I carefully rubbed the cum all around her full pouting lips. I could see the cum glistening in the moonlight on her lips and I smiled at how devious I was and how sexy she looked laying there like that.

Then – to my delight and surprise – I saw her tongue slide out and lick the cum off her lips even as she slept! Again I heard her moan softly and I knew she must be having another dream about fucking. Hopefully it was about me...

Satisfied and relieved that I had gotten away with my little plan, I snuck back into my bedroom and laid down, exhausted. Despite the humid evening air, I was finally able to sleep. 



Amy Ch. 04



Amy left the building, and nervously walked around the block twice before deciding they'd had enough time to get dressed and resume working. My God, she thought, anyone could have walked in on them. Or me, for that matter, and she shuddered at the thought. A strange sound caused her to shriek, as a rollerblading skater came extremely close to her before deftly cutting to one side and skating blissfully away. After she'd recovered her poise, Amy recalled the excitement she'd felt watching them. Am I an animal just like them? Or is that the way people act in this city? They sure don't do things like that back in Seegerville, or have I missed something? I had better get my act together. After chiding herself, Amy took a deep breath and gathered herself once more, presenting a serene demeanor, obviously acting out a scene from a favorite movie. 

Back at her uncle's building, Amy strode through the lobby and into the elevator as if she'd been coming and going there for years.

This time, the elevator stopped three times before she reached her floor. She noted with some smug satisfaction that her stomach had acclimated to the fast rise as well as the fact that she was still tingling between her legs from what she had witnessed and done to herself as she'd watched.

Reaching the office Amy knocked lightly on the door, and heard Janice's response. "Come in, the door's open." 

She sounds different now that she's not getting humped, Amy thought. She actually sounds like a sweet thing. Maybe we can become friends, she said to herself, as she entered the office.

"Hello," Amy said in her best business voice. "I'm Amy Jefferson-Prentice. Mr. Prentice is my Uncle. I believe he's expecting me."

Janice gave her a winning smile as she appraised Amy, and said, "Of course! We've been expecting you. My, you are certainly a pretty girl."

"Thank you. You're very kind to say that. Is my Uncle in?" Amy intuitively understood that she had passed a test of some sort.

"Yes, yes he is. Just one moment, he's on the phone. I'll let him know you're here. He's so excited about your visit. He told me he hasn't seen you since you were about nine years old, is that right?"

"Yes, it has been a long time. I must confess, I don't remember what he looks like," she lied. Amy whispered the next few words, "Is he fat and bald?"

Janice laughed out loud, "Goodness no! She rose up from behind the desk. "He's rather handsome actually." She turned toward Mr.Prentice's office door, now fully closed, "Let me tell him you're waiting."

Janice rose from her chair, and opened Uncle John's office door. "John? Amy has arrived. Come on, hurry, she's waiting, and you don't keep a lady waiting. I shouldn't say that, no one knows that better than you." She laughed at herself, and Amy thought it had a surprisingly happy lilt to it.

Amy smiled, and thought, I guess a good fuck does put one in a good frame of mind. She was squeezing her thighs together to confirm the fact, when her uncle emerged from his office.

"Amy!" He said loudly. "Finally, I get to see you again. It's been far too long." He was hugging her before he finished speaking. 

Uncle John was impressed with the firmness of her young breasts as they pressed against him for perhaps a moment longer than might be expected. He sensed this, and decided then and there to seduce her. 

The hug over, they stepped back and looked at one another. Amy caught herself thinking. He's so…. so handsome.

She's definitely special, John conceded, as his eyes roamed from her face to her toes.

Amy became aware of John's scrutiny, and blushing, looked down at her white blouse and dark blue knee-length skirt. 

"Is something wrong Uncle John?" she asked, straightening her clothes rather than look him in the eye. 

"No," Uncle John said with a wolfish smile. "Everything's just fine," he added, licking his lips.

"Oh! You've a button open on your cuff," Amy said, pleased at finding a minute way of reminding him that he'd just finished doing it with his secretary.

"Hmmm, so I do," he replied, promptly rectifying the problem. 

"Now come on into my office," he said, gesturing with his hand that she follow him. "We have a lot to catch up on."

As she did, Amy turned to Janice and said, "It was very nice meeting you Janice."

"Likewise," said Janice. "Perhaps we can get together some time, maybe lunch?"

"That sounds like a great idea. Why don't I call you tomorrow and we can set a date?"

"Good. Well, I'll see you after you finish with your uncle."

"'kay, see ya," Amy said in perfectly ungrammatical English.

Once inside her uncle's office, Amy took a moment to look around. The couch was still rumpled from their earlier activity, but the view of Manhattan from his windows was spectacular.

"Impressive, isn't it?"

"Gosh, yes. I've never seen… well in the movies perhaps, but…"

"Sit down, sit down," he said, indicating the couch.

Amy sat, and immediately blushed, for this was the very spot Janice had been a few minutes earlier when Uncle John had humped her silly. When she realized her legs were very exposed from her seated position, the flush grew deeper.

"Your father tells me you've come to the city to begin an acting career," Uncle John said, not looking at her, but a memo on his desk.

"Yes," she said, and began to fidget. He looked up and noticed her flush, then allowed his eyes to scan her long limbs. 

"I can tell you have a fine figure," he said as her flush deepened. "Do you have much in the way of experience?"

"Experience?"

"Yes, you want to be an actress don't you?"

"Oh, yes!" Amy said, as she crossed her legs, unknowingly providing John with a glimpse of her panties. "I starred in the last two productions at school. And before that I worked as a supporting actress in two other shows. And… there was one Dinner Club Show, but that was more of a variety type thing."

"So, you're really just starting out?"

"Um, I guess so." She felt deflated, "When you put it that way." 

Jeez, she thought, he's making my experience sound so demeaning.

Realizing that he'd hurt her feelings, Uncle John quickly moved to repair matters. "Well, remember everyone has to start somewhere. Now I have a friend, Mona Lott, who has made several motion pictures. If you're up to it, I'll invite her over tonight for dinner. Would you like that?"

She had never heard of Mona Lott, but the prospect of meeting a genuine movie star had her giddy with excitement.

"Oh, Uncle John, that would be wonderful." 

She didn't realize that she was jumping up and down on the couch with excitement, but her Uncle John took it in and smiled at her.

"Amy, can I ask a favor of you?"

"Of course, Uncle John, what is it?"

"Please call me John. Uncle makes me feel… older than I am. I know it's foolish of me, but…" he paused for effect.

"John it is. Now may I ask where and when I get to meet Mona? Do you know what movies she's been in? Is she making one in the city now?" 

"Whoa there, one at a time, please." He said laughing. "Tonight around eight, my place," he murmured, as he scribbled his address on a pad and tore off the page, handing it to her. "Now I'm going to ask you to stay at my place until we can find you a decent place of your own."

"Oh, Uncle… I'm sorry… John, that won't be necessary."

"I'm afraid I must insist. I promised your father. You don't want me breaking promises do you?"

"No." she said timidly. "I guess not."

"Good, then that's settled. Here's a twenty, get a cab and take it to my place. I'll call ahead and tell the doorman to let you in. I'll try to leave early, but feel free to explore the place. Oh, the maid's name is Eve. She's from Peru, and a wonderfully warm person. I'm lucky to have her. I'm sure she'll be good company for you until I get home."

"Thank you, I can't believe this is happening to me. Might I use your phone to call home? I'll pay for the call."

"Yes you can, and no, you can't," he said laughing softly. "Give me a hug and get out of here."

As they hugged, Amy definitely felt his hardness against her thigh. He's a man, she thought, for it wasn't the first time she'd felt a man's erection. Perhaps a very horny man, but he's my uncle, she reasoned, and I am a good-looking woman, if I must say so myself. And he's so handsome too, she told herself. And perhaps Amy pressed her breasts against him a little longer than was necessary. Let him think about me for a while and not Janice, she thought, smugly.





Amy Ch. 04



Somewhere in the night she was awakened by her father's scream. He'd apparently gotten up and made his way to his own bed and now was having a violent nightmare. Amy jumped out of bed, threw on her robe and raced to his bedroom. Throwing open the door she saw him, his naked body bathed in sweat, the sheet on the floor. He was screaming, "No! No! Angela, get down! Stop! STOP!"

She ran to his side and shook him.

"Daddy, wake up. It's a dream, daddy, it's just a dream." She had to shake him several times before he woke. Seeing his wild eyed expression, it was clear that he was not yet completely free of the terror.

"It was just a dream, Daddy." she said soothingly holding his face in her hands. "Just a dream." 

"Oh God, Amy. It was so real. So real. Just like that day."

She lay down and put her arm around him.

"I was driving to work. Your mother was with me because she needed the car and the Toyota was in the shop. It was a perfect Spring day. One of those 'Chamber of Commerce' days; not a cloud in the sky, no smog, you could see for miles. And we've got the top down in the Mustang and she was just so happy then. She's singing some little tune that I couldn't make out and we were just like glad to be drawing breath, you know, happy to be alive. Just the way it was.

"And we're going down 25th and coming up to Madison and I know. Suddenly I know exactly what's going to happen. So I let off of the gas but the car won't slow down. I hit the brakes but the pedal goes to the floor. I try to turn but the steering wheel won't move. And I'm yelling at her to get down, get down but...she just looks at me and smiles that sweet smile that always melted my heart and over her shoulder I can see that big ugly blue pickup and the drunk driving it is looking down like he's fooling with the radio or something and I'm trying to yell at him to stop but he can't hear me and he runs the light and I hear the crunch of the metal and see the glass flying everywhere...It was so real, Amy it was so real."

Amy holds her father tight and they both cry. Eventually she hears his steady deep breathing and he turns away from her onto his side. 

She gets up to go to her own room but she doesn't want to sleep alone tonight and she doesn't want him to either. She drops the robe to the floor and slips naked between the sheets to press her self against his back and soon they're both asleep.

He's forgotten to pull the shade and the sun coming up, shining in the window wakes her. She glances at the clock; 5:58 AM. Somewhere during the night they've switched positions and he's pressed against her back, his semi-erect penis nestled in the cleft between her bottom cheeks, his arm thrown over hers. She takes his hand and turning it, kisses the rough calloused palm before placing it over her breast. Her nipple responds instantly. His cock hardens and he squeezes the firm flesh, massaging it. He rocks his hips, gently sliding his cock up and down the narrow trough. She clenches her bottom trying to squeeze him.

His face is buried in her hair and he inhales deeply. She smells just like her mother. 

"Angela," he says sleepily.

She turns over and takes his face in her hands.

"Daddy, it's me, Amy." she says.

He mumbles something and looks at her his eyes not yet focusing.

"Oh, God. Amy, I'm so sorry." he says coming fully awake. He pulls away from her.

"Daddy. It's OK. I know I can't take Mom's place. No one can. I know that. But you shouldn't be alone. A man needs a woman. You need a woman. And even if I can't take her place, there are things I could do for you. Things I'd like to do for you."

Suddenly shy, fearing rejection, she lowers her eyes.

"If you'll let me." she says quietly.

He doesn't say anything for a long time and Amy fears she's made a huge mistake. 'Will he hate me now?' Does he think his little girl has gone back to being a slut, wanting to fuck her own father?' 'Oh, god, please say something.'

After too many minutes during which Amy's life seems to flash in front of her, he lifts her chin and plants the tenderest kiss on her mouth. 

"You look so much like your mother, sweetheart." he says breaking their kiss. "Just as beautiful. And I want you just as I wanted her." 

He kisses her again as he strokes her hair and his lips part and she feels his tongue tentatively search out her own. She responds and their tongues dance as they pull each other closer, pressing the full length of their naked bodies against each other. His hands slide down her back to cup her bottom and pull her hips tight against him, his cock presses against her belly. They kiss and stroke each other lazily, slowly building their passion. His hand comes to her breast and lightly strokes the nipple. Familiar wave of electricity crackle down to her pussy and it clenches. 

He rolls her onto her back and bends down to cup her breast and lick the nipple, stroking across the tip and then swirling his tongue around it, he bathes it and her areola before firmly flicking it several times. Using suction he gently pulls it between his lips and lets it slip out again. 

Amy sighs as her nipple is suctioned into his mouth and his tongue scrubs it. His hand slides down between her legs and strokes the outer lips of her pussy, teasing her and she wiggles in a vain attempt to capture his maddening fingers and make them do her will.

He slides down to the edge of the bed and positions himself between her legs and placing his hands beneath her bottom lifts her hips, bring her hungry cunt to his mouth. His tongue continues to mimic the teasing dance of his fingers and she grabs his head, tangling her fingers in his hair. He runs his tongue up the slit and tastes the milk she's secreting.

"Spread your legs wide for me, sweetheart." 

She reaches down and takes hold of her thighs, pulling them apart, opening herself completely. He places his hands on either side of her swollen lips and pulls them wide exposing the pink flesh within. He pushes his tongue into the opening as far as he can and swirls it, releasing more of her lubrication which is pooling on the sheet below her puckered anus. He presses on her pubic bone with his fingers, pushing her clit out from beneath its hood and lets his tongue tickle the sensitive little nub. It sends shivers through her body.

"Oh, God, that feels so gooood." she gasps.

He places his mouth over her clit and applies a gentle suction, pulling it out from its hiding place and scrubbing it with his tongue. As he slips two fingers inside her, Amy's legs start to vibrate. Sliding them in and out of her he taps the hard little spot just inside her pussy. Her moans have increased in frequency and volume and are now one long exclamation of pleasure. 

"Ooooooooooooooh Goooooooooooodeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" 

He feels her cunt begin to clench in spasm and he works his fingers vigorously as she rides her orgasm like a wave until it has spent itself, only to be picked up by a second and a third. She finally has to push him away as the feelings becomes too intense.

He gives her several minutes to calm down as he holds her and strokes her hair. He kisses her forehead. Her whole body seems to be humming. His cock, starved for attention, has been leaking pre-cum like a faucet and both their bellies are slick with the clear viscous fluid. He wants her to savor the sweet afterglow of their lovemaking but he can wait no longer. He lifts himself up. She's so beautiful it hurts to look at her. 

Her cunt has opened like a flower, the outer lips pink and swollen, the the darker inner lips open wide. His cock jerks upward. A wet spot on the sheet is spreading. Placing his knees between her legs and taking his cock in hand he brings it to her waiting pussy.

"Daddy, wait." she says and lifts up. She kisses him, her tongue finding his. Then she turns away from him and kneeling on the bed, lowers her face to the pillow, presenting herself for him, her ass raised up, the swollen pink vulva an invitation.

"Please?" She begs.

He drinks in the sight, from the toes and soles of her tender bare feet up the shapely legs to their apex where her enflamed pussy waits for him. The dark pink bud of her asshole. It's enough to stop your heart he thinks to himself and lets out a slight gasp. Amy smiles to herself.

He kneels behind her and takes her hips in his hands. With his thumbs he spreads the dark lips of her pussy until the pink glistening inner flesh is revealed. A small drop of her lubricating juices trickle out. He positions the head of his swollen cock at the opening and pausing only a moment to increase her anticipation, plunges deeply into her in one smooth motion.

It's Amy's turn to gasp as the thick meat of her father's cock stretches her pussy wide and fills her, pushing against her cervix.

"Oh fuck!" She says.

"Oh God! He says. The sacred and the profane.

His hands around her waist, he pulls her in tight, feeling her ass pressed against his belly and his balls tickled by her pubic hair. He holds her like this for a long time admiring the slender waist as it flares to full hips, the cleft of her bottom and the sacral dimples on her lower back (he's gratified that she plans to have the hated tramp stamp removed). 

She can feel his pulse in the throbbing of his cock inside her as he holds her perfectly still, relishing the feeling of her cunt as it encloses him, embracing him. She's tries clenching her pussy to massage him. This massive cock which no longer feels like an intruder, suddenly feels as if it belongs right where it is, buried deep within her filling a hollow place and satisfying a need in her beyond sex.

He pulls almost completely out of her until he can see the slick head of his penis being kissed by the lips of her pussy. She's nearly overwhelmed by a sense of loss, dispelled when he plunges all the way back in. Again he withdraws only to return more forcefully. He continues this maddeningly slow dance of retreat and return pushing harder and deeper each time and driving her closer to the edge.

Gradually he picks up the pace, fucking her more vigorously and sliding the full length of his cock in and out of her, listening the the wet slurping sounds her pussy is making as he pumps it. He slides his hand up her back and grabs a handful of her hair pulling her head back 

Amy's pushing back to meet each thrust angling her hips to receive him in her most sensitive places, her nipples grazing the sheet as he pounds into her, rocking her forward before pulling her back. His balls are tapping against her clit and her bottom cheeks make slapping sounds against his belly. She's gripping the sheet with her teeth as well as her tightly clenched fingers, holding on for dear life as her tension builds. Electrical currents are running up and down her body and her legs begin to tremble. She's unable to control the moans that seem to come from deep within her and she's near the edge, the landscape of the universe laid out before her, she has only to leap off and fly.

He holds her hips as he pounds into her faster and faster, a need as old as time and as universal as life itself driving him, the primal copulating rhythm taking over his mind as well as his body and demanding release. He has no control. His entire universe is focused down to only their two bodies. His ears are ringing and his legs are vibrating. Like a spring being wound tighter and tighter he's being pushed higher and higher, every nerve ending screaming for attention, every muscle taught, anticipating. And when he's sure he can stand it no longer, when he's afraid his very heart might burst, he feels her pussy grip him tight, telling him now, now, NOW!

His own scream joins hers as the explosion tears through him shooting his cum deep into her again and again. With each thrust he pumps more of his semen into the farthest reaches of her cunt, filling her. Her body convulses uncontrollably and she cries with the pleasure of it as the spasms of his climax mingle with her own. 

when her cunt has milked every drop from deep within him, and his balls feel drained, when her pussy has finally gone slack and released some of the juices they've produced and when they feel they can no longer remain upright, they both tumble over onto the bed, his penis still inside her. 

"I love you, Daddy."

"I love you too, baby girl."



Amy Ch. 05



I awakened the morning after to the sound of Amy in the shower. I rolled over, naked in bed, and remembered last night – creeping into Amy's room and jerking off into her mouth as she slept. At first I thought it was too good to be true – that it must be a dream – but then it hit me that it had all happened. I moaned, still unable to believe what I had gotten away with. I smiled contentedly and rolled over onto my side, facing away from my door, and started to fall back to sleep.

I was re-awakened a few moments later by weight shifting on my bed. I could smell Amy's usual perfume, and I knew she was climbing onto my bed and lying down behind me. Suddenly I felt her naked body pressed up against my back under the covers – her tits pressed flat against me – and my breath caught. My cock sprang to attention, and my body tensed. I relaxed after a moment when she wrapped her arms around me from behind and started caressing my chest with her fingertips.

"Morning, sweetie," she said.

"Morning," I replied, enjoying the situation, and trying to be nonchalant about it.

"Guess what we're doing today."

"What's that?" I asked.

"We're going to go camping tonight at the hot springs outside town. We can stay most of the afternoon tomorrow too, and come back Sunday evening, just in time to get back to school Monday."

"Well, I'd better get packing then," I said.

"Don't worry," she said, "You won't need many clothes. I know I won't be wearing much – it's the hot springs after all." She giggled and I felt her get up and out of my bed. I turned to watch her walk out of my room, and admired her perfect heart-shaped ass swaying as she walked away.

I urgently got up and started packing the essentials, not bothering with many clothes as per Amy's instructions. I managed to get everything I'd need into my backpack within fifteen minutes. I threw that and my sleeping bag into the hallway, and then put on a pair of boxers, shorts, a tank top and some hiking boots.

I walked across the hall to check on Amy's progress, and found her packing her own bag, still naked. I admired every curve of her body shamelessly as she moved around the room, bending over here and there to expose her perfect ass and pussy to me. Her tits wobbled flawlessly as she moved around. She looked up and smiled at me as if nothing was happening. I noticed that there wasn't just a slim collection of clothes in her bag – there were none at all. I smiled at this, but said nothing.

When she was done packing, she went to her dresser and picked out her clothes. She took out a red v-string thong and slipped it on sexily, arching her back and bending her legs as she pulled the string up into her crack. She looked over her shoulder and winked at me as she did this. Next she put on a pair of short kaki shorts which literally didn't cover her entire ass. I could see the bottoms of her ass cheeks peeking out beneath the hemline of her shorts. Finally she put on a thin white tank top which barely covered her nipples and was transparent enough that I could see them anyway.

"Okay, ready to go," she said, and picked up her stuff, heading for the door.

We drove for about three hours towards the hot springs, a place where we'd been before with other friends in a group, but never the two of us alone. We got some food on the way there, and talked a lot about inconsequential things. I was constantly looking to my right to admire her tits as she sat in the passenger seat, gazing dreamily out the window.

When we arrived, we grabbed our things and started hiking immediately to find a camp site. We walked along a secluded narrow trail and never saw another soul the entire way. I was liking this better and better. We found a secluded spot behind some trees and near one of the springs we liked in particular. We laid out our things and gathered some wood for a fire that we could burn later after dark. After this was done, we ate a couple sandwiches that we had brought along, lounging around on top of our sleeping bags, talking and laughing. Always my eyes were on her body when she laughed, admiring her tits as they jiggled, nearly popping out of her tank top every time.

After a while, she announced that she was going to hit the spring, and asked if I wanted to come along. "Yeah!" I said. "Wouldn't miss it for the world."

We started walking towards the hot spring we liked, not far from out camp. I walked deliberately behind her so that I could admire the bottom of her ass, which peeked out seductively from beneath her shorts. When we arrived at the hot spring, which looked very inviting as steam rose from its surface, I suddenly realized that neither of us had any bathing suits to change into.

Amy didn't seem too bothered by this. She simply unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts and slipped them off down her perfectly smooth and long legs, stepping out of them gracefully and kicking them aside. Next she removed her top, letting her tits bounce as it pulled free. She left her thong on as she waded into the water and backstroked across the shallow water to rest against the other side. "Come on in," she said casually, as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening.

I took off my shirt hesitantly at first, and then became more comfortable as my horniness overrode my feelings. Next I removed my shorts and – with a what-the-hell-I-might-as-well kind of shrug – slid my boxers off to reveal my raging hard on to her. She smiled and said, "Wow, big boy! Come on in and have a seat next to me!" She giggled in that way that made me melt and I did exactly as I was told.

I waded into the water and sat down against the edge of the pool right next to her. I put an arm around her shoulders and pulled her to me. She put and arm around my waist, letting it rest on my opposite thigh, dangerously close to my swelling, aching cock. She rested her head on my shoulder and sighed, "This is just perfect. Thanks for coming out here with me, sweetie."

"No problem, Amy. I wouldn't miss a chance to spend time with my favorite girl," I replied.

"Awwww," she said. "Come give me a big hug," she said, grinning. "You're such a wonderful friend." She suddenly turned to face me, climbing into my lap. My cock nestled between her legs, flat against the sheer material of her thong. I could feel the heat of her pussy. Her tits pressed firmly against my chest as she wrapped her arms around me and rested her head on my shoulder. She sighed like a contended cat, and she could no doubt feel my throbbing erection against her pussy.

She pretended not to notice and simply lay there in my lap, silent and peaceful. Several times over the next couple hours as we cuddled almost totally naked in the hot spring, I could've sworn she'd fallen asleep. My erection never flagged.

Eventually, she stirred a little and whispered in my ear, "I think it's my bed time. Carry me back?"

"Sure, sweetie. Just keep your arms around my neck."

She did as I said, and I stood up, letting the warm water cascade over her nearly totally naked body. I looked down over her shoulder, admiring her perfect ass glistening wet in the early evening moonlight. I placed my hands on the back of her thighs to hold her up while I carried her, leaving her clothes behind. She hadn't asked for them, and I secretly thrilled at the prospect of putting some distance between her and any clothing.

As I walked, I slowly let my hands slide further up her legs towards her ass, waiting to see if she'd notice or complain. She never did, and eventually my hands slid over the perfect globes of her ass and stopped there, clutching her body tightly to me as I carried her. Her soft, perfectly shaped slippery wet ass felt heavenly in my hands, and my erection swelled even more against her silky smooth stomach.

When I got back to our camp, I laid her down gently on top of her sleeping bag, figuring she was capable of getting ready for bed herself. But she didn't want to – she wanted to continue teasing me until my head exploded.

She lay on top of her sleeping bag for a moment while I built the fire up. She said, "Nathan?"

"Yeah?"

She finally asked, "My panties are all wet and I'm really cold. Will you take them off for me?"

I hungrily obliged her, trying to act casual. I hooked my fingers under the strings of her thong and pulled them down over her waist, admiring her perfectly heart-shaped and soft ass as I did. She lifted her hips slightly to help me as I slid them down and off her legs. After this, she slowly opened her sleeping bag and slipped inside. I admired brief glimpses of her pussy and tits as she bent her limbs to fit inside, but then she pulled the covers up tight around her neck, shivering slightly.

I finished building up the fire and then crawled into my own sleeping bag – naked as well. I tried sleeping for a while, but realized it was impossible with her next to me, naked in her sleeping bag. The thoughts of fucking ever orifice of her body and spraying my cum all over her would never go away, and I would never be able to sleep. I simply closed my eyes tightly and tried to will myself to sleep.

Then my thoughts were interrupted my Amy's voice: "Nathan?" she asked.

"Yeah, sweetie?"

"I'm still too cold. Will you come and share my sleeping bag to keep me warm?"

My cock – which had briefly began to decrease in stature as I relaxed for the evening, sprang once again to attention. Eagerly, I crawled from my own sleeping bag towards hers. She held her bag open as she faced away from me, giving me a full view of her perfect back and ass, naked and beautifully pale in the moonlight. I slid in behind her and zipped the sleeping bag up behind me.

My cock – harder than it had ever been before – nestled perfectly between her ass cheeks. She wriggled her ass slightly as she snuggled up against me, probably deliberately trying to torture me. Suddenly, I couldn't take the temptation anymore and my hands – which at first had come to rest on her stomach – began to grope and squeeze her tits greedily. I started to slide my cock back and forth within the crack of her ass, dry humping a girl for the first time in years. All the while, I was desperately and passionately kissing her neck and shoulders from behind.

She reacted to this by moaning gently and grinding her ass hard against me as my cock rubbed against it. She reached back and above her head, running her fingers through my hair and giving me better access to her tits, which I squeezed firmly, pinching and rubbing her nipples between my fingers. "That feels so good," she moaned between soft breaths.

I couldn't take it anymore. I had to fuck her. Roughly, I spread her legs apart by urging them so with my knee. I reached down and began to guide my cock between her legs from behind. The head rubbed against the lips of her soaking wet pussy and began to part them when Amy said firmly, "Wait! Stop!"

Although my balls threatened to burst with tension, I obeyed, groaning. She said, rolling over to face me with her tits pressed against my chest and my cock rubbing against her perfect little tummy, "I'm sorry, sweetie. I just don't know if I want to go that far with you. I like flirting and messing around, but I don't want to ruin our friendship by going too far too fast."

I groaned, visibly in pain, desperately needing release. She grimaced, clearly feeling bad for leading me on. She said, "I'm so sorry, sweetie. Maybe we can fuck sometime soon; I just want to think about it a little more first. Is that okay?"

I wanted to scream, "No!" but I didn't. I simply nodded, my brow creased by visible discomfort and pain.

After a moment of palpable silence, she said, "Well... I guess I'd be cold to give you nothing after all that... I tell you what, sweetie. Since you're such a wonderful guy and you deserve a little fun, I'll let you fuck my tits if you want." She tried to smile sweetly at me and ran her fingers through my hair.

I grinned, kissed her briefly on the lips and said, "Thank you."

She grinned back, said, "You're welcome," and then rolled onto her back. "Now stop fooling around and fuck my tits, you dirty little boy," she said, grinning wickedly.

I wasted no time in straddling her chest and placing my cock between her perfectly flawless, soft D-cup tits. She pressed them together around my cock and I started to thrust back and forth between them, fucking her tits as hard and fast as I could. I didn't even care about pacing myself. I was in desperate need of release. It wasn't even desire that was propelling me – it was animalistic lust.

I placed my hands over hers on her tits and started to squeeze them gently. She removed her hands so they she could caress my legs gently with her fingertips, increasing my arousal tenfold by that very small gesture. I pressed her tits together even more tightly and started thrusting faster as she talked dirty to me. "Yeah, baby," she said, "Fuck my tits! I want you to come all over my face. I want to watch it all shoot out onto my face and I want to wrap my fingers around your cock and feel it spasm while you come. That's it, baby. Fuck my tits!"

I couldn't take much more, and I didn't. After only a couple minutes of this, I let go of her tits and thrust my hips forward as far towards her face as I could. She stopped caressing my legs and started to jerk me off rapidly with one hand while she caressed my balls gently with the fingertips of her other hand. My cock jerked, spasmed, and I started coming all over Amy's face. The load was enormous – I'd never come that much before in my life. She kept jerking it until I'd finished spraying my come all over her and then took it into her mouth, sucking the head gently while it was still incredibly sensitive. This made me shiver violently until I couldn't take the intensity of the sensation anymore, and I pulled away.

I looked down at her smiling, and admired the sight before me. She smiled back as my eyes danced over her tits and face, which were both covered in my come. It glistened in the glow of the campfire, and I had never seen anything as beautiful and arousing as this before. As I watched for two full minutes, she wiped up every drop of come with her fingers and sucked it greedily from them. She swallowed every bit of come that I had sprayed all over her.

I collapsed next to her in exhaustion and wrapped my arms around her from behind, pulling the covers up to our chins to keep warm. My cock nestled into the crack of her ass as it was already beginning to harden again. "Thank you," I whispered into her ear as I gently caress and squeezed her tits from behind.

"You're welcome, sweetie. You deserved it after the way I've been teasing you lately."

I smiled quietly, and whispered, "I love you, Amy."

"I love you too," she said.

We drifted off to sleep like that, and I had never in my life slept so well.



Amy Ch. 05



The time flew by as Uncle John and Amy discussed her real father from their respective viewpoints. Amy sat spellbound, as John painted a picture of a man she'd never known. He had been athletic, very knowledgeable, and one of the most sought after men in town by the ladies. He'd married her mother when he was twenty-one, six months after graduating from Syracuse. Her mother had been eighteen. He died two weeks after Amy was born.

Her step-father had settled into the role of husband and father two years later, and became a successful small town businessman. Uncle John, on the other hand, had headed for New York City after graduating college and returned only once, when Amy was about eight.

"This city has been very kind to me," he said somberly, looking at her and then refilling her wineglass.

"Oh, I hope it will be good to me too," Amy said wistfully, running her hand through her hair.

"I'm sure it will. You're beautiful, young and talented." He smiled, "The Big Apple lays at your feet awaiting your command."

Amy began giggling and couldn't stop. John saw she was getting tipsy and took her wineglass to the bar, and emptied it. Eve stuck her head through the doorway to announce that dinner was almost ready, and that she could hold off serving for another twenty minutes if necessary. 

John thanked her and turned back to Amy, who was still giggling. Behind him he heard Eve start to giggle as well. Women, he thought to himself as the doorbell rang.

"That must be Mona. I'll get it Eve." 

John glanced over at Amy who was struggling to compose herself just before opening the door. "You two get control of yourselves," he said, and laughed aloud as he reached the door.

"Johnny!" A petite blonde screamed as he opened the door and hurled herself into his arms. Before John could react further, her legs were wrapped around his thighs revealing the tops of her stockings and her garter belt straps. 

"What the..." he began, but was muffled by the blonde who was raining kisses on his face.

"Mona! Damn it! Cut it out!" he said, recovering his composure. 

Amy noted there was no trace of anger in his voice. "We have company this evening. My niece..."

"Whew Johnny," she cooed, unwinding her body from his. "You are one hot stud muffin!" 

Mona rolled her eyes, and for the first time took Amy in. Amy was positive Mona had groped her uncle's groin, but couldn't bring herself to believe it. Mona glanced around the room and smiled, as Amy rose from her chair to greet her. 

"Hello! You must be the wonderful visitor Johnny's been bragging about." 

She tugged her tight dress downward, and made directly for Amy. She hugged her tightly to her generous bosom and as they separated, Amy noted the heavy makeup covering her face, and the dramatic cleavage revealed for all to see.

"Amy," John began, "this is Mona Lott. She lives in the building."

"Just two floors down honey, I'm there for you if ya need me. Well, most of the time any ways."

Amy had been startled by the woman's entrance and said, "That was a wonderful entrance Miss Lott... very impressive."

"Impressive? Naw..." she paused and smiled winningly at everyone. "Now these are impressive," she bellowed, hefting her Dolly Partonesque breasts up, and giving them a squeeze."

"Mona..." John started to say, but Mona roared on. "These tits are real. No silicone here, baby. Feel 'em for yourself.

"Mona!" John yelled, trying to restore a semblance of decorum for his niece.

Eve chose that moment to peek out from the kitchen to see what was going on, and was impressed by the movie star clasping her breasts.

Awed, but not frightened, Amy backed away as she studied Mona. Her blonde hair was worn in a carefully crafted style, small ringlets that framed a pretty face. She was within a few pounds of her ideal weight and had a figure that Amy knew would cause men to stop in their tracks, and would bring out the greenest of envy in women. Mona's abundant breasts dominated her figure, but when one got past them - granted it would take a while - one discovered a pair of long, smooth, tan hued legs that stretched out from beneath that skin-tight sheath loosely called a dress. 

Mona was an actress - of sorts. She had two legitimate screen credits on her resume, but the twenty-three X-rated films that had followed them was where she had garnered her so-called fame. 

Amy had no idea of this, but just the fact that she was in the room with a movie star put her in awe. She took a second reading of Miss Lott, and was surprised to find that in the faint light of the setting sun she was able to make out the silver dollar sized areola around Mona's nipples. Amy couldn't help but compare them to the smallness of her own.

Mona approached Amy again, "C'mere kiddo," she said, and leaned forward to kiss her. The kiss planted on Amy's soft lips was like that one would give a sister; a light peck denoting tenderness and affection. But then Mona hugged her tightly and Amy felt those gigantic breasts mashing into her own, and almost panicked. Only her skill as an aspiring actress helped her from creating what she fleetingly thought would have been a "scene." 

And so it was that Mona was able to kiss her again. Catching Amy off guard, this time there was an added passion, and when Amy felt the press of Mona's tongue against her lips she unconsciously opened her mouth to receive it. Instantly regretting her mistake, Amy pulled away, but a jolt of pleasurable electricity surged through her system confusing the young girl. Adding to the confusion was the fact that Mona's hand had brushed against Amy's breast through the thin material of her blouse and sent another rush of emotion through the girl. 

Amy felt herself beginning to blush with embarrassment. Or was it embarrassment, she wondered.

Trying to contain the dynamic Miss Lott, John quickly offered her a drink.

"Great, vodka and tonic, please," she said, and flounced upon the couch. Amy caught a quick view of her crotch, and flushed.

John prepared the drink and a period of normalcy followed. Amy, partly recovered, asked Mona about her career, being careful not to ask about any particular film, since she had no idea what Mona had appeared in.

"Did you find it difficult getting started in film roles, Miss Lott?" Amy asked.

"No," Mona replied and then frowned. A moment later, a smile lit up her face, and she followed up with, "At least not after I brought new life to Sy Rothstein's limp dick."

"Mona!" John roared, as his hand involuntarily slapped his thigh in exasperation.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she said, waving her hand at John. Then, turning to address Amy, she said, "But surely you've heard of the casting couch?" 

"Err, yes, I have," Amy said with a small frown. "But does everyone have to do that to get a part?"

"Does a bear shit in the woods?" Mona replied, ignoring Uncle John's frantic signals.

John interrupted before Mona could continue. "Eve? I think we're ready. Can you serve us now?"

"Si, Mr. Prentice. Please be seated in the dining room. I will refresh your drinks and serve the food."

"Thank you Eve," he said with even more than the usual gratitude as he guided Mona and Amy to the dining room, and held their seats out for them. 

The meal consisted of Veal Marsala, with a side dish of pasta, and of course more wine for Amy and John, and two more vodka tonics for Mona. Amy was slightly bombed, not having had the benefit of partying as some of her classmates had done, and managed to understand only half of what was said as the meal progressed. 

John was already kicking himself for inviting the crass actress to dinner on Amy's first night, but had wanted to impress Amy with a real, live actress.

Eve fluttered all around them, serving and removing dishes, replenishing drinks, as delighted as Amy to be in the presence of a genuine movie star.

As desert was being served, Amy asked the question that John had hoped she wouldn't, but knew she would. "So, Mona..." she began, speaking slowly because everything around her was hazy. "Exactly what movies have you made?"

"Glad ya asked," Mona said, her voice a little slurred after several Vodka tonics. "I finished Big Dick Harding last week."

"Oh," Amy replied, puzzled by the strange title. The wine working to keep her mind slightly muddled. "And when will it open?"

"It opens tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" Amy said, incredulously.

Eve stood close by, entranced by this fabulous star. John remained silent, waiting for the inevitable.

"Sure. It's a video. They're all videos these days. Film takes time. Got to edit, got to have one take after another. But with video, the director can view a scene immediately. Shoot two or three versions of a scene, then splice enough together for a finished product in hours."

"Oh," Amy said, speaking slowly for fear her words were beginning to slur. "Television movies, right?"

"Only on pay-per-view, baby," and Mona rested her hand on Amy's thigh. "X-rated shit is what I make."

Amy's jaw fell open.

John put his hands over his eyes.

Eve squeezed her sharply conical breasts just as Mona looked directly at her and smiled. 

"X-rated?" Amy gasped, squirming away from the suddenly extremely hot hand.

"Yeah," Mona said, arching her eyebrows, "not that T and A stuff. No, no, no." Mona dabbed at her mouth with her napkin. "The old in and out, with close ups galore." 

She opened her purse and withdrew a small mirror, turned it toward her, and touching a wandering ringlet said, "I'm known throughout the industry as the best there is at giving head, and that's a fact Jack." 

Amy knew she was gawking at the actress, but couldn't do anything about it. She was stunned by this revelation.

Barely smiling, Mona took out a tube of lipstick and carefully painted her mouth. Pleased with the result, she dropped the lipstick back in her purse and as if it were the most normal thing in the world, said, "Eve?" 

"Yes, madam?" Eve who was standing several feet away, preparing to serve coffee halted as she responded.

"Do you go to the movies often?" 

Amy had managed to recover her wits, and was about jump in and join the conversation, but John's hand lightly touched her arm signaling her not to say anything.

"Sure I do," Eve said without hesitating.

"Do you like Hector Martinez?"

A very animated Eve responded, "My God yes!" Hurriedly she placed the tray down and covered her breasts with her hands.

Amy was puzzled, never having heard of Hector Martinez, but a quick glance at her Uncle's face, told her to remain out of the conversation. 

"Have you seen him in "Man or Bull?"

"That is..." Eve faltered. 

"His most recent work," Mona interrupted, then speaking slowly she finished the sentence. "It's considered to be an X-rated film because he... well, Eve... Hector exposes himself in it and... he's very well endowed. Do you understand what I mean?"

A confused Eve replied weakly, "Si," 

Amy had turned pale. 'Where was this going,' she wondered, and glanced at her Uncle for reassurance. John shrugged as if to say, "I didn't know any of this before now." But a second later he had a bemused smile on his face as he made up his mind to go with the flow having concluded that it was too late to stop Mona now. 

Being a careful man, he took turns watching Eve's reaction, and then Amy's. He knew what Mona was up to.

Mona continued talking. 

"I know, I know. For years Hector was a star in Mexican romantic films. But he never made any real money. Then Hovis Singer, the infamous porno producer, offered him a sum he couldn't refuse. The catch was Hector had to wave his schlong around and then stick it in every bitch in the film, including yours truly."

Simultaneously, Amy and Eve blurted, "Oh, my God!" 

Amy's mind was picturing a huge organ waving wildly out of control. While Eve was imagining Hector carrying her into a palatial bedroom.

"I have a copy here in my purse. Would you girls like to see it?"

"Yes!" Eve shouted.

"No!" Amy gasped.

"John," Mona smiled, "how do you vote?"

"I abstain," he said, and for the first time that evening he looked somewhat nervous.

"Well I brought the damn thing so I vote for showing it. That's two to one." She said, reaching into her purse and extracting a tape she handed to Eve.

"Can you work the VCR?"

"Oh, Si," Eve said, and looked to John for guidance and permission. John waved his hands in surrender and Eve promptly turned the giant screen television on and inserted the tape. 

In order to intervene, or moderate anything, or anyone out of control, John made sure he sat next to Amy.

Mona made sure she sat very close to Eve.

"This is a very good film, by the way," Mona said to John as she kicked off her shoes. She leaned closer to Eve and said, "It's very romantic too, you'll see. And that Hector... Oh, my God, that Hector!"

Eve shuddered against her. "Oh yes... Hector!"

They sat side by side for a few minutes until Mona made her first appearance in the movie. 

"That's you!" Eve yelled, pointing at the TV, as Mona walked into another woman's dressing room and kissed her. 

"Doesn't that look nice?'' asked Mona, leaning close to Eve, "The woman looks like she's really enjoying it. Wouldn't you like someone to kiss you like that?" 

"Miss Mona, you mean you want to kiss me like that?" Eve asked. Her nervousness was evident to John and Amy.

"Mona," John began.

Mona laughed, interrupting him. "Yes, just like that, kind of acting along with the movie. Would you like me to kiss you?" 

John decided to remain quite and glanced sheepishly at Amy, who was getting a post-graduate course in the world of show business whether she wanted one or not.

"I..." was as far as Eve got before Mona reached out, tipped Eve's head up, and covered her mouth with hers.

Amy clutched John's knee. She'd heard, but had never seen anything like this before. John's hand covered hers, telling her he would protect her from what was to follow.

Eve closed her eyes, and moved into Mona's arms; compressing her breasts against Mona's and slowly returning the kiss. 

Mona kissed her way down Eve's neck, running her tongue across the recesses of her throat to the soft flesh of her collarbone. Amy watched as they kissed, saw how their mouths opened and their tongues swirled together. Listened to the soft sucking sounds they made as they explored one other's mouth. 

Then Mona ended the kiss, holding her tongue out, and Amy felt herself grow wet watching Eve's tongue blindly searching the air before making contact with Mona's again. The two women stroked tongue tip to tongue tip and when they finally parted, a thin string of saliva stretched out forming a delicate bridge between them before breaking apart.

Everyone in the room was now turned on. 

Amy glanced down and saw the bulge in her Uncle's pants. She noted with some surprise that his hand was high on her thigh. Amy hadn't felt a thing, being so deeply engrossed in watching the two women, but said nothing. In fact, she realized somewhat belatedly that she welcomed his touch, and wondered where this was all headed. 

Mona became bolder, "Let me help you undress," she said softly to the Hispanic beauty, telling Amy all she needed to know about the direction the evening was taking.

Eve, surprised to find herself so aroused, grew a little adventurous too. A quick glance at John, who nodded, convinced her that he wanted her to continue. She stood up and turned, presenting her back to Mona. 

John stood too, and moving to the TV, shut the porno off.

"One show at a time," he said to Amy, giving her a wane smile as he rejoined her, placing his hand even higher on her thigh. Amy trembled when he gave it a slight squeeze, but responded in kind, moving her hand along his leg, but stopped short of touching his bulging erection.

Wow, Amy thought, what with last night and tonight my life has taken a huge turn. All that time I spent avoiding sexual contact and now I'm surrounded by it. If things get much hotter I'll be squeezing Uncle John's thingy, and wouldn't that create a wild scene?

Meanwhile, Mona continued her in house seduction, unzipping the young maid's uniform and easing it down her back. Both Eve's smooth, dusky skin and the thin bra strap that stretched across her back were revealed. 

Amy took a deep breath as Mona leaned forward and kissed the black fabric of the bra, then placed kisses above it as far as she could reach. 

Eve moaned as she felt Mona's lips on her back, and Mona, reading the pleasure in her voice, slid her hands down Eve's body, drawing her hands together to caress Eve's buttocks through her uniform. Again Eve moaned at her touch, uttering soft wanton phrases in her native tongue. 

Mona bent, and grasped the hem of Eve's uniform, lifting it, and then rolling it in her hands as she moved it up Eve's body, revealing her black pantyhose and the black satin panties under them. Then, still holding the rumpled material in her hands, Mona pulled it up and over Eve's head, and casually tossed it aside. 

Even with her dark complexion, Amy could see the flush of embarrassment on Eve's face as her body was revealed to everyone. Now she knelt on the sofa clad only in her black bra and panties. Yet Amy knew that the young Guatemalan wanted this to happen. Had she thought otherwise she would have intervened and probably brought the evening to an end. Instead, she chose to be the voyeur, and merely gasped with excitement when Mona ran her tongue up Eve's back, imagining it was her being seduced, rather than Eve. 

Uncle John must have read Amy's mind, for his hand dropped into her lap and covered her mons; pressing his palm firmly against it. Amy shuddered at the thrill of it all. 

Amy knew full well where her uncle's hand was, but reasoned she had clothing between her pussy and his hand. Besides, she was captivated in watching the two women on the sofa; specifically, the sheen of saliva Mona left as the actress licked her way up Eve's back.

That's so hot, she thought, and shuddered involuntarily as Uncle John's middle finger idly traced the fissure between her cunt. I can't believe this is happening, she thought. Am I willing to sacrifice my virginity my first night in New York?

She was stunned by the answer. She wanted him to finger her – right there in front of the others. She wanted him to mount her and fuck her. She wanted desperately to show Mona that she could seduce a man as well as Mona was seducing Eve. 

But she remained still, for wanting was one thing, acting upon one's feelings was another, and truth be told, Amy was more entranced by Mona's seduction of Eve than her uncle's attempt to seduce her.

Eve's body was now trembling under the delicate touches of Mona's hands as they repeatedly caressed her. Amy watched as Eve's bra fluttered to the floor, revealing a pair of delightfully pert, pear shaped breasts, with excited tips that quivered as they stood jutting out proudly about an inch. 

"Look at these lovely nipples," Mona cried out, cupping a breast so the others had a clear view.

An extremely embarrassed Eve covered her eyes.

Mona wrapped her lips around the entire areola, then painted a path across it with her tongue. 

Amy let out a long sigh just as Mona's lips closed hard on Eve's nipple. A similar sigh erupted from Eve, as she felt the warm, wetness engulf her stiff nipple, summoning back the memory of Juanita's touch so long ago on the farm where she grew up. The memory quickly faded in the face of reality and the knowledge that Juanita was a rank amateur next to Mona. 

Amy and John looked on, fascinated by the view provided to them by the two willing, wanton women. Mona took her time, knowing the more excited Eve became the better her chances of completing her seduction. 




Amy Ch. 05



Mona's head blocked most of what she was doing to Eve from the others; even so, one nipple was exposed to them. But they were provided partial glimpses of Mona's tongue darting to and fro, tracing wide circles around Eve's radiant pink nipple. 

Amy's own nipples were on fire and she wanted nothing more than to have someone, anyone, sucking on them too. 

Uncle John, almost reading her mind, was puzzling over how to proceed with Amy's seduction. He wanted it to be a work of art, one that they would both look back upon for years and marvel at in its simplicity and dramatic intensity. She wants to be on a stage, he thought, so be it, but it will be an audience of one. Well, he thought, reconsidering the logistics of what he expected to take place, perhaps two or three others as well.

The moment passed, and now all eyes and thoughts returned to Mona's seduction of Eve.

Mona paused and backed off Eve's stiffened bud; and then tickled it with her talented tongue before taking the whole of it into her mouth again and sucking voraciously. 

"Oh, Madre Mia, that feels good!" Eve moaned as she leaned back against the couch with her eyes closed, and enjoyed Mona's attentions. 

But when Mona's hand delved into Eve's pantyhose and managed to slowly tug both the hose and panties down to the unresisting Eve's knees. Eve uncovered her eyes and looked at Mona with unconcealed desire. She clearly wanted this woman to do her. 

Eve no longer cared if others were looking on. She was ready and eager to try this... this new thing with another woman. She was not a virgin as she had told Amy earlier. There had been several boyfriends and she had slept with all of them. And there was John, who called her to his bed at least once a week, and who she considered a supreme lover. But this was different. Exciting, yes, but very different, and she was thinking of how much this movie star could teach her in the next few minutes. All that was on her mind at this moment in time was Mona and her marvelous mouth. Hector, her favorite movie star had faded from memory, all she wanted now was for this huge-breasted woman to bring her to ecstasy.

Amy watched as Mona continued fondling Eve's breasts, and noticed that Eve had composed herself sufficiently to ease her hose and panties off.



Amy Ch. 06



The next morning I awakened – still naked – in Amy's sleeping bag to find that she had gone. My mind drifted back to the events of the pervious night and my cock hardened instantly. I remembered fucking her tits and coming all over her face and watching her lick the come from her fingertips. I couldn't believe I'd gotten so lucky, having a friend like Amy.

I got up and stretched, enjoying the warm morning sunlight on my naked body. Wondering where Amy had gone to, I called out, "Amy? Where are you?"

I heard her voice coming from the direction of the hot spring we'd bathed in the night before, saying, "This way, sweetie!" I happily followed the sound of her voice and found her waiting for me in the same hot spring. She was sitting against the edge of the warm pool totally nude, her D-cup tits mostly exposed above the water line, her nipples hard and erect.

"Come on in," she said, grinning at me.

My cock sprang to attention at the sight of her as I waded in. I walked closer to her and my cock bobbed in the air just inches from her face right as I was about to sit down next to her. She stopped me with a gesture and grinned up at me, her glistening perfect lips just inches from the head of my cock. "Before you sit down," she said casually, as if there was nothing unusual about her request, "I want you to fuck my mouth."

My eyes rolled back in my head as I grinned and said, "Yes, ma'am." Without another word, I slid my cock between her welcoming lips and started thrusting back and forth in and out of her mouth. I could feel her warm tongue pressing firmly against the bottom of my shaft, swirling around the head, working it up and down as I slid in and out, faster and faster. I felt her small, perfect hands cupping my ass gently and urging me forward, urging me to thrust deeper and faster. I happily obliged, thrusting forward as hard as I could. She took every inch of me into her throat and never gagged once.

It wasn't long before I knew I was going to come, and I told her so between moans. In response, she simply thrust her head forward, impaling her mouth on my cock and taking it in all the way to the root. Her lips were sealed tightly around the base of my cock, and her eyes turned upwards, gazing deep into mine. At this moment, I started coming harder than I ever had in my life, spraying it deep inside her throat. My entire body shook violently, and she just sat there, locking eyes with me and milking my cock with the muscles of her throat.

After a moment, she slid free, stopping to suck and lick the head clean (which gave me a little involuntary shiver), and relaxed against the edge of the pool. I collapsed next to her with a splash, gasping for air and wrapping my arms around her. I kissed, licked and sucked her lips, making out with her ravenously, thanking her between kisses for what she'd just done.

She said, "Anytime, sweetie," making me grin wickedly at the prospect of fucking her mouth anytime I wanted to.

"I'm so exhausted after that," I said, "I don't know if I'll be able to move for hours."

She replied, "Actually, if you can get it up again in the next twenty seconds, I'll let you fuck my tight little pussy," she said, grinning wickedly. I don't think she expected me to be capable of it, the way she was grinning in that way she does when she teases me.

I was too excited not to, though. I simply asked, "Do you mean that? Really?"

She only nodded, laughing; confident I wouldn't be able to so soon after exhausting myself. I stood up abruptly, and my cock stood at full attention, mere inches in front of her face. Little did she know, it only took the thought of fucking her to get me hard again, even that fast. "Holy shit," she said, wearing an expression of surprise, half-pleased, half nervous.

Even though after all her teasing, she deserved nothing less than a good hard fucking, I felt momentary pity for her in her surprise. I said, "You know, we don't have to if you really don't want to," not believing what was coming out of my own mouth.

She thought about it for a moment and then said, "No... no, it's okay. I'm a girl of my word." She smiled a little bit, then said, "How do you want to fuck me, sweetie?"

"Anything I want?" I asked.

"Anything you want," she confirmed.

I said, "Bend over the edge of the pool. I want to fuck you from behind. But be ready to turn around; I want to come on your face."

She grinned and pinched one of her own nipples, tweaking it. "Whatever you say, sweetie. I'm your sex slave for today." She wasted no more time, getting up on her knees and bending over the edge of the hot spring. I gazed lustily at the soft, perfectly round globes of her ass, glistening wet in the morning sunlight. Her bald pussy glistened also, wet not just from the waters of the spring, but from her arousal. I could almost see her clit throbbing. "Fuck me," she said simply, and I did just that.

I stepped forward and kneeled behind her, thrusting my cock inside her pussy in one swift move. She was already soaking wet and read for me – I slid right in. I pushed my cock inside her all the way up to the hilt and she took every one of my inches, moaning my name. I stopped there for a moment, just relishing the feeling of finally being inside her. It wasn't long before she lost control to her animal lust and started moaning through gritted teeth, "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

I started pounding into her with grim abandon and never let up even for a second. She screamed in pleasure and perhaps a little pain as I pounded into her with my throbbing cock, smacking against the soft cheeks of her ass with ever stroke. She looked over her shoulder at me and never broke eye contact the entire time I fucked her, which ended up lasting for about thirty minutes.

I reached around her hip and between her legs and started to pinch and rub her clit between my fingertips, tweaking it without ever easing the pace of my thrusting into her tight wet pussy. She reciprocated by reaching beneath both of us and between my legs, where she caressed my balls with her delicate fingertips. The tickling sensation nearly sent me over the edge numerous times. Each time, I slowed my thrusting just long enough to avoid blowing my load inside her, and then resumed as before.

She made no such attempts, letting loose over and over again with mind-blowing orgasms. I could feel her come leaking out of her pussy and over my balls even while she caressed them with the tips of her fingernails. Eventually I couldn't resist the urge any longer. I had to come; I needed release.

I pulled out of her and she knew what to do without me even asking. She spun around quickly. Even though it all happened in less than a second, I remember every detail of it precisely as if it was in slow motion. I admired her glistening wet body as it turned – her flawless skin, the bounce of her perfect tits as she turned and kneeled beneath me. She opened her mouth as wide as she could and extended her tongue, placing her face directly beneath my cock. She never closed her eyes, never broke eye contact, even for a second.

The first spurt of come splashed against her tongue, and she moaned in pleasure as it did. The second splashed over her left cheek and dribbled down her chin. She curled her tongue inside her mouth to swallow the first load when another splashed across her perfect pouting lips. I kept coming for what must have been a full fifteen seconds until her entire face was covered in thick white hot come. She took me into her mouth without hesitating and sucked hard, swirling her tongue around the head while it was still sensitive. I shuddered in pleasure, trembling and moaning her name. Before I knew what was happening, I started coming all over again, this time in her mouth. Neither of us had expected this. I could tell because she squealed in delighted surprise. Her moans vibrated through her lips and tongue, adding even more pleasure to the job her mouth was doing on me.

When it was all finally over, I collapsed into the pool with a splash, totally spent. Amy crawled over me and wrapped her arms around me. She started kissing me ravenously while my come was still dripping from her face. I could taste it on her lips, which I found curiously arousing.

After a while of this, she laid her head on my shoulder and contentedly wiped the come from her face with her fingertips and licked her fingertips clean, swallowing ever drop. Then she looked up into my eyes and said, "I love you, Nathan."

"I love you too," I said, "I love you so much."

I held her tight for hours after that, and we broke that embrace only to fuck wildly every so often for the rest of the day. That evening, on the way back home, I asked her if she would be my girlfriend and she said yes, practically squealing like a cheerleader she was so happy. A year after that, I asked if she would marry me, and she said yes again. The rest is, as they say, history. 



Amy Ch. 06



Amy was now leaning far back on the coach, giving John free access to her pussy. To her surprise he continued to tease her but hadn't ventured under her skirt. 

As they watched the now totally nude Eve struggling but not having much success in undressing Mona, Amy's hand sought John's erection, and finding it, gave him a loving squeeze. His hand closed on hers, stilling it, and in a husky voice he said, "Not now. This is their time. Let's just watch and enjoy the show."

Trying desperately not to reveal her disappointment, Amy released him, but John kept his finger moving at a snails pace along her slit, causing Amy to bite her lip to keep from screaming. 

 Mona, still wearing her tight-fitting sheath, but with both breasts jutting out over the top in a bizarre fashion, carefully positioned Eve on the couch. One leg on the floor, the other draped across the top of the couch, exposing Eve's pussy to three pairs of lust filled eyes. 

Then she stepped back to admire her work.

"Just let me get comfortable my love," Mona crooned to Eve as Eve leaned into her, not wanting to let her get away. Her groping hands mauled Mona's breasts while she planted kiss after kiss on Mona's face and neck as Mona struggled to wriggle out of her tight dress, and finally accomplishing it, tossed it aside. 

Amy saw that Mona was now stark naked, and marveled at her figure. Huge, magnificent tits, no waist at all, and a perfectly lovely ass, if I were a guy I'd probably kill to fuck her, Amy thought. She's absolutely gorgeous and I'm absolutely soaked. 

Amy moaned as John's roaming finger touched her again, separating her major labia through the protective folds of cloth still covering her. Her thighs parted automatically, granting him all the access he wanted. 

He knows, she thought. He knows I want him to take me. Why doesn't he? 

This is going better than expected, John thought as he continued to almost idly run his finger along the teen's virginal slit. I might come in my pants before Mona finishes with Eve, but I've got to save Amy for tomorrow, not now. If I work this right, she'll be my love-slave forever.

"Watch and learn," Mona purred lewdly, but loudly, looking directly at Amy. Mona then knelt between Eve's thighs, lowered her head, and blew softly on Eve's lusciously ripened pussy. 

The young maid released an almost inarticulate groan and reached to grasp Mona's head, forcing her mouth down upon Eve's fevered pussy. 

Amy was able to see a portion of Mona's tongue as it darted in and out of Eve's cunt and, unable to suppress the moan it brought to her lips, pressed John's hand hard against her pussy. Eve lurched upward as Mona's fingers caressed a breast, and then tightened around a stiffened nipple. 

"Ohhh, I'm sooo wet!" Eve whispered to Mona, but everyone heard.

Mona began kissing and licking upward, running her tongue through the maze of thick black pubic hair that ended at Eve's belly button, and then licked up towards her breasts; caressing, nuzzling, and chewing on Eve's conical shaped breasts until Eve started to shake then screamed, "Oh, Madre Mia, yes, Mona, ess good, ess so good, bite it Mona, bite my nipple." 

Mona bit down hard; Eve screamed again, and her whole body bounced around in a frenetic dance. Mona was holding on for dear life.

"John!" Amy cried out in longing and want.

"Hush," he said softly. "Not now, we deserve our own time."

"But Unc…."

"Not now. Let's watch. Let's watch them like you watched Janice and me fucking on the sofa in my office this afternoon."

Amy's hand flew to her mouth in surprise. "You… you knew I was there?"

"Of course I knew, I'm not stupid, you had an appointment and I deliberately took Janice at precisely the time you were supposed to arrive. I'm surprised you didn't realize it."

He turned from her to gaze upon the two women across the room, and then looked back at her. "Now let's watch them, they've only started," he whispered hoarsely, and his hand abandoned her crotch. 

He smiled at her thinking he had her completely in hand.

"You and I will have our time tomorrow night and it will be very, very special, I promise you that."

"Oh!" Amy whimpered missing his touch, and then came close to a climax just from hearing his promise to take her virginity the next day. His words broke through her sexual haze and registered on her consciousness. He set this whole thing up. It's a ploy designed to seduce me! 

John, allowed himself to become distracted, watching Eve's writhing hips as they churned into Mona's face as the porno star ate the young Hispanic out. 

"Here," John said, glancing at Amy for a second, and taking her hand, dropped it on his erection. "Open my fly and take my cock out."

"Like hell I will!" she shouted, and then stood up, her fury now obvious to a stunned Uncle John.

"Wait, I can explain!" he said, but Amy whirled away from him and ran into the guest room that had been set aside for her. And after slamming the door shut, locked it and then for good measure, braced a chair against the doorknob, securing her safety for the rest of the evening.

John followed her to the bedroom door, but didn't try to enter. He heard her barricading herself and knowing when he was beaten, tried to salvage what he considered a very bad situation. For he knew if Amy told his brother what had happened he might very well be a dead man.

"Amy!" He called out. "It's all right, you're safe. No one's going to hurt you, or force you to do anything you don't want to."

"Go away!" Amy sobbed, and threw herself on the bed, weeping as she hadn't since she was a little girl, feeling hurt, used and abused.

How could he? She thought as the tears coursed down her cheeks. How could he plan all this?

And as women are prone to do, she set out to analyze exactly what had happened to her since she first contacted her uncle to ask his help in getting her acting career started.

He had been sympathetic, and that alone had encouraged her to comply with his requests and keep them secret from her parents. They were not odd at all, considering that she wanted to be an actress. He had asked for several photos, recent photos along with her measurements and had also been very adamant about not telling her parents about his requests. The last part she had wondered about, but dismissed as probably something he needed to establish a rapport with her and to eliminate the need to go through her parents every time he needed something to pave the way for her. Had she not been so gullible (but what teenager isn't about such things?) she might have realized some of his requests were out of the ordinary and asked her parents opinion on the matter.

But Uncle John knew show people, had connections that could open doors, and Amy knew that without such help it could take years before becoming a star on Broadway. Amy had been forced to call upon her arch rival in school to help her with several of the photos Uncle John wanted. But Lilly Pokerhard had come through for her, using a Polaroid to take several shots of Amy in Lilly's lacy undies, and skimpy bikini's. Amy had flushed under Lilly's scrutiny, but convinced herself that a producer might want to see more of her than Lilly was looking at the moment. And so she had leaned forward, exposing most of her cleavage to the camera, and while afterward regretted posing for them, had to concede that she did look, as Lilly put it, "damn good."

She was puzzled when Lilly later donned the same outfits and had her take similar pictures of her, but realized that Lilly had the same problem she did, a need for someone who could keep a secret to partner in the photo session.

But now Amy wondered what Uncle John had done with the pictures. She had a sudden fear that he'd put them on the internet where everyone in her hometown might see them and ruin her reputation. She was just too young and too naïve to know that her pictures lacked the specific commodity the internet wanted, she was clothed in each picture, no matter how scanty the outfit, and the net wanted nudity and more. But Amy didn't know that.

Now she lay on the bed thinking the worst that her uncle wasn't a man of his word and that tomorrow she would have to take the train home with her tail between her legs.

Well at least I'll still have my virginity, she told herself consolingly. And my pride, but my dream is shattered, and she began to cry once again, lost in her great misfortune.





Amy Ch. 06



Thoroughly intimidated, Eve responded, "Si, Mr. Prent… I mean, yes sir. "

"Now tell her!"

"Mona? Please to really kiss my behind."

Mona giggled; more at Eve's broken English than John's petulance that she had witnessed several times in the past.

And acting the part for his benefit, she spread Eve's ass cheeks apart and lightly passed her tongue over the dark brown pucker of Eve's asshole. 

An electric shock roared through Eve and she shrieked in alarm.

"WHAT! OHHH!"

"I take it that you found that pleasant?" Mona giggled.

"Jesus!" Eve gasped, "That wus… how you say in your language… awesome?" She was breathing heavily.

From his perspective, John had to admire the way Eve's breasts heaved as she spoke and said, "Let's try that again, Mona, okay?"

"Sure," Mona replied, and swept her talented tongue over Eve's rectal orifice a second time.

This time Eve was better prepared for the torrid sensation and didn't react as violently, but still couldn't prevent herself from shrieking loudly once more.

The loudness of Eve's cries had drawn Amy off the bed and to the bedroom door, where she listened, thoroughly captivated by what she envisioned going on.

Eve's fingernails clawed at the sofa's nubby material a moment later when Mona sent her mischievous tongue swirling into the puckered crevice before her; and digging deeply into the plump asscheeks for purchase, furrowed even deeper with her second thrust.

"OHMYGOD!" Eve screamed; and unable to withstand any more for the moment wrested her rear away from Mona's ever questing mouth.

With both hands still holding Eve's behind, Mona somewhat puzzled, asked, "What's wrong?" 

"Ess too much!" A suddenly worried Eve responded. For she had never thought that being seduced by this movie star would present so many pleasures so quickly, and to be blunt, she was simply overwhelmed by it all.

"Let's change things a little, John offered, thinking that the young Guatemalan's sexual experiences were limited to several encounters with him on those nights he had needed some sexual diversion, and that he had not experimented at length with her. He didn't know of her earlier encounter with Juanita, nor of her boyfriends who came by occasionally during the afternoon when John was at his office.

"Everyone on the carpet," he said.

Mona sat with her back against the sofa and Eve knelt in front of her.

"Suck Mona's tits," John commanded, and Eve placed a hand on Mona's shoulder as she leaned in and took Mona's right nipple into her mouth and sucked as hard as she could. This action actually caught the porn star by surprise and her mouth formed a silent "O."

"She likes what you're doing Eve," John said, wanting to boost Eve's ego a little. And after allowing sufficient time to pass, "Try the other one."

As Eve took the other nub between her teeth, Mona's hand went around her neck, holding her against her breast. Eve quickly proved to Mona that she had a decided talent in breast-play, nipping and sucking, mauling and caressing; always leaving one tactic before it became tiring to either party and moving on to the next segment to generate pleasure with a renewed passion.

Giving his cock a through squeeze, John smiled at the scene before him. It's time, he thought, and said, "It's about time you tasted her pussy, Eve. No more tittie for now, go down on Mona, eat her out."

Mona's legs were already wide-spread, and her pink inner lips were glistening. With Eve's first lick along Mona's dewy labia, she found the taste to be everything she had hoped for. Then Eve demonstrated a knack for sexual creativity that neither John nor Mona had expected from her.

She began by placing her hands on Mona's smooth belly, and used Mona's torso for the required leverage to pull herself up to the point where her conical breasts hovered over Mona's pussy. Then the young Guatemalan pried Mona's labia apart and gazed into the coral colored walls of her cunt. For her part, Mona was kneading her left breast in anticipation of the wonderful things that were about to happen. At the same time, Eve was lowering her chest toward Mona's cunt, and when contact was established, deftly inserted her right nipple into Mona's sluicy-wet hole.

As it slowly dawned on Mona what was actually happening, Eve began moving her hips in a small circle, gradually smearing Mona's juices over her breast.

"Ahhh!" Mona sighed, ecstatic at experiencing something new in sex play.

John leaned forward to watch. Silently chiding himself for underestimating the abilities of his servant, he made a mental note to take full advantage of her imaginative capabilities in this area by allowing her to take the lead with him the next time he had her in bed with him.

By this time, Eve had switched breasts, doing exactly the same until both breasts were covered in a glossy sheen with Mona's juices. When she was satisfied that they were adequately covered, she slithered up Mona's body and offered Mona one breast at a time to suck and lick upon.

Mona attacked them in a near frenzy. Eve raised her arms towards the ceiling, feeling shivers run through her as Mona sucked furiously on her nipples, her tongue teasing them, flicking back and forth, slathering each entire breast with her salvia seemingly in exchange for the opportunity to taste of herself off of Eve's pert, upturned breasts.

Finally able to speak again, Mona murmured close to her ear, "Oh, yes, darling, oh yes." 

And then she tried to force Eve's entire breast into her mouth. It had been ages since anyone had aroused her like this, and she fleetingly thought of the young virgin in the nearby bedroom and envisioned her lying there on the carpet with them, and came again.

Mona couldn't believe the heightened intensity of her desire for both girls, and concluded that she had indeed become jaded in the sexual playground she lived in on an almost daily basis.

Eve's sense of timing was working to perfection. Choosing the precise moment, she pried her breast from Mona's insatiable mouth, and pivoted on Mona's chest so that she was facing her partner's feet. Then leaving a slug-like trail of wet kisses along Mona's belly, she worked her way to the porn star's shaven cunt.

"Oh," she sighed, after licking the length of Mona's slushy twat, "you taste like fine wine."

Mona's pelvis heaved upward, wanting desperately to make contact with the girl's mouth, but Eve sensed this, and coyly avoided additional contact for the moment. After allowing Mona to whimper several times, she gave her cunt a tentative lick and reveled in seeing the older woman shudder.

 "So you like my licks and kisses, no?" Eve inquired, truly wondering what the movie star thought of her newly discovered technique.

"I believe that you are teaching the movie star a few things, Eve." John said. "Keep going, you're doing fine."

"Oh yeah, by all means, keep going," Mona gasped.

Encouraged, Eve held Mona's folds open and lowered her face to the pinkness below, kissing and sucking, first the tender folds themselves and then as Mona writhed beneath her, sent her tongue into the darker recesses of her inner core. Eve slowly added a finger into Mona's pussy and Mona pushed her hips to meet it. Eve backed her face off several inches in order to better work the finger in and out, and was getting a steady reaction from Mona's hips when she slid her finger to the top of her cunt and started to rub just below the top of Mona's outer lips. Mona began moaning loudly, her head going from side to side. Eve continued to wiggle her finger back and forth and Mona was going nuts. Eve yanked her finger out and jammed her face into Mona's cunt, sucking furiously.

Mona came hard.

John's nostrils were flared, and the precum oozed from his cock. He had dropped the dildo and not even noticed it.

Amy was nearly overcome with a desire to wrench the door open and join the two women on the floor. Only a sense of self-preservation helped control her instincts and she settled for opening the door a tiny crack in order to see some of what was happening in the living room.

What was reveled to the slight field of vision afforded her, was a glimpse of Mona's breasts heaving and jouncing to and fro. Then forcing herself to tear her eyes away from that voluptuous vision, she focused on Eve as she voraciously devoured Mona's cunt. 

Amy blacked out; she would soon discover that this was a common event for her, though highly unusual in most women. When Amy recovered a moment or so later, she found herself unabashedly humping the arm of the loveseat next to her, and perilously close to bumping into the door and falling into the living room..

By this time, Eve was flagellating Mona's swollen clitoris with her tongue, driving Mona from one climax to the next, showing her no mercy whatsoever, because it never dawned on her that she was actually causing the stream of multiple orgasms.

The constant stimulation proved too much for Mona, and she began begging Eve to end it.

And although thoroughly surprised at this turn of events, Eve moved away from the tormented nub and kissed the movie star on the lips.

"Do you really want me to stop?" she asked Mona.

She smiled weakly at the dusky maid. "Yes. I need to recover my senses. You are literally too fucking much, girl --- too much --- and I've never said that before."

In the bedroom, Amy having backed away from the door was masturbating frantically, seeking a release that for some reason wouldn't come.

John roused himself enough to rise up from the chair and selected a few toys from the box he had brought in earlier. He chose a small black vibrator with a cord attached to a battery pack and dropped it beside the two women. They didn't notice his presence, being otherwise occupied at the time.

"I think… I think you can start on me again," Mona said. Her voice had gone dry, and it had a kind of huskiness to it that even John hadn't heard before.

Eve giggled and immediately attacked the almost raw clitoris in front of her.

Mona groaned. "Not there! My pussy… yeah, suck my pussy."

With the first tender lick upon her vagina, Mona took a sharp breath and Eve thought that she had gone to far.

"Lovely," Mona sighed. "You're undoubtedly the greatest pussy eater I've ever met. And I've met quite a few.

John decided to let Eve do her thing, whatever it turned out to be. He would introduce the toys when and if Mona began on Eve.

Eve surprised them both once again, running her forefinger into Mona's now overly squishy cunt, prying it open so that whenever her finger left it to do other things; it remained open, gaping at John like a small-mouthed bass. Then she pressed her finger against Mona's asshole.

"Oh fuck!" Squawked Mona, "Oh fuck! YES!"

Mona tried hard to reciprocate, she quickly wet a finger in her mouth and searched out Eve's ass and sent her finger into it.

"Mmmmm," Eve sighed. "That feels good, Miss Mona."

Mona wondered briefly at the cultural differences between them that had the girl calling her Miss Mona in this situation, but said nothing.

Actually she had no time to say anything, because Eve returned to her clitoris with a vengeance, even as she rammed yet a second finger into Mona's already throbbing asshole. 

Mona abandoned Eve's ass and hunched her thighs back slightly to provide an even clearer target to her gaping cunt. Eve's mouth quickly descended upon it, covering it completely and sucking voraciously on it. Finding herself addicted to the juices freely flowing from Mona's cunt, Eve began sucking and slurping wildly with Mona clutching her head and holding it fixed upon herself.

John waited until Mona came from this onslaught and then reached down and separated the two panting women.

"Here, use this," he said, handing Eve the small vibrating device.

Eve looked up at him not understanding.

"It's a vibrator. Use it on her."

Eve nodded and holding the vibrator in her right hand looked to Mona for guidance for she had never used this type device before. Up until today her fingers had done the job and nothing else.

"Stick it in me," Mona huffed and pulled her legs back to expose her entire cunt to Eve.

After slipping the small vibrator into Mona, she once again looked to her for guidance.

"Rub my clittie and turn the damn switch on, baby. This will send me off to the moon if it's on high."

Eve turned it on and fell backwards, as Mona shrieked with the first surge of the electrical current stimulating her genital nerves.

Mona managed to reach down and shove the vibrator entirely inside her, then covered her mons with her hand, tapping lightly on her almost raw clitoris to add to the fantastic sensations she was experiencing.

"She's really enjoying it," John said, and Eve nodded, wondering exactly how it felt and wanting to try it for herself.

"Try slapping her on the ass. It should add to her pleasure."

Eve complied, slapping Mona's ass with authority, knowing that the stinging slaps only served to make one's climax that much better.

Mona was grunting with pleasure and writhing to and fro, only to find herself lifting her ass off the carpet repeatedly when Eve turned the juice up to the highest level. Her pussy has swallowed the vibrator and only the wires are exposed to view and as Eve continued to spank Mona, Mona's own hand picked up the rhythm of the slaps, but applied them to her cuntal lips.

John spent a minute rummaging through the toy box and produced some Astroglide lubricant, which he promptly handed to Eve, along with the long, threaded dildo he had been holding earlier.

Eve stopped smacking Mona's ass and dutifully applied the lubricant to the long, threaded dildo, then looked to John for further instructions. But John was looking at the bedroom door and noticed that it was ajar. That brought a smile to his face. So the little bitch is still watching. She must be a natural voyeur, he thought, and his hopes soared at the thought of taking her cherry the next evening. 

But there's still tonight, he chided himself. Still I can't get that little vixen out of my mind, he thought, even with two delightful sluts providing me with a command performance I'm thinking ahead to tomorrow. Amy sure is different from the rest of the pack. I must make doubly sure that tomorrow is special. 

With John not paying attention to her, Eve took it upon herself to apply the Astroglide to her own pussy, occasionally taking a furtive glance at the large threaded dildo and correctly assuming it would be lodged inside her eventually, and being a practical woman, wanted to be ready, just in case.

John, studying the bedroom door out of the corner of his eye, wondered if he should try to induce Amy from the bedroom, but finally decided to leave well enough alone and resumed setting the stage for his performers.



Amy Ch. 07



Meanwhile, Eve hadn't remained idle. On seeing the red welts she had left on Mona's behind, she was almost overcome by guilt and remorse, and gently began caressing them before laying a series of kisses along the still stinging crimson steaks. This subtle treatment left Mona only seconds away from a giant climax, but John, having put Amy from his mind for the present, decided to intervene, and turned off the vibrator, forcing her orgasm to recede for a moment.

Mona's hands waved futilely in the air as she belatedly realized what had happened, and she expelled a lungful of air and what began as a husky sigh wound up as a throaty wail.

Eve picked up on Mona's need, and quickly moved back to her cunt, leaning in and renewing her earlier kissing, licking and sucking. John looked on for a minute or so, and then placed a small vibrator in Eve's hand. Instinctively Eve knew where it was going, but before inserting it, she turned the other vibrator, still embedded in Mona's cunt up a notch. 

As Mona writhed on the carpet, Eve jammed the second vibrator into her ass, and turned that one to the same speed as the first. That did it for Mona. 

She erupted in a gigantic climax. Throughout the first several waves, Eve continued to flick her tongue across Mona's throbbing clit. Mona's hands held Eve's head to her now swamp of a pussy, and Eve's face was covered in her love secretions from her chin to her eyes.

"Eve!" John said, but she was too absorbed in what she was doing to Mona to hear him.

"Eve," He shouted, and grasped her shoulder.

Amy couldn't believe her eyes as she watched Mona gyrating on the carpet groaning with pleasure, and suddenly found herself reaching her own long-delayed orgasm, forcing her to sink to the floor because her legs would no longer support her. 

A glassy-eyed Eve turned to face John, "Huh?" she blurted, not comprehending what was happening, even though she was responsible for Mona's orgasm. Had she really brought this woman to this point?

Then she realized that Mr. Prentice… was talking to her… no he was shouting at her.

"Wha?" she asked, puzzled.

"Take the thing out of her ass," he told her, speaking clearly and distinctly so she would comprehend.

She reached out, took the cord and tugged on it several times before the vibrator popped from Mona's rectum. John then handed Eve the large threaded dildo and said, "Here, use this on her." 

Without comment, Eve accepted the dildo, and inserted it into Mona's rectum. Mona offered no resistance as she was still in the thralls of her orgasm, and made it easier for Eve to work it in. 

Amy, using the arm of the loveseat, forced herself upright again, and although still trembling from the impact of her long overdue orgasm, looked out into the living room to watch the dildo going into Mona's ass. 

It's unbelievably huge, she thought and winced, thinking of how it must feel going into such a small hole. I haven't even had a dick in me yet, only my finger and the handle of my hairbrush, that thing must be incredibly painful.'

John motioned to Eve, indicating that she take the vibrator from Mona's pussy and put in into her own. By this point, Eve was functioning on auto-pilot and did as instructed. Still it was her own decision to turn the vibrator on to its highest speed, and in mere seconds she too was shaking uncontrollably.

Amy opened the door wider, and saw her uncle kneeling next to the women, taking hold of the dildo in Mona's ass, and after threading it in to its fullest, slowly back it out and then in several times until convinced Mona was opened sufficiently to do as he wanted.

What he wanted was to ram it into her at breakneck speed. Mona arched her back trying to escape the huge phallus within her, but her lust made her give in and ask him to, "Do me! Really do me!"

All the while her hand covered her cunt as she worked her fingers into it and over her clit, seeking to repeat the colossal sensations that had just begun to recede.

Uncle John, tired of jamming the dildo into her and eased off. He also began caressing Mona's right breast, causing her to moan with undeniable pleasure at his touch. After a time he moved to the nipple, pinching it between his fingers, and inflicting a pleasurable pain throughout her system.

"Jesus, YES!" she screamed, and Amy shook with pleasure at the thought of having her own nipple squeezed like that, only to realize that nothing was stopping her from doing it herself. Taking a nipple in each hand, she pinched them. It felt good. And when she increased the pressure she discovered that it felt even better. Soon one hand had abandoned a nipple to drop down and stir the gushy juices flowing from her pussy. 

Dizzy with newly discovered lust, it took Amy several minutes before she thought to look in on the others. When she did, she found that Uncle John was now devoting himself to Eve, kissing her throat while she held the buzzing vibrator fixed within her vaginal walls.

He spent the next few minutes swapping tongue with Eve, who was definitely responding to his advances with renewed passion.

It was Amy who first noticed that Mona's orgasms had passed, and that she lay spread-eagled on the carpet, waiting patiently for the next item or instrument to fill an orifice. 

John was the next to see this, and took immediate action by repositioning the women so that Eve was now on her back, and Mona was going down on her. Both vibrators and the dildo were cast aside.

Mona immediately began to tease Eve's body, trailing kisses with painstaking care between Eve's succulent breasts.

"Umm, don't worry, Eve my love," she hissed between licks, "I'm going to lick and suck and bite those lovely tits of yours until you beg me to stop." 

Mona laughed coarsely, and then noticed John's erection protruding from his trousers and said, "Bring that over here, and Eve will gladly take care of your problem." 

John shook his head, trying to signal her not to follow that line, hoping she would realize what he was really after. But Mona was otherwise occupied, and glanced up at Eve, who lay there inert with eyes closed. 

"Sweetie," Mona crooned, "Wanna give John some head while I do you?"

Eve gradually opened her eyes and noticed John as if for the first time. "Mr. Prentice…" she hesitated. "You… want for me to blow you?"

John knew she was serious but shook his head from side to side. He was pleased at the offer, but wanted things to proceed as they were, girl on girl.

Mona reacted in typical fashion, saying, "Then it's just you and me sweetie," that said, Mona raised Eve's youthful legs and placed them on her shoulders, and then lowered her face into Eve's dark bush. The moment her tongue made contact with Eve's flesh, the Guatemalan girl screamed in ecstasy. 

Moments later, Eve recovered enough to stop screaming and start giggling. 

"That tickles, Mona!" she cried, "That tickles!" 

"Shall I stop?"

"No! No! Go lower!"

"Lower?"

"You know… kiss me there." 

And slowly, infinitely slower, Mona moved her mouth through the maid's thicket to her moistened cunt. John, still fully dressed except for the fact that he was holding his engorged penis in his right hand, slowly stoked it while Mona busied herself placing the gentlest of kisses on each side of Eve's thighs; always moving tantalizingly closer to the pinkish lips peeking through the black bush at the entrance to her cunt. Then she paused, staring at her prize.

"What? Why do you stop?" Eve asked. The Spanish lilt to her words made for an even higher sexual tension in the room. "Do meeeee!" Eve wailed.

Mona went into high gear, holding Eve's cunt open with her fingers, she delved inside with her tongue. The room was silent except for the quiet sounds of the licking and sucking sounds she made as she ate out Eve's cunt. Both moaned quietly, but then Eve responded, shrieking, "Madre Mia!" as Mona shifted her attention to her clitoris, and at the same time reached up to toy with a hardened nipple. Eve's sexual excitement caused her to lose all her inhibitions

"OH, JESUS, HOLY MOTHER OF GOD! Yes, that's it, that's it, oh, oh, do it, do it!"

John was holding his rock hard organ in his hand wondering where to put it first.

"Oh, Mona, Mona, Mona… please fuck me! Suck me, lick me, oh, eat me, eat me!"

To add to the spice, Mona ran her middle finger inside Eve's honey sweet cunt, then added a second and then a third as Eve rocketed into her climax, thrashing her head from side to side while her ass rose and fell repeatedly as she began to come. 

"I'm coming! I'm coming!" 

"I'm gonna come for you, here! Here it comes!"

Mona raised her head to watch Eve's expressions as she came. Mona was indeed a girl who loved her work. When Eve came back to earth, Mona moved up, bringing her mouth to Eve's, and they kissed gently, savoring the varied tastes the kiss offered. Then they lay side by side, holding each other tightly. 

John decided to wait before becoming an active participant. It wasn't long before Mona's face was thoroughly lodged in Eve's bushy cunt again, her left foot crossed over her right ankle, as her body stretched out on the carpet. John moved in, fingering Mona's cunt, quickly added three more as her gash widened under his attack. Mona never relented from her devouring of Eve's succulent juices, although her hips began to swerve from side to side keeping pace with John's fingering.

Both women were constantly moaning now, enthralled with a totally consuming yearning for more, more, more satisfaction.

Eve's breathing took on a heavier tone and at the same time, Mona noted that Eve's juices had developed a somewhat different taste. Earlier it had varied between sweet and salty. Now it was decidedly tangy. Mona laughed to herself, thinking she loved both flavors, and would take all this young Hispanic girl could give her. Eve's body was now totally in tune with Mona's tongue; moving her hips to the rhythm of Mona's tongue.

Mona may have had her head braced in order to maintain eating Eve out, but the lower portion of her body was jerking and bouncing around from the influence of John's fist which had finally gotten into her cunt and was driving her crazy as it opened, well partially opened anyway, and then closed.

Suddenly, Eve grabbed Mona's blonde hair and mashed her face into her pussy. Then she was squeezing her own breasts so hard that her fingers went white. Mona retaliated by clamping her teeth on Eve's clit and applying a hard pressure, but knowing the sensitivity of that sweet, sweet, nubbin, did not bite hard enough to cause pain, only an almost intolerable pleasure.

Eve was lost.

She was screaming and bucking, as one climax after another convulsed through her for about a two minute period. 

John, witnessing the force of Eve's climax, eased his hand from Mona's battered cunt and sat back on his haunches to wait Eve's orgasms out.

And as Eve slowly came down from the clouds and returned to a more blissful earth than she'd ever known before, Mona licked and kissed her nipples, her throat, and on reaching her face, gave her a long passionate kiss, from which both could taste of the other's love juices. The kiss ended with both girls moaning delightedly in each other's arms.

John found the combined smell emanating from their respective pussies to be more than he could handle and sank his tongue into Mona's ass and caused the porno star to become aroused all over again.

"Christ, but do I love a good fucking!" she cried out, and moved her ass to the rhythm of his mouth against it.

When Mona trailed her fingers lightly over Eve's breast, the Guatemalan girl shivered and moaned "OHMYGOD!" and both women were off again. This time Mona picked up the long dildo, and after slapping Eve on the butt to signal her that she wanted to stick it into her, hissed at her, "You're gonna love this, baby!"

Dutifully, Eve presented her ass to Mona, and the porno star, after thoroughly lubing the instrument, began to work it up Eve's receptive rear. The young maid was so relaxed from her orgasm that she hardly felt anything abnormal in her rectum. 

Both women's bodies were covered with sweat. The only thought Eve had was that she had never Ever felt this good before and that she hoped it would last forever, but knew it wouldn't. 

Then Eve heard Mona talking to her.

"What, Miss Mona?" What you say?"

Mona kissed her gently on the lips and Eve sucked back hard. Reluctantly, Mona pried her mouth from Eve's and said, "It looks like you're ready to come again. Would you do me a great favor, and come on my face?"

"It would please me to please you so," Eve replied.

Mona lowered her body so that Eve could straddle her face, which she quickly did. John, always one to help out, took control of the instrument in Eve's rear, rocking it back and forth.

Then Mona's tongue ignited Eve's pussy, and she was off, moaning and grunting as her orgasm hit. John, not to be left out, rammed the dildo halfway into the young girl's rectum.

"UGH!" Eve bleated like a sheep, then sighed contentedly as Mona devoured her twat once more.

With the fourth thrust of the dildo into her ass, Eve came and couldn't stop coming. She was not sure where her climax was originating, and didn't care, all she knew was that she was coming on Mona's face and that made her happy.

A very distraught Amy closed the door, unable to look on any longer. I've seen too damn much for one day, she told herself, and threw her beautiful body on the bed and fell asleep thinking of Darren and his sweet kisses. But as her dreams took over, it was Uncle John's mouth that replaced Darren's, and his incredibly hot cock that she was swallowing deeper and deeper into her throat. She slept the rest of the night, dreaming of having orgasms with Mona and Eve, and of course, Uncle John.

But the activity in the living room continued unabated. Eve began whimpering, and Mona exclaimed, "John, she needs your cock now." 

"Eve, you want me to fuck you?"

"Oh yes, Mr. Prentice… I mean Mr. John…. Oh, I don't know what I mean, but yes!"

Gently he lifted her to the sofa, pushed her legs back to her shoulders and after nipping at each succulent breast said, "Mona, go on, you put it in, guide my cock into her." 

Mona wasted no time in placing the head of John's dick at Eve's slit, and he eased into her, fucking her slowly at first, but as the inexorable pressure of her pussy increased it's pressure on his glans, he moved faster, filling up her vaginal walls and pushing them aside. 

Eve groaned incoherently, although there was a part of her insides that were screaming out beautiful, beautiful, his penis is beautiful! 

Soon her moans were commingled with John's, and his hips pistoned faster. Incoherent sounds came from her throat. Her long black hair was flying from side to side and sweat streamed from her forehead as she squirmed and twisted – humping up to meet his thrusting prick as it pummeled into her. She felt his balls thwacking into her flanks with a repetitious dull slapping sound, and loved this sensation as much as any other.

Mona rose up, and stood next to the fornicating couple, knowing that the evening was coming to an end. She waited until Eve was starting to come from John's fuck and pushed her forefinger into his rectum. John exploded into Eve, the heat from his seed cascading over her vaginal walls triggered yet another orgasm to the Guatemalan maid. 

John lay gasping on top of her until Mona helped him to his feet. He embraced both of them, kissed them both passionately in turn, and then bid them goodnight, as he turned and went to his bedroom.

However, he did not tell them to leave.

Mona waited patiently for Eve to revive from her frantic fuck with John. 

She was surprised at the first words out of Eve's mouth, "Mona are you what they say, a lesbian?"

Caught off guard by the question, all Mona could do was laugh.

"I make a joke?" Eve asked, a somber expression on her face.

"No, no. You didn't make a joke. You… well I didn't expect that question at this point, I mean after all we've been through this evening and all."

Eve's face remained serious; she nodded at Mona's words, but clearly awaited a more comprehensive answer.

"Umm, I'm what they call bi-sexual. That is I like both men and women."

Eve's face lit up at this and a wide smile formed on her very attractive face.

"Si! And I too like both men and women. Too love them… I mean to make love with them. Like we did tonight, yes? So am I a lesbian?"

"No," Mona replied. "That is, not if you want a man as much as you want a woman. Seeing Eve's confusion, Mona determined to make herself clear.

"To be bi-sexual means that sometimes you are happy to be with a woman and sometimes you are happy to be with a man, and sometimes you are happy to be with both a man and a woman."

"Yes, yes, I comprende… I understand!" Eve was beaming at her. "So I am bi-sexual, eh?"

"I would say yes, definitely bi-sexual."

The two women hugged and then kissed each other tenderly and with gentle affection. The kiss moved into a more heated zone a minute or so later and when it ended, Mona went to John's toy box and selected a strap-on dildo.

As she slowly put it on, Eve began to giggle. "It ess bigger than Mr. Prentice's, huh, Miss Mona?"

"Yes it is. Now as a bi-sexual I must tell you that I love having a man's cock inside me; I love being full of his come and the feel of it dripping down my thighs. But if a man isn't available, well then, this toy can be a girl's best friend."

"You gonna put it in me?" Eve asked, licking her lips. There was no apprehension in her eyes, but a close look informed Mona that there was a flicker of pure unadulterated longing there.

"No," Mona said quietly as she loosened the belt. "You are going to put this on and fuck me."

"Ohhh!" Eve said and her eyes sparkled at the idea.

As Eve strapped the belt on, laughing giddily as the dildo flopped this way and that from her motions, Mona asked, "Have you decided which hole to put it in?"

Clearly she hadn't. "Umm, no, Miss Mona."

"Front," Mona pointed to her cunt, "Or, back." At this Mona turned around and leaned forward, presenting her ass for Eve's inspection.

"I think…" she paused for a second, "The back, yes, your ass. It is a delightful looking ass and I have already tasted your pussy, so I think I fuck you back there." Eve laughed, and shook the dildo with her hand. "I fuck the ass, yes."

"Come here then," Mona said, and when Eve was beside her, Mona applied a generous dose of lubricant to the dildo, and then a large dollop was slapped upon her ass. "Work some of that in with your finger, Eve."

"Mmmm, " Mona groaned as the finger slipped inside her rectum.

"I thought it would be tighter there," Eve said simply.

"John opened it a little. He used a couple fingers on me earlier. Perhaps you should try to get a couple in there now as well."

Eve was surprised at the ease with which her fingers were accepted by Mona's asshole. It took a little over a minute, but Mona's rectum soon gaped open and Eve was positive the dildo would fit with no trouble. She left her partner to go into the kitchen and wash the lubricant from her hands. As she walked seductively back into the living room, the phony cock bounced around in front of her body.

Mona giggled, bent over, and grabbed her ankles. "Can you see the target?"

Eve had to giggle at this for the target was certainly highly visible and for a moment Eve wanted to do nothing more than kiss it and suck on it, but the idea of her fucking this woman with a cock won out and she positioned herself directly behind Mona and whispered, "Here it comes!"




Amy Ch. 07



Both women were surprised at the ease of the strap-on's penetration. For Eve had both hands on Mona's hips, and after making certain the cockhead was centered on her anal bulls-eye, rammed it in.

On the third thrust, Eve had the dildo almost fully inserted. Satisfied that Mona was not in any real pain, she went to slow, deep thrusts similar to those John had used upon her.

Mona groaned and twisted around to clutch at Eve's breast. She had intended to pinch the nipple to counter the pain of the anal invasion, but there being no real pain to speak of, she settled for a mild, and very pleasant tweaking.

Eve recalled John's technique, and began to increase the tempo, What then surprised Eve was the fact that the dildo was also rubbing against her clit and that felt more than pleasant, it was in fact, bringing her to another orgasm. 

Mona was definitely close for a major come; her hair was matted to her forehead, and her incredible tits flopped from side to side with each of Eve's thrusts. Eve had one of them in her hand, mauling it as Mona grunted loudly signaling that she was almost there.

Eve's fucking went from fast to long, slow strokes, and Mona loved her even more for taking the fuck to unprecedented heights.

"Ohhh, gimme that fat cock!" Mona grunted.

Eve was panting from the strange exertion of fucking instead of being fucked, she was sure there was a difference, but couldn't pinpoint it.

For her part, Mona was unable to accept the fact that Eve had managed to keep the damn dildo inside her. When she had tried this on a young starlet only two weeks earlier she had had a devil of a time keeping it in. In fact, the director of the movie had almost canceled the scene because of it and here was a novice succeeding beyond Mona's farthest dreams.

"You like the way I am fucking?" Eve inquired.

"Ohhh yeah!"

"You like for me to squeeze your titties?"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

"And pinch those big nipples, eh?"

"Yes, yes… can… can you go faster? I'm almost there."

"Sure, I go faster!"

"Ugh! Like that?"

"Ugh! Yes!

"Or like…. UGH, this?"

"JESUS!"

Eve released Mona's huge breasts, and held onto her gyrating hips as she fucked the shit out of the grimacing, sneering movie star.

One of Mona's flouncing tits smacked her in the face, but she paid it no heed. She was more concerned that her legs were going to fail her soon, and worried that the plastic dick in her ass would fall out just as she came and ruin it for her.

"Eve," she huffed.

"Si," Eve panted.

"If you reach down and give the balls on the dildo a squeeze, it will seem that the dildo is coming and send sperm into my ass."

"Really? It does this?"

"Yes, hurry, do it. Give them a squeeze."

Eve's hand was already in motion, and she squeezed hard releasing the fluid stored in them, sending it surging through the fake cock and into Mona's asshole. 

As the liquid splashed against her rectum walls, Mona screamed out her orgasm and fell to the floor, pulling Eve who was still impaled in her along with her. They rolled over once, and the connection between them was broken as the strap-on popped free, although it continued spewing an opaque liquid all over the place until the device was emptied out.

Eventually the movie star recovered from her strap-on fucking, and she rolled to her knees. She smiled at Eve. "That my dear was a great fuck and you did it, not some man. Just goes to show you, you don't need a man all the damn time now, do you?"

"You gonna fuck me now Miss Mona?"

Mona gave a wane grin, held up her right hand and in a hoarse voice said, "How do you say it? No mas?"

Eve giggled. "You mean, "No More?"

"Exactly. No more. No mas, whatever."

She kissed Eve tenderly on the mouth, then the neck, shoulders, both breasts, and her belly button. "I have to leave now. But I do want to see you again. Do you feel the same about me?"

"Oh yes, Miss Mona. You name the time, I be there with the bells on." She was running her hand over her pussy as she spoke.

Mona moved away from Eve and closer to Amy's bedroom door.

"So, Eve, "I'm out of here," Mona said, hoping Amy heard her through the door, for she was sure the young girl was lurking there, listening.

"Amy, if you can hear me… perhaps I'll see you tomorrow. If not, then we'll meet again. You can count on it."

And in one sense Amy did hear her, for in her dreams she left Uncle John's throbbing member, and opened her arms to embrace her first movie star.



Amy Ch. 08



The following morning Amy woke with a start, not fully comprehending her whereabouts. As she rose from the bed and tossed the coverlet aside, she caught a glimpse of her image in the full-length mirror across the room. She wore a flimsy Teddy, one that she'd purchased with babysitting money she'd earned some six months back. She cupped her breasts and admired them for a moment before the night before and its momentous events came rushing back to her. Her hand went to her mouth, and she gently bit down on a finger as the scene flashed through her mind. Mona Lott and Eve doing things she only heard about before and Uncle John's hand… yes, he had touched her there and she… she had held him, wanting to….

Amy whirled away and took stock of the room to get the thoughts from her mind. She brushed her teeth, took a short shower, and was careful not to touch herself; at least she stayed far from her genitals. She picked a fresh bra from her suitcase, slipped into a sheer blouse and pulled on a pair of shorts, then donned a pair of tennis shoes to complete her ensemble. 

Taking a deep breath, she prepared herself to confront her uncle, and opened the bedroom door after placing the chair that had served as a barricade back in its rightful place.

The apartment appeared to be empty. Uncle John's bedroom door was wide open, and after peeking inside and looking in the kitchen, Amy assumed that he had gone to work. She checked the clock on the kitchen wall; saw that it was only 8:35, so she had not overslept. Picking up an apple from the fruit bowl on the counter, she meandered into the living room, taking a bite from the apple as she walked into the room that would live in her memory forever.

There on the sofa, lay Eve, sound asleep and still nude. Then Amy spied the belt around her waist, and thought it odd that the only thing Eve still wore was a belt. She moved closer, taking another bit of the apple. It wasn't just a belt, she quickly realized, it was a strap-on! For as she moved closer to Eve, Amy was able to see the long dildo lodged under Eve's stomach.

Suddenly Amy felt the same tingle in her pussy that she'd felt the night before, and she gasped in surprise, thinking, Why do I feel this way? What on earth's come over me?

The sound of her gasp woke Eve, who after rubbing her eyes, smiled up at Amy and said, "Good morning, Miss Amy. Do you know I was just dreaming about you?"

"You were? I mean good morning Eve."

Eve sat up, and appeared comfortable with her nudity in front of Amy.

"Yes, it was a delicious dream too. Would you like to hear about it?"

Amy was somewhat nervous about the proximity of Eve's nude body so close to her own. Apparently it registered on Eve, who crossed her legs and placed her arms over her breasts. Still the dildo flopped to one side, and when Eve crossed her arms; and it sprang to attention. Amy's eyes locked on it.

"Come sit by me. Mr. Prentice… he go to work at seven, but he say he call later."

The young teen decided that Eve was safe, and taking another deep breath, sat down beside her.

"So, these dream," Eve began, "you remember last night and me and Miss Mona, eh?"

"I… I'll never forget it."

"Me neither," Eve said with a smile, and her dark nipple popped out from under her arm. Amy saw it, but Eve didn't seem to notice. "Anyways, we sure got into it… and then of course you went to bed. I guess you got tired after such a long day."

Amy couldn't bring herself to believe that this Guatemalan girl was so naïve as to think that was the reason she'd fled the room and barricaded herself in the bedroom. Yet she seemed sincere enough. She decided to give her the benefit of the doubt.

Eve prattled on. "Mr. Prentice, he brought out some… how you call it, toys? Yes, it is toys he brings out to Miss Mona and me." She glanced down at the strap-on dildo that was pointed at the cleavage between her breasts and giggled. "This one for sure was a fun toy!"

"I'll bet," Amy said, as the memory of seeing Mona driving it into Eve's pussy came back in Technicolor. 

"Oh, I'm so sorry, have you had any breakfast yet, Miss Amy?"

"No, but I'm not really hungry right now." 

'Not for food anyway,' she thought, and wondered what had gotten into her.

"No food? Okay, you should feel this thing then," she said exposing her breasts as she reached down to grasp the long dildo. "Here take it in your hand."

Amy's inhibitions relaxed, and without another thought one way or another, she reached out and took the dildo in her hand. Other than not being as hot as Darren's, it felt pretty much the same. Hard and yet silky soft; unconsciously, she started to stroke it up and down.

"Umm, Miss Amy you're tickling my pussy doing that."

Startled, Amy said, "Ohhh," and released it.

Eve promptly seized it, and continued stroking it up and down. "Jeez. It really feels good this way, you know?"

"Miss Amy, would you like to taste it?"

"Umm, no, I don't…"

"Oh, come on. You know, it probably still has Miss Mona's flavor on it. I did it to her last night, you know?"

"You did it?"

"Yes," Eve giggled, "I fuck her with it, and did she ever come, oh my, did she come!"

The aspiring actress leaned forward and recaptured the dildo in her hand and after bringing it close to her mouth, spoke softly to Eve. "You won't tell anyone?"

"Oh, no, on my mother's grave I will tell no one," Eve swore.

Amy's mouth closed over the thick head of the dildo as her tongue lashed over the replication of a real penis. There is a distinct flavor there, and it's not plastic, it must be Mona. Oh, my God, that's her pussy I taste!

Eve looked on, not certain as to how to proceed, for she wanted to go down on this beautiful child-woman more than anything. And her eyes told her it might just be possible, for Amy was sucking away contentedly on the dildo and whether she realized it or not, she was only inches away from Eve's now very wet pussy.

"Here," Eve said softly, and tenderly guided Amy's head so that it retained contact with the dildo but allowed Eve to get closer to Amy's groin. Then, moving with almost imperceptible slowness, Eve began unbuttoning Amy's blouse.

As for Amy, she was lost in a haze of lust, trying with little success to deep-throat the dildo when she felt Eve's tongue licking and sucking on her navel. She immediately arched her back, thrusting her belly out to the Guatemalan, signaling Eve that she was game for whatever Eve had planned. 

The dusky hands of the maid flashed to Amy's bra and opened it, freeing her breasts. Amy quickly discarded the dildo, and moved lower, she had never had sex with a woman before, but knew intuitively that it would be lovely. Reaching out, she gently parted the thick, bush covering most of Eve's cunt, and spread her thick labia apart. Ever the actress, she memorized the sight before her, and took in the soft moans Eve was making as she anticipated what was to come.

Eve's loins began to pump toward Amy's face just as Amy's lithe tongue darted out, and with a flutter licked the sides of each labia in turn, so softly, Eve could have sworn a butterfly was doing the kissing.

As for Amy, her face was a mask of passion, contorted by her lust.

"Oh-my-God-do-it!" Eve pleaded, knowing the girl's cunnilingual talent was beyond her farthest expectations, and that a monumental orgasm was building inside her that would dwarf those of the night before. She glanced down and watched as Amy's tongue gracefully moved back and forth over her labia. Then she paused and looked back at Eve. 

"Am I doing this right?"

"You have the gift, you know? You are how they say… a natural at this!"

"Umm," Amy replied, and turned back to the slushy froth gushing from the genitals in front of her, and after burying her face between Eve's thighs, took a long suck, and swallowed, reveling in the wonderful taste of Eve's juices. 

Eve began to writhe under Amy's eager mouth; and wanting to return the favor, frantically ripped at Amy's shorts, popping a button and damaging the zipper in her zeal to uncover the young girl's cunt. 

Leaving the shorts on, but wide open, Eve pried Amy's lace panties to the side, noting in the process how her juices had matted to the lacy underwear. She giggled as she pried the sticky undies away, and then the Guatemalan maid took dead aim on Amy's twat, giving it a lovely suck, then ran her tongue along Amy's thigh before ending the sequence with a loving kiss right on her clit.

Amy almost swooned from the thrill that ricocheted throughout her system. From her clitoris to the tips of her nipples, to the lips of her mouth and back to her genital lips. The only thing Amy could think to do was reciprocate and that she did, laving her young tongue over Eve's swollen nub, causing the dusky girl to scream out in pleasure.

And when Amy took the stubby pink nubbin between her teeth and experimented with a light bite, Eve exploded with her climax. Instinctively, Amy released the love button and reached out to caress Eve's breasts, pulling and tugging at the dark, engorged nipples while Eve, still in the throes of her orgasm continued to writhe and grind her pussy against Amy's thighs.

As Eve began to calm down, Amy sat beside her on the sofa and continued to caress her breasts, finally leaning forward and kissing Eve on the lips. 

Eve's tongue quickly shot into Amy's mouth, and what began as a tentative kiss on Amy's part, turned into an inferno of a kiss, as each woman's tongue tried to outdo the other.

On ending the kiss, Eve gulped in some much needed air and said, "Miss Amy, I have never come like that before. How did you know what to do and when to do it?"

A flush spread over Amy's lush body as she replied. "I have never even seen anyone else's clit before. It… it looked so appealing to me that I had to suck on it." 

At this point, the still as yet unsatisfied teen ran her own finger across her slit, marveling at how wet she was. "You must know…" she murmured as the finger deftly slipped inside her and began to move this way and then that.

Eve watched intently as Amy unabashedly masturbated in front of her.

Amy continued her brief confession, "That I… I've never been with a woman before, and only once with a guy. In fact, I'm still a virgin." She was embarrassed at revealing this fact, but strangely not at all concerned about fingering herself in front of Eve.

She quivered as her finger brushed over her clit, and that galvanized Eve into action. "Here," Eve said, taking hold of Amy's hand and gently removing it from her juicy cunt. "Let me return the favor, and please, I'm so sensitive right now, don't do anything but lay back and enjoy."

Needless to say, Eve was a very enthusiastic lover. She began by licking the teen's instep, and slowly, ever so slowly, moved to Amy's toes, taking each into her mouth and sucking gingerly upon them. Moments later, Eve moved to her calves, licking, nipping and kissing her way north to the backs of Amy's knees. 

For Amy's part, it was as if she were hallucinating; almost but not quite able to feel Eve's entire body just through her hands and mouth as they caressed and kissed their way past Amy's thighs and hips. 

Eve was also deep in a sexual maze, caring only for the body part she was attacking at the moment. For now, all she cared about was the sweet-tasting nipple in her mouth. 

Both girls moaned with pure pleasure as the Guatemalan girl sucked first the entire areola, then released it, only to nip gently on Amy's nipple, pulling at it initially, then applying increasing pressure with her teeth.

To Amy the feeling was exquisite.

Eve moved to Amy's other breast and gave it the same tender treatment. Amy's hips began to gyrate, and the odor of her intense arousal drew Eve ever lower.

Eve paused as she reached Amy's fair tufted mons and admired the long flowery petals of her pussy; the color of her sex more red than pink, except for the larger outer folds which were rust colored. But it was Amy's thick clitoris that seemed to summon Eve's mouth first, absorbing the first tentative kiss before mashing her face into the film of white glistening wetness of her cunt's opening.

"Argh!" Amy screamed, as Eve's tongue laved her most sensitive parts.

Startled at the cry, Eve tore her mouth away, and glanced upward to see the teen's fair hair in disarray and her face a deep crimson. As she returned to Amy's vortex, Eve ever so briefly, felt Amy's wetness on her face, and then it was gone as she flicked the tip of her tongue against Amy's beckoning clit and wrought another howl of delight from the young girl.

Acting as though she were starving, Eve used her fingers to pull at the hood of Amy's clit to free the head. Lost in her lust, Eve began muttering in Spanish as she sucked on the delicate nub of sensual delight.

Amy locked her thighs around Eve's head, and they rolled over to lie on their sides with Eve's face buried between the teen's thighs, sucking furiously on Amy's vulva.

A minute or so later, Eve was compelled to pull back and fill her lungs with air. When she returned to Amy's pussy it was from the rear side, and after giving Amy's cunt several lascivious sucks, she giggled out of pure mischief and put her talented tongue to work between the crevices of Amy's ass. 

Amy shuddered, for her climax was coming to a boil. Her knees were now wide apart; her hips rolling slowly and her throat making a gargling noise of pleasure as she instinctively waited what was to come next. 

With Eve now crouching behind Amy's ass, she found her own heart pounding as well, for she was about to do something to bring pleasure to this woman-child that she had never even considered doing before and yet she couldn't bring herself not to pleasure the teen this way. And so she began to work her tongue into the groove and around her anus as Amy writhed in front of her. Eve was surprised to see that Amy was masturbating again; her fingers sliding up and down her folds, with the occasional side trip to her clit. But then Eve abandoned herself to the task at hand and initially nuzzled her way into the puckered anus, then licked it, surprised that the taste was not what she had expected, and not being repelled by it, delved further, licking it and finally forcing her tongue into the small, tight orifice, eliciting a mighty moan from Amy who began to shake as her orgasm arrived.

Highly aroused herself, Eve reached between her legs to find her own clit and rubbed it furiously, ignoring the previous sensitivity as she lost herself in Amy's ass, and came hard.

Amy must have sensed it too, for she increased her own stimulation and hoping to do the same for Eve, humped her ass hard against Eve's mouth. For a split second Eve reacted to the new pressure by flashing back to a moment in her own youth when her face had been mashed into a split mango.

"SUCK ME!" Amy screamed, as the second wave of her orgasm began to overwhelm her.

And Eve did so, eventually returning to Amy's warm, frothy juices as she scoured her cunt once again. Sucking and licking, north, south, east and west; back to the very edge of her anus, only to backtrack to the fat nub of her clit. Sucking and licking. Licking and sucking. 

"SUCK ME!"

"OH, GOD!"

"OH, I ADORE YOU!"

And trembling and jerking, Amy continued her climax, holding Eve's head in place as she pumped her loins against Eve's ever loving mouth.

As for Eve, she was enthralled with the taste and scent issuing forth from Amy's facile cunt. Her nose was pressed tightly against Amy's clit as she kept sucking the endless supply of juices seeming to spew from the virgin cunt. 

Amy went into a minor convulsion as yet another orgasm ripped through her and she felt herself beginning to burn with the thrill of it all.

Quite frankly she was amazed at how well Eve was sucking her pussy. 'Did all women do it that well? Did they, having cunt's of their own, instinctively know how to suck? For Eve was much better than Darren had been.' But as the thought played out in her mind she understood it had been his first time going down and Eve had at least last night's session with Mona. If indeed that was her first time?'

Taking a deep breath as her orgasm began to fade she wondered if the thrills were so intense because the act itself was perverted and naughty. 

But Eve continued her assault, licking lightly along the folds before stabbing her tongue in as far as possible and then fixing her mouth over the entirety of Amy's cunt.

Then as another slight thrill rushed though her body she determined that it really didn't matter--only the feeling mattered, and that feeling was one of ecstasy. 

And she came hard, one last glorious time and Eve rolled away from her gasping for breath and satisfaction. 

Fifteen minutes later Amy wearing only her blouse was sitting at the dining room table while Eve, still naked, prepared breakfast for the two of them.

"After this I draw you a nice bath, Miss Amy," the maid said casually before taking a dainty bite of her toast.

"I'd like that, but it really isn't necessary, you know."

"It is part of my duties. I do it for Mr. Prentice, I can do for you too."

"All right, but we're not going to fool around anymore . . . I'm so tender down here," and she gestured to her pussy.

"Meow, meow," Eve giggled, "the pussy so sore, eh?"

Both girls giggled in tandem.

The buzzer from the lobby rang and Eve ran to the intercom. 

"Yes?"

"Eve? Hi, George, the doorman, here," the voice had a slightly British accent.

"Si, George?"

"Package for a Miss Prentice? I know its Mr. Prentice and . . ."

"It is his niece, George, please to send it up, thank you."

"Very good, Eve. The lady will be right up."

The girls looked at one another and then both raced to find some clothes with which to greet the delivery-girl.

"Isn't that unusual?" Amy asked as she pulled her shorts back on.

"Not really… well, maybe, but in New York anything can happen. Is wonderful city and horrible city at same time."

The apartment chime sounded and Eve went to the door and answered it in professional fashion.

"Yes?"

A woman in her thirties, looking a little frazzled held a box out to Eve. "This is a dress for Miss Amy Prentice."

Amy stepped into the room as Eve accepted the box.

"I'm Miss Prentice, what is it?"

"Well, you're the lucky girl, eh?"

"I don't understand," Amy said.

"Well let's open the box shall we? Perhaps it will be clearer then."

They moved to the dining room table and Eve quickly opened the box. 

Amy saw that it was a black dress with an Yves Saint Laurent label unmistakably visible to even the most casual of on-lookers.

"Yves Saint Laurent," the woman said, as if neither girl could read.

"I know," Amy said, wishing that Eve would stop gawking at the dress. She didn't want this woman to have the satisfaction of knowing this was her first prized dress, and seemed to be carrying it off, for the woman stopped talking about the dress and asked if she would please try it on.

"All right," Amy responded, and took the dress in both hands and retired to her bedroom. Once inside she called out to Eve, "Ask the lady if she'd like a cup of coffee, or something stronger, please."

In the privacy of her bedroom Amy slipped the dress on and saw herself in the mirror. It was a perfect fit, size 6 and she spent the next few minutes adjusting her breasts, bending this way and that to make certain they wouldn't flop out of the low cut top; fixing her hair and admiring the dress from different angles.

Then it hit her. He was going to seduce her this night; wearing this dress and she felt the heat rush into her loins. For a moment she toyed with the idea of having Eve take her once again, but quickly decided to spend the rest of the day readying herself for Uncle John.




Amy Ch. 08



She threw her head back and thought again of his member, how it felt in her hand and how it would feel as it penetrated her, shattering her hymen and bringing her to one glorious climax after another. On coming to her senses once again, Amy realized just how wet she was and fearing she might stain the dress with her juices, ran into the bathroom, grabbed a fistful of tissues and mopped herself dry.

When she was ready to face her audience, for that's what the actress in her demanded, she threw open the door and walked into the room, her dazzling appearance elicited a gasp of wonder from Eve and an admiring nod from the woman who brought the dress.

"Stunning," the woman said. "The dress was made for you. Mr. Prentice wasn't sure, but I must admit he did know what he was doing in having me bring it over personally."

And that was when Amy realized this woman owned the store the dress came from. "Thank you very much for taking the time to deliver it yourself. I appreciate it and I'm certain Mr. Prentice does too."

The woman put down her cup and left after assuring Amy that if any adjustments were required to bring the dress in and it would receive immediate attention.

After the woman left, Eve began babbling about how beautiful Amy looked in the dress. But Amy, always style conscious, knew this. Still she was amazed to be wearing such a stunning piece at this point in her life. This was what, or at least part of what she had dreamed of for years, and it was literally a dream come true.

The last two days had indeed been a springboard to her new career and it had only started.

Against Eve's protests Amy removed the dress and decided to take a bath. She had called her Uncle, but learned he was unavailable until three in the afternoon.

Eve helped her with the bath, in fact wanted to join Amy in the large tub, but Amy found the means to decline. Still Eve insisted on washing her and did so to Amy's chagrin and delight, in that order. It was while Eve was running a sponge over Amy's breasts that the intercom sounded again and Eve went to answer.

Another deliveryman had arrived. Amy glanced at the clock on the wall and saw that an hour had passed since the dress arrived. Eve handled the exchange this time and brought the package into the bathroom.

"Open it, please," Amy requested, as she dried her hands on a towel. And the Guatemalan maid did so. The box contained two items, a pair of Gucci shoes that were a perfect match with the dress and a pair of black pearl earrings. 

"Oh!" Amy exclaimed, rising from the tub, for she was truly shocked at both the shoes and the earrings. They, along with the black dress meant that she would be dressed this night as well as the most fashionable women in the world. 'And,' she told herself, 'I'll look a lot better than most of them too.'

Eve quickly began drying Amy off in order that she try on the ensemble and entertain the both of them.

Amy spent the rest of the afternoon staying out of Eve's way as the maid completed her duties, having insisted that Amy not help in any way. And at four the doorman buzzed them again.

"Another package for Miss Prentice," he said. This time it was a matched set of black pearls to go with the earrings. Only after Amy had them around her neck, and both girls were "Oooing" and "Ahhing," did Amy see the note in the box.

Quickly she picked it up and read it. Eve looked on and saw Amy's hands begin to shake.

"What is?" She asked and reached out as Amy handed it to her. Eve read the one short sentence written unmistakably in John Prentice's hand.





Amy Ch. 09



Amy spent the rest of the afternoon staying out of Eve's way as she completed her duties, having insisted that Amy not help in any way. And at four the doorman buzzed them again.

"Another package for Miss Prentice," he said. This time it was a matched set of black pearls to go with the earrings. Only after Amy had them around her neck, and both girls were "Oooing" and "Ahhing," did Amy see the note in the box.

Quickly she picked it up and read it. Eve looked on and saw Amy's hands begin to shake.

"What is?" She asked and reached out as Amy handed it to her. Eve read the one short sentence written unmistakably in John Prentice's hand.





Amy Ch. 09



Remember I'm tied to the damn bed while this is going on and that only added to the excitement of the moment. His tongue . . . well it penetrated far more than anyone would think it could. But it never felt anything like a cock. No, it had a different feeling, more like a snake was crawling inside me and it literally scared the shit out of me while at the same time I never craved anything more in my life.

Anyways, when it, his tongue that is, brushed ever so gently over my throbbing clit, I saw stars and came. He waited for me to recover my senses and then did it again. More stars and I came a second time.

This time when I came down from the clouds my body wouldn't stop jerking. Every touch upon me brought another series of shuddering spasms. Some caused mini orgasms some didn't. But I knew in my heart of hearts that this was going to be the most memorable night of my fucking life and I mean that… my whole fucking life!"

By this time the juice flowing from my cunt were soaking the part of the bed that my earlier drooling hadn't. 

Zolton laughed. He had a great laugh, by the way, and said "You are a very hot blooded woman. I enjoy being with you very much."

"And to think you're getting paid to do it too," I said.

"Is wonderful country, America," he added and then sucked my clit into his mouth and brought me off in an explosive climax from which I passed out.

When I revived he was not on the bed with me. My eyes searched the room and found him returning from the bathroom. He was wearing a condom and I tried to prepare myself for a magnificent fuck.

He clambered back on the bed and straddled me, his huge testicles dangling above my open, hungry mouth, just out of reach.

He laughed and said," Maybe later… maybe."

Then he did something strange, he removed the condom and tossed it aside.

"I think you are clean. Are you?"

"Yes," I sputtered, embarrassed at having to answer the question, especially coming from a professional prostitute. "And you?" I asked in return.

"Rest assured," was all he said. And somehow I found his words comforting. I never doubted him for a moment.

I watched as he squeezed his cock and force a drop of pre-cum from the tip to his finger. He studied it for a moment and then offered it to my lips. 

"Would you like this?" He asked, waving the finger in front of my face. 

I thought of poor Oliver Twist as I replied, "Oh, yes, please!" and licked my lips anxiously.



Amy Ch. 10



Mona continued with her sordid tale, and John and Amy listened intently.

Zolton told me "I will give it to you, but only if you behave. Do you understand?" 

I understood alright, and quickly nodded.

"I'm going to untie your hands for just a moment," he told me and did, but promptly pulled me up to a sitting position and then tied my wrists together in front of me. Then, holding my arms above my head with one hand, he gently mauled my breasts, especially my enlarged nipples." Mona flicked each one in turn for the benefit of her audience before continuing.

Just when I thought I would die from an agonizing longing for his cock, this God must have read my mind, for he fed it to me. Well I was able to use my hands even though they were tied together, but I did need his assistance. I must have lunged at his massive dick, because it missed my mouth and nearly knocked my eye out. Only then did he hold it out for me to take into my yearning mouth.





Amy Ch. 11



John reached into his jacket and produced yet another gift for Amy.

Amy didn't notice it at first, being preoccupied with the serious itching emanating from her pussy. She was sopping wet, from the story, from what she expected to happen to her shortly, from the touch of Mona's lips upon her pussy; from all sorts of things.

Eventually, Mona made ready to leave and John called Eve in and told her she was finished for the night and to leave the dishes for morning.

Mona smiled at the young servant and invited her to join her at Mona's apartment to watch a movie. Eve readily accepted, and they left arm in arm.

Amy knew what was in store for Eve, and wondered just what was in store for her. But took comfort in the fact that it wouldn't be long until she knew. 

Chapter Eleven

"Amy," John said his voice husky with yearning and desire "would you like to dance with me?" 

Amy put her glass down and nodded, managed a smile while feeling so incredibly sexy that her whole body was tingling as she rose up from the table. He took her hand and led her into the middle of the room and pulled her close to him, entwining his fingers through hers. Appropriately enough, and completely by chance, the music was Don Henley's 'The End of Innocence.'

As they swayed slowly, she pressed her cheek against his, sighing softly in his ear. All her senses were filled with him, with his smell and his breathing and the rough texture of his wool jacket beneath her fingertips. 

And as far as John was concerned, Amy was everything he'd thought she would be. As he rubbed his hand up and down her back, he was very much aware of just how close she was and caught himself before he pushed too hard, chiding himself to take his time with the seduction. 

Amy's body was on fire at every single spot along her front where their bodies touched. The tips of her breasts sizzled where they flattened against his chest. Her belly was a boil where it rubbed against his belt. The inside of her right thigh crackled with electricity from the slightest pressure of his leg. And then came the moment when they stood there unmoving, their eyes locked together. Amy could hear his breathing, and listened to see if she could hear her own as well. She could and was surprised at how ragged it sounded to her.

"Are you okay?" she asked, leaning back to look at him.

"Oh yeah," he said wondering when his voice became an octave higher.

He moved his head forward and kissed her softly, tasting the sweetness of her lips. The kiss was soft, almost innocent. He couldn't believe he was finally kissing her and as he pushed his lips harder against hers, she parted her lips, allowing him to taste her. 

As the kiss went into its thirtieth second, Amy cried out softly as he increased the pressure of the kiss. To Amy's mind, he was now devouring her, his mouth swallowing her, his hands engulfing her back, her shoulders, and her waist. As he deliberately walked her backwards into his bedroom Amy submerged herself in him, her senses never more keen or alert --- breathing him in through her nostrils; tasting his tongue and feeling his awesome heat as his tongue licked her teeth and gums.

His free arm wrapped around her waist and hers went around his neck as the kiss continued to deepen. He moaned against her mouth as she pressed her body back against his. 

When she finally pulled away, her lips were still half parted, as were her eyelids. The sight of her took his breath away. He let go of her hand and ran his through her hair, then pulling her mouth harder against his own, teeth against teeth. 

Amy's body melted against his. They pulled away only because each had to breathe and couldn't and while gasping for breath, stared at each other in awe. 

John had never, ever felt remotely like this before.

Amy couldn't possibly define how she felt. There were simply too many signals and sensations coursing through her mind and body to process.

He cupped her face, stroking her cheeks with his thumbs. "You have no idea what you do to me," he whispered softly before pulling her back to kiss her again. His tongue traced over her lips, flicking at the corners of her mouth before he sucked on her bottom lip. 

Amy's grip around his waist tightened as his tongue moved into her mouth and stroked hers. Her body moved against his, still swaying slightly, only not to the music anymore, but to the music their bodies had started to play.

And then Amy moaned from the depths of her soul into his mouth as the kiss grew deeper and more passionate. 

After maneuvering her to the center of the large master bedroom, John slowly began lowering the upper portion of her dress. And trembling with a combination of fear, anticipation and desire Amy closed her eyes.

Amy listened to his voice and felt his body hard against hers. She tried to concentrate on what he was telling her but it was useless. His breath was against her cheek, and then her neck, as he held her with one arm around her waist.

She stood there, almost in tears, bared breasts exposed to his view; frozen unless one considered the wavering of her still trembling legs. 

What would she do? 

She decided to remove the rest of her clothing. She was proud of her youth, knew she possessed a stunning body and wanted him to see it. Even so, her mouth went dry as she began to peel the lovely dress from her body, and she shivered as the garment brushed her forearm a second before floating away from her body. All the while, her eyes never left his, then slowly, very slowly her eyelashes moved downward and she closed her eyes signifying total surrender. 

She heard a low rumble from the man who stood in front of her, and then felt the touch of something soft, something very delicate, something wet. Amy was utterly transported. She would have fallen over had John not anticipated it and braced her back with one hand, steadying her until she regained her balance. Her eyes remained shut as she savored the feel of his tongue as it traced the curvature of each breast. 

An eternity later, Amy realized his hands were roaming over her torso and kisses were being bestowed along her shoulder and her bare back. She responded by arching her back, spreading her legs slightly apart to gain better balance. She realized after a time that the tremors had subsided, and she let the sensuality of it all wash over her.

"This may take a while," John said and for the first time Amy was able to detect some nervousness on his part. And she laughed. It was nervous and shaky, but it was a solid laugh nonetheless.

"I've got lots of time," she rasped, her voice betrayed her own nervousness to him. 

"Don't think of anything but me," he husked and kissed her again, his tongue hot and lingering in her mouth. Then he removed her shoes, the last item of clothing other than the pearls he had bought her that day. 

Then for security more than anything else, she closed her eyes, and her breath caught in her throat as his just spoken words registered on her consciousness.

"Think of no one but me, my darling Amy."

"Take me," she said, her voice a mere shadow of itself. And on feeling the sudden suction at her left nipple, moaned loudly enough so that Mona and Eve who stood outside the apartment listening at the door heard it and embraced each other and shared a wild kiss, before finally racing upstairs to Mona's apartment. Amy shrieked again a moment later from the jolt of electricity that hit her when he lightly nibbled on her with the edge of his teeth. But the eavesdroppers were gone off to make their own moans.

Summoning up courage she didn't think she had, Amy peeked down through her lashes at the dark head at her breast; at the contrast between his dark chestnut brown hair and tanned neck and the alabaster white of her breasts; at the sparkling whiteness of his teeth and the pink of her areole just a split second before his mouth swallowed it up. She reached out and ran her spread fingers through his chestnut mane, pulling him to her and forcing her breast deeper into his magical mouth. 

'Suck me,' she thought. 'Eat me, gobble me up.' She was lost in the midst of an unparalleled elation.

With the bliss and pleasure and passion evident on her face, Amy wondered what the ultimate penetration would be like, for this oral stimulation had already surpassed the night with Darren and his hungry mouth and teeth. 

A confused look crossed her face as John finally left off the peak of her breast and sank to his knees before her. The look changed to one of pleasant surprise and wonder as his hands traveled over her feet and up her legs. Now a new sensation washed over her and her skin prickled and tingled from the sweet caresses of his fingers on that virtually unexplored part of her anatomy.

When he reached her knees and softly pushed them apart, her breath quickened and then nearly stopped. With a gasp that was almost a sob she welcomed his touch and nearly tottered and fell over, but for John's intervention in helping her maintain her balance.

Amy opened her eyes and then realizing where his hand was going, quickly squeezed her eyes shut and tried not to collapse as his fingers found her pubic hair and traced the hidden opening to her sex. 

Her knees, weakened with excitement, wavered, but she fought it off and summoned the inner strength to remain standing as he spread her open with his fingers. And then she jerked in amazement as she felt something warm, wet and flexible slithering up the inner edges of her pussy. Amy released a cry of intense pleasure as his tongue dipped into her. It was such a delicate touch, a mere flicking of his oral muscle that any comparison she might have made with Darren's technique fell by the wayside. 

This was better, she thought, infinitely better. And she shuddered with a mixture of delight and surprised excitement as his tongue moved upward until its pointed tip lightly brushed over her clit. 'Darren hadn't done that, no way had he even come close to doing that!' she thought.

And John remained there, seeming fixated on her tiny nubbin, licking it, kissing it and sucking it. Slowly, slowly, tantalizingly slow it moved over her clitoris and suddenly there was urgency to his kissing and sucking, and the sheer pleasure of it all seemed too much for Amy to bear --- the enormity of ecstasy overwhelming and she sank to the floor in a heap.

John never hesitated, picking her up in his arms he carried her to the bed and lay her down, then knelt on the floor in front of her, raised her legs so that they were supported on his shoulders, and then intensified his cunnilingus while Amy groaned. A minute later, the groans turned into screams as every fiber of her body was throbbing with waves of incredible pleasure that emanated from her sex --- all from the rhythm of his mouth and tongue. And as she thrashed about in unparalleled joy she realized he had a finger in her rectum and didn't care how nasty it was, for Amy it only added to the vast storehouse of pleasure she was enjoying. 

Then, for a split second, everything seemed to stop. And then, every pore of her body was filled with an undiluted pleasure that went on and on and on.

Amy never heard herself screaming out her joy as he brought on her magnificent climax. And only when it began to ebb did she realize what had actually transpired.

Her throat was raw from screaming, her body was suddenly cold from the sheen of sweat that covered it. Opening her eyes she saw John undressing in front of her, his manhood erect and pointed directly at her. She knew she loved this man, her uncle, for only love could have brought her to this wonderful point.

Then he was beside her, gently stroking her face. 

"I wanted you from the first moment I saw you," he whispered to her ear.

His words brought on an ache that she realized was a longing and need that only one thing could satisfy. She wanted more than anything to be able to feel him inside her; to hold him and squeeze him and stroke him and suck him. But that thought evaporated with a slightly painful gasp of surprise as his beautiful cock slid inside her, severing her hymen. And yet, almost instantaneously, wave after wave of pure ecstasy washed through her body. Amy was transported to some place beyond the stars. 

As the wonderful sensations bombarded her body she dreamily thought 'who would have imagined that sex would be so wonderful!' She had been looking at his beautiful hard cock, lined with blue veins, and with its red tip just beginning to appear beyond his stretched foreskin --- was committing it to memory, when it disappeared into her with a distinct "pop". 

And then, as her tissues parted under his slow but insistent thrusting, Amy thought she would die from the exquisite pleasure that rolled through her body. 

She filed away some of the perceptions of the moment --- the feel of his balls slapping against her bottom; felt him tense, and his cock loom even harder and thicker as he began pounding her with his primeval need --- again and again and again – until a series of convulsions rippled through her causing Amy to think her body was now composed of butter and honey. Except that her pussy was squeezing him and how could that be? If she was all mush down there where was this tremendous strength coming from? Amy had no answer; had no time to think it through, for John was suddenly, inexplicably, growing even bigger inside her and then . . . she felt the first scalding spurt of his sperm into her pussy, coating the walls with its magnificent, life bearing heat. 

They lay there for a time, John recovering his breath and senses; Amy coming down from the clouds with a host of questions that would go unasked and unanswered for some time to come. But for the moment she was content to listen to his breathing as he rested his head on her breast. Several minutes passed thusly and then Amy decided he was heavy atop her, and shifted her body to a more comfortable position. Gingerly her hand moved to her center and felt the stickiness there. 'That's his saliva and my juices and his come she thought giddily. He had gone down on her and deflowered her and she had loved every second of it. It had been the greatest time of her young life and she couldn't wait to do it again.

Without a word, Amy straddled his body and guided the tip of his precious prick into her hungry cunt. 

"So soon?" John murmured, and sank back to let her do as she wished with him.

Slowly, and with great care, Amy lowered herself down upon him. He was semi-hard as he entered her moistness and she savored the series of delicious sensations surging through her as his thickening prick grew ever larger and longer. She sat still for a minute to allow herself to adjust to him, then leaned forward and began rocking her pelvis back and forth while slowly swinging her breasts and dragging her nipples across his face.

"Hang on," he said, gruffly as he wrapped his arms tightly around her. Then he rolled them over. Suddenly Amy felt fear, for she had lost control, but the fear vanished with his next words, "I'm going to give you the fucking of your life!"

Taking Amy's legs, he flipped them expertly to his shoulders and slammed himself into her. He drove deeper with each frantic thrust and soon it seemed as if a giant tidal wave was building within her loins.

From a great distance, Amy clearly heard a woman's voice crying out, "Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" 

And at the same instant her huge orgasm washed over her, she realized the voice was hers.

Once again Amy felt the flood of molten sperm cascading along her vaginal walls and along with it came a series of climaxes ricocheting in its aftermath.

******

He let her legs down and they lay tightly wrapped in each other's arms as he rained little love kisses on her cheeks, nose and lips. She cried out at the loss as his cock was finally expelled from her juicy cunt, for she had wanted the moment to last forever. 

Amy couldn't wait until the next day when she could tell Eve all about it. Then she wondered just what Eve and Mona were doing upstairs and she fell asleep thinking about them making love in all sorts of unusual manner. 



Amy Ch. 12



The two women almost fell through the entrance to Mona's apartment in their haste to quench the heady desire that had engulfed them. 

Once inside, Mona reached out to the young Guatemalan and grasped her blouse, pulling it tight against her stomach and breasts. Then her hands were at Eve's skirt, fiddling with the zipper, pulling it down to form a pool at the girl's feet, as Eve herself was shucking the blouse over her head, not having bothered to open all the buttons. 

Both women were breathing heavily already, aroused by the earlier sounds emanating from John's bedroom when he took Amy's virginity and the current thoughts of what pleasures lay ahead for the two of them this evening.

Mona frowned with concentration as she encountered a problem. Her nipple stretchers caught on the fabric of her top and she attempted to free it before tearing the material. Eve smiled, and taking hold of Mona's reluctant nipple, freed the fabric and giggled as Mona tossed the top aside.

Eve's mouth closed on Mona's left nipple as the porno star wriggled out of her skirt. She wore nothing underneath except her shoes, which she kicked off one by one. 

"Is like kissing someone with braces," Eve giggled. 

"I never thought of it that way," Mona said and laughed along with the maid. 

"But is delicious all the more," Eve said and bit lightly upon the taut nubbin. 

"OH, YES!" Mona groaned happily. "That's what they're for --- bite the suckers! Suck my babies!" 

"OH, YEAH, SUCK 'EM!" 

While Eve played and suckled her breasts, Mona maneuvered both of them over to a big low chair and sat down. She held Eve's head between her hands to allow Eve to continue sucking and then released her face in order to remove Eve's bra and underwear. 

Once Eve was entirely nude, Mona's hands roamed over her lithe body, caressing her back, her ass and finally traveling over the tuft of black pubic hair that adorned her mound. 

"Oh yes!" Eve moaned out of the side of her mouth as Mona's middle finger briefly delved along her moistened labia; and then moved quickly away to the backs of her knees. 

At first Eve moaned at the loss, but drew quiet as the older woman shimmied her closer and closer, until Eve's legs were straddling her thighs. Then Eve scooted the remaining distance to Mona's lap. Mona placed her hands on Eve's head and guided her back to her moistened areola.

Eve drew on each breast in turn, sucking harder and harder. 

"Jesus Christ!" Mona gasped, "Keep that up and I'll come from having my tits sucked!" 

Eve laughed delightedly, but never took her mouth from the deliciously elongated nipple held between her teeth. 

"Oh Christ!" Mona exclaimed, "Do me, baby! Do me!" 

Releasing the bud from between her teeth, Eve gasped, "Oh, yes! I do you good. I do you everywhere, hokay?" 

Mona stifled a laugh and replied, "Hokay, baby, do me!" 

With an alacrity that startled the more experienced Mona, Eve proceeded to do just that. Abandoning her magnificent breasts for the moment, Eve moved to the lobes of Mona's ears, nipping and licking each in turn and sending a torrent of ecstatic sensations through Mona's nervous system. Next came the hollow of her neck, which Eve kissed and sucked until a series of hickies were left in her path. With a long sigh, Eve moved on, returning ever so briefly to the pillows of Mona's breasts, kneading them and biting at the very tip before moving on to the plains of her stomach. 

"Oh, God, don't stop," Mona moaned. "I love it! I love it!" 

Eve continued to kiss and lick and bite and suck down to the juncture between Mona's legs, deceiving the enraptured older woman by not going to her center, but passing by to bite, nip and kiss her inner thighs, each in turn and moving south leaving her hot flesh only for the split second it took to switch from one leg to the other. 

"I may be coming!" Mona gasped, "I can't believe that's possible. My tits yeah, that happened once but this . . . this is . . ." 

Eve was sucking gently on the hollow of Mona's left knee. 

"Jesus! I'm coming! I'm fuckin' coming!" 

Even as Mona's hand went to her clit and rubbed frantically to prolong the orgasm ripping through her body, Eve never stopped, moving to the other knee even as Mona's hips gyrated wildly. 

Eve paused briefly to move even lower, to the tender skin between the tendons of Mona's ankle and then her heel and finally to her toes; sucking them, licking the crotch between them, eliciting loud cries of delight from the still orgasming Mona. 

When Eve bit the arch of her left foot, Mona had a shuddering climax and wondered where this youngster had learned these tactics of making love, for Mona had certainly been around, but never, ever had experienced anything remotely like what Eve was doing to her. 

Her hands went out to lay a series of gentle caresses on Eve's head and shoulders as the Guatemalan girl retraced her way back. Eve took special care to move slowly, agonizingly slowly. Higher and higher, she moved, but slower still, as if saying, "I'm coming to eat you, I am, I am." 

Mona was trembling with anticipation as Eve's face pressed against the inner sides of her thighs, betwixt her shaven nest, and cried out joyfully when Eve blew gently on her folds. 

Using a much faster velocity, Eve's tongue burrowed between the folds, which were wet and opened readily. Eve licked higher and the little man in the boat stood up to receive the gentle licks of her fastidious tongue as it swept the boat clean of any refuse that might have gathered in a nook or nearby cranny. 

Mona cried out and held Eve's head to her cunt, clenching her ears between her thighs and came for the third time. 

Perhaps three or four minutes of bliss passed. Their eyes met again and they moved into another torrid kiss. They were still kissing when Mona, having recovered slightly, sought to repay the young girl and sent an educated finger downward and separated Eve's labia to send the finger out to penetrate Eve's juicy cunt. 

"OH, MISS MONA!" Eve shouted joyfully. 

The new movements forced them to shift their bodies somewhat, but Mona kept the finger moving and soon added a second and then a third, as Eve grew even wetter. All the while, Eve's hips were churning into those lovely fingers, trying to capture their full length inside her. 

Mona's free hand was now busy squeezing and kneading the flesh of Eve's ass and Eve obviously loved the play, rough as it was. 

They were both perspiring although their movement was limited. It was never clear who increased the pace first, but Eve was holding Mona's shoulders tightly as she rocked back and forth until Mona's fingers switched to Eve's clit causing Eve to come. It wasn't an earth-shattering orgasm, but one that came with a delightful suddenness, catching the young girl by surprise, almost from the first touch of Mona's finger over her stiff, hooded nub. 

Mona knew what she was doing and kept at it, dragging her fingertip slowly from between Eve's legs towards her clit, causing Eve to inhale quickly in anticipation of the forthcoming sensations and moan loudly when the finger actually began to circle around her aroused nubbin.

"Madre Mia!" Eve sighed. "I . . . think . . . I'm coming!" 

Mona laughed raucously and quickly exposed Eve's stiff clit to her view and started to tap on it quickly with a fingertip. The reaction was immediate; Eve clenched her thighs over Mona's hand. Her face was in a kind of grimace as she coped with the overwhelming vibrations between her legs. 

Aside from their heavy breathing, the only sound in the room was that of Eve's thighs slapping back and forth onto Mona's hands as they moved even faster. Mona struggled to keep her busy fingers inside her friend. Then Eve was pushing down on her hand and, groaning loudly, came hard. 

Mona quickly reacted by sending the three fingers deep into Eve's cunt heightening the orgasm even more. 

And just as Eve was coming down from her wonderful climax, Mona sent her tongue plunging into her wet, velvety hole, pausing only long enough to sample the wonderful scent the aroused Guatemalan girl was giving off. 

Eve's hands had clumps of Mona's hair in them, threatening to pull them out by their roots, and Mona had to stop and calm her enough so that she released them before returning to devour the girl once more.

Eve was unable to resist this treatment, and could only tremble and moan her anxious pleasure. Mona tore her mouth from Eve's genitals and, slithering up her body, found her mouth and kissed her hungrily. In the midst of this torrid kiss, Mona maneuvered herself so that she was on top of the prostrate girl. Both found the heat of their bodies intense and began to squirm as one; gasping as their cunt's ground wetly together.

"Oh yeah!" Mona groaned.

"Oh, my . . . Madre Mia!" The youthful Guatemalan sobbed. She wrapped her thighs around Mona's hips causing their breasts to squash tightly and flattened out as the porno star began a fierce rutting that Eve promptly picked up on and joined. Their juicy cunt's slithered over each other with such rapidity that both began to climax at the same time. 

"Is sooo wild!" Eve screamed delightedly.

"Bet your ass its wild!" Mona replied huskily as they spasmed wildly against one another. A long minute later they lay still, entangled in each other limbs. 

***

Meanwhile, Janice, John Prentice's receptionist and girl Friday, was sitting alone at the Ivy Cottage Lounge nursing her third gin and tonic. She was obviously despondent, for she was positive that John was going to or had already dumped her for the upstate teenager. He had talked of nothing else for the past several days, even while humping away at her on the office couch.

Janice had hoped to land him as her husband. But to lose him to a kid . . . that smarted and while she still retained her looks Janice knew she only had a couple of good years left in her firm little body. 

She was surprised when the cute female bartender appeared in front of her and said, "The gentleman over there would like to buy you a drink." 

Janice turned to see who it was and noted a fairly handsome guy in his mid-thirties smiling at her. She gave him a wan smile and nodded in appreciation. 

He was standing next to her before the bartender finished making the drink. 

"Hi, my name's Sam, Sam Whalen. May I join you?" 

"Thanks for the drink, Sam. I don't know that I really need it. I've had my quota for the night, but thanks all the same." 

"Might I ask why a good looking woman like you is so down in the dumps?" 

Janice looked directly into his blue-grey eyes, 'Nice,' she thought and then answered him honestly. 

"Very perceptive Sam, I'm Vera," she lied. "Down in the dumps sums it up all right. My boyfriend gave me the heave-ho this afternoon." 

"You two were serious . . . in your relationship? 

"I thought so," Janice said while making a mental note to remember she had told him her name was Vera. "I mean, we'd been seeing each other for quite a while and to make matters worse he's my boss." 

"Ouch! Sam offered and appeared sincere. 

Janice took a sip of her fresh drink and tried a smile. The bartender brought Sam another beer and he cradled the glass in his hand wondering what to say next. 

"Well look at the bright side," he said. "You've got looks and youth on your side and there are plenty of guys around who'd love to take you out." 

"Like you, for instance?" She said without looking at him. 

"Hey, I'm not hitting on you," he said defensively, because in fact he was. 

"You're not?" 

"No," he said and tried to mollify her. "I saw an attractive woman at the bar, obviously alone and just as obviously feeling bad. I . . . I'm getting over a messy divorce --- she was with two black guys when I came home one afternoon. I . . ." 

Janet touched his arm and felt an electrical current surge into her hand. 

Her voice had gone dry as she croaked out, "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean . . ." 

"It's all right Vera," he said quickly, "I'm getting over it. I tell myself that while the whole thing . . . well it was messy as I said, but the good part was I caught her and was able to prove it because I had the local minister with me when I walked in." 

Janice found herself laughing and it felt good. 

"I . . . I'm sorry, I didn't mean to laugh at your problem, it's just that . . ." 

He smiled at her and covered her hand with his. "No, it's all right. It is funny when you think about it. At any rate, I gave her nothing. I kept the house and car and stocks and bonds. I got everything. Thank God we didn't have any kids. I wouldn't have wanted them to go through anything like that." 

He thought he should add some more information and said, "That was four months ago. I haven't been on a date or hardly spoken to a woman until now." 

Janice began to lower her guard. He was good-looking. He was nice, very nice, and if his story was true his luck was at least as bad as hers. 'Birds of a feather,' she thought and turned to him and caught him looking at her dress. 

"It's an old thing," she said reflexively. 

"What is?" He asked not realizing he'd been caught staring at her. 

"This dress," she said and fingered the material. "I'm embarrassed to say it, but it doesn't fit me the way it used to." Then thought, 'My God, what am I saying to this man?' She suddenly realized he'd been looking at her body and not the dress. 

His blue-grey eyes roamed up and down her body. Janice tugged at the dress self-consciously, "What," she said, "too tight?" 

Sam took a long drink of his beer before answering. 

"You want the honest truth?" 

"Yes, of course," she said, wondering if she really wanted to hear this. 

"Your tits," he said quietly. But loud enough for the bartender to hear and move closer to ensure that she could hear more. 

"What?" Janice croaked. 

"Your tits, I just can't believe how big they are." 

The moment of respite afforded by having him repeat himself allowed Janice to compose herself and say, "Oh, well actually they're not. I'm wearing my roommate's push up bra. It's at least a cup size too big for me." She touched her left breast for emphasis. 

"Imagine my disappointment," he said with a huge grin. 

"Hmmmm," she murmured smugly and thought 'The evening has certainly picked up. Now the question is, do I want to be?' 

She answered her own question by arching her shoulders back the way Miss Hoyden had instructed the girls in her tenth-grade class. 

Forty minutes later they stood outside her apartment door. She turned to him and said, "Thanks for the lift home, I really appreciate it. You have my phone number, call me. I'd like to see you again." 

Sam nodded and reached out, took her in his arms and smothered her mouth with his. 

She was surprised at how nice his kiss was, hot but soft, and made sure to keep her lips sealed. But as the kiss lingered on, she placed her arms around him too and let herself melt against him because he felt so good and solid under her hands. 

When they parted, she said, "Whew! That was a surprise." 

His fingers slid down her neck and made her shiver. 

"Let's do that again," he said, "this time with feeling." 

Janice laughed and feeling good about herself for the first time that day, kissed him and opened her mouth to accept the tongue she knew was waiting. 

"Hey!" she said, tearing her mouth away as he drew his fingers over her breast. 

"It's the bra," he said, "I can't tell fact from fiction here," and made her laugh again. 

"Press harder," she told him and when he did, she lost track of the entire conversation. 

He kissed her again, this time groping her as soon as her tongue followed his into his mouth. The pressure of his hand on her breast felt so good that Janice leaned into him as she kissed him, wanting him to push against her so she could feel his hardness. 

"You see?" He said, "We were meant for each other, at least for the moment. I only hope that the moment lasts for the rest of the night." 

His thumb slid into the neckline of her dress. She moaned softly. He kissed the hollow of her neck. 

She moaned louder. 

"I don't believe this," she said as she pulled away. 

"What's the matter?" He asked as his hands caressed her shoulders. 

"Wait!" she said exasperated with herself. 

"What is it? Did I do something wrong?" He asked. 

"No, nothing like that, she replied, "but it would be better if I opened the door and we went inside before someone starts video-taping us here in the hallway." 

"Right," he said, "Absolutely right." 

Janice fumbled in her purse for the key, and finding it, let them in. Sam looked around. It was a neat, non-descriptive apartment with functional furniture, but nothing of real value. He knew, for he was in the antique business and bought and sold furniture every day. 

"I need to tell you something, she confessed." 

"Yes?" 

"My name is not Vera, its Janice." 

"Hello Janice," he said and managed to kiss her lightly before she pulled away. 

"Are you really Sam?" 

"Sam I am," he smiled. 

"I . . . I'm sorry I lied to you," she said contritely. 

"It's all right. I understand. You meet a stranger; you don't know where the conversation is going. Women have done that to me before and I do understand its kind of a safety net for them, am I right?' 

"Yes, you are," she said and felt absolutely terrible about her deception, so much so that she said nothing when he ran his fingers lightly down the back of her dress. 

"Where's the zipper on this thing?" 

"I am not having sex with you," she said, moving away, but not too far. 

He pulled her toward him gently so he could look over her shoulder. "Ah, there's the little devil," he said reaching for the zipper. 

"No," she said firmly, pushing his hand away. "I'm not having sex with you, not tonight anyway." 

He pulled her against him, making sure she felt his manhood and kissed her roughly. Janice found herself responding despite her protests. She reasoned that he was a great kisser and she hadn't met that many really good kissers in her life. John was good, but not this good and Janice felt herself giving in as she wondered how proficient Sam was in other areas. 

Sam jockeyed her to the couch and fell backwards on it with her on top of him. 

"Any other lies you want to clear up?" He asked with a winning grin as he looked up at her. 

"There aren't any. We don't know one another yet." 

"You mean you'll lie more often after we get more familiar?" 

Exasperated, Janice took a deep breath and promptly felt his hand on her breast. 

"Don't grope me. I don't like it. I think you'd better leave now." 

"It's too soon to leave. The night's still young," he said, but removed his hand from her breast. 

Janice couldn't believe that she was disappointed about it. 

"I think we should kiss a few more times before I leave,' he said, and kissed her again. Janice opened her mouth to protest and found his tongue preventing her from saying a word. But soon she was responding to his kiss, using her own tongue as she urged her hips upward to better feel his hardness pressing against her. 

'I'll force him to leave right after this kiss is over,' she promised herself. Ten minutes later they were still kissing, but now her dress was up around her hips and his hand was lightly massaging her mound and she wasn't thinking at all; only reacting to his mouth and touch. She wanted him to be rougher with her. John had tossed her around like a plaything and she'd loved it, but this gentleness was good too, although in a different way. 

Two minutes later her dress was off and his shirt was half unbuttoned from his chest. She thought he had a beautiful chest and was licking his nipple; pressing her lower extremities against him to better absorb his heat and hardness




Amy Ch. 12



They got up from the couch and without speaking went into her bedroom. 

"You've got a roomie, will she be coming in anytime soon?" 

"That's another lie," she said and giggled when he swatted her on the rear with his hand. 

"I should spank you for fibbing all the time." 

"I don't fib . . . all the time," she said still giggling and hoping he'd spank her good. 

It was as if he'd read her mind. He pulled her across his knees and eased her lacy lingerie off with one hand. 

"You're going to spank me?" She cried out. 

"Bad girls get spanked and you've certainly been bad, or do you deny it?" 

Janice realized he was giving her an out, but she wanted him to spank her and said nothing until his hand landed hard on her ass and then she only hollered, "Ouch!" 

"This is a punishment for fibbing," he told her, "not the playful spanking you thought was coming your way. This is the kind that turns your ass pink; that will make your skin steam; that will turn your cunt into a sopping wet sponge." 

He gave her two more smacks. Her ass and the back of her legs were now tinged a dark pink. But nothing like a permanent marking was evident, nor did he want it that way. His cock was rock hard, and the sight of her sopping wet pussy lips peeking out from between her legs was making his balls ache. 

Janice had never indulged in spanking as a sexual diversion, but readily welcomed it and only huffed at the next two blows to her derriere. Without a word Sam shifted her off his lap and onto the bed, where her legs fell open of their own accord. Her bush was matted with her juices and he knew she had thoroughly enjoyed the spanking without having to ask. 

Without a bit of additional foreplay, he mounted and plunged his cock inside her. Janice moaned a little and so did Sam, for as wet and receptive as she was, she still gripped his shaft tightly

"Oh, Sam," Janice exhaled, as she stared up at him. A broad smile cracked his face. Janice fairly launched herself at him, wanting to feel him rubbing her womb. 

As he continued to thrust into her at a leisurely pace, they kissed again. His hands were moving gently over her body, sending tingling shockwaves everyplace he touched whether he massaged her back or caressed her shoulders; as he was pumping his cock into her as she strove to meet him thrust for thrust. 

"You fuck so well," she gasped. "I thought you were out of practice." 

"It's like riding a bike," he huffed, "you never forget how once you learn." 

"You were well taught, lover. Oh! I'm coming! Just a couple more and . . ." 

"Would you get mad if I followed your wishes and left now?" He teased. 

"What!" She caught herself and realized he was teasing. "No," she answered between pants, "But I'd get even if you don't finish what you've started." 

"Well then, I had better get a move on," he said and began to fuck like a machine gone berserk, thrusting rapidly in and out, faster than Janice had ever been fucked before; pummeling her cunt with piston-like strokes that soon had her screaming with delirious joy as she began to climax. 

After they showered, having washed one another, but refraining from any sexual games, they returned to the bedroom. 

Janice was in a playful mood. She quickly straddled his back and began to massage his scalp, eventually working her way down to his neck and shoulders. In no time at all Sam was purring like a kitten and Janice had a gleeful glint in her eye. She really liked this guy and thought he had similar feelings about her. She grew wet recalling how he'd spanked her and vowed to have him repeat it if not this night than the next time they got together

Still straddling him she moved down his well-muscled torso, rubbing his back, kneading the solid cheeks of his ass and further still to his thighs and calves. Satisfied that he was almost totally relaxed Janice knew it was time to sharpen his senses and began to use her fingernails. Once again she began at the top, lightly running them over his body, seeking all the sensitive areas, like the back of his neck, tracing along the curvature of his spine, brushing lightly over his lower back and laughing delightedly with each of his more pronounced moans of gratification. 

She shifted position slightly so that she was now sitting on the back of his legs; her nails grazing ever so lightly across his ass. A devious grin flashed across Janice's face before one fingernail traced the crack of his ass. 

He groaned loudly, but didn't tell her to stop, in fact, he opened his legs granting her more access. 

Beaming happily, Janice used several fingernails to gently stroke the underside of his balls. 

"Jesus, that's good!" He grunted.

She kept moving, never remaining in one spot overly long. First her fingers were tickling his inner thigh, then the back of one knee, then the other. Janice grunted herself, feeling the wetness intensifying in and around her cunt and shifted position again, so that she was now sitting directly on his ass. 

Sam felt the heat issuing forth from her pussy and moaned. He wanted to insert himself in her once more, but was enjoying what she was doing and wanted to see how far she would take it. He was delighted with her and promised himself to treat her well to prolong their relationship because he knows she has been hurt by her current lover. 

His patience was rewarded, for Janice leaned over and began to kiss and lick with a fevered tongue many of the spots she had recently tormented with her fingertips. 

She was licking her way up his spine when she felt him shift. Slapping him smartly on the ass, she said, "Stay still, I'm not finished with you yet." 

"All right," he responded, "but I don't know how much more I can take." 

"Believe me, you can take a hell of a lot more," she said tersely, but inwardly she was glowing with happiness. With that thought she bit his ass cheek and caused him to yelp in surprise and some pain. The pain vanished as he realized where her tongue was going. And he went rigid as it moved along the crack of his ass, to dart deep into its crevice, always moving, licking and lapping, from his hairy brown pucker to the underside of his testicles

"Janice," he gasped in-between trying to catch his breath; 'you're unbelievable!" 

"Like it huh?" 

"I love it!" 

"Roll over for me baby," she said softly and he quickly complied. 

She kissed him passionately and shuddered at his ardent response. Then her hands were moving again, this time to his head to tug gently at his hair. 

Sam plucks at one of her nipples and she moans, but tells him she's not done with him just yet and he relinquishes the nipple and returns to a passive state. 

"Do you trust me?" She inquires. 

"I guess so, why?" 

"I want to tie you up." 

"I don't know. I've never tried this game before. Wouldn't you rather have me inside you like before?" 

"You'll be back in the saddle before too much longer, but think of this as forced foreplay. Last time, you may recall I got so wet from the spanking I didn't need any foreplay." 

"Who are you kidding? You're pussies a swamp it's so wet." 

"I'm wet all right and you've got a pretty good case of precum leaking out of that tool of yours too. But I want to play some more and when you get off it will be like nothing you've ever experienced before. Does that sound good?" 

"You make a good case for my agreeing to let you tie me up. Go on, I won't resist." 

"You won't be sorry Sam, I promise." 

And with Sam's tacit permission, Janice used two scarves to bind his wrists to the bed. She decided not to bind his feet, thinking she might need to move them about as she proceeded. 

Janice began by nipping at Sam's Adam's apple. While that got his attention and sparked a tremor of fear in him it quickly dissipated when she moved quickly to his ears, licking them and whispering that she was going to suck his cock right off his body. 

She pinched his nipples, then licked and sucked on them until he was moaning uncontrollably. Glancing downward, Janice saw his cock, fully engorged and jerking wildly as it sought what had now become a much-needed release. 

After another minute or two, Janice couldn't refrain from kissing his cock. It was so lovely in her view so she crawled between his thighs and licked his balls until they were soaked with her saliva. 

'I love the taste of him,' she told herself as she finally permitted her tongue to move along the length of his manhood, ultimately taking hold of it with one hand and gliding her tongue over its smooth, silky, pre-cum covered tip. 

"Suck it!" He bellowed. 

"Eat me!" She replied. 

"I would if I could," he gasped, "Please suck me, Janice!" 

"Mmmmm," she replied and took just the head into her mouth and sucked on it for a moment, savoring the taste and listening to his moans of satisfaction before popping it from her mouth and looking up at him imploringly. 

"What?" He gasped, his body constricted from his having arched his back upward as he offered his cock to her lips and tongue. 

"Want me to really, really suck it?" 

"Yes, God yes!" 

She opened her mouth wide and took him in. 

Four inches. 

Five inches. 

Six inches. 

And then to his shock she slowly removed him from her mouth. 

"What's wrong?" He groaned. "Why aren't you sucking?" 

"Didn't know I was a fuckin' sword swallower did ya?" She giggled and then took his entire seven and a half inches down her throat, milking him all the way. 

Gradually she released him so that she could apply other tricks upon him. She sucked frenziedly for a while and then almost stopping completely, then continued by circling the corona with her tongue which drove him wild. She felt him throbbing and realized he was going to come. Not wanting him to release his load just then, she gripped the base of his prick tightly and waited until his need to ejaculate subsided. Satisfied that he wouldn't come just then, Janice slithered down his body until her breasts were in alignment with his erection. They groaned in tandem as she rubbed his cock over her nipples and breasts

"Ooooh," she moaned, "I like this. Maybe you'll fuck my tits some time, huh?" 

"That's a promise, Janice, that among other things that I haven't even thought of yet." 

Sam was trying to get himself off, rubbing and pushing against Janice's breasts while she laughed gleefully at his vain attempt to relieve himself. 

"Only a little while longer baby-cakes,' she purred, and using the fingers of her left hand, she spread her folds apart and holding him in her right hand rubbed his cockhead over her engorged clit.

Janice sucked in her breath at the wonderful sensation that caused. Then plunged two fingers into her pussy and drenched them with her bodily secretions. 

"Have a little taste," she said and offered the fingers to his mouth. Sam sucked upon them greedily as she knew he would. 

"Good boy!" she croaked and straddled his waist, raised herself up and placed his rock hard member where he yearned desperately for it to be. Sam felt the heat radiating upon him; and the wetness and velvety softness of her inner membranes caressing his tortured cock as it slid deep into her saturated pussy. He raised his hips wanting to fill her; wanting full penetration before exploding into her. 

But Janice had other ideas and was thinking more clearly than poor befuddled Sam. As he pushed in, she raised up, maintaining a certain level of penetration that Janice thought should be satisfactory to both of them. 

Sam groaned in near despair. 

Janice eased higher and let him fall out of her molten volcano. 

"NO!" He bellowed. "Not Fair!" 

"All's fair in love and war," she reminded him.

He cursed her, "Bitch! Lousy cunt!" 

"Sticks and stones..." Janice cooed and giggled, but took pity on him and sank down on his shaft, letting him sink his full length into her. Then she froze except for her vaginal muscles, which she used to apply a series of kegels to his near bursting cock. 

Sam's eyes were bulging out of his head. He was totally saturated with perspiration. The veins in his neck were visibly throbbing as Janice continued to squeeze him mercilessly and added to the building pressure by reaching behind her to lightly scratch his balls. 

He screamed at her to finish him and she complied, suddenly riding him up and down, rocking furiously back and forth on him. 

"Untie me!" 

Janice was moved and quickly freed him and he leaped upon her --- turned Janice on her stomach, yanked her ass in the air and having impaled her with his tormented prick, fucked her with furious frenziedness. 

Now it was her turn to scream out loud. As Janice endured the pleasurable pummeling; she felt the pulsating palpitations of his weapon and realized his hot come was scorching the walls of her vagina --- filling her as they both rejoiced in their orgasms

Then, from the sheer force of his still thrusting cock he flowed out of her ---squishing out to coat parts of both their bodies and the sodden sheets they'd fucked on --- while they held each other tightly, unable to speak. 

After a time he finally said, "Would you be mad at me if I left now?" 

Janice tensed up, forced herself to relax, then replied, "Probably, but if you must, then go." 

"I should," he said. "I need some sleep and I know I won't get any here." 

"All right, kiss me goodnight and call me later, promise?" 

"I will," he said and leaned over to kiss her before getting dressed. 

She was sleeping contentedly when he finished. He looked down at her and smiled. 

"Goodnight my sleeping beauty," he said and kissed her one last time before leaving. Before going out the door, he went to her telephone and copied the number down, thinking, 'You never know when she's lying.' 



Amy Ch. 13



The following morning Amy awoke with a glow to her, both inside and out. She looked around the bedroom and didn't see John. Slipping out of the bed, she ran on her toes to the door and looked out into the living room and then into the kitchen, not caring that she was nude and could be seen by the people in the next building.

'He must have gone to work,' she thought and then spied the note on the kitchen table. She scampered over to it and picking it up read it carefully, committing the message to memory.





Amy Ch. 14



Uncle John arrived home an hour earlier than usual, catching Amy coming out of the shower. It was the fourth shower of the day for her and she still felt dirty inside and out. She quickly slipped on a green silk kimono and apologized for not being ready for him.

"Not a problem, sweetheart," John said, and from behind his back he produced a bouquet of flowers and handed them to her, saying, "beautiful things for beautiful people."

With downcast eyes, she accepted the flowers and gave him a peck on the cheek, then walked over to the kitchen sink and lay the flowers down, turned back and sat down on the couch and waited for him to join her.

Knowing that something was wrong, John assumed that he was the culprit and became very apologetic.

Amy quickly interrupted him, blurting out, "I couldn't help it, John! They told me to go into the next room; and when I did, this... this awful man made me...."

Unable to complete her sentence, Amy burst into the tears that she had been suppressing all day.

"What the hell's going on?" John demanded. Although he was thoroughly confused, he wanted to protect his girl and certainly wanted to be supportive, but how?

John placed his hand under Amy's chin and said, "Maybe if you started from the beginning I might understand, and when that happens it's very likely that I can do something about it."

"Yes, you're right. Okay," she said, and then sniffled as he tried to wipe away her tears. But they kept coming. He waited patiently for Amy to gather herself. It did not take too long. Then she was talking, telling him everything, right down to the blowjob, providing graphic details and closing on the note of fear that faced her the following day.

"I'll kill that son-of-a-bitch!" John roared.

Amy fell back, terrified.

"No! I can't let you!" She sobbed and only then did John realize that she had taken him literally and figuratively.

"Amy, Amy! Listen to me! I'm not really going to kill him. Although the miserable bastard may wish he was dead when I finish with him!"

"Listen to me, Amy. I know a lot of people in this town and I won't let this happen to you again, please believe me when I say this."

Amy sobbed again, but this was caused by the surge of new found hope that filled her being, and she looked at John with total devotion in her eyes.

"The... the flowers are beautiful, John. I'm so sorry that I just tossed them on the counter... it's just that I...."

"I know, I know, it's all right. Come here and give me a kiss, not a peck like that last one."

Their lips met, and Amy was lost in his arms again, forgetting having to kneel in front of that terrible bald-headed man for the first time that day.

After their warm embrace, John excused himself, telling her he needed to shower and shave before taking her out to dinner to celebrate the role she'd won in West Side Story.

"Whether you know it or not, Amy, you've nailed one of the hottest slots on Broadway first time out."

She could only gawk at him as the guilt of her orally satisfying that awful man filled her mind.

"I'm serious; it's a great role, believe me you earned it. And I don't mean what happened in the other room. I'll deal with that tomorrow morning."

"But he told me to be there early... by eight and then... and then he's going to make me..." she faltered and bit her lower lip to keep from crying again.

"No he isn't! Listen to me. I'm going to make a call or two when I finish with my shower. I promise you the calls will resolve everything. While I can't make that son-of-a-bitch vanish from the face of the earth, I can keep him away from you. That much I can and do promise you."

Finally, what John was telling her penetrated and Amy felt her fears lifting from her shoulders and drifting away.

John kissed her again and then went into the master bath, closing the door behind him.

Amy walked around the bedroom as things fell into place. She wasn't going to have to meet that ogre the next day! Her hopes lifted even more as she realized that she, a teen aged girl had landed a role in a major musical on her first try!

Had anyone ever done that before? She wondered. A minute passed and she thought that someone probably had, but still how many others had accomplished what she had on the first go-round?'

She sat down on the edge of the bed and realized that she wanted John inside her. Well she could wait a few minutes and he'd be out. She could seduce him then. But Amy's left hand stole up to her breast and kneaded it, and as her nipple stiffened she knew she couldn't wait for him.

I'll start without him, she told herself, and a feeling of giddiness swept over her as she lay back on the bed.

Besides he'll be hungry and want to go out to dinner to celebrate my good fortune; and then again he'll have to make those calls for me.

Her hand was already inside her kimono, worming its way to her breast, and she had to suck in her breath on touching the nipple, now hot and swollen with desire.

Amy never heard John leave the bathroom. He had discovered his electric razor cord was missing and remembered it was in his briefcase since he had taken it to work several days earlier; and this was the first time his electric razor needed to be re-charged.

Wearing only a towel, he heard Amy's soft moans as he entered the bedroom and stood stock still. He saw Amy lying flat on her back on the bed; eyes tightly closed, kimono half opened. That she was massaging her right breast was evident. What she was doing was highly erotic and had him fully erect. He fought the impulse to join her on the bed, knowing there was time for that, and knowing that this moment might never be repeated. He forced himself to remain quietly in place and contented himself with watching her for the time being.

Amy moaned again, and her right hand, the free one, slowly eased its way toward her lightly haired pussy. John felt his cock twitch and gave it a quick firm squeeze.

The kimono fell away to one side; John had a clear view of Amy's hand as it slowly rubbed up and down over her pussy. There was a grimace on her face that told him many things; mainly that she was thoroughly enjoying her exercise in masturbation.   

Amy moaned quietly as a finger slipped into her juicy love hole, her other hand still massaging the nipple, which now stood out in a fully engorged profile from his vantage point.

Her masturbation grew more frantic. Her palm now covered the entire surface of her mons, rubbing briskly, the motion serving to drive her finger in and out of her pussy, whose sluice gate had opened and freed a copious amount of juices that were cascading over her thighs already.

Jesus, she's hot! John thought, and began to milk his erection from behind the protective covering of his bath towel.

Emitting yet another soft moan, Amy arched her hips as she fucked her hand and moaned a little louder on pinching her swollen nipple.

There was a brief moment of almost paralyzing fear that Amy was reliving the blowjob to that snake in the grass, Maury Pearlman. Then he came to his senses. Never happen, he realized, she despises him. She must be thinking about us; last night, or what's in store for her tonight. Maybe she wants to test her equipment, see if it still works after her bad experience with Pearlman. I will get that cocksucker and get him good. He must get every girl trying out for a part to go down on him.

John's true personality surfaced as he thought, Still, all that pussy... not such a bad job after all. Then his thoughts shifted to the slightly cold shoulder his secretary had given him that morning. Janet pulled away when I put my hand on her shoulder. She knows I wanted to cop a feel before the client came in. She doesn't have the rag on, that was only last week, and so what was the deal there? He wondered, and then he concentrated on Amy's lithe form gyrating in front of him, and put Janet out of his mind.

Amy's hand moved faster; her breathing went ragged, and her hips literally danced on the mattress, her lovely ass rising and falling to the beat of her moans. Suddenly Amy's hips rose up and froze in place, and her hand came to a halt, except for the thumb which was strumming her clit like the idiot savant playing the banjo in the movie "Deliverance."

John looked on intently as the cords in her neck drew tight. She opened her mouth, letting her jaw hang slack, unheeding of the drool that began to form and roll down her chin.

"UGH!" She grunted; the tendons in her throat pulled her face into a death mask of rictus. Suddenly fighting for air, finally filling her lungs she began gasping for breath, and then climaxed.

John waited until the waves subsided before breaking his silence.

"I can't leave you alone for minute, you go and start without me," he said, a smile on his face.

She was startled by his voice, and her eyes flew open filled with a primal fear as she turned to face him. Her pussy-juiced coated hand flew to close her kimono as the flush of embarrassment only a young girl can manage flooded her countenance.

"How... how long have you been watching me?" she asked, growing even redder.

"I think I saw the whole show," he said with a broad smile, hoping his face reflected a degree of tolerance. He jiggled his own penis to demonstrate that he too could masturbate if needed.

"Oh God, I'm so embarrassed," she whined, and buried her head in her arms.

"Why?" John asked, walking over to the bed and sitting down next to her.

"Because... because you saw me touching... myself." she sniffled.

As casually as possible, John shucked the towel he wore, letting it fall to the floor at the side of the bed. "There's no need to apologize or even for being embarrassed. We've been more intimate than masturbating...."

John stopped because he'd found himself staring at the outline of her nipple under the thin silk of her kimono and lost his train of thought.

Leaning over he moved over the conspicuous protrusion and breathed on it.

"HUH!" Stunned by the wild sensation his breath brought to her nipple, Amy gasped.

He lowered his face again, this time taking the protruding nipple in his teeth and moving his head slightly from side to side causing Amy to have a mini-orgasm.

A moment later she was running her hand through his hair as he worried her nipple some more. "Oh, that's so nice... that's really so nice, John. I love you, I really and truly love you," she murmured into his ear.

He lifted his face from her kimono covered nipple, leaving a huge wet spot where his mouth had been. In a voice so husky Amy wasn't sure it was John speaking, he said, "Did I tell you how truly aroused that made me?"

For the first time, Amy was aware of his nudity and looked hungrily at his erection.

"Now let me show you what I mean," he said, and got up from the bed and slowly sauntered into the bathroom with Amy's eyes glued to his buttocks and then to his erection as he came back out with an open bottle of Kama Sutra massage oil in his hand.

"What?" she began, but his raised hand halted her in mid-sentence.

"Watch," he said with a curtness that bordered on being boorish and discourteous.

But actions speak louder than words, and Amy's eye's widened even more as he applied a generous amount of the massage oil to his penis and worked in, managing to cover the entire head and shaft.

Amy was too shy to admit it, but seeing his member coated and shiny made her want him inside her more than ever, and with a quiet moan, she reached for him.

"Uh-uh, little girl of mine, that's naughty. Don't touch. This is my show, your job is to lay there looking beautiful and serve as my inspiration, understand?"

"Yes, but wouldn't ..."

"No more questions just watch and wait, okay?'

She nodded and licked her lips in anticipation.

John milked his shaft slowly, letting the feel of the hand on his cock reach the sensors of his brain so that they were completely in sync.

With hoarseness in his throat that he felt throughout his body, John said, "Let me see your tits."

Amy flipped the kimono open and he saw the nipple that he had tormented earlier, still standing proud and fully erect. He squeezed his cock and a drop of precum dribbled out of his slit.

Seeing Amy's look of carnal lust directed at it, He smiled and hissed, for he was really squeezing it at the moment, "You think about it," he said, almost taunting her, "Maybe later I'll let you have a taste."

She moaned and her hand went to her lap, fingers outstretched, hunting her clitoris, now hidden within its folds.

"No fair touching yourself. Only one of us is going to come this time," John said warning her off.

"Can I think about it?" she asked plaintively.

"Of course you can," he told her, with a shit-eating grin on his face. He knew he had her back. He had been worried that her bad experience might have caused her to shy away from having sex with him this soon. Now that worry was put to bed.

Licking her lips again, Amy sighed, and decided to be openly honest with him.

"I was thinking about your thing... your cock, I mean, that's what got me started on myself."

"You were, were you?"

Amy nodded her head briskly, telling him she had more to say on the subject. And, stroking himself slowly, he said, "Tell me what you were thinking. Tell me exactly what you were thinking."

"Okay... I was thinking about last night. How hard you were. How wonderful it felt moving around inside me. How I wanted to do it over and over and over, never wanting it to end."

"Suddenly, I couldn't help it. I had to touch myself; even knowing you were only a room away and could walk in on me at any second. I... I guess I forgot about that and you... you caught me doing it."

Hearing Amy say she was masturbating while imagining him sliding in and out of her fantastic cunt sent an electric jolt through his sexual synapses.

What could be more seductive, John wondered as he increased his stroking, to want, or be wanted?

As he pondered his philosophic question, he quit stroking himself and contented himself with rubbing his thumb over the head of his manhood. Exhilarating in the superb feeling it ignited within his testicles.

"I think it's wonderful that you're doing this for me," Amy said, bringing John back from his philosophical daydream.

"Uh huh," he replied, almost lost in contented bliss.

"Will I see you spurt?"

"I'm sure you will, Amy, I'm sure you will," and he jerked himself a little faster, feeling his balls churning at her inciting words.

John drew his masturbation out as long as he could. Slowing down, playing with his balls while ignoring his shaft; he even resorted to rubbing a finger around his puckered anus, making certain that Amy was getting a good view of that activity. And when he knew his release was eminent, he made certain to squeeze the base of his instrument and croak, "Amy I'm gonna cum any second now, how do you want me to do it?"

Amy groaned loudly, then crawled to him and when she was directly in front of his throbbing shaft said, "My face; my breasts, if you will."

John couldn't see her hand, rubbing her clit furiously, evoking small orgasm after orgasm out of her highly stimulated love button --- her other hand wiping a strand of hair from her mouth simply because it was distorting her view of him --- she wanted to see this and miss nothing. This was one of the most exciting moments of her young life. Indeed, from this moment on, Amy would do almost anything to see a man ejaculate from close range.

"Cum for me!" she moaned, "Come on, cum!" The pinch in her voice almost brought him to the boiling point, but he strained valiantly to hold off a little longer, applying tremendous pressure to the base of his shaft and thereby stalling the flow of semen from his testes to the tip of his prick.

Realizing what he was doing, Amy reacted by licking his belly, only a fraction of an inch from his throbbing member. Then leaning away from him, she reached up and clasping a nipple in the fingers of each hand, began to mimic his masturbation by jerking them back and forth, squeezing them until they were almost stretched double their size, and moaning, "Two can play this game, mister --- see, I'm giving you tit for that!"

"Naughhh!" John groaned, and squeezed himself so hard to keep from coming that he would later swear he'd damaged himself.

He did not come.

Amy gave him such an aroused look that he almost lost what little control he still held.

"Okay," John said with a finality that told Amy he was about to come. "Touch yourself now! Touch yourself for me, and come with me," he said. It was more plea than order.

Amy squatted in front of his now purplish knob, and sent her hand to her pulsing cunt and began to rub feverishly.

"Ahhh!" she moaned.

Music to John's ears --- he echoed her moan with one of his own.

Their eyes met and locked.

"Oh, God...YESSSS!" He groaned.

Amy's hand blurred before his eyes and she too moaned.

"SOON," she moaned. "I'm c... c... coming!"

"John! Cum with me! She begged, thinking he might deny her what she so desperately wanted.

His load cannoned from his turgid prick. The initial arc of the first line flew directly into Amy's gawking mouth. The next two volleys landed on the upper most curve of her left breast.

In a light headed stupor, John fell forward, supporting himself by clutching at Amy's shoulders as he slowly sagged to the floor.

Amy appeared lost -- in another world, but her fingers greedily scooped up the residue of John's prolific ejaculation and began to spoon feed herself until all but a shimmering coating was left on her breast.

"God, that was good!' John gasped.

"Oh yeah," Amy the woman-child agreed. "How soon can we fuck again, Loverman?"



Amy Ch. 15



"Oh yeah," Amy the woman-child agreed happily. "How soon can we fuck again, Loverman?"

John glanced down at his flaccid member and sighed. "A while I guess, but hopefully not too long."

"What if I did this?" she said and stuck some fingers in her mouth and wet them with her saliva and then slowly slid her hand downward to cup his balls. Her hand gently fondled him, then drifted up his still shrunken member to its head, which after spitting in the palm of her hand she rubbed with increasing abandon, using principally the thumb and forefinger to titillate that most erogenous of all the zones on a man's cock. 

"Oh, God, you're beautiful," he breathed into her ear and felt her arm tighten about him. "I love your beautiful breasts and the way your nipples stand out." 

Her devilish fingers continued working their magic on him and John felt himself growing. Amy felt him growing too and giggled. "Let's move back to the bed," she whispered.

He nodded his agreement and gave her protruding nipples a series of little tweaks, which brought a gasp from the horny teen.

Amy soon found herself on her back with her legs draped over the side of the bed. John lay beside and above her, propped up on his elbow planting kiss after kiss on her soft, cushiony lips as he stroked her lithe form from neck to thigh. Eventually, John shifted his concentration to her thighs with an occasional foray to her sparsely furred mound, deftly averting any contact with her pussy.

Amy's legs opened of their own volition and he grinned down at her. He was driving her crazy and he knew it. She sought his hand to press it to her now thoroughly drenched pussy. John brought his fingers up to his nose and took a deep breath.

"You smell wonderful," he said. Amy smiled back at him. 

"Mind if I get a little closer?" He asked gently.

"Please," she answered and moaned anxiously in her aroused state.

John took a pillow, dropped it on the floor and knelt on it. This placed him directly between her opened thighs. Reaching out with his left hand, he caressed the soft skin of her inner thighs and was rewarded by Amy's long sigh. 

Her musky odor was stronger now and his excitement grew. He began kissing her soft skin, eliciting moans and soft cooing sounds from her throat. 

Amy started to shake in anticipation.

"Easy now," he said. "We're not in a hurry this time. Remember, it's always better when it takes longer."

"Really?" Amy replied in wonder. 

"Almost," he said. "The first time... well the first time doesn't count. After all we were both so excited we could hardly stand... and that's intense pressure, so it goes without saying both of us were in a hurry to get it over with. After that... well it's just better to go easy and let things build to a more natural conclusion."

"So that's what you call it, a conclusion?" She said, smirking.

"No, I call it fucking, or fornicating, of the nasty deed... whatever, but it ain't the same as the first time."

"Ain't?" she repeated his word teasing him.

"Yeah, ain't. So what, now shall we get started? Look what's up and waiting for you."

He said, indicating his cock, which was jutted up against his stomach.

"Can't keep a good man down, I guess," Amy said, then smiled happily.

John lowered his head and kissed each of her inner thighs in turn.

She purred with delight.

He repeated the process only deviating to give each of her outer labia a long tender suck. Amy started to vibrate with lust and desire.

"Oh, Oh, Oh." She moaned, knowing it would only get better.

He licked her vagina like it was an ice cream cone, using long, smooth laps of the tongue, causing Amy to rake his back with her fingernails in time with the deep vibrations forming in her cunt and spreading out through her body like a virus, ending in the tips of her nipples and the membranes of her lips, causing her to shudder once again.

John brought her clitoris out and teased it, running a thumb lightly over it and then probing the area next to the little man in the boat with his stiffened tongue.

Amy began to writhe on the bed; shaking her head back and forth and grimacing with the excitement of it all as John drove her higher and higher. She had to reach out and grab hold of his hair, pulling on it hard enough to make him groan in pain. In turn he lashed his tongue over her swollen clit several times until the mere touch caused her to beg, "No more! Not there! Please!"

He complied with her pleadings and sent a finger into her, just to the first knuckle and Amy grunted, and gasped for breath. John began fingering her in a slow but steady fashion, and all the while continued licking and sucking on the entrance to her pussy.

"More fingers!" She croaked in a haggard tone.

He put two fingers into her and increased the speed of their penetration.

"Ugh!" She grunted, trying to breath, but only managing ragged gasps, sucking in air and letting it out with long shuddering breaths.

The more he lapped at her the more Amy ground her pussy into his face. He continued his tantalizing cunnilingus, helping her to ride the waves of ecstasy she was surfing, bucking and plunging, twisting and turning.

John was relentless in keeping his flickering tongue all over her erogenous zone, paying special attention to her swollen clit and it served to drive Amy to new heights of pleasure until it became too much for her system to tolerate. And as every muscle in her body contracted, she felt the welcome of release and screamed mightily, wrapped her arms around him and tried unsuccessfully to kiss him as the rapture overwhelmed her.

Slowly she relaxed; then kissed him, tasting herself on his mouth and then sinking back down, she murmured, "Thank you, Baby! Thank you for that sweet, sweet come," she whispered in his ear.

Their legs were entwined and Amy could feel his cock, hard and fat, against her belly.

"Come inside me, baby."

"You sure you're ready?"

"Please, come inside me, now." 

He didn't move. 

"Please?" she begged. He was already moving, aligning himself up with her pouting labia. The breath rushed from her lungs as he entered her; as he filled her.

Amy moaned delightedly at the feel of his thickness within once more. 'Was there any greater feeling in the world?' she wondered wickedly, and then laughed raucously, for she knew there was; she had just experienced it. 

Amy began to rotate her hips, fucking sensually, trying to draw his seed into her deepest parts.

"Slow, darling," John said knowingly. "Let me be slow." 

"Okay," she replied in a small voice, then slipped her hand between her legs and took hold of him, squeezing his shaft as it emerged from her silky crevice; then releasing it only to guide him inward long after he needed the added touch. Amy's fingers held a shaft of ordinary size and temperature, pleasant to the touch but not especially slippery. Her inner lips reported an incredibly smooth bolt of heat which stretched her as it entered her a millimeter at a time. An eternity later, she had to let go as his base pressed against her entrance. She was filled and, at last, held her lover again. 

She dropped her torso flat, no longer needing to twist to reach him. She curled her legs around him as he kissed her deeply. The play of their tongues was as rapid as the entry had been slow. Straightening until his chest was just brushing over her hard nipples, John began to rock his hips from side to side. He was moving neither in nor out, but all of her sensitive vaginal walls felt the motions. He shifted until his hands were on her breasts. And, as his thumbs lightly grazed her hardened nipples, he looked into her eyes. 

"Amy, let me feel you around me. Flex your muscles, squeeze that cock in you. Squeeze it tight. C'mon baby, you can do it!"

And then she did, first clutching his hips with her hands and his lovely cock with her cunt. Then he was pumping into her with deep, strong, slow, strokes. 

Hardly three or four minutes had past since her last orgasm and now Amy was soaring away again. But John wasn't finished with her. He began grinding against her and pulsing within her. And as Amy's last few spasms forced him out of her, he ejaculated. He tried to roll away, but she held on tight. They lay like that, gasping, and then hugging. He moved down enough to kiss her lips. They hadn't quite caught their breath, however, and had to break the kiss. 





Amy Ch. 15



She soon found out, for John eased the vibe from her pussy and sent in a finger, curled it and brought about a pleasingly strange sensation. Suddenly she had the urge to urinate and began to writhe, trying to attain her release from her bonds.

"L... let me go!"

"Why?"

"I have to... pee,' she finished lamely.

He surprised her, "No you don't. That's just your spot. Your G-spot. I was searching for it and found it, now you'll see what a great orgasm is really like, so relax and enjoy it."

She was relieved to hear that she wouldn't be soiling the sheets and tried to relax, but it wasn't possible.

John's finger continued to rub over her pad-like flesh, stimulating it while at the same time he used the vibrator, drawing small circles around her clitoris.

Amy shuddered several times and realized for the first time that he was completely serious. She would be experiencing a tremendous orgasm this time and she tried to prepare herself with the little time she had left to do so. 

Her body gave another little shiver as John pushed the vibrator in alongside his finger causing her to let out a small gasp as she realized just how willingly her body was accepting both the vibrator and his finger.

"It's nice," she gasped.

"It will get better, I promise," he crooned.

He withdrew the vibrator, but kept his finger working inside her, rubbing that little pad and causing all sorts of delicious tingles to run through her body. Then it was leaving her... she felt empty and frustrated beyond belief.

Then the vibrator was sliding back into her, and she welcomed it with a long sigh. The sigh turned into a gasp when she realized the vibe had gone far beyond its four inches!

Yet she was clutching at it with her vaginal muscles! And now she felt the vibrator's throbbing, this couldn't be the same one!

"That's right, Amy. I switched toys on you," he said with a chuckle. "This one is twelve inches long and very, very thick. He pinched her nipple for emphasis and felt her tremble violently.

Amy couldn't believe her body. It was betraying her – here she was trying to expel this giant intruder and her inner walls kept parting to accommodate to vibrator and at the same time clinging wetly to it.

'What . . . what was that?' she asked herself a split second before associating the sensation as that of John's tongue --- feeling it's warmth laving over her clit.

"OH GOD!"

He continued licking her clit and pussy and pushing and pulling the enormous phallic toy back and forth, each time going in a little further than before.

"OH GOD!"

She strained against her bonds as the feeling began to rush over her. Uttering quiet, whimpering gasps each time his tongue made contact with her clit.

It worked as she dissolved into a giggle spasm. This quickly gave way to another shudder and moan as the vibrator continued to thrum inside her.

"Can't you do something about this?" she pleaded, thrusting her hips towards him. The invitation on her face was easily readable.

He adjusted the vibrator to its highest setting and lowered his mouth to her clit.

In the end, Amy simply let go. 

Her lungs emptied of air as she screamed out her pent up emotion. She lost control over her limbs, and soon lost track of them. Soon even gravity lost all meaning and she felt as though she weighed nothing at all; the only thing planting her to the bed being the intense sensations from her cunt and the aching of her clit that demanded more and more of John's attention.

And he was paying it ample consideration, sucking it tenderly, nipping at it and leaving it alone scant seconds to recover from his onslaught before titillating it again and again, each time driving Amy higher and higher towards her ecstatic climax.

For Amy time soon lost all meaning, and she had no way of knowing whether a moment or an hour had passed. But when at last reality began to make sense to her once more, she felt John's warm, comforting presence pressed up against her. From far away she heard herself panting, and she realized just how much the experience had taken out of her.

"Are you okay, Amy?" her lover inquired quietly, brushing a strand of hair from her eyes.

"I'm fine, but you haven't fucked me yet.




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Amy Ch. 16



"Are you okay, Amy?" her lover inquired quietly, brushing a strand of hair from her eyes.

"I'm fine, but you haven't fucked me yet.

"Well let's remedy that right now," John said as he pushed her back on the bed. Amy waited as he went to his knees. Her head fell back and she moaned when she saw him placing her legs on his strong shoulders.

John groaned when he saw Amy's dripping sex up close. He could see a tiny river of clear juice running from her pulsing hole, trickling down and disappearing between her cheeks. With an animal like moan, he opened his mouth and sucked her flesh inside.

"OHHHHH!" Amy screamed as his mouth closed over her sex once again. And her hips bucked as his tongue laved the entire area of her wet pussy. She grabbed his head, pulling it into her steamy cunt. Amy almost passed out when his tongue split her folds and forced itself inside her. His tongue seemed to have a life of its own as it twisted and squirmed around her trembling vaginal walls.

He drew his mouth from her sex and looked up with a question on his face.

"Oh God Please, I've got to have you," she hissed as she looked between her legs at his wet face.

John rose up, his prick bobbing with his excitement. He looked down at Amy and saw her swollen sex bared to his gaze. She was breathing heavily, her chest heaving; she looked almost out of control with lust. 

"Please fuckkkkkkk me," Amy pleaded.

John positioned her at the center of the bed and crawled between her knees. Amy moaned once more and opened her arms to him.

With a growl of savage lust, John leaned forward over Amy. He bent his head and kissed her lips as he held his weight on his arms. "Put me in," he whispered.

Amy's hands were shaking so much that she had difficulty grasping his cock. She used both hands to steady it, pulling it almost harshly toward her waiting hole. Amy thought she would climax when the large purple head touched her lips. In an almost timeless gesture, Amy fit him into her small hole and pulled. 

"Mmmmmmm!" she moaned in satisfaction as the head slipped inside with a little help from John.

John wanted to plunge his weapon into her and not unlike the ancient members of the golden Horde pillage her until she was totally vanquished. But did not, instead he took his time, easing into her slowly, enjoying the clutching spasms of her cuntal walls on his throbbing cock.

Her legs wrapped around his back and her hands grabbed his strong buttocks. She pulled hard and he slid easily into her sopping wet channel. His balls made contact with Amy's ass and he knew he was as deep as he could go.

Amy could barely get her breath. One part of her wanted him to fuck her as he had the night before. The other wanted to make this last forever.

John made the decisions for the two of them. Slowly, he began to pull out. When he was an inch or two out, he pushed slowly back in, causing Amy to moan. He did it again, coming out a little further. As soon as he felt her relax, he surged in faster.

"Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh yes!" Amy gasped and her hips began to move.

John began to move even faster. Soon, he was moving in and out of her tight cunt at a rapid pace. He began to fear for Amy's well being, for it appeared Amy was having a fit under him. Her fingernails dug into his back and her teeth were bit into his shoulder. And all the while a steady moan of pleasure issued forth from her throat.

At some point Amy began to climax. It was difficult for John to tell when it started. Amy moaned and he felt the throbbing of her cunt as it squeezed him, making it very difficult for him to hold back. He felt his balls begin to churn, demanding release. It was almost impossible for him to form words, but he needed to warn her. 

"Amy . . . God!"

"I'm getting . . . close!

Meanwhile Amy had lost count of the number of climaxes she had already enjoyed, but this seemed to be the best one. Warmth and darkness enveloped her. She was floating on a cloud of sensual pleasure. 

Their lips locked together as her hips began to buck into him faster than he was fucking into her. 

"Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!" Amy hissed.

"Jesus," Amy cried out after turning her head and catching a view of them fornication in the mirror on the dresser. She was especially enthralled with the sight of John's ass as it pumped his cock into her.

Amy's face was a mask of lust. Her eyes were closed and her cheeks were flushed as her hands squeezed John's buttocks, pulling him forcefully into her. Her legs were wrapped around his waist and her hips bucked upward to meet each of his downward strokes. John's naked body almost covered Amy. He raised her legs, placing them on his shoulders and in the process, almost bent her double. This gave him the leverage to force himself as deeply into her as he could possibly go. Wanting nothing more than to give Amy another unforgettable moment, John moved his hips in powerful strokes, pummeling her cunt and cervix.

"Oh Sweet Jesus, I'm going to COME!" She closed her eyes and locked her legs around John's neck; her body tensed and began to shake as convulsions of pleasure beguiled her. Little whimpers slipped from her open mouth and her breasts rose mightily as she strove for more oxygen in her lungs, then crashed downward on filling them.

Amy came and came. 

Each time it appeared that she was done, she started another. And so it went, with the sloppy sound of her cunt being pounded relentlessly by her loverman echoing throughout the room until John moaned that he was going to come. 

Then it was John's body that tensed in pleasure and the room reverberated with his loud roaring moan, "That's it baby! That's it! Here I come ready or not!"

Then he froze, bellowed once more with his prick buried deeply in her cunt; then filled her with his ejaculate.

Several minutes later, Amy finally sat up. Her hair was a mess, her makeup smeared and her legs still akimbo with strings of sperm beginning to drip from her overly stretched hole. She looked into the mirror and saw a stranger; a stranger whose face was still flushed with the excitement of what had just occurred. And worse; the face bore a morbid hope that more was coming and soon.

The next thing Amy knew, she heard John whispering something to her.

"Amy, are you alright?" he said for the fifth time. Her body had convulsed for a long time and then collapsed. He was still on top of her, his arms holding his weight, his penis still inside her filled hole. He could feel Amy's muscles still rippling deep inside.

"Oh my God, John," Amy whispered weakly when she could speak again. However, that was all she could utter. She pulled him down to her and felt his hot body cover hers again as their lips met.

*****

The following morning Amy arrived at the theatre for the first day of rehearsal with more then the usual amount of apprehension. The rehearsal hall was under the Port Authority and shabby, not shabby sheik, but just shabby. Actually Amy was entering the theatre from the rear entrance. The theatre itself was located on 42nd Street.

Almost immediately, Amy recognized the raven haired Elsie and her friend, the blonde haired Linda standing together while others passed them by to greet others. Linda spotted her first and waved and Amy quickly walked over to them, casting furtive glances about for her nemesis, Maury.

Elsie had been regaling Linda about her so-called boyfriend Joe.

"Amy ya gotta listen to this story. Elsie has this thing about guys, y'know? She meets the damnedest ones and always has a great tale to go with it. Go on Elsie, tell Amy about last weekend."

"Okay, okay," she glanced around and said, "we've got some time, so okay. So, Joe just left. Not this morning, but in my story, okay?"

"Joe just left. I'm woozy. We had like this 13-hour date, followed by a heated hookup. Drove upstate, where we quasi-hiked and picnicked on a mountain: très romantic. He gathered a bunch of wildflowers and handed them to me with a shy smile. We love a lot of the same books, and he said he was going to give me a novel he'd just read next time he saw me."

Elsie, always the actress, threw her hands in the air to emphasize the next line. "Sometimes I love presumptuous men, y'know?"

"But he was gonna give me the book 'cause he wanted to hear my opinion of it. He talked very openly about his family and his work."

She sighed adding to her little drama. "Y'know, I love people who love what they do and might even have enjoyed Joe's enthusiastic descriptions of innovations in colorectal medicine had we not been eating. I suppose it was cute in a really nasty way."

Elsie looked the room over once again before continuing. "Couple of not-so-promising things though; a half hour into the drive back, he asked what I thought about his Porsche. I told him the truth: I wasn't thinking about it. But this didn't go over with him, so I added, "I guess it's pretty," which I don't think is exactly what he wanted to hear. Anyway, back in the city, we inhaled a Greek dinner and went back to my place. And there we were, stretched out on my sofa, Fiona Apple in the background. He is a fantastic kisser, which is a relief, because who wants to teach?"

Both Linda and Amy laughed heartedly at this.

"In fact, good thing we were lying down, because when we first zoomed in for the tonguing we were standing up and almost fell, that's how all-over-each-other we were. We just made out for a couple of hours like teenagers. Joe didn't even try to involve my boobs at this juncture — very respectful."

Linda caught Amy's eye and arched an eyebrow. Amy stifled a giggle, truly enjoying her moment with the two women.

Elsie went on. "Then, at the end of the night, he sighed this into my ear: "You make me soooo hard — more than most girls." 

Amy thought that romantic.

Linda gave her cause to rethink that thought, saying, "Major detour, that."

"Oh yeah, right as rain, Linda --- Ick, I turned off. I mean, we'd already set the tone: slow and steady. The porno soundtrack would have been fun if we were a bit closer to actually using the engorged genitalia in question. But I thought we had something deeper going . . . as opposed to Deep-In-Me . . . Oh, the ugly question reared up and bit me on the ass. So, is Joe only interested in sex with me? If so, why had he bothered confiding in me all day? Was the Porsche-and-poppies thing just an advanced seduction technique?" 

"So I reminded Joe that we were pressed together, which gave me tactile evidence of his excitement, and therefore verbal advertisement of hard proof was unnecessary."

Elsie grabbed Linda by the arm. "Okay, okay, I know I've been bellyaching over my recent celibacy, Christ knows I'm horny as hell, but listen to this . . . Joe admitted that sometimes he was immature, but follows it with: "But never premature, hopefully you'll find out." 

Linda pried Elsie's hand from her arm and said, "The swine."

Elsie, lost in her own thoughts didn't hear her friend and said, "But, yeah, hopefully."

Then things got going. The first hour was spent with the Equity representative, a pert brunette named Kimberly. Amy had made sure to join some six months earlier on a trip to the city and eagerly showed her card to the rep. 

Kimberly told everyone about some wholesale changes to their medical coverage because of costs, but Amy wasn't listening, for her attention was focused on the two stars, real Broadway stars who were only twenty feet away from her. The glistening, black haired Anthony Spano, who was to play Bernardo and the calm, cool Anna Esefan, who had the major role in the production, Maria. Between them they had starred in a dozen hit shows and probably as many shows that fell short, but to Amy's way of thinking, the failures had not been theirs, but the productions.

After the first hour everyone moved next door to the Clurman Theatre where a lovely spread of nice things to nibble and drink awaited and Amy had her next opportunity to catch up with Elsie and Linda.

"So ya got the role, didja?" Elsie said knowingly.

"Elsie!" Linda said chiding her for both knew what Amy had had to do to lock up the role.

"Well I didn't show up early today," Amy said, as her nostril's flared defiantly. "In fact, this is the first and only place I intend to be today."

"Wow!" Linda gasped.

"Really?" Elsie said with obvious disbelief.

"It's true!" Amy retorted, reading the meaning and significance of Elsie's comment.

"I spoke with someone about Maury and he made a call. Maury won't be bothering me again," she said, adding strong emphasis to her words.

Both women were impressed, readily accepting the fact that Amy had such a powerful friend in the industry.

The general schmoozing continued and was followed by a series of short welcoming speeches from Yves Tolbur and Larry Silvers, the main producers, Kathleen Sullivan, director and choreographer and Ray Cappelstein, the co-producer.

It was Cappelstein who spoke about the play itself.

"This is of course, a gripping love story. Romeo and Juliet retold by Tony and Maria. I'm guessing now, but everyone here has seen either the production or the movie or a recreation of the show in summer stock." He looked over the anxious faces around him and continued.

"In West Side Story, Leonard Bernstein created a new and unique form of music theatre. The work's world premiere in 1957 in New York's Winter Garden Theater was a run-away success, leading to 733 sold-out performances there. And believe me, I know other shows have exceeded that number performance wise, but the reality was, still is for that matter, money talks and Hollywood wanted to make a movie. The show closed, they made the movie and fuck knows the show could have gone on since they didn't use most of the Broadway performers in the film. They lip-synched more than half the songs for fuck's sake."

Cappelstein shook his head as if to clear a bad taste from his mouth.

"Anyway, the texts to the songs are from the pen of Stephen Sondheim: the classics "I want to be in America" and "Maria" may be the best-known numbers in the score. Originally the script was to have dealt with a Christian/Jewish romance (called "East Side Story"), but Bernstein decided to choose a more immediately relevant theme. Ironically, neither Broadway nor Hollywood was able to rise above its own institutionalized racism to cast a Latina actress as Maria."

He waited some thirty seconds before continuing.

"Well it's finally happened. Let's all welcome the two great Latin stars who will make this show the greatest West Side Story ever! Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Anna Esefan as our Maria and Anthony Spano, of course as her lover, Bernardo!"

Everyone cheered and only moment's later people seemed to have paired off into smaller groups. Amy already knew the Broadway community was fairly small in size and was thrilled to find herself in a circle of admirers listening to Anna Esefan answer a lot of questions about her experience with "In Walked Love," a show that closed after only three nights. Amy was bewildered that these people had such strong opinions about a show that many of them couldn't have possibly seen, that is until Elsie nudged her and hissed, "They're just kissing ass, Hon, that's all."

A few minutes later, Kathleen Sullivan, director and choreographer called for their attention. 

"People! People! Everyone, may I have your attention, please!"

When she heard the conversations fade Ms. Sullivan went on. 

"If you'll all form a line to my right, you'll have an opportunity to see the beautiful model of the set design by John L. Sullivan, no relation, if that's what you're thinking," she added and got a big laugh, for Kathleen Sullivan was known far and wide as a bull dyke. 

"Now our production will actually open at the Al Hirschfeld Theatre at 8th and 45th Street. The Hirschfeld, formerly known as the Martin Beck, is where "Man of La Mancha" closed several months ago. It has been completely refurbished and restored and West Side Story is the first show to open since the work was done. It's beautiful! Lots of deep red and gold leaf and the ceiling is just amazing. It seems that the set design follows that theme. There's lots of deep reds and burgundy and gold leaf in our sets and I want to thank all those involved in restoring the theater. It's simply lovely, thank you one and all." 

Amy had a quick lunch and quickly went to a read through of the play sans music. It was immediately apparent why each person was cast in their role as each piece fit beautifully. Amy thought Anna Esefan seemed perfect for Maria. Her walk through the reading was casual, understated and self-deprecatory. And then she appraised Anthony Spano's reading of Bernardo. Marveling at his line readings, but wondering if he could carry off the singing role.

As she read her lines, Amy, for the first time began to feel uncomfortable with the looks she was getting after landing such a plum part with no former experience. She flubbed her lines twice, but was reassured by non other than Anna Esefan herself that it was only first time jitters. Amy calmed down and finished flawlessly and even drew the applause of the major stars.

Later that day, Amy signed up for singing lessons with Veronica Treat – two hours three times a week at five P.M. Her dancing would be taken care of during show rehearsals.

Following that Amy applied for enrollment in a prestigious acting class, knowing her chances were slim in this area, for most applicants waited several years just to audition.

With all that accomplished, a very weary Amy headed home, or at least to Uncle John's.



Amy Ch. 17



The first words out of Uncle John's mouth were not how did it go? But, "Did he bother you in any way?"

"Um, no," Amy replied. "In fact, I don't recall seeing him."

She quickly went on to relate her experiences for the day and her conversation with Anna Esefan.

Needless to say, John was impressed and more than a little proud of her accomplishments.

"Have you called home and told your Mom and Dad?"

Embarrassed, Amy shook her head, no.

"Better get to it. Yes, better do it right now, baby cakes."

Amy placed the call and was soon lost in a dream-like conversation with her family and friends. They could not believe her sudden success. When Amy elaborated on the role she had landed they were incredulous.

When she finished she made a second call, this time to Darren, her former boyfriend at his dorm on campus.

Darren was pleased to hear from her and even more pleased to learn what a hit she had been in getting a foot into show business. Of course, Darren had no idea of what was involved in landing a role in a Broadway production, he being used to the instant successes of rock stars and some actors and actresses. He did tell Amy he'd be visiting New York in a month or so and would call her when he had the exact dates.

Amy gave him John's number and hung up thinking about their last night together and how she had blown him in the back seat of his car. Nothing like that creepy Maury, she thought, and then turned her attention to her lover, John.

Coquettishly, she asked, "So, what have you planned for me?"

John smiled, for he had a lot planned, but he said, "One thing I have not planned is an orgasm for you."

"What!" She yelped out as her whole body flinched. "Would you be so cruel to a damsel in distress?"

"Cruel? Not on your life. And what distress are you in?"

She gave him her most provocative smile. "For one thing, I've had a trying day and am in need of a gut-wrenching orgasm. I was thinking you were just the one to provide it. Am I wrong?"

John could smell her arousal.

He sat down beside her on the sofa. Amy gave him another come hither look and John took her ankle in his hand and brought her foot to his lips. Starting with her little toe, he began kissing, tonguing and sucking his way up her ankle; her calves; stopping only to nibble at the very sensitive area behind her knee.

Amy began to moan then; loudly and then louder still when he moved directly to her other knee, or more aptly behind it. She was twitching and screaming for more although she was actually quite content with what he was doing to her at the moment.

He nibbled along her inner thighs, alternating, first the right and then the left, until the scent of her pussy compelled him to her oozing slit.

He gave her cunt a long, lascivious lick from bottom to top, except that he adroitly avoided any contact with Amy's clit.

She started to beg for him to fuck her. "Come on, John, do it! C'mon, c'mon I need you in me!"

But, John had other plans and returned to her thigh and began to work his way back down toward her toes.

"No! No!" Amy bleated in dismay.

John looked up at her and saw the sweat beading up between her breasts; saw the love juice flowing freely between her thighs and then nibbled the spot in back of her knee again, causing her to moan with pleasure and frustration.

He sat up and for a moment admired once again the fine, supple features of her body. Amy hugged her arms tightly to herself, feeling her nipples harden conspicuously. She watched him covertly and in her aroused state she summoned back visions of their previous times together. She decided she had to have his cock.

John leaned over and kissed her deeply. She retaliated by sucking on his tongue as it searched her warm, hungry mouth. As the kiss went on, he reached between the cushions and pried a feather from its concealed hiding place. Then ever so lightly, he began to trace the feather over her skin.

He started with her wrist, moving quickly to the exposed underside of her arm to the junction of her armpit ¾ under her breast and down to her waist.

Startled by this surprise, Amy retaliated by scissoring her legs around him in a futile attempt to pull him into her. Thinking she was succeeding in enticing him into fucking her, she began to giggle.

But he fooled her. Finding her 'tickle' zone with the feather, John kept at it causing Amy's giggling to turn to laughter and then tears as the feather glided relentlessly over her ribcage. Trying to get away from the feather, she released her scissor-lock on him and was gratified to find that he then abandoned her ticklish spot.

But he wasn't finished using the feather, not by any means. He concentrated on her left breast, drawing the feather slowly along the underside and then up between the cleft of her twin mounds. Amy moaned, for it was excruciatingly pleasurable.

John almost succumbed to the pleasing, pungent scent rising up to his nostrils and the incredible warmth radiating from her loins. He decided to make a slight deviation in his plan, and bending down, took her right nipple between his lips. He was pleased to see the nipple slowly stiffen, while her areola began to contract.

Amy, breathing deeply turned her head away. Her hands roamed over his bare chest as he ran his mouth and tongue over the line of her throat, before arriving at her lips; and the feather dropped unknowingly to the floor as her hot, sultry blood pounded in his ears.

John's rejuvenated mouth licked and sucked its way to Amy's perky breasts, lavishing special attention on her stiffened nipple. One hand cupped the gentle swell on the outside, while the other's finger tips and nails ran languidly up and down her chest.

He felt her fingers splay against his hair, "Harder," she gasped, breathing even harder.

John's hands squeezed, and he was rewarded by an uneven, rasping sigh; and took her nipple between his lips and took a long, deep pull.

"OH!" Amy cried out, tightening her grip on his hair.

He tugged at the nipple, then released his suction and then did it again. Inwardly he smiled as he listened to Amy's murmur of approval. Then he commenced flicking his tongue repeatedly against the highly sensitized bud. And as she was moaning with pleasure once more, he moved slowly away from the engorged nipple, leaving a moist trail of saliva as he moved to the succulent underside of her breast.

He cupped her breast with his free hand and felt his rapidly cooling saliva on her warm skin. Gently, he massaged each breast in turn, becoming more forceful as her murmurs went deeper, became louder.

John reached down and retrieved the errant feather. Then drew it languidly, deliberately over her nipple; and Amy arched her back in an upward thrust. He moved the feather to her other nipple and she whimpered with restrained pleasure.

It seemed an eternity to Amy, but it was merely five minutes, that he teased her nipples and breasts in this fashion until her nipple and areola were engorged and dark with blood rushing to her tormented tits and Amy was panting with desire.

"Ohhh, suck them some more baby," she pleaded, "Suck me again, please!"

But John was no novice lover. He ignored her pleading and changed course, knowing that only be doing so would he bring Amy to the highest of sexual heights. And so John utilized the feather in other, less sensitive places --- her back, her shoulders, her arms and wrists and the palms of her hands, measuring at each stop this delightful young woman's reactions.

Amy's eyes were screwed tightly shut and her mouth hung open, gasping for air. Her body was now fully flushed with her arousal.

"Please," she whimpered, "No more. PLEASE!"

He ignored her pleadings and continued using the feather, stroking her neck and ears. Then noted his own erection had manifested itself, the pre-cum oozing forth in rivulets that almost covered the head of his cock.

Amy was totally confused. She wanted him IN her! She needed him IN her! Yet she listed and rolled and swayed this way and that in an attempt to anticipate the movement of the cursed feather.

When the feather circled her belly button, she screamed forlornly.

"FUCK ME! PLEASE ... PLEASE ... PLEASE!"

The cry only served to have John switch tactics for the moment and he began to lick her belly with his hot tongue. A tongue that felt like molten lava to Amy's overly sensitized belly. Her hips thrust eagerly upward as she screamed again.

"OH, MY GOD, PLEASE, PLEASE, FUCK ME!"

Amy was losing it. The hot coil of fire in her belly sizzled as his tongue laved her belly and darted into her belly button. She shook her head, trying to will away the uncontrollable quivering. When Amy felt his teeth scraping over her hip, she began to come. Writhing from side to side and jerking her pelvis upward only to belatedly realize he was not stopping.

The feather passed roughly through her pubic hair and down along the inside of her thigh and up the inside of the other. She twisted her hips and legs, whimpering, trying vainly to escape.

John leaned in close and gently blew on the puffy coral outer lips of her pussy. He wanted to fuck her now, but willed himself to be patient, knowing that ultimately it would be worth every second.

"Please, oh, God please stop!" she wailed. "I'm coming! I'm coming! No more please, no more!"

John let up for a moment and then tossed the feather aside, then knelt between Amy's thighs, while she tried to recapture her breath.

A thin sheen of sweat now covered her face and breasts as his hands ran up and down her trembling thighs. He turned Amy around so that she faced the headboard and laid a series of butterfly kisses beginning at the nape of her neck and down her spine halting at the juxtaposition of her flanks.

Startled, John discovered that his thumb was already brushing over her outer labia. He had no memory of intending this at this point. Her hips were moving, amplifying the anxiety of her great need to have him inside her.

Amy resorted to rubbing herself against his flank.

In response, John caressed her lightly furred mons, carefully avoiding any contact with her clit. Finally, he sighed and pulled her asscheeks closer to his face and began to tongue, lick, and suck her pussy. Amy mashed her ass into his face, threw back her head, screamed twice and came hard.

"Unbelievable!" She moaned with joyous passion.

"We haven't even started my love," he said quietly, his hand caressing her leg in a sweeping motion from knee to hip.

"Then I'm lost," Amy cried, "I'm lost."

"Don't be so melodramatic, Amy, my love. I'm just teaching you a few things in the art of making love properly."

"I love you John! I love you so..." And then she gasped as the air rushed from her lungs as he stroked the creamy, velvety soft skin of her inner thigh with the wet tip of his talented tongue and she realized another climax was approaching.

John waited a moment for Amy to brace herself for the impending orgasm and then returned to his earlier, teasing techniques.

Her swollen cunt looked delicious to him. He could clearly make out her darker outer lips that were already parted in anticipation of his member boning her to another climax.

Sliding his hands under her ample ass, he carefully positioned her, then ducked his head and licked through her thinly furred bush in a downward stroke to suck on the tiny patch of skin located between her cunt and her starfish puckered asshole.

This was clearly a new experience for Amy and she howled with a mixture of pleasure and angst.

'What is he doing?' she asked herself and then gave in, choosing to let him do whatever he wanted to her. 'To argue would only delay the outrageously delicious fuck that had to near at hand.'

His tongue was relentless in its movements, lapping at her folds, then sucking one lip tightly between his teeth only to release it and send his molten tongue into her slightly opened slit bringing an agonizingly, almost lethal pleasure that ran from her toes to her nipples and beyond.

She found her self moaning incoherently. "Please, please, PLEASE!" All the while Amy continued thrusting her hips up at him, seeking contact and hopefully, a form of relief.

Suddenly he stopped and raised his head.

"Amy! Amy!"

"Huh?"

"Exactly what is it that you want me to do?"

Momentarily confused, she didn't answer, and he repeated the question.

"What is it that you want me to do?"

"I... want...."

"Tell me exactly what you want me to do," he said.

"Lick me! I want you to lick me!" She said, her voice quavering.

All John had to do was place his mouth over her cunt and give one suck and Amy went into a gigantic, convulsing spasm of orgasmic pleasure, until she fell unconscious on the bed.

John waited patiently for her to awaken. In his hand he once again held the feather, and as soon as Amy uttered her first syllable --- "Ugh?" --- he was trailing the feather over her shoulders, down between her breasts and around her nipples, arousing her even more than before.

When the feather slipped into the crevice of Amy's ass, she had the first of a series of mini-orgasms that seemingly went on until John threw the feather away.

Very gently he spread her ass cheeks apart, pleased that Amy reacted by helping him in moving her legs apart, affording him easier access to her puckered hole.

Wetting his thumb in her vaginal secretions John urged it into her ass. Amy's mouth opened, but no sound emerged. The look on her face told him that she really enjoyed the sudden movement; and Amy surprised him by wriggling her rump back at the thumb lodged inside her.

Smiling knowledgably, John slowly withdrew the thumb and sent two fingers into Amy's pussy, letting the errant thumb content itself by caressing her starfish as the fingers explored her inner depths while she moaned and moaned and moaned.

He kept Amy in a state of sexual confusion, alternating the thrusts of his fingers from slow to fast, from shallow to deep and every few strokes reinserting or extracting his thumb from her ass.

Feeling her orgasmic shudders start, John halted all movement. Amy's orgasm stopped a moment later as if he was waving a baton and she was the orchestra. He counted to ten and then suddenly buried the fingers and thumb deep inside her and shimmied them from side to side.

Amy exploded.

He waited thirty seconds before continuing. She was still in the middle of her climax when he rolled her over onto her stomach, forced her legs apart with his knee and bent over her lovely juice covered ass. Using his thumbs he spread her cheeks apart.

Amy moaned and shook as her orgasm sent an electrified shock through her system. In truth she had no idea whatsoever as to what John was doing to her so lost in her climax was she. That is until the moment he pushed his face into her split and eagerly licked at her asshole.

 The wickedly delightful sensation caused her to yell and jerk her body simultaneously. He stiffened his tongue and tried to push into her ass. He barely made it and slapped her rump to get her to relax her muscles a bit. It worked. He managed to work an inch of tongue into her as she frantically tried to cope with the situation.

Between her climaxes and the new sensations he was causing she almost blacked out again as she had forgotten to breathe for a minute or so.

John continued to tongue-fuck her tight ring, unaware of the difficulty Amy was having in regaining her breath.

Only when he backed off and started to rub her cunt with the palm of her hand did her sexual confusion dissolve sufficiently for her to gulp a lungful of air and then moan her pleasure out.

"I'm going to die from this... nastiness!"

"No, no you won't. But you will remember it for the rest of your life!"

That said, he licked her asshole again and followed up by sending his middle finger in a good two inches.

He smiled with satisfaction on feeling her anal muscles grip his finger, clenching and unclenching --- welcoming it --- trying to get it to fuck her anally.

Amy moaned happily. John continued to loosen her rectal canal for a time and then laid his first finger alongside the middle finger, then slowly pushed both into Amy's rectum.

She groaned deeply, and rose up to meet the penetration. He finger-fucked her in this way for a long time; stopping only to spit on his fingers to give added lubrication when needed. It wasn't long before he was able to add a third finger.

"Oh God," she cried, lifting her head and turning to look back at him. "John... oh, John... that feels...."

Abruptly John pulled out his fingers.

"Hey!" She protested briefly, once again peeking over her shoulder and a shudder passed through her body for John had his cock in hand and it was centered on her asshole.

"Wait! I'm not..."

But it was too late, for he was already pushing his member into her tight pucker, stretching it wider than Amy had though possible.

He tugged Amy up onto all fours and centered his cock on her asshole and pressed it in. It slipped away and he had to take aim once more, this time the head popped in after he applied sufficient pressure and Amy groaned pleasurably.

'At last I've got him in me,' she told herself.

"It may hurt a wee bit, love. But not for very long, that much I promise."

Amy, panting quietly, held herself rigidly on all fours and staring down between her legs at his penis as it entered her rectum.

John thrust hard --- Amy groaned loudly, in pain this time, there was no discernable pleasure that she could find, only a searing, burning pain.

John pulled back, then thrust forward . . . .

Amy experienced a moment of excruciating agony and just as suddenly, it vanished. She looked between her legs and saw only his balls swinging slightly --- he was all the way inside her ass!

Amy threw her head back and exclaimed, "How... how the fuck did you manage that?"

"By taking the time to prep you first," he said and then laughed nervously. "I wasn't sure until the moment I drove it all the way."

"Sure about what?"

"That you could handle me . . . all of me; I mean I knew I could get it half-way in, but all the way . . . well, there was no way of my knowing in advance. Your body might have been different from someone else's."

"There, see . . . you just relaxed your anal muscles!"

Amy thought she knew exactly what he meant and tried to squeeze him --- and did.

"All right, now let's have a good old-fashioned butt fuck, my girl!"

John backed halfway out, then slowly reentered. He felt the tightness of her anal ring gripping him as his slimy shaft furrowed through her channel until his testicles bounced against the cheeks of her ass. He was all the way home again.

Amy fully expected John to pull back and then thrust forward in the standard fucking manner the she was used to. But he did not. Instead, John rocked slightly from side to side, causing Amy to gasp with surprise and joy.

"OH!"

He repeated the side to side movement again, and Amy could not help but gasp again. Now she was panting with excitement and tried to speak but couldn't find her voice.

He backed out and thrust in all the way once more and she groaned long and loud from the pleasure that rippled through her entire body.

That wasn't an orgasm, she realized, but what then?

John began to fuck in earnest, establishing a rhythm of deep, even strokes and Amy set herself to accept them--- to enjoy them to the fullest --- and cried out when he popped out of her anus.

"BACK! PUT IT BACK!"

He did so as fast as was possible and her gasps turned to groans, interspersed with occasional encouragement. "OH, GREAT! UGH, UGH! THAT'S IT! THAT'S IT!"

She was lost. Rubbing her cunt furiously with one hand, supporting herself with the other, caused her to mash her face into the pillow.




Amy Ch. 17



Then Amy began to meet his thrusts by pushing her rear back at him, catching John off guard and almost compelling him to increase the speed of his humping into her ass.

Amy started to come. She was moaning continuously, whipping her head from side to side, still massaging her clit and reveling in the feel of him as his swollen cock scraped her anal walls providing her with a fullness she would never forget.

John felt his testicles contracting and knew it was only seconds before he himself was coming into her clasping, clutching ass.

"Coming Baby!" he yelled at the top of his lungs.

"YEAH!" Was all Amy could manage by way of a reply as the first gush of his load soared out of the tip of his prick in a fiery burst coating the walls of Amy's ass; and with another loud groan he pulled back but not out of her before his second burst which filled her rectum with his seed.

Amy was tugging at her right nipple for it was incredibly sensitive, almost unbearably erect and the harder she tugged the more pleasure she derived. Soon she was gasping for air, her unfocused eyes staring wildly, straight ahead -- he looked up and saw her tugging cruelly at her long nipples, her head back and her mouth open. Amy's sensors went into overload as the heat and feel of his sperm filling her anal channel brought on an even great orgasm then the gigantic one she was only now coming down from.

Finally John ground to a halt. He leaned over her shoulders, making sure that he and not she was supporting his weight. They remained that way for several minutes, panting and gasping for air. Gradually his cock softened and when Amy shifted her hip to attain a better position, his member slipped from her rectum with a soft pop.

Amy gave a satisfied sigh.

A minute went by before either of them spoke.

"You are a GREAT fuck," John whispered in her ear, "A truly great fuck."

"Do you really think so?" Amy said in a small voice, glancing at him over her shoulder with a relieved smile. "I really don't know much about sex."

"You were born to have sex, baby," he told her and meant every word.

They lay side by side, he recuperating, waiting for his cock to rise; she half-dreaming of what being married to John might be like --- her a big Broadway star and him a successful businessman.

She laid her head against his shoulder and sighed, her thick hair tickling his neck.

"That was wonderful," she said dreamily. "That was like nothing I've ever felt before."

"Amy," John said in as husky a voice as she'd ever heard, "tell me about your other sexual experiences. It's all right, we're lovers now. I want to know what you know about making love and having sex."

"I . . . There's not much to tell. You're my first real lover," she bit her lower lip, embarrassed at having to admit it to him.

"Surely there have been others?"

"Maury... but you know about him."

"Skip that little fuck," he said, "what about high school? Some guy or guys? Maybe a girl? Y'know in the heat of the backseat?"

"Um, well, there was Darren."

"Tell me about Darren."

"He was my boyfriend, star of the football team and all and...."

"C'mon, Amy, open up for me," he said trying to cajole her into confessing her most erotic transgressions.

She giggled, "I already have, haven't I?"

"Yes, that's true enough. But I want to know the real you. Y'know? The kinky things you've done, and who you did them with."

"Mmmm, well . . . I blew Darren, but that's all. Well do hand jobs count?"

"Yes. Even French kisses count."

"Oh, wow!" Amy was impressed with what John wanted to know about her and she searched her memory for items he would find interesting. She gave some consideration into making a few things up, but decided for the moment not to embellish any more than necessary.

"'kay," she said, and with a self-depreciatory gesture began telling him how she would sit in front of her full-length mirror and coax her clittie out of hiding and then masturbate to wonderful climaxes watching every moment reflected back at her. "Kind of like watching a movie," she said summing it up.

"Anything else?"

"I compared my titties with another girl. Her name was Terry."

"Did you touch each other?"

"No!"

"I don't mean that way. I meant each others... titties."

"Well, sure, that we did."

"Did you like it?"

"I don't recall."

"C'mon Amy, do you expect me to believe you touched another girl's tits and she touched yours and you didn't get excited?'

"It was so long..." she paused, her brow furrowed in thought. "I do remember!" She said gleefully. Terry kissed my boob, and I got this electric shock right down to my toes."

"You see," John smiled, "A feeling like that is unforgettable."

"I suppose," she replied and nibbled on a fingernail.

"What else? Did you kiss hers?"

"Uh-uh."

She paused, obviously probing her brain for any other things she might tell him.

"Um, there was this thing I did with Sharon Beltish. We were seniors and discussing how to give head and she told me that she had practiced with a banana before going down on Joey DeFlippio. And as soon as I got home I snuck a banana to my room and practiced some, but I remember I choked on it." She laughed. "Tried too much too soon," she said, pleased with her rendition.

"That's it. That's the whole sordid story of my sex...."

"What? Why did you stop?"

A lewd grin was on Amy's face and served to confuse John.

"C'mon, give, what is it?"

"There was one other thing... but I shouldn't mention it."

"C'mon, we're all friends here. Out with it."

"You really insist? It might be embarrassing."

"I haven't been embarrassed for years, now go on what is it?"

"My first day in New York."

"That figures," he said, "only in New York. So what happened?"

"I watched you and Janice fucking like rabbits on your office couch." Then she was laughing uncontrollably and soon after John joined her.

"Why..." he asked, still laughing, "didn't you join us?"

Amy, still laughing herself, responded honestly. "I wanted to but I was afraid. After all you were two consenting adults and I'm only eighteen."

He turned serious. "But... you wanted to. You had this urge to join us, right?"

Amy went sober. Where was this leading? She wondered.

"Um, why do you ask?"

"Because if you want to try a three-some... well just let me say it might be possible for me to arrange one."

Amy licked her lips. Oh she wanted to all right, but she didn't dare admit it. Eve came to mind, and Mona. Instead she fought to gain more time before answering and said, "Got a name in mind already, lover?"

"No," he said, "but I can come up with several. We are talking about adding a woman and not a man are we not?"

Amy smirked at this. 'Don't want a second man, John?' she thought, but shrewdly thought to say, "I hadn't thought about it one way or the other. You've only just deflowered me and now you're talking about sharing me with someone else."

John knew when to quit and tacitly changed the subject.

"I'm feeling kind of icky. Care to join me in a shower?"

"If it's just the two of us, sure, let's go!"



Amy Ch. 18



John gave Amy a couple minutes head start on the shower, then still nude he followed her, entering the steamy bathroom and opening the glass door he stepped in next to her.

She was working up a thick lather in her hair when he abruptly kissed her on the mouth. Amy dropped her arms to embrace him as John's hands slid down to her soapy hips and cupped the cheeks of her ass as her hard tipped nipples rubbed against his chest. She clung to him as the kiss grew hotter; eventually the shampoo sluiced off her head and trickled down to cover her breasts and stiffened nipples. The foamy shampoo remained there until John's chest rubbed against her breasts causing it to dissolve.

When John finally broke the kiss, Amy's tongue tried to cling to his, but he spun her around leaving her licking at the empty air in front of her. His hands left her ass and went to her slick breasts, cupping them, then thumbing her hardened nipples until she found it almost unbearable and moaned, asking him to stop.

He obliged her, but only left the nipples to yearn for more as he mauled her breasts, kneading and squeezing them while at the same time nudging his half-hardened cock into the crevice of her ass.

This brought about an instant moan of pleasure as Amy recalled her first anal experience only a few minutes earlier.

John continued to arouse her even more by using his hands to titillate her flesh, caressing, rubbing, kneading; always something different. Always touching her precisely where and how she wanted to be touched.

The timbre of her moans told him when to move downward to the wet tangle of matted fur just above her pussy.

Amy shivered with delight, loving his touch, wanting his hardness between her legs once more and wondering just how many times they would wind up doing it this wonderful, magical night.

John gave her a hint of what was to come as his soapy hand gently massaged her mons while the other slid up and down the crack of her ass.

Resting her head against his chest, Amy sighed deeply and spread her legs a bit, 

opening herself to his hands. 

"Please, finger me," she moaned.

"Finger me in both places," she said and trembled in anticipation.

John nodded in understanding, and then carefully rinsed off each hand. Making certain they were free of any soap then he returned each hand to its former position.

Carefully the one hand caressed the outer folds of her cunt; the other deftly circled the puckered starfish of her ass, eliciting a long, highly aroused moan from her throat.

Each time the finger skirted the closed eye of her rectum he felt her react by tightening her buttocks and then relaxing as the finger moved away.

He pried her outer folds open and ran a finger up and down her slit and for the first time was able to discern between the water from the shower that still cascaded down her body and over her pussy and her juices; her juices being decidedly slicker than the water.

Amy's knees buckled and were it not for having her hands around his neck she would have sunk to the shower floor, for John made no move to prevent her falling.

He was committed to fingering her fore and aft. She had asked for it and it was her responsibility to remain standing, at least for the present. Satisfied that she would remain upright, he started sucking and kissing her on the neck; slowly working his way to her mouth. Amy was now at a fever pitch, just waiting for him to give her the signal to come.

They're tongues commingled --- and they took turns swallowing each other's saliva. John worked a finger into her ass, moaning as her anal muscles contracted, bringing a light, firm pressure to bear on the finger.

The kiss ended abruptly as both gasped for air. Then as Amy's body shook with delight, he sent a finger into her slippery slit and found her "G" spot and brought her another step closer to her impending explosion.

"I'm gonna come big, aren't I?" she asked with a shudder.

He did not reply.

"Huh?" she asked again, but this time with a dreamy, sex crazed lilt.

His finger left her pussy and she groaned at the loss, then moaned hotly as he massaged the entire surface of her cunt with the palm of his hand, adroitly averting direct contact with her clit.

"UGH!"

She grunted with satisfaction.

He rubbed faster and she grunted again and her knees started to cave, this time John caught her.

"Put your arms around my neck and hold on. I need the use of my hands to make you come. You want to come don't you?"

"Uh-HUH."

She was supporting herself by using her right arm to hold around his neck while her left hand gripped a soap dish set into the tiled wall.

He took her right breast and lifted it to his mouth. As he took her nipple in his mouth and sucked lightly, Amy hissed and shook.

"Hold on damn it!" John said chastising her. Regretting it instantly as he felt her cringing against him.

He said nothing further, but redeemed himself immediately in her eyes, by taking her engorged nipple between his teeth and nibbling on it, bringing a long series of satisfied moans from her throat. He then tongued the stiffened bud and found himself growing hard as he listened to Amy's rapid, shallow breathing, knowing he was the cause of her excited state.

John remained on her teat for a long time; licking, sucking, and sometimes taking delicate nips with his teeth. He watched her face from the corner of his eye; listened to her breathing, carefully noting what gave her the most pleasure. Her groans and sighs and her fingers digging into his shoulder told him about the waves of pleasure that continuously radiated from her rock-hard nipple stems and her overly sensitive, tiny pimpled areola. Assuming the timing was right; he repeated the slow assault on her other breast.

Amy was helpless; moaning continuously -- a long, low croon of expressionless heat. One hand fiercely held to a clump of his hair, the other gripped the soap dish more firmly than before.

Abandoning her nipples, John sent his palm back to her mons, cupped it and squeezed.

Amy had a short, sweet orgasm.

"You came did you?" He asked.

"Um, a little," she moaned, still trapped in a sexual haze.

He massaged the area again and gauged the level of her responding moan.

Satisfied he had more leeway left to him before her major climax overwhelmed her, he teased her clit, then sent three fingers inside the opening of her cunt, careful not to penetrate any distance. His other hand retraced its way to her starfish pucker and finding it, pressed inward.

"Ugh! Ugh!" She grunted and ceased supporting herself as she slowly sank to her hands and knees in the shower.

Amy was crying at the loss of his precious fingers from both her holes, but no words came from her mouth. 

His fingers found her cuntal opening and returned, this time penetrating to the second knuckle and finally John began the end game, extracting his fingers and placing his palm against her inner lips, then increasing the pressure of his palm against her pussy and speeding its slight up and down movement. 

Amy tensed, knowing the explosion was coming, and her hip thrusts became as regular as a metronome. All he heard were her gasps and moans and then, Amy was shouting. 

"Ohhh, I'm gonna come in a minute!"

"Ohhhh, I'm coming now, I'm coming NOW!"

She clamped her thighs tightly around his hand so that he could hardly move it, but he thought it wonderful to feel her cunt making such fast contractions around his fingers.

Amy's body shook and heaved as the spasms wracked her.

"Oh, my God, it's wonderful!" she groaned.

"I'm so fucking horny. I think . . . I think . . . Oh shit! I can't help . . . it!"

"What is it?" He asked concerned something had gone terribly wrong.

"I'm pissing . . . pissing on your hand!"

And he felt it; a warm, golden stream washing over his palm and wrist with a hissing, sizzling sound. He was amazed. Amy really was pissing on him! He didn't mind, not really, but he was startled by her action. He watched the shower drain and the gurgling yellow fluid swirling round and round as it spilled into the drain and finally vanished from sight.

As aroused as was possible, John hoisted Amy to her feet and entered her. His strokes were sure and deep. Her moans of pleasure were regular and growing louder, and she began to regain her composure, occasionally thrusting her hips forward, trying to ensure that his driving cock would touch her clit at some point during its expeditions in and out of her churning cunt.

He increased his pace.

Her head lolled, sometimes forward, sometimes back and her knees sagged as even more of her weight fell onto the arm draped across his shoulders. Then suddenly, Amy threw her head back and crested with a deep, prolonged moan of ecstasy, digging her fingers into his shoulder so hard John knew he'd have bruises. Amy's knees buckled slightly, then she caught herself and stood on quivering legs, her orgasm continuing unabated. 

"Oh Fuck!"

"Oh Fuck!" 

"Oh Fuck!"

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" 

She muttered incoherently; her hips jerking convulsively as she struggled to stay on her feet. Her face was lifted towards John's; her eyes closed --- mouth slightly open, twisted with pleasure.

He was hammering into her, on the brink of a fantastic orgasm of his own.

Her breath was sapped from her lungs from this onslaught --- this jack hammering cock that was seemingly pulverizing her cunt to pieces.

A fresh orgasm seized her whole body, more powerful than the one before. Her hips jerked involuntarily, and a long howl escaped her wide open mouth. 

"AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" 

Her whole body convulsed as Amy simultaneously tried to thrust her pussy against his pummeling prick and he managed to work a finger its full length up her ass.

Her knees buckled and Amy collapsed, pulling him down as he struggled to keep her filled in front and behind. They fell into a tangle over the shower drain, and came apart. The warm water beat down upon them --- unnoticed, as he reinserted his member and renewed his thrusting, and she her moans. John's impetus was now slower, more deliberate. His finger moved back along the crack of her ass, searching for her puckered opening and finding it --- sent his finger back into her as she moaned in gratitude.

Amy's neck arched backward, her mouth fell open and emitted a continuous grunting sound: "UGH! UGH! UGH!" 

Her breasts quivered, nipples pointing east and west from the shock waves that were slamming through her body.

John's body went rigid --- and he finally came --- filling her with a gigantic load.

*****

They lay in the shower for another ten minutes. Until Amy's quivering and twitching subsided and she lay slack in his arms, with only the occasional twitch to show that she was still alive. Finally, his shrunken penis slipped from her cunt. One last time, he sank the finger into her ass, caused another tremor to vibrate through Amy's body and then withdrew it with a soft pop.

Groaning with the effort, he reached up with one hand and shoved the shower handle down, turning off the water.

Eyes closed, Amy whispered, "Now I know how it feels to die from pleasure."

It took her a long time to get out of the shower, dry off and fix her hair. She was so spent John thought she might have fallen asleep in front of the bathroom mirror had he permitted her to do so. But at his insistence she tottered into the bedroom and lay down. Within a minute Amy was dead to the world, but wearing a satisfied smile as she recreated her experiences in the most delightful dream she had ever had.

*****

The following day, a remarkably refreshed Amy worked through Act 1 scene 2 and found it fascinating to see how differently people work. She found that Anna and Anthony had most of their lines memorized. For that matter, Amy had hers down too --- although to a somewhat lesser extent.

But on the second run through, Amy realized that Anthony Spano had a totally different way of working in that while Anna and Amy held pages of the script in their hands, Anthony went without --- he simply asked the stage manager to give him the line if he faltered. Amy did note that he only made the request twice and assumed that he knew his lines well enough, but using a great deal of energy may have caused the occasional lapse mentally. Nobody seemed to mind either way since they were all working towards the same goal.

Amy also had a dream fulfilled in that she had a lovely chat with Anna about working with Stella Adler early on in her career. In fact it involved her first performance in class for Stella. Anna had chosen a scene from "Boom Boom Girls" and spent a few weeks getting up the nerve, signing up on the performing sheet and then crossing her name off . . . until finally her time came. As she told Amy, "Stella required each person to costume themselves for class and that meant right down to your underwear. Adler believed that what you wore was an integral part of your character. 

So Anna dressed the part, high boots, fishnet stockings, hot pants, etc. The first words out of Stella's mouth were, "Whores, whores! Desdemona, Juliet, Queens, it doesn't seem to matter. They all want to play whores." 

Anna grinned wryly at Amy and said, "I had set the scene up to play with a male partner, but when she motioned him to get up and do something he just shook his head, 'no'. So I swallowed hard and laid out my props --- this was a requirement, Stella allowed no miming in her class.

"Almost immediately, she started on me," Anna said. Amy was riveted to every word. She had longed for this conversation every since she could remember.

"Look at her, she's common," Adler yelled.

"Why is she here?" Adler gestured outwardly to the members of the class who sat in two rows of folding chairs watching in horror, hoping they wouldn't be the next to be singled out.

"Look at me!" Stella yelled, "Well I certainly did."

"She's nothing," She said, turning sideways to look at the class.

"Now, I didn't know it, but this was common practice in Stella's class. She required total commitment from her students and absolutely no fear. If you were the least bit intimidated by her she would kick your ass off the stage. And I don't mean in a nice way. It was just her style. "I'll give her that. This business requires courage and you needed all you had, almost every day to survive in her classes."

"Anyway, I got so frazzled; so humiliated, I mean, who wouldn't? I started the scene because I had nowhere else to hide. That's right; I hid myself in the part."

"Now, Amy I doubt you ever saw the play I'm talking about. Perhaps you've never even heard of it. But the scene in question consisted of confronting my mother and father about the past. Brazenly, (at least that's what the others said later, but right then I had all I could do to keep from peeing in my pants from the fear Adler had instilled in me) I substituted Stella for my mother in the scene and directed all the dialogue to her. I went so far as to walk up to the chair that Stella was sitting in (Stella always sat in a huge chair in the center of the room like a throne) and tugged on her sleeves with tears rolling down my face as I spoke my lines. Can you imagine my surprise when halfway through the scene I discovered Stella was crying along with me?"

Amy's mouth hung open.

"Oh, yeah," Anna said ending the story, "I ended the scene face to face with Stella both of us bawling like babies."

"Then Stella wiped the tears away and said, "I have nothing to say." Then she turned away from me and wiping her eyes spoke to the class. "There stands an actress!" Then she turned back to confront me, and speaking in a quiet, but audible voice said, "Don't ever do that to me again." 

 Later that same day Amy was still working with Anna and Anthony on another scene from Act 1. Kathleen Sullivan, the director and choreographer watched intently as Amy ran through her number. When Amy finished she trotted off the stage and headed for the Coke machine.

Ms. Sullivan turned to Yves Tolbur one of the main producers and said, "Care to critique their performances Yves?"

"Sure," he said, carelessly running a hand through his thick mane of hair.

After listening to the three of them I'd venture to say that Anna has just the right low rounded tone one would expect from Maria. Of course, Anna has always had that slightly nasal quality but over-rides it with the quiet dignity in her speech and bearing. She may be a better Maria than the original. Only time will tell."

"And what of Amy?" Sullivan asked, arching her eyebrow.

"Ah, Miss Prentice. She has such a high pitched, fluty quality to her voice and has an endearing little girl quality to her persona." He smiled at Ms. Sullivan. "I find it difficult to believe she's just out of high school. I mean, I've seen her dance and in that capacity she is an original. Her voice is fine for the limited use she'll be put to use it in the play. But her dancing . . . in a word, superb!"

"I rather like her too," Ms. Sullivan said, "and for much the same reasons. What of our Mr. Spano?"

"Ah yes, Anthony has a rumbling, blustery quality to his voice; louder than the ladies and more animated. Anna is focused, precise and thinks through each scene with an eye toward the reality of it. Amy maintains that little girl quality but shows definite signs of having done her homework as well. Which I am hard put to understand how in hell she can manage it. I'll just say that if she continues to impress us her star will definitely rise."

But Mr. Spano, I'm not sure. It's difficult to tell with him right now because he relies quite heavily on the stage manager giving him the lines as he works through. On the other hand, he is a pro. I fully expect him to hold the audience spellbound when the time comes."

 Yves called the actors over and they formed a circle around him and Ms. Sullivan as they exchanged various aspects of each moment for each character in the scene. They talked openly about what felt 'right' and 'comfortable' and what didn't. Even Amy offered her opinion and to her surprise found them nodding acceptance of her views.

Kathleen Sullivan went off on a tangent. "Years ago I did a production in which a famous choreographer redirected a famous show originally done by a famous director."

"Yeah, just like this version of West Side Story. The problem was that the new direction became about choreographed movements having nothing to do with the original intention of the director. These exercises you ran through today constitute the same problem. Nearly every one of these exercises is about producing a physical commitment to the movement; the more intense the commitment --- the greater the result. That, ladies and gentleman of the jury, is part one of a great performance --- COMMITMENT!"

Ms. Sullivan chose that moment to stare at Amy.

"Except for some very unusual circumstances, it's no accident that the best performers are older. The combination of theatre experience and life experience are unbelievably important. Why? Because if you haven't lived to experience enough of life and it's complex emotional states then its damn near impossible to reproduce them on stage."

"Mind you, reproducing is NOT re-experiencing! There is a huge gulf between these two processes. The teaching of acting has been split between them since the days of Stanislavski."


Everyone was giving her their undivided attention. Amy was surprised at this, having thought that with their combined stage experience both Anthony and Anna knew this. Yet they too were mesmerized by Sullivan's lecture.

"To demonstrate physical reality," Ms. Sullivan continued, "you must begin with three things: 

1. Understanding. That means you must not only know the emotional state of the character you're portraying but also you must know everything about the character himself, or herself, including circumstance and time period. Not to mention the dirty word --- subtext, which is often the opposite of the text. On a lighter level, that's what sarcasm is --- the words saying one thing when the meaning is the opposite. 




Amy Ch. 18



2. Observation. Human nature is such that we act in certain ways in certain circumstances apart from some slight cultural variance. When someone calls you a pig, you get angry. Eyebrows scowl, fists clench, breathing becomes more shallow, shoulders tense, voice pitch raises and in many cases volume increases, focus intensifies. You've seen it - so have I. And when someone tells you you're beautiful --- think about it. Or when someone says, "What's wrong with you!?" Think about it. 

3. Repetition. Bring those observations and understanding to your rehearsals; and with respect to Ms. Prentice here, to your acting classes too. Mix well and repeat 100 times. Why? Because unless you're only doing three shows on the weekend, it's your job in a professional environment to reproduce that performance eight times a week. And that IS your goal, right? That's what I thought. So . . . ladies and gentleman . . . I give you part two --- COMPREHENSION."

"Part three is probably the most difficult to obtain and most difficult to sustain. That is staying connected. The entire concept of theatre is to distill human experience into visual performances at an extremely high stakes level. The Greeks believed theatre was designed for the community to experience and share high emotional states. That concept hasn't changed much. How many shows have you seen where you lived and died with the characters? Not many, I presume. That's the difficult part about acting --- to connect to the character and the circumstance so that the audience understands the emotional state you're going through. How simple is that for a pop singer? They're already connected to their own psyche and don't need to recreate it eight times a week. Want to see a connected performance? Go rent "The King and I" starring Yul Brynner. That filmed performance is exactly what he gave on stage for thousands of performances! Did you believe he was the King of Siam? Did you ever doubt it? Or try Robert Preston in "The Music Man." There it is, performance committed, connected and comprehended." 

"As you all know, It takes a lot of guts to get up and perform knowing that everyone in the room is waiting for you to fail. It takes guts to audition for a highly critical director or casting director. For most of you it takes the form of auditioning for people you know very well and who know YOU very well. It is way too much like singing for your mother and her friends."

"But, hello stress! It takes real guts to go out on stage after a scathing review and give it your best performance. It takes real guts to go out when your spouse leaves you; or your child is hurt or sick; or a parent dies. But you know what? Theatre is life distilled. Everything you experience is another book in your vast library. That's part four --- COURAGE."


"So here's your homework." Amy felt as if the director were talking to her and her alone.

"Look around you!" Ms. Sullivan cried out, her voice rising with every syllable. "See that couple arguing on the street corner? Watch every move they make and understand THAT kind of physicality. Did that scene make you cry? Watch it over and over to see every tic and eye movement. Watch the great performances and make sure you understand why they're great. Go see "Gone With the Wind" and "Casablanca" and "The King and I" and "The Music Man." Watch any professional sports competition. Learn what commitment, comprehension, connectedness and courage mean. That should take a lifetime."

She waved her arm at them and said, "I'm done."

No one moved, except Anthony who only shifted position to relieve his aching leg in which he'd sustained a slight muscle tear from his dancing.

Yves Tolbur one of the main producers nodded at Ms. Sullivan and took his turn.

"When asked about the making of a great performance, I find myself reminiscing about the first great performance I witnessed. It was at the St. James Theatre, I was around eight, and when Yul Brynner entered as the King, I fell in love --- with his back, with the way be breathed, with the shimmering light reflecting on his smooth skin. He made hair on men seem unnatural. I was absolutely mesmerized by his presence. Nothing I had experienced in my lifetime until then seemed as important. I do not remember any other performance in that production."

"A few years ago I had the pleasure of seeing Elaine Paige in the Broadway production of Sunset Boulevard. This was long after I had studied my craft and had many years to perform and teach what I had learned. Elaine Paige took my breath away upon her entrance as Norma Desmond very similar to the way Yul Brynner had in the "King and I." 

"I could not take my eyes off of her. I hadn't fallen "in love" with Ms. Paige anymore than I had with Mr. Brynner. I had, however, been connected to the greatest part of myself, which made me feel as if I had fallen in love."

Each of these performers literally forced me to continually catch my breath. And it was with my deepest ability to hear and experience that I listened to their joy and pain; and from the bottom of my heart and soul, I wanted for them to have whatever they needed before they exhaled their last breath."

Yves remained silent for a full minute and then resumed. No one had even blinked.

"In the process, Brynner and Paige inspired me to replace all judgmental thoughts taught me in my personal life; such was the empathy I had for their character's circumstances. I was experiencing unconditional love every moment they were breathing greatness. At the end of that cycle of inhaling and exhaling, we were both exhausted, and I, forever changed."

"For me, It was a once in a lifetime experience. For them, it was a job they were contracted to do eight times a week." 

"There is not a great actor who has the opportunity to perform a great role whose life is not forever changed by this creative process. This epiphany may only happen once. But the job of the actor or actress is to make the audience believe it happens for the first time, eight shows a week."

He paused, then looked each person around him in the eye.

"I hope and pray that you can find it in yourselves to rise to that level with this production. If you do manage it . . .: He paused for a moment, "You'll find a level of immortality that only a very few do."

Yves spun on his heel and walked away, waving his arm in a farewell gesture and hiding his face from view.

The four of them stood there for another moment, then Kathleen said, "As good a sum up as I've ever heard. I'm out of here. See you all tomorrow."

Anna and Anthony each touched Amy on the shoulder as they made their departures. They all knew that it was Amy who had inspired the shows leaders to make their respective speeches; they also knew that it was because Amy was considered special in their eyes already, after one day of production.



Amy Ch. 19



Three weeks later on a Saturday, the cast was readying for the road opening of West Side Story in Washington, D.C. just four days away.

The girls were taking a break and as usual Elsie, always the actress, was regaling Amy and Linda with the latest on her latest boyfriend.

"We're done," she said flatly. "I told Lorraine that he asked for her number. I just wasn't psyched to assist this match, but the only thing more pathetic than girls mooning over uninterested guys are girls who sabotage other girls, even annoying ones, as part of some futile intra-sex competition. As usual, Lorraine spent several minutes obsessing over tan lines and diet. She's bowstring-thin with auburn highlights — and don't remind me Linda, I know Grady has this redhead fixation, but she's no Firecrotch. This is a girl whose last boyfriend told me she wouldn't scratch or massage his back because it would ruin her manicure. So let Grady have her and her listless leg-spreading."

She threw her hands in the air to emphasize her next line. "Elsie's sloppy seconds? Hmm, I don't know if I like his nose," Lorraine said. "Which kills me because I love his nose and can think of plenty of places for it."

She sighed adding to her little drama. "But I left Grady's number with Lorraine before hanging up; fuck it, the bimbo can call him if she realizes her awesome luck. 

Elsie looked directly at her two friends before continuing. "Anyway, I've hooked up with Mel again."

Linda caught Amy's eye and arched an eyebrow. Amy stifled a giggle, truly enjoying her moment with the two women.

Elsie went on. "Would you believe . . . I don't know why I didn't tell you this sooner, Linda, but Mel called from Club Med last Tuesday!"

Linda nudged Amy in the ribs with her elbow, as if to clue Amy in on Elsie's next line.

"I wanted to hear your voice," he said — and to make plans for Friday the day after I return." The shit reduced me to useless puddle of sap. I veered from toe-curling sex fantasies to sugary mental pix of couple-hood and back again for several hours." 

Linda was impressed: "You had what? One date and he's asking you out from his Club Med vacation in the Caribbean?"

Elsie beamed at the two of them. "Yeah!" she exclaimed and smacked her lips.


"Jesus, Elsie," Linda said sarcastically, "If Mel had any more nerve; he could give my clitoris a run for its money."

Elsie ignored the remark and continued on with her tale of the day. "So there I am, all buoyed up on Thursday 'cause we're gonna meet in like in less than 24 hours, ya know?"

"I'm feeling minimal pain when I practically mowed Grady down in the corridor. He began yapping about Lorraine again. So I bluntly informed him I'd already given Lorraine his number, told him the ball's in her court. Grady tried to conceal his telltale face-fall and asked if I wanted to grab a latte somewhere. Told him I was on my way to meet a guy for dinner (never mind that it was my dad). I've no use for Lorraine's "sloppy seconds," to borrow the charming girl's phrase. Let Grady find some other consolation thighs."

"Ya know," Elsie opined reflectively, "I should really focus on my lines for today, but I just left Mel, who by the way, is cooked to a crisp from the Caribbean sun. So I'm decompressing. Last night he accompanied me to a photo exhibit I was dying to see, which scored major points because he's no culture-vulture and simply wanted to make me happy. There was one mortifying moment, though: There we were, standing before a black-and-white, bird's-eye-view nude photo of the artist's lover, her face and breasts and tummy emerging proudly from the shadowy bedsheets. Mel's behind me, his fingers tangled in the hair at the nape of my neck, when he remarked, at full volume: "She's not that hot." 

"Christ, he wasn't even being ironic — he was dead serious! Everyone, including the gallery owner, shot us a look like we were beyond contempt, and I don't blame them. I mean, he probably thinks the Mona Lisa has a dingy complexion. I know I sound like I'm unfairly harsh on the guy, but the incident underscored how disturbingly hung up on appearances he is. I mean, before that we watched the roller blader's in the park, and Mel kept pointing out how this one had PMS -- premature mammary sag -- or how that one was packing the spandex with too much gut. He finally became so obnoxious that I told him I hoped he wasn't spending this much energy secretly denouncing my flaws. He said I had nothing to worry about, because I'm as serious a gym rat as he is. Glad he wasn't around a few years ago when I had my bout of exercise bulimia — his comments would've really cranked up my craziness." 

"Anyway, after the gallery, we go to Mel's place, and while we're fooling around shirtless, Mel interrupts the proceedings to ask if I think he's gotten more ripped over the past few weeks. I told him I hadn't noticed, and when I explained that I didn't feel ready to let things go any further tonight, he immediately hopped up to mix himself a protein drink. Oh, yeah, guy — if I'm not going for the mattress-springing, it must be because your lats can't cut glass yet!" 

Amy was sure Elsie had more to offer, but the choreographer waved them back with the other dancers and had them all run through their paces three times in rapid succession. 

Amy, having finished her segment, wondered if they were feeling a time crunch here. Linda sauntered over to stand alongside Amy as the others number wound down. 

"I swear I'm gonna need oxygen after this number if we do it one more time."

"Tell me about it," Amy offered, by now feeling accepted by everyone in the cast. Although she suspected there were several cast members who didn't like her one iota. Amy readily accepted that as part of being in the "Biz," as she was wont to say these days. She had found she had time and help from various members of the production team as well as the director to explore the inner dynamics and relationships between the characters. But the writing was so good that most of Amy's scenes didn't require that much work in order for them to be effective. But she worked through them just the same, sometimes finding it a little tedious; but more often finishing the day with a feeling of exhilaration at improving her performance level another notch. 

The entire cast was now working at a collective rhythm. Amy found it a little odd, but very reassuring. She had learned from Anna, who had proven to be a sensational Maria; that sometimes that moment never materializes, and having attained it augured well for the musical when it opened.

*****

Amy arrived back at John's apartment hopeful that he would be there waiting for her. He had been out of town for several days and she missed him terribly. She was especially horny for it had been four nights without having had him enter her.

Eve was also out of town, visiting her grandmother, who worked as a maid in Cleveland, Ohio.

The doorman greeted Amy as was his custom, but this day he had a wider smile than usual as he said, "Evening, Miss Prentice," followed by a whispered, "Ya didn't hear it from me, but Mr. Prentice is upstairs. He arrived an hour ago."

"Thank you! Elliott," she cried out joyfully and hugged him. Elliott watched as Amy took the elevator to her floor and then hastily made his way to the men's room in the lobby to masturbate while he could still feel the imprint of her breasts on his chest.

*****

"It's not fair John," Amy whispered contritely. "I've had three great climaxes since dinner . . . four if you count that horrible thing you did to me in the shower, and you've only had one. Tell me something I can do for you," she grinned wickedly and added, "My master."

"You should have more orgasms than me," John Prentice whispered back, "girls are designed that way. Guys are lucky to have two orgasms a day, maybe three. But girls can have multiple orgasms; they can keep coming until they cannot stand another."

"Really?" she said, surprised. "I've heard girls talk about multiple orgasms, but other than feeling absolutely wonderful, I didn't think more than three was possible."

"How many did you just have?" John inquired, already secure in the knowledge that it was probably four or more."

"Umm," Amy pretended to count them on her fingers, then went on to count her toes. Her giggles told him she was teasing.

"Come on, how many?" He prodded her with a finger to the ribs.

"Ow! Don't, that hurts!" She blurted like a child might.

"Answer me, come on, how many?"

"Four! At least I think it was four, could it have been more?"

"I don't know," John replied, "You're the one having them, shouldn't you be counting? Or at least have an idea?"

"Okay, it was four," she giggled, and gave him her winningest smile. 

"But I seem to have an easy time coming with you," Amy sighed, snuggling closer to him. 

"That's because you're my love slave. You'd be punished if you didn't come for me," he joked. "Seriously, though, you come pretty easily for somebody with so little experience."

"Well, might that be because you make me feel so nasty and ever so sexy?" Amy purred, contentedly. Then, as an afterthought, she added, "That was a very bad thing you did to me in the shower." 

"You mean when I pushed my finger up your butt?" John could sense Amy blushing in the darken bedroom. 

"Umm, you know, I can't believe I let you do that to me!"

"You didn't let me do it. You're my love slave, remember?"

"Oh yes, I seem to remember taking that oath of servitude, but I didn't sign anything and my agent told me that if it's not signed . . ." Amy made reference to the agent that John had introduced her to only the day before.

John shut her up with a kiss that grew in its intensity and it lasted quite a while.

Amy was smoldering when it ended and knew it had affected John the same way, for his appendage was growing ever larger against her thigh.

Her voice was dry with a thirst for sex. "I should be doing something to make you feel as wonderful as I feel," she said firmly and then took his finger and placed it between her fully ripened lips. 

John groaned with the knowledge that Amy was rapidly headed for a meeting with several of his 'other' friends.

She moaned softly as she slid his finger quickly in and out of her mouth, reveling in the very texture of his flesh; sucking lightly, covering his digit with her saliva. Every third or fourth stroke Amy halted for a moment to lick the end of his finger in a circular motion.

Unbeknownst to Amy, John's free hand was moving in another direction, a downward direction until his fingers became enmeshed in the still dampened tuft of hair just above her pussy. That brought a pleasurable moan to Amy's lips and she lightly bit his finger, certain it would cause him no pain.

Playfully retaliating, he pulled his finger through a snag of tangled pubic hair causing Amy to moan a little louder and then hiss with pleasure as the finger slowly slipped inside her feathery-soft, juicy cunt. He worked the finger around her inner folds, gathering enough juice to make his finger slippery and then spread the moisture up the shallow groove of her pussy toward her clit. John settled into a steady rhythm, sliding his wet finger up and down her furrow; rubbing her pink clit ever so lightly with each passage. 

Amy gasped and looked down between them. She gave a low moan as she watched his fingers disappear into the folds of her pussy, and then slowly reappear in the dim light. Her free hand reached down and grasped his arm, but she didn't try to stop his hand from moving back and forth, back and forth.

His finger dropped from her mouth, for Amy's jaw had fallen open as she entered a sexual stupor of sorts. She knew well enough where she was, but didn't know how she had lost her sexual advantage over him. She had been so sure that he would be candy in her hands when the idea of sucking his finger crossed her mind. True, Amy was only eighteen, now and a young eighteen at that, but still, she had always been able to control her men . . . until John.

Amy squirmed slightly and moaned, "No, John!" she hissed with an urgency that surprised him. "It's not my TURN AGAIN!"

He reached out and took her left nipple between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed. Amy writhed with the pleasure that soared through her body.

After she finished moaning again, John whispered to her, "I say it IS your turn!" Amy whimpered, closed her eyes, capitulating with his desire to bring her to yet another orgasm by leaning slowly forward until her forehead was resting on his shoulder; one hand on each of his knees. 

He continued to finger her and a few short minutes later, Amy was laboring to capture sufficient air in her lungs to keep from blacking out. The pleasure was unbelievably good. John felt Amy was about to crest; for her breathing was labored, her breaths harsh and deep; and her hands still had his knees in a death grip.

He added two more fingers and felt her shudder. He plunged them into her furiously and the moments later the wave struck and Amy began grunting through her most powerful orgasm to date. Her hips were thrusting wildly and she turned her head and bit him hard on the neck. John straightened and grabbed a handful of her hair and, pulling her mouth away from him, looked down into her face – now twisted with a shameless pleasure. He kissed her, forcing his tongue into her mouth where it battled with her own eager, searching tongue as her orgasm continued to overwhelm her senses.

Moments later Amy broke the kiss to gasp desperately for air and brought her arms up, hugging John tightly around the neck. Within a minute her moans of pleasure began to subside and she laid her head on his shoulder; her breathing sounding harsh in his ear. John's hand still cupped her sex; pressing softly, making only the tiniest of motions. After awhile, he fell back slowly, pulling Amy on top of him, and removed his hand from her warm, wet pussy. She looked down into his eyes. 

"Please fuck me, John!" she pleaded, "I need you inside me NOW!"

John rolled on top of her and, lifting his upper body, reached between them for his manhood, now thick and throbbing. Amy spread her legs wide and instinctively tilted her hips up. He wet the head of his cock by rubbing it up and down her dripping slit, then fitted it into the mouth of her vagina. 

"NOW!" she insisted, and he drove his entire weight down, spearing her to the hilt in one motion. 

"Ughhhhh!" she grunted at the forceful impact. 

Then it was his turn to groan as the slick warmth of her pussy encased his rampant prick.

Slowly he withdrew until just the head of his cock was inside her, then he dropped his weight again, impaling her; then slowly withdrew and did it again. Amy held her breath each time he made the slow withdrawal, then grunted as his 'beautiful cock' as she thought of it -- split open her sensitive inner walls and the base of his cock pressed down on her straining clit. Amy began rocking her hips up to meet his assault, her hands locked on his upper arms.

John paused, but only to pull Amy's legs up until her calves rested on his shoulders. The tilting of her body in this manner enabled him to attain an even deeper penetration, once this was accomplished he doubled the speed of his thrusts. 

The feel of his urgent cock filling her then, pushing in to where pleasure is nearly pain, and soon she was uttering a high, "OH!" each time his hips thumped home against her crotch. 

"OH! OH! OH! OH! OH!" she cried, staring up at him wide-eyed. 

"Oh, I'm going to COME! She thought and wailed helplessly.

And finally she was arching up towards him, her hips thrusting, her eyes closed, her head thrown back. He could see her full breasts jerk slightly each time he drove into her. Amy's pussy seemed to squeeze his cock and the extra friction coupled with the excitement of watching her come brought him to the brink. His thrusts became even faster as he soared over the edge and began to burst inside her.

"Come on baby!"

"Come in me baby!" She moaned coaxing him on.

Then Amy felt the change as his instrument of love suddenly swelled to even greater proportions and heard him cry out as his seed flowed into her pussy.

Her eyes opened and she began rolling her hips up to meet his. Suddenly Amy felt her release coming and finally the explosion that she felt the length of her body; in her brain, in her bones and veins, no boundaries, no borders right then between the two of them as lifted her to those heights from which she never wanted to leave, but did . . . eventually.

"That's right sweetie. Fill me up!" she moaned, her voice a strained whisper as he collapsed forward onto her with a final cry; his hips still thrusting, although very weakly at this point.

Amy wrapped her arms and legs around him, soothing and caressing him with her hands; whispering in his ear. And he could feel her pussy lightly squeezing around his spent penis.

They lay that way for a long time, resting in an idyllic state. John finally rolled over so they were side by side, arms and legs still tangled, and they fell asleep.

***

The very next day Amy couldn't wait to tell Linda and Elsie about her torrid love-making of the night before.

"He felt like velvet in my mouth," she gushed; and both Linda and Elsie grew wet between the legs so enraptured was Amy in the retelling of what had transpired. 

"He kissed me raw for about a half hour and I couldn't take anymore; he loved me until my hair was matted and my body dripping with sweat."

"My God, Amy!" Elsie said, astonished that this young girl had had so many orgasms in one night and with one guy. "And it was, like just him? Not two or three guys taking turns?"

"Elsie!" Linda shouted and then realized that she was calling everyone's attention to them. "I'm sorry Amy," she said, now whispering. "She shouldn't have been so damn boisterous about it, ya know/'

"It's okay, I don't mind. I feel so well fucked that I want the world to know so they can envy me."

"Well I for one envy the hell out of you," the cute blonde said.

"I can see that," Amy giggled and pointed to Linda's protruding nipples.

Elsie joined in the giggling, then said, "Seriously, since we're telling stuff out of school here, why not tell Amy 'bout that time with Jeffie?"

"Ya think?" Linda replied, arching her eyebrows.

"We got maybe twenty minutes left before the next part of rehearsal. Go on, tell her. If you forget something, I'll fill in for ya."

"Jeffie?" Amy mouthed to the girls.

"Yeah," Elsie said, Jeffie, Jeff, what's the difference?"

Linda jumped in with, "He's a guy we both worked with a couple years ago when we spent half our time auditioning and the other half waiting tables at Marvin's Grille, on 8th Avenue."

"Anyway," Elsie said, picking up the conversation, "Jeffie, Linda and me were having a couple of Apple Martini's at Marvin's after he'd closed for the night. I mean Jeffie closed the place up. There was no actual Marvin that I know of, you ever hear tell of him?" She said, tossing the ball to Linda.

"No, I think it was just a name the original owner picked when the place opened back in the early forties."

"Anyway," Elsie said, resuming her discourse, "we're all half smashed and feeling good. At least I know I was," she glanced at Linda, who nodded and said, "Me too, go on."

"So someone mentioned the infamous "G" Spot, I don't recall if it was you Linda, or Jeffie. Does it matter?"

"Nope," Linda said. "But you took exception to the remark as I recall."

"Did I ever," Elsie said and her eyes flashed with anger as she no doubt recalled the night in question.

"And Jeffie laughed at you. Really pissed you off," Linda said and smiled at Amy.

'Yeah, well I figured he was hittin' on me, ya know?" Elsie said. "I mean I'd had a couple of apples and I was no virgin, even way back then," she winked at Amy and that drew a knowing smile in return.




Amy Ch. 19



Linda licked her full, bright red lips provocatively, and picked up the storyline. "Jeffie didn't mean to start an argument, he was only making conversation. I mean, we'd worked together for maybe three months or so and he'd never hit on either one of us. Tell ya the truth, we were wondering about him, ya know? I mean, was the guy straight or what?"

"That's right," Elsie chimed in. "And maybe that's why we got so involved in the discussion about the "G" thing, ya think?"

"I dunno, but we did get involved, didn't we?"

They both laughed and then Elsie continued on. "So I challenged Jeffie right there to prove there was such a thing in a woman. Hell, I didn't believe it for a minute and how was this lug gonna prove anything like that anyway?"

"Well . . ." Linda said and smiled. "Maybe you might want Amy here to know you were wearin' the shortest of mini's and a tight sweater with no bra."

"He didn't get hard from lookin' at my tits though, did he?"

Linda laughed, "I guess he didn't . . . then."

"Oh . . . yeah, that's right," she said confirming Linda's statement.

"Wait a minute," Amy interrupted, "are you saying that he . . ."

"All in good time, Amy, be patient for a while longer." Elsie said soothingly.

We each had another apple martini and then Jeffie said, "Only one way to prove it, ladies and that's to do it."

"Bullshit!" I said, tellin' him off right there," Elsie said.

Linda smiled and said, "Maybe it was, but he had you dead to rights. You couldn't very well call him a liar without giving him a chance to prove his point."

"Yeah, right," Elsie said dourly as she recalled her predicament. 

"And then you jumped in, helping him out with that bullshit about seeing this woman in a porno flick sittin' on a stool . . ."

"It was a chair," Linda said interrupting her. "You damn well know it was a chair 'cause you got to see the flick a couple weeks later."

"Yeah, yeah," Elsie said, waving Linda away.

"Anyway, Amy, this woman's kinda entertaining some people at a party. She's sitting on this . . . chair, all right Linda? And she starts fingering herself. Then some guy hands her a small vibrator and she's working it over her clit for the most part and using one or more fingers to masturbate."

"I think I've got the picture," Amy giggled.

"Understand, I haven't seen this skin flick, Linda has, so I'm skeptical of what she's saying, but I tend to believe she's really seen it. So I said, they faked it when the bitch squirted out a foot or so."

"Hey, she let loose a flood of come. Maybe three, four squirts it was; and two, three feet away it landed. I tell ya, Amy, I was impressed."

"Of course," Elsie says, "Jeffie grabs this information and holds it over me, sayin' "See, didn't I tell ya?"

"Fuck you," I sez back.

Then he smiled and said, "You're afraid I'm right, ain't 'cha?"

"Are you daring me?" I asked.

"Do I have to dare you to prove a point?" He sez.

"Point, smoint!" I shot back. "You wanna get into my pants. No! You wanna get into my snatch!"

"That I do, or I can't prove a thing," says this smug-assed Jeffie, and by the way Linda, he was sporting a terrific hardon by then."

"I know," Linda smiled broadly, "I know. It made me weak-kneed just looking at it. And I'll tell you something else, Elsie. If you hadn't gone alone with him, I would have."

"What do you mean, you would have? Damn it he had his fist further into you then he ever did to me!"

"What!" Amy squalled, "His fist! He had his fist in you?"

"Relax Amy," Linda cooed, "it's only a figure of speech."

"Bullshit!" Elsie snarled. "He was fisting you like there was no tomorrow. Trouble is you were coming so fucking much and so fuckin' hard you never knew it."

"Elsie, you're getting ahead of yourself," Linda said.

"Yeah, right. So I challenged Jeffie, saying "You even seen it happen?"

"As a matter of fact, I have," he sez and pisses me off no end.

Jeffie kept right on talking. "There was this girl I dated about two years ago. She did it a lot. Not all the time, mind you, but lots of times."

"You're kidding," Linda sez.

"Nope, she loved it and so did I."

"So," I said to him, and just how did you manage to do it?" Elsie said, a resigned expression now covering her face.

"Like I said," Jeffie goes, "I toyed with the "G."

"I remember you snorted at that," Linda said, teasing her friend.

Elsie snorted again and Amy had to laugh aloud. "This is quite a story," she laughed.

"And a turn on too I bet," Linda smiled knowingly at Amy who blushed deep red.

"Okay, okay," Amy gushed, "so c'mon, what happened?"

"Well, did I really have a choice?" Elsie said, running a hand through her raven tresses to keep it from covering her eye.

"So, Jeffie," I sez, "This doesn't seem quite fair, I mean here you get to play with my pussy. Exactly what do I get?"

"I dunno, Elsie. What would you like?"

"Hey it's not a matter of what the fuck I like. I mean, you frig me off, I'm supposed to squirt a small flood. So what happens if I don't? I mean, like then I've been used and abused, with nothing to show for it," Elsie said.

"What do you think, Linda? What would be fair, that is if I can't get her going?"

"Jeffie, in that case I think you should go down on Elsie for at least an hour, or until she tells you to stop."

"An hour, eh? Be realistic will ya, my tongue can't go that long."

"Use your fingers while that juicy tongue of yours takes a rest," Linda said, taunting him a little.

"Will that satisfy you, Elsie?" Jeffie said, then laughed, "No pun intended."

"You still get the benefit, even if your wrong." Elsie said.

Jeffie smiled at her. "You don't have to let me suck your pussy, you know."

"I know," Elsie chirped. "You don't make me squirt, we get to watch you masturbate and swallow your own stuff."

"Hey," Linda yelled, "I like that one. All these guys want the girl to swallow after a blowjob. Well, maybe it's all right sometimes, but not always. And they make ya feel like two cents if ya don't swallow their load. I like the idea. Jeffie, you don't get her off, you swallow your load."

"Right!" Elsie added for good measure, "And I'll hold the cup, or whatever."

"Amy, I gotta tell ya one other thing," Elsie said. "I saw that Linda here was getting heated up. Christ, her eyes were bright with excitement. That was what cinched it. You've figured out that we're lovers by now didn't ya?"

Amy had figured no such thing and blurted it out. "I didn't know. You were talking about this guy taking you for a ride in his Porsche and how . . . Joe, right? Yeah Joe, who said you made him so hard, right?" 

Both women were embarrassed. "Jesus, Linda, what the fuck didja let me go and tell her that?"

"You? You're blaming me?" Linda spat out. "Jesus Christ on a crutch, Elsie, can't you ever keep your trap shut?"

Amy butted in, more to prevent a catfight than anything else, saying, "Guys, guys, c'mon finish this story. We'll discuss your love life later."

"This is part of my love life," Elsie said, as she calmed down. "Amy, for your benefit, we're both bi, okay?"

"Sure, it's okay with me. You're not the only bisexuals around, ya know."

"YOU?" Elsie gasped.

"NO!" Linda gasped.

"Yup, and recently too," Amy giggled.

"Well . . . with who?" Linda managed to get out.

"John's maid." She said simply. "And there's another woman who lives in the building, she's a porn star. I think we be getting it on eventually too."

"My God, the girl's in the city what? A month or so and she's attracted a crowd of lovers. Amazing," Linda said.

"Only in New York," Elsie laughed.

"So, said Amy, "can you finish the story before the break is over?'

"Sure, sure," Elsie replied. "Sure."

Well, then Jeffie comes up with his real reason for arguing with me," Elsie laughed, and it turned into a series of pig-like snorts that had Amy and Linda crying with laughter.

"He . . . he . . ." But as she was still snorting, Elsie couldn't continue for several minutes.

Finally having calmed down, Elsie began anew. "He says to me, ya know, I'm gonna make you come as hard as you ever have and I'm not getting anything in return."

"So?" I sez.

"It's simple, Elsie. I make you come like I said, squirting and all and you gotta blow me in return. Oh, and just for spite, you gotta swallow too, all of it."

Linda leaped in with, "He's got you baby, you gotta blow him if he makes you squirt. It's only right."

"Fuck you, Linda!"

Linda acted as though Elsie hadn't said a word to her.

"So, ya gonna do it, Elsie?" She asked.

Elsie's voice was low as she responded. "Yeah, I guess, too many of these fucking apple martini's if ya ask me."

Linda chimed in again, "So where we gonna do it?"

"Here?" Jeffie offered, looking around. "The place is closed; we hit the lights and . . . " he sniffed, "one of the back booths okay with you, Elsie?"

"Why not?" she said and headed off to the booth in question.

"Maybe when I'm done with Elsie, I'll get you to squirt too, Linda," Jeffie said as he cupped her ass while following Elsie to the back booth.

"That would be nice," Linda almost moaned, leaving his hand on her ass. She could not believe how horny she was at that moment.

By the time they caught up to Elsie, Linda's nipples were definitely testing the material of her sweater. Elsie noticed this right away and gave her a lewd grin. Linda pulled her shoulders back to show off her excited breasts.

Now Jeffie took note and reached out to touch them. "Dialing WTIT!" Jeffie teased as he toyed with Linda's nipples.

"Hey!" Linda semi-protested, then giggled. "I'll give you like an hour to stop that." 

"Hey, numb-nuts!" Elsie growled. "I thought you were gonna make me squirt. And in case you're interested remember, lactating don't count."

Jeffie laughed and left Linda's nipples only to reach out and feel Elsie's which were also stiff enough to make a statement of their own.

"Damn, I've got two sets of dials to turn," Jeffie said, kidding both girls as Elsie slapped his hands away.

"Elsie, before we start off," Jeffie began, "would a kiss or two be out of the question?"

"I suppose I have to get warmed up somehow," Elsie admitted, "Why not?" and opened her arms to embrace him.

"Now, Amy, I gotta tell ya, I am quite the kisser. Am I right on that Linda?"

"She is . . . a God damn great kisser," Linda said emphatically.

"Oh yeah," Elsie went on; "I rolled my pelvis against his groin and let my hand drop to check his weaponry. For the record it was fully loaded. Of course, Jeffie retaliated by groping my tits, and all in all we kissed and felt one another up for maybe five minutes. By then I was creamin' in my jeans."

Finally, although I was panting like a teenager, oh, sorry Amy, I didn't mean to . . . "

"It's all right, I don't mind. In fact I like the picture you're painting."

"You do, do you? Well, maybe later . . ."

"Tell the story, Scheherazade." Linda said sarcastically.

"Right, so . . . I asked Jeffie how he wanted me positioned."

"Lay down in the booth after you strip everything off."

"So I stripped," Elsie said matter-of-factly, "And lay down in the booth and closed my eyes. Suddenly I felt a slight, wet pressure on the outside of my pussy lips, and realized that Jeffie was softly licking me. I groaned; the very thought of what he was doing made me squirm. His tongue traveled the length of my slit once more, ever so lightly, like a butterfly landing on a flower. Then he separated my labia with his fingers and licked once from the bottom of my slit to the tip of my clitoris -- which was by then highly visible as I couldn't have been any hotter down there."

"I almost screamed from the intense feelings he produced in me as his tongue grazed my clit. Jeffie, realizing he had hit pay dirt, continued to run his tongue around the area, eliciting sparks of fire at random intervals, but by then I wanted more, and began humping frantically against his mouth. The friction of his lips and chin against my clit and cunt was just enough to sweep me over the edge and I came.

But I didn't squirt.

"Whew!" I gasped, "That was great, but . . ."

"I'm only getting started, Elsie, please bear with me a little longer?" He said, his juice slathered mouth inches from my own. I kissed him then and meant it. He was really a nice guy and he HAD just given me a beautiful come," Elsie grinned at both girls.

"C'mon, get to the point," Linda said, chiding Elsie.

"All right, all ready! Elsie barked at her friend, "I'm getting there!"

Jeffie slipped a finger inside of me and felt along the anterior ridge of my pussy.

"Feel that?" he asked.

I must have had an uncertain expression because he reassured me that it would be perfectly all right. Jeffie began to slide his finger up and down the front of my pussy, feeling everything: the slick tissue, the swell of my gland, and the slight roughness of the skin in between. 

He leaned forward and gave my clit a lovely couple of licks. Then added a second finger, both were palm up as I recall. Jeffie touched something, a kind of, I don't know – a kinda round, rough ball or something – it began to swell and I grunted with a surprised pleasure.

Jeffie promptly pressed down with his other hand on my pubic mound and sent a series of little thrill right to my clit and nipples. It was awesome. I had never felt that way before. But it got way better, Amy, way better.

"Jeffie," I moaned, "think I'm gonna pee on ya, be careful!"

"Not to worry," he replied. "It happens sometimes, but its rare, just let it go, baby, let it go, don't hold back now, the idea is to squirt, right?"

"Um, I guess."

"I won't mind it a bit if you squirt all over my hands, my face, or my clothes." Jeffie smiled and then returned to lick her inner folds including his fingers.

"Um," I moaned again and then said, ""Shit, that feels good. Oh, oh, I'm going piss, watch out!"

"Jesus, yeah!" Linda added, I remember, I could feel it in my pussy too!"

"Shut up!" Elsie laughed, "I'm tellin' it, not you bitch!"

Then sounding a bit more contrite, Elsie appeared to mellow and caressed Linda's face. "Of course maybe you did feel it sweetie, but what I remember is how you played so nicely with my tits as Jeffie did his thing down below.

"Oh did he ever do HIS thing; frigging me faster with those magical fingers of his as I got wetter and wetter.

But I still hadn't squirted.

Still it felt wonderful, and I told him so. I also thanked Linda for sucking my tits just the way I loved it.

It grew quiet and the only sound was the squish-squish-squish of Jeffie fingers massaging that damn spot. Then out of nowhere came this awesome feeling! I was coming, yeah, but I was coming in a different way. A stronger, more powerful orgasm than I had any right to expect.

Suddenly several droplets came splashing out of me!

"Yeah!" Linda said jumping in, "first a few drops and then a gush, or spray poured out of her cunt.

I screamed, "OH, SHIT!" Elsie said with a wistful smile as she relived the moment. And that darling Jeffie kept frigging me as the gush subsided. 

"Let me tell!" Linda gasped, obviously caught up in the memory as thoroughly as Elsie. 

"The sound of her soppin' wet pussy was so sexy that I put my face down there and caught a few drops thinking that was going to be it. But lo and behold Elsie let loose another torrent that caught me flush in the kisser – splattered all over my face and chest while Elsie laughed and came; laughed delightedly and came some more."

"Elsie wet everything; the booth, Jeffie and me and of course herself."

"Jeffie sort of elbowed me out of the way to get his share of the squirt and soon all three of us were tangled up in the booth. If someone had yelled 'Fire' we'd have never gotten out. I for one wouldn't have cared anyway, 'cause Elsie and I were kissing and Jeffie . . . well Jeffie was doing his thing, and he was marvelous at it. 

"That was amazing," Elsie said. "I've never, ever experienced anything like that."

Then you said, "Now I want one," Elsie grinned.

But Jeffie had other ideas. "How 'bout that blowjob, Elsie?" He asked, already holding his cock to my lips.

"Already? Christ, I can hardly move. Would you let Linda blow you instead?"

"Okay, but you still owe me one." Jeffie grinned, as Elsie nodded tiredly.

"What, I don't even get asked?" said Linda feigning indignation.

"We have to be nice to him, sweetie," Elsie explained to Linda. "After all he'll do you next."

"Yeah, Amy," Linda sighed, "I blew him. And I swallowed it, all of it. Yuck! I could never get to like that stuff. It feels just fine when they unload inside me, but swallowing, ugh!"

"Our passions spent, at least for the moment, except for me," Linda said. "Admittedly, I got off watching Elsie making like the statue of the little boy pissing in the fountain, , but, with what everyone else has had, I wanted more.

So, after rinsing my mouth out, I yelled, "My turn!" 

Jeffie pleaded he needed some more time and I was fortunate to have my good friend Elsie crawl between my legs kissing and fondling my genitals. 

"Do you want a graphic description, Amy?"

"Please, go on, tell me everything," Amy murmured. Linda smiled as she saw Amy rubbing her thighs together. 

"Want us to do something about that itch you've got there?" She asked.

"NO! Please . . . tell the rest of it." Amy said, flushing beet red.

"All right, then. Well, Elsie climbed over me and started to dry hump me. Umm, did I tell you that I was naked by this point? Jeffie too, for that matter."

"In no time at all we were into a 3-way, with Jeffie licking Elsie and Elsie licking me."

Then that bastard Jeffie must have renewed his energy, 'cause next thing I knew he was working those magic fingers in me!

"Now, for the first time, I began to realize just what Elsie had experienced. Jeffie bent his fingers inside me; found that damn, spongy pad and applied pressure. I thought the same as Elsie had, that I had to pee. He had me lying down in the booth, face up and knelt beside me. As his fingers searched for my G, his other hand and mouth manipulated my tits.

I began to juice up quite a lot, and Jeffie soon had me moaning all over the place. Elsie kissed me hard just to shut me up. Then Jeffie did something to me and I broke the kiss with a roaring howl!

Then there was this splashing sound. And at the same time I got this tremendously euphoric sensation of pleasure. I was squirting!

Somewhere in the background I realized I was listening to Elsie laughing at my . . . what? Embarrassment and pleasure, for it was definitely both.

Jeffie, the lovely bastard, kept rubbing my spot and then went down on me and bright fellow that he was, started to alternate between us, leaving me for brief resting periods while he dined on Elsie and he returned to my pussy, my oh, so heavenly thrilled pussy; sucking up a copious amount of clear fluid I managed to continue to squirt from my cunt..

"But he was evil!" Elsie put in, "Jeffie kissed me and I was only too eager to kiss him back. But he emptied a load of Linda's ejaculate into my mouth and worse, I swallowed the fucking stuff!"

There I was pissed off at him for tricking me like that when I hear my baby, Elsie begging him to fuck her.

That did it. Oh I let him mount her all right, but I went over to my purse and found my dildo and shoved it up my pussy, lubing it with all the remaining juices still flowing from my cunt. Then I got behind him, and licked his ass as he fucked Elsie. I will admit he was pretty good at it. She was coming like an Oklahoma oil well too. Anyway, when I thought he was primed up, I let his asshole have a taste of that dildo. 

He took it like a man. And that surprised me. I didn't keep at him very long though, he wasn't stupid, he yanked his dick out of Elsie and turned to me. Hey, I spread 'em and let him have his way with me. 




Amy Ch. 19



"Oh, shit! Yes!" Elsie laughed. He did Linda until she begged him to stop. I could have told her she'd be a mite tender in there after all that stimulation, but I was patient and all things come to those who wait, they say."

There I was, bearing down on his cock, grunting in pleasure as I came for the umpteenth time. Then Linda, seeing he hadn't come, took him back in her mouth and finished him. She swallowed it all too."

"Yeah," Linda laughed, "but by then it wasn't so much."

As we finished cleaning ourselves off and dressed, Jeffie sidled up to Elsie and said, "Tomorrow at seven, my car."

What?" Elsie said, "Why?"

"You still owe me that blowjob."

Amy laughed delightedly. "That's a great story. Is it true?"

Both Elsie and Linda cuffed her with their fists, saying in unison, "Of course it was."



Amy Ch. 20



Amy would never forget how John, Eve and Mona helped her through the severe case of Opening Night jitters that enveloped her before she left for the theatre. Having her parents and a multitude of other family and friends in town was wonderful, but only added to the mounting tension.

Mona for once was not at all sexual and gave her a relaxing massage.

Eve helped her with her hair. It was Amy's first really bad hair day, coupled with getting dressed, which almost proved her undoing. Although she would usually don casual attire prior to a performance, this was opening night and she and the other cast members would be interviewed and photographed incessantly before and after the show itself. 

John was everywhere, greeting the relatives and friends, ushering them around town when needed and making arrangements for those unacquainted with the mechanizations of the great city; finding them acceptable hotel accommodations, guiding them to better restaurants; and always seeming to be at Amy's side when needed.

The show was scheduled to begin at 6:45 so Amy was almost giddy telling everyone that they would have plenty of time to party after the show and not to start before and risk missing her performance.

She caught brief glimpses of her father talking with John, her mother had been concerned when she saw exactly how Amy was living, but John had demonstrated the accommodations of his penthouse lent themselves to allow both Amy and he to lead almost separate lives. "She even has Eve, our maid, as a close female friend. Of course the rehearsals and training classes consume the brunt of her time . . ." She heard him say, and saw her father nodding understandingly. 

"Than God for John," she thought and then found herself besieged by an Aunt from Cleveland who insisted on giving her advice on walking the streets of New York. Amy considered herself a veteran New Yorker after three months in the city --- although most of the time had been spent in the rather restricted area around mid-town. But that was New York to Amy, the 'District' as she called it.

When Amy dashed out of John's building to catch a cab, she was stunned to find traffic at a standstill. In her mind, she envisioned each and every car enroute to the theatre and was terrified that she wouldn't make her call time of 5:45. 

As it was, she came screaming into the theatre at 6:15. She had called ahead, of course, and kept in touch with the West Side Story's production manager the entire time on her cell. What she feared most was that the Stage manger had the right to refuse her to go on if she was late! That they would simply tell her to go home; no argument, no second opinion, just bye-bye! Obviously, this would be a short sighted decision on opening night, and she had kept them informed, so it didn't happen.

Anyway, there were a pile of gifts, flowers and cards awaiting Amy in her dressing room upon arriving, but she had to slide everything out of the way and get into her makeup and costume. The truth of the matter was that Amy didn't have time to look over the gifts until the following afternoon.


In the old days, opening night was the night when your family and friends and, of course, the critics were invited. In these days of megabuck productions, opening night is used for the producers to make sure that all the right people see the show. Critics have come and gone in the days preceding this night, so there's not that pressure, just a glittering, boisterous crowd who have come to have a great time, support the effort, dress to the nines and be seen. But the cast had managed to inveigle tickets for some friends and family and several gave Amy a pair of tickets for her out-of-town relatives and friends.

Amy was enthralled, for from the moment the onstage orchestra started to wail, the crowd roared in anticipation. Anna, who would be playing Maria, laughed excitedly and confided to Amy that, "There's nothing we do tonight that won't receive immediate and immense response, and that includes gaffs as well as great performances. But hey! It's the nature of the business and besides, we've got a great show going for us. A great show," she added happily.

"I know," Amy replied. "I can feel the exhilaration all around me. I don't think I've ever been this excited!"

"Right, Amy, there's nothing like it."

The cast nailed their respective performances and they a long, standing, screaming ovation at the end and even more screaming backstage as everyone hugged and kissed before preparing to be limoed to the Mandarin Oriental Hotel which overlooks Central Park for the gala celebration party.


On arriving at the hotel, Amy found herself bedazzled by a host of security, publicity and reporter types. Everybody who was anyone was present.

Amy was photographed thousands of times and happily posed in her stunningly beautiful black and silver taffeta skirt that swept out to the ground and a silver and black bustier.

She overhead more than one woman remark, Doesn't she look great?" And preened happily, signing as many autographs as she could before another limo pulled up and discharged yet more celebrities.

Finally she managed to allow herself to be whisked off in an elevator to the party itself on the 36th floor; and an expansive, oval shaped room overlooking the park.

She looked around and noted the beautiful chandeliers, and thought the room had a lovely glow to it. All around the room were trays and trays of great food (tortellini, steak, pasta, and veggies) wandering folks with huge platters of appetizers --- but most remarkably --- a bar that was easy to get to. And, there was no live music so the cast members could actually talk to people. 

People! There were hordes of people! The Mayor, the Secretary of Defense, Tom Cruise, Dustin Hoffman, Lauren Bacall, Sarah Michelle Gella, Sigourney Weaver and many, many others. All in all about 500 personages were on hand, most of whom Amy had never heard of. With the astronomical amount of monies that are thrown around to put the show on the celebration is more about the producers using the party to acknowledge their own community of people. 

No music! 

Conversations! 

It couldn't have been better! 

People flowed around the room all night and it was relatively easy to move and talk to everyone! Everybody looked absolutely gorgeous and the mood was joyous and even better when the reviews started to arrive with a consensus of glowing approval! The first show this year with across the board great reviews!

Even more cause for Celebration.

*****

Amy drank lightly but still had a buzz going went she toppled into a cab that took her back to John's apartment around one in the morning. There was no performance scheduled for that night and with the entire day free Amy was in a euphoric mood.

On opening the door with her key she was pleased to find the living room lit by the light of a dozen candles spread out across the room. John, Eve, the porno star Mona Lott and a good-looking Hispanic man were waiting patiently to toast her success with glasses of champagne held high. 

"This handsome specimen, Amy is Hector Martinez. He's my co-star in the latest you know what!" Hector took Amy's extended hand, brought it to his lips and placed a feathery soft kiss upon it. Amy took an instant liking to the tall, dark and very handsome man.

Mona squealed, then rushed to hug Amy, crushing her into her voluptuous chest. Mona kissed her and when it ended, touched Amy's lips, which still seemed to be vibrating. The moment passed for a second later, Eve was hugging her tightly, then Amy turned to greet her benefactor and lover, John and felt his steely hardness poking her groin. 

Amy's eyes kept going back to Hector, for he was indeed a very conspicuous example of a big man as Mona had indicated. Eve seemed to want him to take her then and there; that's when Amy recalled just who he was --- Mona's porno co-star! Eve had literally drooled over fantasies of him carrying her off to bed and making love to her. 

'Was it possible that this would be happening tonight?' She wondered, but with Mona's next words Amy wondered no more. "Get your clothes off everyone! We're partying naked tonight!"

"Woo Hoo!" Hector bellowed and peeled off his tight slacks, leaving only a G-string to conceal his enormous appendage. Amy couldn't believe her eyes!

Hold on! Hold on!" John shouted to get their attention. "As always, Ladies first," he said, laughing, and he and Hector sat down with fresh drinks to watch as Eve and Mona began to strip. 

Amy paused, finding herself in a state of dull shock. The idea of having to strip like a prostitute before the others did not sit well with her. 'Wasn't this her party?' she thought to herself.

Of course, John and Eve had seen her naked before, and she knew well enough that Mona longed to possess her, but Hector was a complete stranger and . . . a porno person. She knew with a certainty that he would be fucking her before the night was over. Yet she had this strange sense of freedom sweeping over her. That she loved sex was not in question. She had readily made love with both John and Eve, although separately.

Eve, watching Amy for her reaction, paused in her undressing, for Amy had not opened a button, or touched a zipper. Mona kept going. Undressing in front of people was her stock in trade, besides, she was proud of her magnificent body, especially her 44 DD tits.

Amy finished her champaigne, told herself that she was going to be a complete slut on this night of nights and sat down next to Mona Lott, who was already nude on the couch.

Amy's eyes widened on seeing that Mona had shaven her pubic hair completely off. In typical feminie fashion, Amy beat around the bush. "I never really looked at your legs before, Mona. I must say that they're beautiful."

"Thanks kiddo, I know everybody looks at my tits," she placed her hands under them and held them out to her as an offering. "And I can't blame them. They apparently dominate any room I walk into."

Mona caught Amy staring at her vulva. Her clitoris and inner labia were noticeably protruding. Mona had been ready for sex for some time and without a mat of pubic hair to hide them, they were stunningly pink, glistening with her juices and highly provocative to the onlookers, of which Amy was the closest.

"Do you like it?" Mona inquired of Amy. "I just love to tickle around my cunt and it feels so much better shaved like this." Then to the group at large Mona said, "God! I've got to get on with it or I'll go nuts. I don't mind you guys watching. Hell, you might learn something. Just keep quiet and don't interrupt, because I want to concentrate. That said, she carefully got down on the couch and lay flat on her back; then raised her legs up and swung them until her knees were touching her breasts. 

"Can everyone see?"

They could see just fine and let her know it.

Amy's heart was pounding almost painfully at the sexual reality of it all. She could not have imagined this happening, not if she had fantasized for a million years.

"Amy, if you want to help, you could just hold my feet there," Mona said, as if there were nothing at all extraordinary about this. "Saves me moving the couch against the wall."

Amy giddily obliged Mona and helped support Mona's legs.

"Thanks, sweetie."

"Oh, this is going to be great!" Mona enthused, and then she reached around her thighs and began tickling them with her long nails. Amy heard them swishing along her skin. 

Eve had sat down next to Hector, and her hand seemed to mimic Mona's, only she was using Hector's mamoth manhood instead of her own pussy.

Sometimes Mona's fingers glided slowly, and sometimes they scrabbled and ran about like tiny animals, all apparently scurrying in different directions. 

John quietly made himself another drink, hardly daring to take his eyes off Mona, and more importantly to him, noting Amy's reaction to what was going on.

"Oh, nice, nice!" Mona murmurred as she pleasured herself with her busy, tickling fingers. She was tickling herself, teasing herself, deliberately arousing herself to a pitch of sexual need, and revelling in it as she did so. 

Amy's pussy was burning. Still holding Mona's legs aloft, she used one hand to remove her taffeta skirt and was busily undoing the silver and black bustier; all the while intent on Mona's hands and fingers. It took several minutes, but then all that was adorning Amy's nubile form was a silver thong and a pair of white thigh-high stockings. 

Hector devoured Amy's body with his eyes and promised himself he would cherish taking her with his monster cock. Regally waving his hand, he signaled Eve to cease caressing his manhood, scooped her up and sat her on his lap. Eve was braless, but still wearing a half opened blouse and panties. Hector fished her left breast out of the silken material and almost absent-mindedly toyed with Eve's rapidly rising nipple, while he, like everyone else returned his attention to Mona Lott.

Mona moaned, her famous moan, as her scrabbling fingers reached her bottom, where they played a long while; until everyone could clearly see the juices welling in her vulva. Then, still reaching around the backs of her thighs, Mona began stretching the lips of her vulva; dragging, distorting and flexing them, never directly touching her clitoris, but holding her liquidly cunt wide, teasing and stroking it with an incredible voluptuousness. 

John looked on in awe and marvelled at the elasticity and mobility of Mona's labia as she stretched and tormented them. Her fingers worked ceaselessly, sometimes independently and sometimes as a team --- ever stretching those gaping, liquid labia in a new place while an opposite finger would lightly, sensuously tickle the tightly-stretched flesh with its long, curved nail.

Amy's hand was pressing hard into her own cunt as she grew wet.

John slowly freed his erection from his trousers and slowly squeezed and stroked it, hoping he wouldn't come before things got really serious.

Soon Mona was sobbing "Huh, Huh, Huh," as she paddled at the twisted folds of flesh, drawing them apart, letting them slip together, then parting them again. And when she raked her fingernail across the very sensitive upper part of the labia, she appeared to send herself into a frenzy. 

Amy couldn't take her eyes off the wonderful, elastic flesh, slippery with aromatic nectar, flexing and twisting erotically under her titillating, scurrying fingernails. Eve was bewitched, her excitement when Mona reached orgasm was so great that she felt contractions herself, and more of her own juice seeped out. She was amazed at having had a mini-orgasm, without even having touched herself.

"Let go now!" Mona said urgently to Amy. The teen released Mona's legs and her feet dropped to the floor. 

"There's more, more, another one . . ."Mona's grated voice crackled --- and she began to rub herself harder, more like the traditional frigging Eve and Amy were used to; more desperate, less erotic. 

"Oh YES, Oh YES!" she breathed as her excitement caught again; her rubbing slowed down, and Mona was trembling, on the brink once more; prolonging those searingly beautiful clitoral sensations just as they mounted to their peak. 

Amy's hand fell to her groin and she placed a finger between her thong and her sex and began to rub vigorously, blending her juice into that of the thing's skimpy silk material.

They all looked on, astounded at this unprecedented display of sexual voracity; watching wide-eyed as Mona's rib cage expanded and contracted. Watching as her fat, long nipples grew fiercely erect. Stared at her rolling eyes; and at her tongue flicking wildly as she gasped for breath. Gaped unblinkingly at Mona as her big orgasm had her drumming her feet on the floor --- body taut as a ship's cable --- face contorted in agony. In short order, Mona fell back inert, clutching her cunt tightly with both hands, her legs clamped together and only then did everyone blink.

By now Amy and Eve were shivering, panting, beside themselves with sexual excitement. Never had either dreamed that masturbation could be like this. And when Mona had recovered herself, she seemed full of a new vitality. 

Mona coughed, more to clear her throat than anything else.

"Come over here Amy," Mona said. "We've got loads of time, so let's make the most of it. It would be crazy to waste it with just a quick frig, so I thought I'd go down on you for starters. How's that sound?"

Amy thought she'd go mad with pleasure. And said so.

"Maybe you'd like me to tickle your fancy a little first, eh?"

"Whatever you want to do with me . . . just do it," Amy said, her voice a mere whisper of its normal self.

Just a few feet away, from Amy and Mona, Hector stood with his huge penis in hand, lightly rubbing it against Eve's face. John stood nearby watching Amy and then looking back at Eve and Hector as he quickly divested himself of the remder of his clothing. Then moved alongside Hector and following his lead; moved his erection over the opposite side of Eve's smooth youthful unblemished face.

The young dusky Guatamalian maid began to dart her open mouth at first one and then the other appendage, but the men, having played this game before with other women, kept their manhood just out of reach of her questing mouth.

"C'mon guys," she pleaded, just a taste!" 

But she revealed which one she truly desired by being unable to take her eyes off Hector's magnificently blue veined member. Her nostril's flared as she absorbed the pungent aroma simmering off his heated, rubbery flesh. And she moaned.

John slapped her face harder then usual and garnered her attention to his throbbing member. She moaned again, then whimpered, "C'mon, don't fool around like this!"

Hector was the first to relent and offered his elephant-sized prick to her eager lips. Eve was distraught to find that she couldn't open her mouth wide enough to accept any of his cock.

Her eyes darted around as if seeking help. They lighted on Mona, and John realized that in a second the Guatamalian girl would interupt Mona and Amy's lesbian session to get Mona to show her how to take her co-star's magnificent prick in her mouth.

John stepped in and smacked Eve's lips with his hardon. Insitinctively Eve opened her mouth in protest and he jammed his cock down her throat. Hearing her start to choke, he yanked his cock back, Eve garnered some composure and began to blow him. 

Hector pried both of the maid's breasts out from the protective covering of her blouse and toyed with her nipples as she sucked away on John's cock, taking long gliding thrusts, deep into her throat, as if to show Hector that she could at least, deep throat John's seven inches easily enough.

Growing bored with breast play, the Mexican moved behind Eve roughly grabbed her hips, rolled her onto her stomach, forced her legs apart with his knees and bent over her broad, beautiful ass. Using his thumbs, he pressed her firm buttocks apart and her dark, puckered asshole came into view. She smelled faintly of soap. 

Hector never hesitated and pushed his face into Eve's split and eagerly licked her asshole. Eve jerked and everyone save Mona heard her gasp as John's cock fell from between her lips. Hector licked her again and again, then stiffened his tongue and tried to push it into her ass. It barely penetrated, but he kept pressing and her asshole relaxed momentarily, allowing him to penetrate an inch, but no further.

Eve was gulping desperately for air. Then managing to fill her lungs to her satisfaction, she reached out to take John back in her mouth again, but giggled, took the penis from her mouth, turned to Hector and said, "You stike me as a guy who really 'preciates a good piece of ass, jew know?"





Amy Ch. 20



Both men cracked up at the unexpected perverted sense of humor coming from the Guatalmalian girl. Then Hector resumed sodomizing her. 

Hector eventually concluded Eve was too tight for his tongue to penetrate any further and contented himself with tongue-fucking her tight ring, thrusting into it again and again. 

The juice that had been seeping from her cunt finally reached the crevice of her ass and dripped downward to Hector's eagerly lapping tongue. He savored it for a moment and then reaching back, lightly rubbed her pussy with his palm and then slowly thrust a thumb into her pussy. Eve, sucking John's cock, gave a muffled moan.

Raising his head, Hector removed his tongue from Eve's ass and replaced it with his longest finger; gently pushing inward until it was completely buried in her warm flesh. Eve's ass muscles fiercely gripped his finger, then relaxed and gripped again. Hector slowly withdrew the finger; then just as slowly, pressed it back up her channel. 

The Guatalmalian girl arched her back and hissed, then returned John's cock to her mouth and sucked avidly on him while Hector extracted the finger, rubbed it around her entrance before plunging it back in the second knuckle. Even with her mouth full of John's meat, Eve managed a loud, pleasurable moan at the anal intrusion.

Hector loved ass play, but knew he would not be able to penetrate this lovelies rear without sending her to the hospital, and he didn't need that so he contented himself with preparing her ass for his friend John. 'In time,' he told himself, 'I'm gonna fuck this Guatamalian bitch siilly. Then I'll do the same with the Broadway actress, Amy what's-her-name?'

"Mmmmm," Eve moaned as he pleasured her, tickling her anus, arousing her to the highest levels of lust without actualy climaxing. 

"You're pretty tight back here, Evie," he told her and Eve felt a glow race through her body.

"You having much fun getting into that tight little ass of mine ain't chew?" She teased before giving the underside of John's dick a long, languous slurp. 

Hector amused himself by taking another finger and rubbing it over her slit and up to her clitoris.

"OH!" she gasped, not fair! But is wonderful!"

"Like it, huh?"

"Oh jess," Eve sighed, the "jess" being long and drawn out in pronunciation.

"Wanna go for two fingers in there?" She asked playfully, then took John's cockhead and gave it a hard suck as a preliminary to taking him deep once again.

"Go ahead," John said with a pleasured wince in his voice. "Fill her up. I'll fuck her back there . . . " and as an after thought, "Hey, Hec . . .?"

"Yeah?"

"Maybe we'll double her . . . what do you think?"

"Okay, but for sure, you've got the backdoor, I won't fit there either."

"Are you worried about her pussy too?" John teased, and Eve let her teeth graze his cock in not so sutle warning.

"No," Hector laughed. "Not this little old pussy!"

Eve felt a wave of relief sweep over her. Her worst nightmare after not being able to take Hector in her mouth was that he not fit into her pussy either. But he knew what he was doing --- his fingers told her as much --- so if he said he could fuck her pussy, then he damned well could.

In a playful tone, Eve said, "Are you both going to do me?"

"It's as good an idea as I've heard tonight," Hector said grinning lewdly as he sent the same finger from his left hand into her rectum. 

Hector hissed with obvious pleasure as it slid in and joined the first at the second knuckle. Eve groaned deeply, and lifted her ass to meet the penetration. Hector worked his fingers back and forth, not in and out for a long time, stopping only to add more lubrication. Then he added a third finger and, with difficulty, pressed all three into her ass. 

Eve winced with the influx of pain, but shrugged it off, knowing the insurmountable pleasure that lay ahead. She wiggled her ass, hoping to find a more comfortable niche, but failing to do so, tried to spread her legs further apart in order to accommodate the next, inevitable finger, or worse.

For Hector, it took considerable force to push three fingers in her to the second knuckle, but Hector was a patient man and Eve wanted him to succeed, an unbeatable combination for good anal sex. His thrusts went faster and harder, drawing more gasps and moans from the lush Guatemalan. "Oh God," she cried, lifting her head. "That feels sooo . . ." Apparently Eve couldn't describe the feeling, and her head dropped back to the couch. He continued rubbing her pussy with his free hand, which was beginning to get slippery with her juices. Abruptly he pulled his fingers out and stopped rubbing her crotch. 

Eve renewed her sucking on John's dick and began tickling his scrotum with her fingers; bestowing long, languorous licks along his shaft on those rare times she removed him from her mouth.

Maybe a minute passed before Hector spoke. "She's ready for you Johnny-boy." 

John grunted and scrambled around behind Eve and eased his cockhead into her anal canal. Surprisingly, Eve took him in with what had to be considered relative ease. 

Hector moved to front her and fed his huge dick to her lips and Eve eagerly licked his cockhead from stem to stern. Then, leaning on her elbows, she cupped his balls in her hands and said a prayer that one day she might carry his child.

A few short minutes later Eve began to writhe between the two men, as their collective hands caressed, pawed and groped at her nubile body.

Soon John's cock was deeply embedded inside her and Eve called out for him to hold it, "Hold it, right there for a second!" She gasped, and looked up at Hector. 

"Will you kiss me first?" she asked, and he obliged, kissing her with professional aplomb. Eve, who had long desired the Mexican actor, melted in his kiss. She was roused from her sexual stupor only when John's fingers entered her pussy searching for her elusive G. The kiss eventually ended; Hector gracefully slid under Eve, and she instinctively bent at the waist and leaned all the way over, until her large, full breasts were nestled snugly against Hector's chest. 

John continued searching for her G.

"A little higher," she moaned, knowing exactly what he was looking for. A moment later he located the sponge-like pad and pressed lightly on it.

"Guy's?" Eve husked. "It's not good timing, but I gotta pee."

"No," John told her kindly, "you don't. It's the G spot responding to stimulation. It will pass and you'll come hard, trust me."

"He's right, Hector said. "And after you come I'll enter you. You'll be very relaxed and I will fit, believe me."

"You guy's are asking me to trust you an awful lot. I dunno if I should."

From the other couch, Mona called out, "They're telling you the truth honey. It will go in easier that way. Let them do it. They both know what they're doing."

Even as Mona was talking to her, Eve felt it rising up within her as John's continued stimulation of her G took hold and she exploded in a heaving orgasm.

Throughout her tumultuous climax, John's cock remained firmly in place, fixed deep in her anal canal. Eve's asshole seemed as if it were on fire even as her orgasm abated somewhat.

Let's get her ready, Johnny!" Hector said calmly.

John slowly backed his cock out of her ass, and as Eve began to bemoan the loss, Hector forced his monstrous member into her cunt. His need was primal and obvious.

'Whoa!" She yelled, hoping he'd back out, for his thickness was stretching her even more than she had expected and she had expected the worst. The pain was sudden, sharp and long-lasting. But he did not pull out --- and worse --- John was forcing himself back into her ass. Her cries were not sobs, but growls now, like a she-wolf being taken by her mate. 

Without another word, Hector buried himself inside of her, impaling her on his cock, surging into her. The feel of him distending the walls of her cunt was immediate and intense. Eve, lost to the world, was oblivious to everything but the sensation of Hector's size . . . his enormous size . . . searing its way into her deepest parts.

A minute later, he was driving into her with such abandon that Eve was afraid she would not be walking the next day. But, right now she didn't care about tomorrow. 

Amy glanced over at John and was startled to find that both he and Hector had penetrated Eve. Hector on his back had Eve sitting on his monstous member and to Amy's amazement accepting him with apparent ease. John had moved behind her and had lubricated her ass and managed to work himself halfway into her ass.

'How did I miss that specticle?' She wondered and as Mona's finger ticled the back of her thigh, Amy laughed. 'There's my answer,' she thought and gave herself over to Mona's expertise.

It was a new and exquisite experience, and Amy's cunt trumpeted its approval with tears of joy. Then Mona began slowly, oh so slowly, to torment her clitoris. She was infinitely tender and so knowing. The furious tickling had stopped, now, and she was just gently cuddling Amy's clitoris between the fingers of one hand, not digging her nails into her, while with the other she began very slowly and gently to flex and stroke the young girl's inner lips with those wonderful long nails. Amy could feel everything, and I began to scream as her first climax roared in on her.

Amy had no idea how long this went on: she knew nothing but these searingly beautiful sensations. Gradually they slowed, and as Mona retracted the hood of Amy's clitoris -- pulling it back tight; stretching it and her labia as far as they would comfortably go. Then, with extreme delicacy, she began to touch Amy with one finger-nail. The teen screamed and kept screaming: Loving the burning and prickling sensations that seemed to be devouring her. Yet she wanted this to go on for ever. 

Then there was a sudden, abrupt change and the fingers and their wonderfully long nails vanished to be replaced by the insatiably warm feeling of Mona's mouth and tongue.

Amy was not possessed of a large clitoris – but right then it felt to her as though it rivaled the size of an arabian stallion she and John had seen galloping around Central Park the Sunday before.

Mona's tongue wandered about unpredictably, first hunting out the most sensitive places, then tickling them, first one and then another, making Amy yell every time she switched from one set of maddened nerve endings to another. Amy had no idea how long Mona spent licking, kissing and sucking on her, but when she felt those wonderful fingernails return and begina lightl stimulation of her anus, the firestorm began.

"You're about to come again, aren't you?" Mona hissed in her ear.

Amy shuddered but did not respond otherwise.

"I can feel you! Stop! Stop! Hold your legs and let me do it!"

Amy meekly complied, hooking her arms around the backs of her thighs, hugging them to her chest and exposing her genitals to Mona's mouth and fingers.

"Oh my God!" Amy thought fleetingly between the lightning bolts of pleasure ricocheting off her aching, fizzing clitoris. "What a tongue!"

Then the wretchedly wonderful contractions started. The rapidly growing pleasure crested, faded away leaving her feeling peaceful and fluttery – until Mona's tongue delved deeply into Amy's steaming, juicey, morass of a cunt and then sucked HARD! 

An unbearable sweetness; a maddening pleasure blossomed again and again into a searing, intoxicatingly sweet clitoral sparkle taking her higher and still higher into the heavenly clouds . . . the tension excruciating as she waited for THAT MOMENT! Then that wicked, nasty, bitch of bitches, Mona Lott held her thrumming, throbbing clit between her teeth and nipped at that most sensitive of all femine parts. 

Amy went over the top and all the terrible fierce pleasure dissolved into those lovely, warm, squeezing contractions where you feel so safe and cuddly. Time and again Mona revived her, only to bring her back to those lovely, lovely seconds by fluttering over Amy's tormented clit until Amy was incoherent and wanted to die --- and with one last lick, die she did.

The Mexican porn star proved his mettle as well as his well deserved reputation as he consistently rose up to meet Eve, his hips challenging hers; trying to obliterate her as he did with each woman the first time he entered them.

Suddenly, Hector paused, but only to permit John to gather steam in her ass; and in seconds the two men were caught up in a mutual rhythm . . . Hector thrusting his hips up. . . John humping forward and inching his way into Eve's widely distended asshole. 

Eve took turns in calling out their names again and again; although she was no longer fully aware of what she was saying. But her subconscious was nothing but the brightest neon selling her on the idea that this was the greatest fucking she would ever know. And Eve believed it to be true.

The intensity of their combined action hit a fever pitch as the pair used every last ounce of strength in their bodies to pummel into and out of her holes . . . wanting the double-fucking to last as long as possible.

Eve was weeping with the pleasure of it. 

"Oh, God, guy's," she cried out. "Don't stop. Don't ever stop!"

The luscious Guatemalan's body began to vibrate from the level and velocity of the orgasms that ravaged her lithe body. One after another they came and went; only to be followed by another, ever greater stormy climax. 

"What a tight ass!" John gasped as he felt himself getting ready to explode.

A moment later, his cock exploded within the young woman's ass. He buried his erection in Eve all the way up to his balls. Then, Hector let loose. Eve writhed and squirmed about as thick, gooey globs of cum were pumped into both her cunt and ass, 

Eve could hardly scream her pleasure out, so weakened was she from the many climaxes that had already ricocheted through her, each a powerful wave of erotic electrical energy and still this last climax burst across the insides of her eyelids like a massive fireworks display on the 4th of July.

Later, with Eve snoring on the couch where she had surrendered her three orifices to the two men, Hector rose and moved over to Amy and Mona. His enormous weapon was fully erect and glistening still with Eve's generous cuntal juices. John remained seated patiently waiting for his flaccid prick to show a sign of life. He would be fucking Mona next, of that he was certain.

Amy only became aware of his proximity on smelling the fragrance of Eve's sexual odor and looked up expecting to see her and she readied herself to go down on the Guatemalan girl as she had days earlier. Mona was kissing her throat, distracting her to some extent and only when Hector's huge prick bumped her nose did she become aware that it was he and not Eve standing beside her.

In her state of total sexual surrender, she took him in both hands and placed a kiss on the tip of his member, licking at the remnants of commingled sperm and pussy juice and then in unladylike fashion, wiped her mouth as a man would.

"It's gigantic!" She whispered to no one in particular.

"It will fit, my sweet Amy, Mona whispered into her ear and followed by licking her from earlobe to the hollow of her throat. Hector knelt down next to Amy and began running his hands over her breasts, a moment later he lowered his face to bring his mouth in line with her elongated nipples and took one in his mouth, licking it, making small circles around it; enjoying the feel of her pebbled areola rising under the tutelage of his tongue. 

Then, with a swift motion he enveloped her nipple in his mouth and sucked lustily on it. 

At the same time, Mona was fellating Hector, ensuring that he would remain hard for Amy. Had she but known of Hector's desire for the blonde teen she wouldn't have wasted her time.

Releasing Amy's bud from between his teeth, he slapped her ass and watched it turn bright red. "You have a beautiful ass," he chuckled as he looked down at Eve's left cheek. On impulse he kissed it and a series of kisses followed as he covered both cheeks with wet, passionate kisses. His tongue left a shiny trail that began just at the crack between her valley and went down and across to the sparse blonde haired mound on the other end. Stretching out his fingers against those mounds, he exposed Eve's sex and pressed his tongue deep within it. 

"OHHHH!" Amy moaned as she again lifted herself to present her cunt to a questing, craving mouth and tongue.

With all the skill he'd gained over the years since he'd discovered girls at the age of fifteen, Hector played her pussy like a musical instrument. Each motion of his slippery tongue sent little charges through her cunt. He savored the taste that coated his tongue, a delight he'd dreamed of since she'd walked into the apartment almost an hour earlier. 

Amy closed her eyes, letting the sensation of touch become everything. Mona joined Hector in pillaging Amy's pliant form. Hands ran over her breasts and back. Lips, tongues, and teeth teased her neck and shoulders. Her lips were kissed over and over again. Sometimes, she could tell who was touching her. The thin, delicate hands that cupped her breasts, teasing and pinching her nipples were clearly Mona's. The strong hands that laid her back on the bed, Hector's.

Most of the time, she couldn't tell or didn't care. She was overcome by sensation as if her whole body was being touched at once. It wasn't until a tongue flickered between her thighs, teasing her inner flesh that her eyes flew open. She looked down to see a Mona's head pressed between her legs. Hector lay to Amy's left, stroking up and down her belly and cleavage, grinning like a well-fed wolf.

As she felt her pleasure rising, Amy buried her fingers as best she could in Mona's hair, dragging the porn star up her body to kiss her on the mouth, their bodies pressed together. Her hands slid down Mona body, stroking and petting her. As her hands went down to Mona's waist, Amy realized the actress still had her entire fist in her own pussy!

Amy's fingers encircled Mona's writ as it churned into her cunt. 'Hector is about the same size as her wrist,' she thought, 'so he can fit inside me.'

In fact, Hector was larger than Mona's wrist, but it didn't matter, in any event, Hector would be fucking her in short order.

Mona grunted and Amy took it as a signal to let her be, she nodded at Mona and lay back. Hector kissed her on the mouth, then traced a line of kisses down to where he had left off between her thighs a moment before.

When Hector stopped what he was doing, he came back up and kissed Amy on the mouth. Amy could taste herself on the actor's lips and mischievously licked a line down his cheek. Hector smiled affectionately at her, then leaned up and kissed Mona on the mouth before getting ready to mount Amy. In short order, he was spreading Amy's legs with one powerful hand and climbing between them. 

"I . . . I can't believe how big you are," Amy gasped. Even so, Hector entered her easily thanks to a lot pf preliminary work by Mona in stretching her open.

He fucked her methodically at first, using his hands to lift her hips to better line up to his thrusts. Soon Amy's back was arched so that her weight was rested on her shoulders. Each time Hector impaled her with a long, slow thrust, Amy had to regain her balance. Then Hector felt what he'd been searching for, the mouth of her womb. In their present position, he was so deep inside her that the tip of his cock was being nibbled by her fluttering uterus. Amy felt it too and began grinding her throbbing clit on his pubic bone.

They moved as one, squirming and twisting against each other like two copulating snakes, milking every last drop of pleasure they could extract from each other's sweating, trembling bodies. Hector put his lips to Amy's ear after kissing her neck and whispering into her ear asked, "Do you want it fast or slow?"




Amy Ch. 20



Uttering the one word was a monumental challenge for her at this point, but she did.

"Fast . . ."

Hector's hips jerked into action, moving with a fluidity that suggested a well-oiled machine. Within seconds Amy began to feel like a rag-doll. It didn't matter, for the pleasure was intense; waves and aftershocks echoed through her nerves until she was only dimly aware of anything outside of her own skin. Even Hector's eventual climax barely registered for he remained hard and keep fucking although he did slow down and went back to his original pace until he came a second time and then he unhurriedly exited her gaping cunt.

A few seconds later, Hector had pulled away from her and Mona's hand was between Amy's legs, spreading them, stroking her, fingering the young girl. Amy spread herself wider, pushing against Mona's fingers. She closed her eyes as another wave of pleasure started to shake her. Then Hector gently moved Mona away and pulled Amy on top of him so that she straddled his waist. 

Amy leaned down and kissed him, first on the mouth, then in a line down his chest. She moved down his body quickly, hoping he wouldn't try to stop her before she reached her destination.

He didn't. Amy licked his cock from the base to the tip. Hector shuddered with pleasure. She took his cockhead into her mouth, licking his shaft as she moved her head up and down, but she couldn't take him into her mouth, he was just too big for that.

Just as she was building up a good rhythm, Hector applied pressure to Amy's shoulder until she sat up. She looked down at him, wondering momentarily what she had done wrong. But, in his next motion, he sat up, pulling her onto his lap, and spreading her legs again, entered her. He did it in such a smooth motion that it was a shock to Amy to find him inside of her. She moaned in surprise and pleasure. She would, on coming out of her sexual delirium later, marvel at how easily he had entered her with his prodigious penis. What she had forgotten in the heat of all the sex was that Mona had stretched her cuntal opening by fisting her to a climax just prior to Hector's arrival next to them. Amy had no recollection whatsoever of that bit of activity, but it explains why his gigantic member had such ease in entering Amy.

This time, Hector's lovemaking was slower, more deliberate. Despite an obvious undercurrent of suppressed urgency, he was relentlessly methodical, not just making love to Amy, but claiming her. His hands seemed to be making a complete survey of her body, finding every curve and valley and creating a topographical map of her in his head.

When his pace increased, it did so almost imperceptibly. Amy didn't know when the transition came, only noticed that he had been driving fiercely against her for some time, her arms wrapped around his shoulders, her face in the crook of his neck. The pleasure had snuck up on her too, until it was all-encompassing, like a bright light at midnight. Then too, her pleasures were constantly enhanced in little ways by the touches and feathery kisses from Mona, which were a constant source of sexual delight to Amy although with Hector's prick dominating her senses she paid them no mind at all.

Afterwards, as Hector pulled out of her, Mona placed a flurry of kisses on her cheeks and neck. Amy realized that she was kissing away tears. Before she could go so far in a mistaken assumption, she said, "Oh, Mona... Oh Hector, You've both made me so very, very happy."

"It was our mutual pleasure," Hector whispered to her as he ran a finger up Amy's belly.

"Mmmm," Amy said, snuggling into his side. "Where did Eve and John go?"

Hector shrugged, "Damned if I know. I have no control over them."

Mona kissed Amy's chest, "If you look in the bedroom I think you'll find them."

Amy peeked in the next room and saw her uncle engaged in a lurid sixty-nine with Eve.

"I think I should join them," she said. Hector was already helping her to get up from the couch. 

And so it was that Amy, on extremely wobbly legs, tottered into the bedroom and closed the door. John and Eve were rutting like goats on the giant bed. Amy, not wanting to disturb them, watched for a minute or so, and became highly aroused again. She never thought about interrupting the couple on the bed, nor returning to the other room and joining Mona and Hector for one last romp. Instead, she found herself staring at the golden plated bedpost next to her. In her mind's eye, she saw herself mounting it and having it penetrate her even more than Hector had.

Then, with careful, measured movements, Amy climbed up on the bed and rubbed her face against the smooth gold plate of the post. Much bigger than Hector, she thought. Let's see if I can get it in me. And with that thought in mind, she rose up and set about impaling herself on the post as a means of additional sexual release.



Amy Ch. 21



Hovering inches above the golden bedpost, Amy squatted, and holding the post firmly with one hand, she spread her vagina as wide as possible with the other. She glanced over her shoulder at John and Eve, smiled at how lovely they looked fucking and without ever being quite sure how she'd managed it, ever so slowly sank down. 

Her outer labia widened into an extended fleshy cleft, her inner lips pulled slowly apart in acceptance of the knobby post head, yawning open as the pink wetness of her vulva's interior glistened in the brightly lighted bedroom. Her entire vulva area was framed by its paleness with the golden tan surrounding the area, and although the initial sensations were actually superior to those generated by Hector's magnificent cock, Amy felt like a cheap whore openly displaying her goodies for a roomful of spectators. 

Amy groaned on feeling the tip of the golden bedpost spindle tickle the very base of her tailbone. She fantasized that it was Uncle John's cock, grown two feet longer, and hard as steel. She shivered again.

The narrow upper section of the spindle never exceeded two inches in diameter, but she trembled uncontrollably as the first two wooden bulges pushed into her cunt. Amy had masturbated with a hairbrush handle and a candle previously, but had never contemplated an object anywhere as long and thick as the post before. 

As yet another inch of the bedpost surged into her, Amy had the fleeting thought that, No one, not even my gynecologist has ever seen me like this.

At that moment, John turned from Eve's sopping pussy, and caught sight of Amy as she struggled to further impale herself on the bedpost.

"Whoa! What the hell do you think you're doing?" John yelled.

Startled, Amy turned to look back at him, but couldn't think of a reply and let herself drop another inch lower. The sudden pain this entailed was both terrifying and unending. Amy fainted and sank even deeper onto the impaling post.

As he sprang from the bed to grab hold off her, he yelled, "Help! We need help in here!" Seconds later, Eve joined him, telling him, "My God! Please don't let her...."

Hector raced into the room, instantly saw the problem, and being much stronger than John, took Amy by the waist, keeping her from embedding herself further, and then began to lift her from her impalement.

It was Eve who saw there was a problem with the suction created between Amy's cunt and the post. "Stop!" she shouted, much as someone directing a truck in a loading zone. "If you go too fast, her insides will be pulled out. We don't want that."

By this time Mona Lott had joined them, and her experience in the porno business provided them with a partial answer. "John, do you have any Astro-glide?"

"Medicine cabinet," he replied, never taking his eyes off Amy.

Mona ran to the bathroom; found the Astroglide and hurried back to the bedroom. John took it from her and applied a liberal dosage to both Amy and the post.

Meanwhile, Amy came to, and seeing everyone around her, nervously wondered what obscene things they would have her doing next.

Not for a moment did she realize how dangerous her position was.

"Should we call the fire department, or an emergency crew?" John ventured, only to be hushed by Mona. 

"Not yet. I think we can free her. If she hurts herself... which she won't, well, then we'll call. But only then," and to Amy, she said, "Amy, honey, you're going to be fine. There's a little too much suction between your twat and the bedpost. I bet it feels really good in there, huh?"

"It did at first, but not so much anymore. Actually it kinda hurts."

"Well," said Mona, who had taken full control over the situation, "you're young and pliant, so a little pain won't hurt. Hector, keep a firm hold of her and, John, you get on the bed." 

He did so.

"Get on your knees... yeah, like that. Now take your hands and put them under Amy's ass." John did as he was told. "Now," Mona said, "push up. But do it very slowly." 

Mona leaned in as close as possible to Amy's glistening cunt and saw the effects of John's effort. "It's working... a little more...."

Everyone heard it - it being the point at which the suction popped and freed Amy from the bedpost.

Eve was the first to hug her, then John. After John reluctantly let her go, Amy opened her arms to Mona and kissed her hard on the mouth. 

A few seconds later, Mona disengaged herself, saying, "Honey, you have no idea where my mouth has been lately."

Amy made everyone present laugh, saying, "It can't have been as dirty as that bedpost."

"Still horny?" Mona inquired with a nasty leer.

Amy nodded, and said, "You know, I really am."

"Who goes first?" Mona cackled.

"I think John should," Amy said, smiling for the first time in quite a while.

"John it is," Mona said. "The rest of us will be in the living room. Come get whoever she wants next, John. That is, if there is a next."

Then Mona ushered the rest of them out of the bedroom and into the living room, while John and Amy looked at one another.

"Tell me the truth; does it hurt you down there?"

"Not a bit. I probably could have taken more actually," she told him, and noticed his full fledged erection bobbing as he moved to take her into his arms.

"But I interrupted you and Eve..."

"Nonsense, this is your night. Eve and I can get it on anytime. Tonight is special. You're a star, you're my niece," he paused, took a deep breath, and said, "and you're the most beautiful young woman I've ever seen."

"Oh..." was the only thing Amy could bring herself to say. But her heart was pounding joyfully.

"Let's try something a little different, Amy. We'll go slowly, to allow your body to recover."

"I'm fine," she protested.

"I know. I know. But let me be the judge, all right?"

"All right... John."

But as John readied himself to enter her, he saw the blood seeping from her vagina.

"Mona!" he called."

Both Mona and Hector quickly returned to the room, followed a moment later by Eve.

"She's bleeding!" John said weakly.

Mona grabbed a towel from the bathroom and tucked it between Amy's legs.

"I'm fine... really, I'm fine. It's just...."

The towel was already saturated with blood. Eve brought another towel out and handed it to Mona, who replaced the first one.

Hector said, "I'll call 911."

"No!" Amy yelled, her voice filled with alarm.

"It's just a precaution, baby," John said.

"Yeah, it needs a little cauterization," Mona lied, trying to reassure the young girl who lay there with her life's blood surging from her body. 

Amy already looked porcelain pale to the others.

"Do it!" John said tersely, and Hector reached for the phone and in hushed tones asked that an ambulance be sent to their address, adding only that they had a bleeder.

They were on the fourth towel when the Para-medics arrived. They quickly set out to staunch the bleeding and to some extent did. They treated Amy for shock, placed her carefully on a gurney and wheeled her out to the elevator and down to the waiting ambulance.

Later at the hospital, John was told that Amy was fine, but had lost a great deal of blood and would require several more days in the hospital.

"That's fine, Doctor, that's fine." John said agreeably. "I'll pay the bill. I'll handle all the costs."

The doctor gave him a wane smile and said, "Mr. Prentice, the police are waiting outside. They want to talk with you. The other members of your... group are with them."

John went out to meet with the police and found he and the others had been placed under arrest for engaging in sex with a minor as well as reckless endangerment of a minor.

At the earliest opportunity, John called his lawyer, and soon had everyone released on their own recognizance. It was established that Amy was not a minor and all charges were dropped.

There was still the matter of reckless endangerment, and while Amy was not a minor, the police felt that she had endangered herself and therefore was a threat to herself, since what had occurred might have been an attempted suicide.

It got worse for everyone involved. While Amy was being held for further observation by a psychiatrist, the hospital notified her parents who came down to be with her.

When they learned what had happened, Amy's father attacked John and fractured his skull. Amy's mother engaged another psychiatrist, one who would take a more lenient position with regard to having Amy released to her parent's care, provided she be given additional psychiatric treatment.

THE END

EPILOGUE

Amy's role in West Side Story was taken by an understudy, while new applicants were tested and a new artist assigned Amy's former role.

It was more than a year later that Amy was pronounced cured, and resumed her life back in Seegerville. 

Daren called a few times, but with football season looming and he being the starting quarterback, the local girls swarmed all over him whenever he stepped out of his dorm. He soon put Amy out of his mind and played the field.

Uncle John was prohibited by court order from seeing or even contacting Amy. Amy had no knowledge of this, and thought he had abandoned her. It caused her a good deal of grief, and when she learned that her career as an actress was also apparently at an end, she attempted suicide by slashing her wrists.

She survived, but was never the same carefree, happy person she had been on arriving in New York City.

Six months later, she called Elsie, and learned that she and Linda had closed West Side Story, and were now appearing in supporting roles in another musical. Elsie, told Amy that they would come to see her at the earliest opportunity, and they spent another hour on the phone talking about old times.

They never went to visit Amy. They always had more important things to do.

Uncle John was mugged one night leaving his office. He died two days later. The mugger was never apprehended.

Homer and Mona, continue to this day as major porn stars, but will never get rich at it.

As for Amy, it took another three years, but she recovered from her despondent state. She eventually met a young man named Artie, and they got engaged, were married, and had two children, a boy and a girl.

Amy joined the church choir, and sang every Sunday, and hardly ever thought about sex. 

Artie, dissatisfied with his marital sex life, soon found another girl friend and cheated on Amy for four years before leaving her and the children.

Amy handled it well enough, and raised the children without ever dating another man. Her parents passed away, father first and almost a year to the day, her mother followed, leaving Amy with enough money to keep her and the children comfortable for the remainder of their lives.