0 comments/ 82314 views/ 6 favorites Amber By: Julie Lemolo i You called it the Charlie Brown sweater. You wanted a picture of me in it, though when you said it I felt too young: it wasn't the ladylike clothing I would prefer to be captured in, just household gear. Jeans, a loose shirt. You know I'm not a jeans person, but I use them. So I stood in the kitchen feeling awkward, knowing I never came out well in photos. You told me to smile, so I suppose I did: I heard the click. "Satisfied?" "Another." "It'll look the same!" I protested. "Closer up. One of just your face." At that I grimaced, but composed my features and you snapped one close, in half profile, I remarked that you'd exhausted the possibilities then, and you said by no means. I pondered this but made no reply. You asked whether we could do another and I said I was sick of this sweater that made me feel like a child. "So take it off." Well I did and I heard you snap me as I had my hands high and my face hidden in it, with only the flash of midriff below my shirt to show there was anyone in there. I needed to brush my hair, I said, but you said you liked it ruffled. I know you do: you've ruffled it enough times. But I had to run my hands through it and drag back a little before I dare be seen in that viewfinder. You came up to me and helped, untangling strands and smoothing waves with both hands, hooking it back behind my ears, palms against my cheeks, and stood there a little while face to face contemplating the effect. Your eyes settled on my lips and I didn't want to kiss you because if I kissed you I'd do more than kiss you. Your eyes settled on my breastbone. Your hands descended with a tactile sweep down my throat to the wings of my shirt-collar, which you spread out and flattened. You picked up the camera. After a moment's composition of the picture you undid one pearl button and laid the wings out wider for a fuller view of the beginnings of my chest. You took that. Your hand again went to the next button, popped that open, and rested in the exposed dip between my two breasts, and your little finger hooked itself under the bra, tunneled in a little. When you withdrew you laid it contemplatively between your lips and I parted mine slightly. You took me then like that, those parts, then withdrew and took another of me full length. Your familiar hand found another button and I fell open more. Just then the family car sounded into life, reminding us of who was in the yard outside. I had been wearing a sweater because of the cold, and felt its want now. "Not this," I said. "I want to get into something pretty." "I like that idea," you said. "You always do." As we traipsed upstairs, me with the sweater over my shoulder and you behind me, you called "hey" and I looked back. You snapped me. I must have looked surprised. "I wanted to catch the shape of your breasts," you explained. I smiled in contempt and carried on. "You always do." Upstairs I was in my room, wardrobe door open, looked round, you weren't there. You came in upon me a moment later, having changed your camera. As far as I knew your other one was perfectly good, but last week you had bought a Polaroid, and I raised my eyebrows at it. "Faster." "It's not." "No-one else needs to see them." I rustled through my satin blouses, three hydrangea-hued: a carmine, a mauve, and a sky-blue. I undid the remaining buttons of shirt, facing away from you, noticing you watching me in the mirror. You shut the door behind us. I turned round to face you, my shirt swinging open across my belly. "Which one do you like?" "I like them both." "Of the three?" "Oh, those. Try each one on and I'll tell you." It took a long time. I unhitched the shirt from my shoulders and prepared to let it fall, but you stopped me with a click of the Polaroid and made me wait till that developed, then you took another with it fallen away and only my bra between you and me. You took me again in the carmine one, you took me again from behind when I had discarded it, you took off my bra and took my breasts in your eager machine, close up as a bust, further away to get my navel and the top of the jeans, again from the side, and finally very close to survey the dimpled topography of my areola as the nipple stiffened in the cool air. We decided not to try the other two on, and remained as we were, stiff and in need of warmth. You said you wanted my lower half to be equally pretty. You came and turned your hands on the soft folds below my belly, took the little hard thing that stuck out, and pulled it downward. With my jeans thus partly unzipped, looser on my hips, slipping as your hands parted them to compose a better picture, I breathed heavily in the afternoon and looked down at your hair, down near mine. Your light kiss moistened me. You took me from that angle. You took me with my jeans off, in my slight pants. You slid those away and captured my downy hair. I lay on the bed, legs close, and you took me. I lay, wide, and you. ii Familiar hair, but not easily recognizable because her eyes are closed and her mouth is absorbed by the downward bow of someone's penis in it and the shadow of the belly above her. Clearer this one: you'd recognize her from the smiling eyes and dark blonde hair, as she's looking up from the penis this time to show a better angle, and the man's belly, lying down, is flat from gravity. Anyone who knew Julia could see this was her sucking a man, but you would have to be as intimate as she is to guess at the man from what shows of him: and no-one is as close as she is. In this one Julia's lying on the bed, her face contorted in pleasure, taken from high up, high enough to see that her pubic hair is mingled with another's body. Here her breasts are pendulous, expanded, her smile eager and predatory, all viewed close to the photographer, and the ceiling and curtain rods behind her to calibrate the angle: her nether parts descend into blurring so you can't tell where her body ends, or how much is the other's. One of them side by side, their faces close, looking at the camera, their chests close, a section of Julia's areola, but the picture is badly framed, from Mark having to hold the camera awkwardly out with one arm, whose extension itself distorts the view and shadows her breast till you can hardly make it out. Parallel ones of Mark's head and body taken from the perspective of someone very close to him, too hard to identify. We would need sounds, her voice, her cries. They all capture something, but none proclaims "You know us both, you know our names, if you ever see these you will know the full degree of our relationship." There is a revelation missing. iii We happened to be away at the same time once, you to the south for one of your conferences, and me to the east to visit some friends, and possibly some other friends a little further on. We happened both to think of a hotel we knew in a city we knew, east of you and south of me, far from home for us both, and we met there almost by chance, and by day we enjoyed the markets and parks, and by night concert, food, wine, and by night we knew each other and no-one knew us. The first day you celebrated by getting me a present; I hunted through trays of rings, of old silver lockets, of garnet necklaces and turquoise, of amethyst pendants and amber. I rubbed the amber between my fingers and found the shape I liked, but noticed that it was substantially more expensive than the rest. I queried this with the old woman of the stall and she pointed out that what I had seen as a facet of darkness was a minute insect. "Insect!" I said in wonderment, looking at your enlarging smile. We bought it. That night in bed I kept it round my neck as a symbol of our bond, and you toyed with it as you did with all other things about me. It featured in the next shot, between my breasts as I had my legs spread waiting for you. And in the next: resting in your pubic hair as I took you in my mouth and looked up to be seen. And another, the warming resin nestled by my clitoris, your tongue pushed in deep beside it: but however much we put the symbols in, our photographs were divided worlds. We need a third person to bring us together for all to see, someone in a city where no-one knew us. Two days of search, not knowing how to recognize what we were searching for. In a cafe' there was a little girl, an extraordinarily pretty girl, and I chided you for paedophilia -- there are some sins even you should keep clear of. I assumed she was walking around purposefully waiting for her mother, while we were waiting for a waitress. Then she came to our table and turned out to be our waitress. Fourteen, surely, fifteen at most? The owner's daughter, no doubt. Amazingly pretty: I began to warm to her, watching her movements, and couldn't blame you for being unable to take your eyes off her. Then I heard her say "I gotta get another job. This crummy place isn't paying for college", and I was startled. Surely not old enough? So next time she passed and asked us if everything was okay, the cafe' being quiet and her duties light, I asked what college she was at and what she did there. A small local one; photography. We looked at each other casually, trying not to make our raised eyebrows too obvious. We carried on talking to her in a friendly way, and after looking about the place a couple of times for customers waiting, and finding none, she pulled up a chair and straddled it facing the outer door, and lit a cigarette. She let her long hair flop down, and pulled it back with a sweep of her hand. The gestures were adult and she suddenly looked old enough to be doing what she said. What sort of pictures did she take? She liked natural things: the desert, the whorls of flowers, twisted roots and winter trees, dogs in the street, nudes. Oh. In life classes? No, more sort of natural, at home. Just the students taking each other or what friends they could persuade: the college might not approve. I imagined, as I am sure you did, the queues of students and their friends that would build up when they heard of these private sessions. But she was continuing to speak as if it was only art school commonplace, like art theory and lighting. Name? Ambie. Hi, and we introduced ourselves. Ambie, that's unusual. Oh it's short for Amber. Ahh. Yes, we both knew, she had to be the one. "Would you be interested in doing some more nudes?" She was hesitant: "What do you mean?" "Us." "Look, I don't know you guys--" "We've got a hotel room, it's a respectable hotel, and busy, lots of people about all the time." "We can hand you the keys so you know the door's always unlocked. Check out the room and the corridors first and if you're okay with it, we've got a camera." "Now wait a minute, I'm not joining in any--" "No, no, we need a photographer, that's all. That's all we need, a third party, to take the shots we can't." "Look, this still sounds kinky." "It's not kinky. It's straight. Ordinary. The ordinary things. We just want a record of it and we can't take that ourselves. Not everything." "When, tonight?" "Tonight, if you like. Whatever suits you." "Well okay, should I bring my own stuff?" "Oh no. This is strictly Polaroid. We've got our own." iv Ambie arrived in clothes that made her look both older and younger, a royal blue velveteen dress over a white sleeveless blouse, and the length of dress added years and the frailty of those thin pale arms belied it. She was satisfied that a cry away behind her was a bustling corridor, and she stood uncertainly here and there, seeking to understand the light, as Julia and Mark began to undress. She ignored this at first, but when they stood naked and facing her she smiled nervously and said "I've done this before, but that time it was kids I knew". It was an age of freeze frames, of actions stopped in the middle, of voices of passion stilled as the young woman moved in and adjusted their limbs, of actions repeated, of long waiting and cool analysis by all. They were growing used to the touch of Ambie's hands, to the brush of her long fiery hair as it fell over them, of her clean smell so close. She parted Julia's vulva with one hand and tugged slowly on Mark's penis to reverse his detumescence as she eased him towards his love at an angle she had judged the clearest. They wanted the shots to be of real events, not posed ones unconsummated, and this compromise had led to many tests and repeats. When Mark at last ejaculated into Julia, their faces were both clearly visible, identifiable, full of love for each other and their mutual passion. Here they rested awhile and Ambie chatted about her college, her home, waiting for them to be ready for the next sequence she had planned. After a few minutes she ordered Julia to stand. Ambie knelt down and spread Julia's legs, watching. Finding nothing, and with her camera put aside, she reached in and pulled about, as Julia's face lit up in unexpected pleasure, and pulled out a glistening mass of white, which she spread with art-studently consciousness out of the hole and over the thigh. Wiping her hand dry against her bare left arm, having nowhere else safe to despoil, she took up her camera and had Mark kneel down close by with tongue ready to take it up, and found an angle that took in both their faces. When he had satisfied himself there, several pictures later, he stood and offered to kiss Ambie. She hesitated a moment then drew back with a brief smile. "Are you ready yet?" she said. "Ready for what?" She responded by holding his penis and manipulating it until he was fully erect in her hand and her palm was becoming sticky from the residue. This hand she touched very briefly to the point of her tongue before redirecting him to Julia's face. He straddled her and inserted himself, and they carried on as lovers do, guided also by the impersonal demands of their choreographer. When he muttered that he was coming she cried "Out! Out!" and grabbed his belly from behind. The result was just as she had expected: a jerking stream hit Julia's mouth, eyes, forehead, nose, and dripped from her ear onto the pillow. When the first picture of that had developed and she was ready for another she moved in close to Julia's face to scent possibilities. When Julia's arm encircled her and locked there, Ambie's face registered a little alarm, and doubt when Julia began tightly drawing her close. Mark stood apart as Ambie resisted, stopped resisting, accepted Julia's kiss on the lips where the semen lay, and did not want to resist when Julia began pushing her tongue through and deeper, and so they squirmed. When they parted it was only for Ambie to begin licking all over her face, taking in the foods of love, going back to Julia's rich mouth, and sharing them. Mark, by now having his curiosity turn to greater desire, had taken Ambie's skirts and had lifted them up, but when she felt his hands descend through her pants into her cleft behind, she separated and said she had to go, she had done all that they asked. "Can't we entice you to stay?" "No. I'm just a photographer, remember?" "Your face is... not clean." "Let me," said Mark, and took her in her his arms, unlustfully, with restraint, like a brother holding his sister, and began to kiss across her face. They kissed. She held him underneath, then left the room. v The next night would be our last, so the next day was spent in a lazy haze of unforced tourism. Of course we visited the same cafe' but there was no-one we knew there, and we were disappointed, but went on to watch ducks on ponds and skateboarders shouting and bragging, went into the local museum and saw the stuffed specimen of a bird that no doubt helped contribute to its extinction. We wondered what we would do with our recorded memories. When we arrived back about seven we took them out from their locked bag and reviewed them with amusement and wonder. There was a knock on the door. What on earth would a chambermaid be doing at this time of the night? "Sorry, we're in here," we called. "It's Ambie, can I come in?" Amber It was late at night. I couldn't sleep, as usual, and the only thing open, near me, was the 7-11. I was jonesing for a chocolate chip cookie! 3/$1. Still the best deal on cookies in town. I jumped into my little green Geo, and drove down to the convenience store to satiate my desires for cookies...and the new night clerk, Amber! Amber was a lovely, 18 year old girl I'd known for years. I'd watched her grow up, next door to us. She was 5 feet of pure, untouched sexuality. I'd been trying to get into her pants since her birthday party. But, since I was over twice her age, I kinda figured she'd think I was too old for her! I saw her go off to make out with a boy her own age at her party and she never gave me a second look, so you can see why I figured what I had. I'd seen her, in various states of undress, from my bedroom window, over the past year or so. With the blossoming of womanhood, only just beginning to show on her young body, now, she was definitely becoming a woman: Five foot, nothing, tall; 32-22-32! Lovely, small breasts curving down to a very narrow waist; tapering down to sexy, slim hips and a tight ass, that I would have killed to get my hands on. Luckily, it didn't come down to that. She was wearing her "dirt-blond" hair up in pig tails, that night. God, she looked so cute! Just like she had at the age of 7, when she moved in next door to me and had come over to introduce herself. (Since that first day, she's always confided in me about everything.) "Uncle Chris! How are you?" She always called me "Uncle," which shows you how close we were. I smiled, but didn't say a word. She was wearing really short shorts and I could've sworn I saw her pussy lips poking out through the crotch of them. For sure, half of her ass cheeks were sticking out of the bottom of her tattered cut-offs. Apparently, the dress-code was not being enforced that night. "Why so quiet, tonight, Unc? Is that bulge in your shorts cutting off your air supply?" I looked down & sure enuff, she was right! I had a monster stiffy!! And it was starting to hurt, too!!! (Good, old Viagra.) I looked up at her and said it was none of her business, rather shocked at her sudden brazenness. Only just recently had we started to discuss sexual matters. "It's OK, Chris." She continued, "I know you've been watching me strip for a while." "But, only this past year have I seen anything to look at," I chided, truthfully, referring to the fact that she was slow in her sexual development. "Ooooh, ho ho hohh! You are so gonna get it for that one, Mister," she countered. I then poked her in the ribs, saying, "I know you are, but what am I?" I then stuck my tongue out at her. She seemed to light up at the sight of my tongue, saying, "oooo, is your cock as long as your tongue?" "A bit... But you'll never know, young lady!" I said with a stern tone! She then shocked me further, by saying, "Too bad. I could use a stiff cock. I've been so horny, lately. The poor carrots in my house just don't do the trick any more. Dammit!" I was stunned by her words. Apparently, she'd been watching me having sex with my girlfriends, from her window, all these years. And it had turned her on, so much so, that she'd have to frig herself to sleep, on those nights. "Listen, I get off work at 5:00am today. Are you still gonna be up?" she asked, fully knowing of my nocturnal habits. I hadn't slept at night for 15 years. "Probably," I said. "Why?" "There's something I want to give you," was all she said, as another customer came into the store. I left, after saying g'night and drove home, forgetting about her "something" for me. At 5:45am there was a soft knock at my door. It was Amber. She was still wearing her work clothes. She came in whispering something about not wanting her folks to know she was there, would I please not tell them she was there, or something like that. When I tried to ask her why the sudden need for secrecy, she put her index and middle fingers in my mouth and asked me to be quiet and taste her fingers...! They tasted of cookies. Cookies and... something else. It was kind of tangy/sweet and slightly salty/bitter! "What IS that?" I asked. Without saying a word, she closed my front door, leaned back against the inside of the door and pulled down her shorts. This threw me for a big loop, but when she said to look down, I gasped aloud! She had no panties on! She had shaved her pussy!! And she had a chocolate chip cookie sticking out from between her vagina lips!!! "I told you that those carrots weren't enough anymore," she groaned! When she said that, she started to shudder. She was having an orgasm! "Nnnnnnaaaaaaaaahhhhhnnnnh!" She cried out, trying in vain to stifle the sound of her climax. Luckily, she'd closed the damn door. She would have awakened her parents, next door, for sure. There was cookie-goo dripping down her inner thighs. Pussy flavored,chocolate chip cookie-goo! I quickly jumped to my knees to lick her thighs. "Are you sure about this?" I asked, as I pulled out the fresh baked "dildo" from her smooth, dripping orifice! She just nodded her head, and said "Lick me, eat me... FUCK ME, NOW, DAMMIT!!!" So I did. I feasted on cookies'n'cum!!! A new taste sensation! I told Amber that this should be the next flavor from "Ben&Jerry's!" She just grunted and shivered again as I stuck my tongue on her clitoris, sending her into the throes of another orgasm! When she calmed down, I asked her if she'd like to "help out an old man with a big problem?" "How big...and what can I do?" she asked. I just picked her little 90 pound body up, carried her to my bedroom, and put her half naked body on the double bed. I took off my clothes and told her to remove her shirt. When she got a look at my erection, she let out a gasp. I asked if she was making fun of my little 7 incher, but she said no. "It's much bigger than the carrots I've been using for the past two years," she proclaimed. "What about all your boyfriends? Surely, they are much bigger than I am!" I asked her. "I never let them get that far," she said. I guess her parents didn't want her fooling around, getting nocked-up. So she was still, technically, a virgin. So, that was what she wanted to "give" me: her cherry! "It's also much bigger in person," she said, alluding to the fact that she'd been watching me through the window, too. "My mom said it's not more than 5 inches. I'd love for her to see this up close!" Her mom, "Beth," was a sexy, little bitch. I call her a bitch because the first time I'd met her, she was sunning herself out in their back yard, nude! She asked me if I had a problem, or if I was just a perv. I told her I just enjoyed beautiful women. ALL beautiful women. To which she threatened to call the Police if I didn't get the fuck out of her yard. So I just left the fresh bread that I'd baked for their house warming on the back steps, and walked back to my own yard, never once telling her who I was. Fuck her, I figured. She didn't, and still doesn't, deserve my kindness. The woman is still a royal cunt! And speaking of "cunts..." ...I was thoroughly enjoying Beth's daughter's tight and juicy cunt-- for all I was worth!!! Amber was really getting into my oral ministrations, too. She was thrashing her head around back and forth on my pillows, mumbling incoherently, in a constant state of orgasm. I lost count after her sixth climax. But now, I needed satisfying, and old "Henry" was aching something fierce! She wanted to taste my cock, but I told her she could after I fucked her pussy! I grabbed her ankles and put them over my shoulders and proceeded to sink my cock, slowly, agonizingly, into her tight, tight, tight, virgin hole! I thank God for Viagra, for without it, I would not have been hard enough to fit into little Amber's tight, little cunt! A lesser man would have blown his load before he'd gotten halfway in her box... Hell, I'd have blown my load, halfway into her box! But the blessed "little blue pill," I'd swallowed, would not allow me to blow my wad for a while...so, I just figured I'd enjoy the sensations of Amber's beautiful, young body beneath mine for as long as I could... as long as it took!! I just kept slamming my pelvis into hers. My loins into hers. My achingly stiff penis into her tightly wet vaginal hole!!! We fucked like this for two hours. It was 8:00am When I finally felt my own orgasm building, rising thru my testicles. I looked down at little Amber. Damn. She'd passed out from all the thrusting into her sensitive, inflamed cunt-flesh! I woke her from her orgasmic stupor by twisting her tight, erect gumdrop nipples, and told her to get ready...I was about to cum in her newly, stretched-out, cunt! "Oohhhhh," was all she uttered, as she started into another orgasm. That one little orgasm finally got to my, still hard, cock, And I shoved "Henry" in as far as I could and spattered the insides of her womanhood with my sperm, in a gut-wrenching orgasm of my own!!!This really woke Amber up, as she sqealed, "I can feel it hitting my lungs! I can feel it hitting my lungs!" I came with such force and such volume, combined with the fact that Amber was so tiny and tight, that our juices squirted out of her well fucked pussy hole, all over the sheets, our legs and the window, too! We both looked out the window, gasping for breath, after our marathon fuck, and watched the sun come up over her family's house. I promised I'd never clean that window; so every time she looked at me from her bedroom window, she'd see the results of our lovemaking. Little Amber and I stayed together for the rest of that weekend, fucking and sucking each other as much as possible. We did it in every room in the house. Twice in the garage, on the cold cement floor. We screwed out in my back yard. We even screwed in her back yard, while her folks were at work, of course. Then we fucked in her bedroom, later that night. God, I thought her dad was going to catch us a few times, then! I went thru' four, 50mg tablets of the Viagra over that weekend. I had cum a record (for me, anyway) eleven times! Amber and I, both walked funny for a week after that. I lost 25 pounds of body fat, and looked like a new man! I had no problems getting dates, after my encounter with little Amber's maidenhead! Amber and I still get together for a long weekend, every month or so. We've explored every aspect of our sexualities. (Anal sex with Amber was incredible! Her anus was twice as tight as her vagina!!!) And I even fucked her stuck-up- bitch, mother. With Amber cheering me on!!! But, that's another story!!!! Oh yeah, I never did clean that window... After 3 years, it's still got our cum stains dried on it. Thats how we signal each other to come over. We leave a light on in the window when we're horny! Oop, sorry. I gotta go. The light in her bedroom just flashed. Amber's taking off her clothes. Look at that tight pussy of hers, would you? Wow! Bye, bye... Amber This is my first foray into the incest/taboo genre, and of course it has an exhibitionist component. I am not sure if I will have a follow up story to this one or not, but enjoy. Please remember to vote and leave a comment at the end, it is the best means to provide feedback and let me know of your enjoyment. Everyone in this story is at least eighteen. * The door to the old house opened and I asked "Are you ready?" when I saw Amber swing the door open for me. "Almost!" Amber squealed and jumping back making room for me to enter. Her blonde hair bouncing as her brown eyes sparkled. I shook my head as I looked at my niece, and laughed asI walked into the house. For the last four years we had gone out once a month to a horror movie, and once a month she came over to my house to watch a movie in the basement. It always amused me that she chose date night over virtually anything else. It was Amber's birthday, her 18th birthday, and she decided to put going out with her girlfriends off until the following week because it was her night with me. I was picking her up at the customary time, 8:00, to drive back across town to hit the mega-plex for the 9:00 show. Amber was wearing a pair of over sized cotton running shorts that looked suspiciously familiar, a white tank top and a black bra. No shoes or socks, she looked absolutely comfortable and no where near ready to go. "Are you sure you want to go to the movies tonight? I mean you only turn 18 once in a lifetime." I asked again. We had been texting each other all week discussing which of the possible movies to go see. We had decided on the latest blockbuster PG-13 horror flick which always struck as an oxymoron. Horror should be R rated, blood guts, tits, ass, you name it. But it was Amber's turn to pick and pick she did. Amber's hands reached out and grasped my arm just below the wrist, her fingers pressing into the palm of my hand, her eyes wide as if she was in fear. "Please Steve? Can we go?" Amber pleaded. Her perfect tits, which I had for years tried to ignore jiggled and her arms pressed them together, thrusting her cleavage up and in. Each year it seemed those tits got bigger and fuller. At fourteen one day she showed up sporting about an A cup, and now here I was staring down the deep crevasse formed by a pair of D cup tits pressed together. It was such an easy natural movement, there was no way she had any idea she was doing it. It was only with a silent chant, "She's my niece, she's my niece," did I manage to keep any sort of control of myself. Clearing my throat, "Okay, okay," I said with feigned resignation. Truth be told, I was as fond of these date nights of ours as she was. "Maybe you should invite Kim along." A flash of jealousy crossed her pretty brown eyes as Amber's head shook and said, "No, she thinks you are dreamy, and would probably end up trying to ruin the night for me." I wasn't sure which I found more appealing, the petite Kim finding me dreamy, or the fact Amber was jealous. Ultimately I decided both. With a wry smile I hid as I turned toward the couch I muttered something like, "She can dream, you are my girl." I hadn't realized what I said until I heard the squeal from Amber as she headed back toward her room. I watched the swish of the grey shorts hiding what I knew to be a firm bubble ass. I shifted my weight making myself comfortable as I pulled my phone out and checked emails and texts. Clearing everything out I realized Amber wasn't back yet and almost thirty minutes had gone by. I called out "Hey, Let's go! Time's a wasting." I heard her call out, "Just another minute, I gotta pack a bag." Bags weren't unusual, I usually took her either back home or to her grandmother's house after the movies, and closed my eyes and leaned my head back to wait for Amber to decide to finish, though it was beginning to look like we would miss her choice of a movie and would have to see the one I wanted. Deciding time was on my side, the clear choice was to not hurry her, let her take her time and we would have to see the blood fest at 9:50. Another ten minutes passed by and I heard her walking back into the living area and announce, "I'm ready." I stood up, opening my eyes on the way and did a double take as I looked at Amber. She wasn't wearing jeans, which in of itself was nothing unusual, but what was unusual, was what she was wearing. The skirt was a short pleated black job that stopped about half way between her knees and ass cheeks. The top of the skirt plunged so low that each of her pelvis bones were clearly visible and if the front plunged any lower, her pubic hair would show. Or maybe it was that low and she shaved, it was certainly the most daring pair of jeans she had ever worn that I knew of. She had a startling red blouse that looked like a corset made of silk, red and black buttons in the front and as she spun around displaying ensemble, I noticed that indeed the blouse did lace in the back as well, and that the skirt billowed up high enough that for a moment I wondered if I saw her ass. As she stopped the spin her tits heaved and came perilously close to spilling out of the top. "What do you think, Steve?" Amber asked in what approximated a sultry voice. I was unable to clear my throat enough, and managed to literally choke out, "Nice. Real nice Amber." She bent over to pick up her bag and those tits I dreamed about at least twice a month spilled forward, barely staying in the top. "Let's go" she beamed, clearly enjoying the reaction she was causing. We walked over to the suburban and I took the bag from her after holding the door open for her and tossed it in the back. I jumped into the driver's seat and we headed back toward my side of town, "You know, I don't think we'll make the one you wanted to see unless we wait for the 10:50." "Nah, that's okay, let's go see the other flick." Amber said. I glanced at her frequently as I drover, her tits were sitting up in the corset like blouse like they were oysters on the half shell, and illogically, I was finding myself quite hungry. Amber's conversation was as animated as ever, talking about nearly anything and it filled the forty minute drive nicely. Pulling into the mega plex, I parked and walked around the suburban to let her out, taking her hand as she bounded down onto the concrete, I swear she smiled as my stuck to her tits, but when I looked up at her face she was frowning at me. I managed to suppress a sigh as I turned and headed toward the box office. By the time we got in line, the moment had passed and she was talking about Kim and her adventures with boys again. I bought a huge popcorn and a couple of diet sodas and we headed to the theater and found some seats off to one side. As was typical, Amber held the popcorn in her lap and we both ate out of it as the previews and commercials started. Just before the opening credits, Amber handed me the popcorn and headed off to the restroom. I balanced the popcorn jug between my knees and watched as the movie started. Soon Amber was back and sat down with a huff. "What's wrong?" I whispered. "Tell you later," Amber responded, still sounding put out. I glanced over at her out of the corner of my eye and my mouth went instantly dry. He soft lush looking globes were there for the taking, if someone just reached out to do so. After a couple of minutes the movie caught my attention enough that I stopped worrying about Amber and focused on it. It was half way through the movie that everything changed. I had set the nearly empty bucket of popcorn off under my seat, and was watching the movie when a particularly startling scene occurred. Amber's hand came crashing down onto my thigh and she squeezed hard. It of itself innocuous enough except that she didn't move her hand and my cock was resting under her fingers. Each time a scary scene came up she would squeeze and I found myself hoping for and dreading the next scary part. I was torn between the dichotomous facts that it felt really, really good, and that she was my damned neice. She was my wife's sister's only kid. Three scenes like this I managed to keep my cool more or less, as my cock hardened a little more with each squeeze. On the fourth squeeze I moaned, I didn't mean to, but could not help myself. Amber looked at me and then looked down at where her hand was and turned beet red. "OHMIGOD!" she whispered. "I am so sorry; I thought that was your forearm." My heart was racing as I cleared my throat and whispered, "It is okay, honey; nothing to worry about." Truth of the matter is I was so hard that if she gave it one more firm squeeze, I would have blown my nuts down my left pant leg. She put her hand on my arm, which was on the arm rest, and gave out a little giggle. "What?" I asked quietly. "They do feel about the same size you know." Amber whispered back. I am sure my face must have turned red as I sat there slack jawed looking at her. She bent over and gave me a very grown up feeling wet peck on the cheek and whispered, "Watch the movie, Uncle Steve." Inwardly I groaned, this little girl, all of eighteen, today, had accidentally grabbed my cock and played with it and she was cool enough to blow it off. I on the other hand was partially ashamed, and mostly turned on. I glanced around to see if any of the people around us had heard what had happened, and to all appearances, they hadn't; all faces were pointed to the screen. I tried to focus on the movie; I really did. But I was acutely aware of the little dynamo next to me who wasn't all that little any more. She was on the cusp of womanhood, and some lucky bastard was going to help her. Thrusting aside all morality, I decided, then and there, that the lucky bastard was going to be me. I dropped my hand into her lap and wrapped my hand across the top of her thigh letting the fingers rest on her inner thigh, my pinky just below the hem of her skirt. The armrest between the chairs came up and Amber laid her hand back on my leg, this time aiming for my cock, giving it an affectionate squeeze. I glanced left and right, and still neither set of people seemed to be concentrating on us. I was hoping that no one knew the two of us that could see us. There would be hell to pay if they did. I barely stifled the moan that was building in me and squeezed her firm, thin thigh. I heard and felt Amber sigh as her legs spread a little. Emboldened, I stroked up and down her thigh, never disturbing the hem of her skirt, but running my fingers as close to her pussy as I could, with out touching it. I was no longer paying attention to the movie, but concentrated on Amber and our lack of obvious audience, if they just glanced our way they would easily see what was happening. Amber's hand started pressing hard against my cock and ran up and down the length of it, I could feel my balls churning at the constant pressure she was putting on me. She then grabbed the head of my cock between her thumb and fore finger pressing and releasing in a quick pressure. I leaned back my breathing was starting to come in short little gasps as her fingers worked their magic on me. I saw the young man to Amber's left had noticed what was going on and he was leaning forward slightly to get a better view. Amber noticed too and leaned over and whispered, "He's watching us." She ran her hand along the length of my shaft and gave it a sharp hard squeeze. "I know,: I whispered back. "Do you like that?" "Oh yes," Amber moaned back at me. Her hand kept opening and closing around my cock, milking me for all I was worth, and I neared an orgasm. The lady that was sitting two seats to my right stood up and began working her way past her friend and Amber let go of my cock a moment as her firm ass slinked along in front of us. No sooner had she cleared the row, Amber's hand was back in place, keeping me agitated again. It was turning out to be a maddening experience; Amber was lightly playing her fingertips along my shaft and then would squeeze it hard, only to return to the light touches again. Neither Amber nor I noticed when the woman returned until we heard her gasp, standing in front of Amber, facing the two of us. She scooted by and whispered to her friend to move over and then sat down next to me. Her face was turned toward the screen, but her eyes were cast down to my lap, and as Amber's hand found my cock, she took a deep breath and held it a moment, the released it in a long slow almost sigh-like sound. Her skin was almost alabaster with dark brown eyes. Her black curly hair framed her face and touched lightly against her shoulders. As Amber's hand moved up and down, the woman's nipples, crowning magnificent tits, hardened and then Amber squeezed the head of my cock, forcing all thoughts of being watched aside. Amber's ministrations to my cock had me on the edge of cumming, my ass was clenched, and my hand was gripping Amber's thigh tight, knuckles white. The other hand grabbed the arm rest between the woman and I. I was on the verge of hyperventilating when I heard the woman moan out breathlessly, "That is so hot." I had to bite my tongue as my balls released their load, painting the inside of my jeans. The guy on the other side of Amber added his two cents worth muttering, "Fuck yeah," loud enough everyone with fifteen feet of him shushed him. Amber sighed contentedly as she laid her head against my shoulder, her hand still rubbing up and down my length, keeping it as hard as she could, sending shivers through my body when she got to the sensitive head, compressing it and expanding it. My own hand had finally traveled up her thigh and was pressed against her panties, pushing them into her molten slit, creating one of the worst cases of camel toe in history. Amber had given up all pretenses of watching the movie, her eyes were closed and her breathing was fast and shallow. Her right had continued idly playing with my cock and her left was now clutching my wrist between her legs, guiding my hand around. Dampness had collected in her cotton panties and spread slowly as I continued to stimulate her. "Have you ever had an orgasm?" I whispered. A breathless "Yes", was Amber's response. "Who was he?" I asked a moment of jealousy. Amber rotated her face up toward mine and looked me in the eye. She blushed and whispered, "It wasn't a boy that did it for me, but Kim." I almost lost control of myself then and there as my cock began to stir at the thought of Amber and Kim experimenting on each other. Incredulously, I asked, "You and Kim are lovers?" The woman to my right pretty much gave up on the movie and was leaning over, listening to Amber and me. I looked at her, and her nipples were so taut that they were trying their damnedest to push through her blouse and bra. She was pressing her thighs together in time with Amber's hand. Amber's breathing stopped as she gripped my wrist and cock fiercely, her body shuddering slightly and the damp spot in her panties became much larger and overwhelmingly wet. Her scent filled my nostrils causing my mouth to water. Amber's head bobbed up and down, and breathlessly she muttered, "Yes." The woman moaned noticeably, and her hand landed on my right forearm. I dropped my hand into my lap, more to keep her friend from noticing than an invitation, which she apparently thought it was. Her hand traveled along my arm, into my lap and she cupped my balls squeezing them lightly while Amber was still playing with the shaft of my cock. I saw Amber and the woman exchange a look. After the look the woman stopped playing with my balls while they maintained the eye contact. With a faint nod from Amber, the woman's hand squeezed my balls oh so gently. The rest of the movie was a blur I didn't pay attention to it at all. My concentration was on the hand that lay nestled against Amber's pussy, her legs clamped together holding my hand in place. My pinky was wrapped up in the cotton of her panties and her outer lips, which were soft and moist. Her right hand still lay on my lap, her fingers tracing the outline of my cock. The other woman's hand was stroking up and down between my legs, my balls rolling around slightly in my pants that were suddenly way too tight. Before long, my cock was hard again and the woman joined Amber in stroking me, now obviously leaning over to do so. I no longer cared what the people behind us might be thinking, all thought impossible under the assault of the two women. With my free hand I reached up and cupped one of her tits, small and firm. The nipple pressed into my palm enticingly. The movie came to an unfortunate end; long before I could cum again. We sat waiting for the theater to clear. "Really Terry," the man two seats to my right exclaimed; "Do you really have to rub some guys cock while I am sitting next to you?" Terry shrugged and said, "It looked like she needed help." Amber and I laughed and the other woman stormed off. As she left, I asked, "Is your friend going to forgive you?" In response Terry leaned over and tilted Amber's face toward her and kissed her. Their tongues dancing in each other's mouths as I stifled a moan. The image of the two of them kissing inches from my cock was mind numbing. Terry looked at me and said, "She is a friend, and you two look far more interesting. She'll forgive me half way home." Amber and I were the last to leave, Terry taking off after her friend, and walked out hand in hand, our fingers intertwined. Amber stopped at the women's restroom and I at the men's taking a much deserved piss and wiped some of the cum from the interior of my pant leg. We walked out into the summer night and I helped her into the suburban; Amber leaned over and gave me that wet womanly peck on the cheek. I stood there looking into her eyes, and placed my hand on her stomach and worked it up to her massive tit and gave it a squeeze. The silky blouse provided no real resistance and her full breast was soft and plush under my hand. I ran the palm of my hand over her nipple and drug the material down, popping her tit free. I rolled her nipple in my fingers and Kin's eyes closed and her head lolled back as she moaned. The moan turned into a groan as I left her tit and closed the door, and walked around and climbed in. "That was mean, Uncle Steve." Amber said plaintively. "Really?" I asked as I reached over and free the other tit from its confines. This time I leaned over and sucked it into my mouth, my tongue lavishing it, flicking my tongue over it very slowly. Sitting back up I asked, "Where am I taking you?" It had to be the most devilish look I had ever seen as she said, "Your house." I laughed and asked, "You know your aunt and cousin are home, they don't leave until maybe tomorrow?" "Yeah, I know, but she made me promise I would come over after the movie and see her." Amber said. "You stay dressed like that and she'll never let me take you out again." I said eyeing her sexy outfit, and all of the exposed skin, including the two grape sized nipples. Amber laughed as she said, "I know, my bag is in the back, remember? I have another out fit in there." Amber crawled between the two seats and started over the second row, her ass framed perfectly in the rear view mirror. I reached behind me and ran my hand between her thighs until I reached the junction between them. Amber gasped as I ran my hand up and down her soaking wet panties a couple of times. I then slapped her ass and watched it juggle nicely in the rear view. My mouth and throat went dry as she pulled away from me and kept crawling for her bag. Once she put hands on it she crawled back forward, and this time her tits were swaying in a mesmerizing manner. She sat in the middle seat of the second row, her legs splayed out showing me her wetness. Cupping her tits she teasingly asked, "Do you like what you see Uncle Steve?" Amber I would have lied if I said no. As tantalizing as she was, I wanted more, and ordered "Strip." Amber sat there a moment shocked I think by the tone of my voice, the hunger that was clearly in it. At this point there was no moral aspect to my thinking, just an 18 year old sitting half naked near me and the desire to see her completely naked. After a moment she raised her hips slightly and unzipped the skirt and pulled it down, tossing it to the side. I licked my lips seeing her legs, firm and supple, my eyes gravitated and fixated on her white cotton panties, and I whispered, "Take them off. Now." Amber whimpered slightly and raised her hips again. This time she hooked the top of her panties and started pulling them down, at mid thigh, I could see the hair surrounding her hot little twat and then they were on the floor board of the SUV. She spread her legs and I could see her outer lips were slightly open. I reached back and caressed her thigh, my fingers inches from her juicy box. "Please, Uncle Steve," Amber moaned while squirming on the seat. "Please what?" I asked. Amber moaned again and whispered, "Please stick your finger in me." I pulled my hand back until it rested on her knee and said, "Finish stripping." Amber nearly screamed in frustration as she whipped the corset like blouse off so fast I am not sure if she unbuttoned it or not. Her pendulous tits hung there a perfect complement to her pussy and legs. Her saucy demeanor had evaporated with each piece of clothing and now she sat there, her arms bouncing up and down, trying to decide if she should hide her tits or not. "Stretch your arms out along the back of the seats, "I said. I started the suburban and pulled out, one eye on the rearview mirror, the other glancing at the road not nearly enough to be safe, but far more than I wanted. "Don't move Amber until I tell you to." Amber whimpered at the new command but complied any way. Her tits swayed with the vehicle, her taut nipples leading the way. Her areola were about the size of a half dollar and the nipples looked even bigger than they did when she was sitting in the front seat. I drove slow and took the long way to the house and parked at the strip mall about a quarter mile away and told Amber, "Come here." She quickly climbed into the front seat and looked expectantly at me. I leaned over and sucked her nipple into my mouth, and it felt like it would fill my mouth completely. My left hand reached over for the other tit and I hefted it, amazed at its size and fullness. She was well on her way to having the biggest tits I had ever seen, and they were amazing to the touch. I twisted and pulled on her nipple, and Amber's moans filled the suburban and my cock, both threatening to explode from the sultry sound. My hand traveled down her slightly rounded tummy and entered the short curly bush between her legs, Amber gasped out, "Please, now, Uncle Steve, finger fuck me now." I shook my head, her heavy tit jiggling like jello with the action and murmured, "No. The first thing I shove in there will be my cock." I started rubbing her clit lightly, dipping down to her hole to collect some of the copious quim, and spread it around. Amber's moans turned deeper as I flicked my tongue across her nipple and finger across her clit at the same speed. I bit into her tit and pinched her clit and Amber screamed as her body started quivering and quaking. Her pussy started flowing heavily, coating my seat in her cunt juices. I stuck my fingers in my mouth and savored the sweet tart flavor and for a second berated myself for not sticking at least one into her. "Damn Uncle Steve," Amber whispered. For a second she sounded like that little girl that I knew and pangs of shame washed over me and I felt decidedly uncomfortable. I glanced up at her and could see the same emotions tearing across her. I cupped her face and whispered, "We can't tell your Aunt Maureen, or your mother. They'd kill me for this." Amber started crying a little and whispered, "I know, Uncle Steve. I...I.." I placed a finger over her mouth and whispered, "Shhh. Don't say you are sorry." Amber nodded and I said softly, "Now go get dressed so I can get you to your aunt." Amber For full understanding of the background and history of my sexual experiences please read "Whip it Out." The letter "Broken" is not a necessity to read but gives the context as to why I decided to tell my experiences. CHAPTER 1 Fall of 1982 in Southern Missouri. Leaves changing, schools' starting, it's basketball country. I'm 18, and a senior in high school. Just had the greatest summer of my life. Biology class has me sitting behind Amber. The only thing that keeps me from skipping. How to describe Amber; 18, 5'2", full tits on a small frame. Brown hair & eyes. Tan from the outdoors. Face is imperfect yet magnetic. A talkative honey voice. She'll be a state college girl not a D1. School teacher not an attorney. Knows what Boone & Crockett is. Could make the centerfold of Hustler, Never Playboy. I chatted her up from the first day just like mom suggested. It wasn't hard. Amber handles the conversations. Dates down here mean ball games & beer kegs. Amber's my age and has been to a few parties, yet never had a steady. Boys' desires for her haven't been successful and we all know it. We've been dating now about 2 weeks. I can't get enough of her and I think she feels the same way. Everyday after the last bell she's at my truck door bumming a ride home. My adrenaline pumps the last hour of school. I didn't rush her. My summers' experiences are paying off. We make out where possible. On the tailgate at a party or in her drive way. She gave me her tits immediately and freely. Her posture during our sessions, has not offered me 3rd base and I'm not gonna steal. Her kisses and enthusiasm for me have me on the hook. I'm getting the sense bases are loaded and I'm coming up to bat. Tomorrow night is our first away game. She cheers, I play, for our small class school. I've offered to take her home after game. Fortunately we won and are rewarded with getting to sit coed on the bus. What memories, making out on a bus. The odd fish is being able to see out the windows. Guys scramble all week trying to get a "ride home" date. Our comfort level is allowing us to both play offense. The ride home became misery for both of us as we graduated to the next level. Those cold vinyl truck seats cool us down, however offer the perfect opportunity to snuggle as I drive. My alibi has been loaded and holstered all week. "Have you seen that new John Deere 4 wheel drive? Mr. Johnson just got one. The only one around here," I comment as she's getting my Journey cassette tape going. She giggles and leans back into me. "No, are they still green?" Her manner conveys that my cover is blown. Everyone knows Johnsons' field roads on the river are very busy at night. She doesn't balk so I stay on course. Not a better smell than a dirt road at night. "A private place," mom said. We're there, I did my homework. Amber's sweater comes off by her own hands. Mine search her bra for the clasp as she shrugs the straps not wanting to wait. Feeling her bare skin unencumbered brings all possibilities to light. What a rush it is, moving my hand to her breast knowing it is welcome and expected. They are more than a handful. Light brown areolas and nipples. Longer than moms' I notice. Laying her down in the seat she spreads her legs out of practicality and I fall into her with a kiss and caress of the opposite breast. Lowering my mouth to her right breast brings the knowledge I'm in uncharted territory and my cock is aware of it as well. Licking and sucking on her nipple as she rubs my head and squirms under me is incredible. On top brings responsibility. How fast? How slow? What next? I know what I want but does she? Running my hands up her leg with a firm touch, knowing I'm going to be safe draws me back to her full lips with a kiss that is not tender, simply wanton. Under her cheerleading skirt, resistance comes in the form of practical bottoms. Made tight and snug. Probably designed by some 80 year old bitch!! Amber giggles, knowing I'm getting my butt kicked by a piece of elastic. She raises her hips as I pull a side down and she quickly assists or risks injury. I'm familiar with pussy. Met it this summer. Amber's a natural. My weight on her left leg prevents movement but her right compensates by going high and wide without my direction. The back of her thigh is my playing field. Watching mom I know what she needs. Sliding down into her, my fingers don't' have to search, as contact is made. My fingers run a course through her folds creating that valley I've seen before. Tugging on my first clit with workable knowledge brings gasps and a hip searching from her. Amber squeals in my ear "That feels so good Jamie." I continue my caress with small penetrations. Her flow is plentiful and as it covers my hands my selfishness returns. My cock seeks satisfaction on her right thigh. Saved only by Levi Strauss. I finally tear my left hand out of her and start the fumbling process on my belt. Amber grabs my hand with a whispered "Jamie, I'm not ready." What the FUCK! All we need is MEATLOAF playing and the night would be complete. "I'm sorry Jamie, I like you so much" as she reaches up and pulls me back to her lips. My summer education was definitely not completed. Going back to the well has a dampening effect. Sliding my palm on her pussy and the lack of her response brings the start of love. "Is it ok Jamie? I'm sorry, I'm just scared." As she pulls me in. "Yeah, It's ok" "you're not mad are you?" as I raise up. Looking at her, my hand finds her breast again and I respond squeezing it. "No it's cool" as she raises up and puts her arms around me scooting completely onto my lap offering a make up kiss. Where is this going to go? How long do I keep this up? I love kissing her but her ass on my cock does not offer a peaceful resolution. She has to feel that fucker. I push up with my hips not holding anything back. "Can I Just do you tonight?" she whispers into my lips. Mom said I would have to ask. She was wrong about something finally. Nodding and smiling my answer, I push her legs around thanking god justice is being done. Amber was never a tease. Her mouth finds mine and her hand searches for my belt. "I've never done this" as she starts on my zipper. She's got guts and is practical as she yanks on my waistband of the jeans which I am an expert at removing. Her hand is not timid, moving to me as I race my whities down. Her grasp is soft moving over it, introducing herself. Thank god for a little experience. I have friends that didn't last this long. I can't get enough of her. Neck, lips, breasts, all responsive to my desire. There's no way there's anything better out there. Her hand figures out it's task. Up and down seeking success. Scooting down a little in the seat my hips offer my cock help. Thrusting now into her hand as her right leg slides over mine and she moves into me, head on my chest knowing concentration is key and her initiation needs focus. I want so desperately to throw her ass on the truck seat and cum on her breasts. But I know this is her time more than mine. "Be nice" moms' words ring home. Feeling her right breast with my left hand and taking in her lower back with the other, my intensity picks up and the end is near. Passing the rubicon my hand leaves her breast and covers hers, giving assistance as my first shot lifts off. Up my chest to Amber. She doesn't flinch and stays on track, sliding her leg along mine showing her appreciation. I continue shooting with her help, not releasing her hand. As the end nears, friction disappears and my knowledge goes to work. My cum is squishing through our hands and shes cooperating. Raising her head and giggling "cool beans!" Amber says. A saying I hear thousands of times in the future. Raising up, Amber shows achievement on her face and cum on her right breast. That was so cool! When that hit me I felt like I had been shot!" "You were" I said as I recoup leaned back in the truck seat. Leaning over for her bottoms, practicality again was shown from her as she wiped the cum off her tit with her bottoms and offered them to me. She's a country girl. She was getting there. My friend kevin's going to question the hell out of me. He lives through me when it comes to girls. I cant' tell him everything can I? CHAPTER 2 Shit happened fast after initiation night. Our clothes came off before the dust settled on the truck all the next week. We couldn't get enough of each other. Handjobs are plentiful and are Amber's passion. She subverts her own needs for mine. Cum becomes a part of the family. Amber has nervously reached orgasm, squeezing it off two times now. She's getting there. Saturday night's coming and we've made plans. Her input was sought this time. 4th stall in the barn. I snuck out Saturday afternoon, swept it and placed in supplies. Amber sprints through her front door as I pull up. What a sight! Sliding over with a peck saying, " how's 21?" my jersey number. Ain't she cool. Heading to the barn around 9:00 we had three hours to use. As I laid out the blankets they fluttered down directly where mom once knelt. Placing a couple of hunting lights around the blankets makes it look pretty cool. As we make out I desperately want to take complete control but I planned better this time. As she sits astride me stroking my cock directly in front of her pussy, comfortable in the knowledge I'm not going to take advantage. I just take in her breasts and she chatters away. Definitely not like mom. Amber commenting "that feel good?", or "Your cock is so smooth" she has an endless array of comments and is quickly loving dirty talk. As we near completion I push her off and to her back and sit astride her as she squeals and regains control of my cock. "What are you doing you goofball?, she says as I point my cock at her tits and poke them a little. "It's your turn" as I smirk at her giving my meaning. Taking me in hand she resumes her pace for a while. My hands find a home, massaging her breasts as she jacks me. Eventually I settle my cock between her breasts and push them together. Amber laughs, "Oooh a titty fuck I've heard of these" as she gets into it. Holding her breasts for me as I use them for my personal playground. Moving quickly now because the night is young I reach my peak and raise slightly as her hand comes back into control and continues it's quest. My first cumshot hitting her chin as she raised her head and it runs down her collar bone followed by my second in the same spot. She turns her head and squeals. Three more smaller shots create the Colorado, in her grand canyon. My cock landing in the river and I love that feel. She looks at me in surprise at this as I push the boundaries smearing my cum on her tits. She pushes them together, laughing. "That feels so good! your crazy Jamie." I fall off her and rest as she continues to lay there knowing her times is coming. We talk a few minutes and eventually she raises up to get a towel. Grabbing her hand I say "leave it, I love looking at it on you. Is that ok?". Before she can answer as I fear rejection I lean in and kiss pushing the passion level. I reach up for her tit and caress it allowing my hand to come into contact with my cum showing her my kink. One thing I truly believe is all women want to be a slut for the right person. Mom proved it and now Amber is responding as I chip away at her virtue. Rolling over on her I crawl down with my head on her thigh taking in her pussy. "What are you doing?" she asks. Without answering I push her leg out and up slightly. She does not hesitate and moves her hands down to her legs setting up guard. Leaning in I take a long firm lick up the center of her and I learn a new trade. Afraid of her response I quickly continue my tonguing staying in the center and ending at the clit wanting to gain her confidence. She grabs my head and sighs, spreading her other leg allowing complete access. I have fell in love with the way her feet never stay on the floor or truck seat when she gives herself to me. Her legs in the air and with her knees even with her tits is a poster shot. I wish I had one on my bedroom wall. I know I'm succeeding as she works her hips. I realize I've seen this same movement on the court. Only now they're doing what they were made for. Raising up, She takes the time to quick wipe her chest. As I witness her flushed face and acceptance of me she pulls me down and I land on my hands and kiss her. "Ok?" is all I asked. Just a nod is all that is needed. Leaning in I allow my cock to go hunting. Pushing and searching for the path of least resistance. Lowering myself to her I kiss her as I hit home. I feel her hands on my lower back squeezing. Her sighs and breaths on my neck make me drunk. Pushing through brings guilty pleasure as her face contorts slightly. Success gives me an adrenaline rush. The first pull out equally fulfilling. I don't waste time as I pump her now, getting serious about it. She's accepting it realizing the worst is over and trying to hang on for my completion. I can't reach far enough as I fill her. Our lips smashing together. "You ok?" I ask as I kiss her. "oh yeah" Amber quickly cleans up nervous about the findings. CHAPTER 3 Amber and I found a new hobby. We screwed everyday it felt like. After a close call it finally dawned on us birth control might be a priority and I drove her to the health clinic. There had been no room for our friends and family as we learned each other that fall. We spent every possible moment together. My best friend Kevin was seriously pissed at me. Kevin will be the class valedictorian. We all knew that in kindergarten. He's a cool guy but fairly quiet. He's good looking but can't put himself in front of rejection. We've always hung out and shared just about everything. I knew what would get Kevin's forgiveness and was hanging out with him one Saturday enduring his usual questioning. "Tell me about Amber" "She's pretty cool" "No shit man" "Are you hittin it? Details, I need details!" I finally break as this wasn't the first time he wanted his fix. "Yes! I'm fucking her. All right! She does about anything I want. She's pretty cool" "Are you fucking her in the ass?" "Man that's not cool you went to kindergarten with Amber" "Is she blowing you?" "Your crazy Kevin." No she's not blowing me. Yet. Man her hands or so soft. She jacks me off whenever I want." "No way?" Shaking my head the affirmative, Kevin thinks I'm a god. The next week, school finds Kevin and I in our Study Hall playing paper football as usual. Being Seniors we get a lot more freedom. I have gone to the gym many times during this hour as Amber has cheerleading practice and I had to get my fix. "Hey Kev, lets head down to the gym and see Amber." Kevin loved to hang out with both of us. It was the closest thing he had to a girlfriend, and I didn't mind sharing her, we all got along. Stepping on the stage we could hang out at the weight room by the coaches offices and take in all the pussy. Amber always sees me and gives me that look. Waving Amber over as they've moved to stretching, she jumps to the stage and gives us her smile which Kevin and I melt under. She hangs out with us a bit and I whisper to Kevin to keep a look out. He doesn't get it at first but he will, he's a smart guy. I pulled Amber into the PE coaches office. He's on the field this hour. I can't get enough of her pushing her against the wall getting under her shirt. "You're crazy Jamie. We're gonna get caught." "Na, I told Kevin to keep a lookout. He will" Rubbing against her she can feel it straining at the chain. She's loving it giving me her moist tongue flexing her hips to allow my dry humping of her. I can't stand it and know we don't have much time. Taking her hand I jam it down my pants where she grabs it but gives me caution, "We cant' do this!" Yet she keeps stroking me with what little movement she can achieve. I put the strong arm on her hoping to convince her of my need. "Come on Amber, Please" I start unbuckling my belt and whip it out. Saying quickly as I see the concern in her eye; "The door's locked and Kevin is keeping a watch out. I promise." "Entering her mouth with my tongue , there's just nothing like tonguing with her. She's jacking me quick hoping to get it over with. Knowing what I want, I pull off her mouth and ask "would you suck me?" and start kissing her neck not wanting to make eye contact in fear of rejection. "Please" whispering in her ear as I pull on her arms guiding her down. Amber pulls back slightly forcing eye contact and weakly squeaks out "ok." I about came right then. Her voice full of fear yet still pushing the limit for me, was so intense. Amber sank to her knees and I quickly guided her head with my hands. Watching her mouth take me that first time, ranks up there. She bobs on it like a natural keeping her hand on the bottom pulling when she can. She's understanding of my comfort and free flows her juices. Grabbing her head for urging, I remember mom's incident and don't want to scare her. As I near my moment I limit my thrusts and pull out allowing my shots on her tongue and resist the urge to seek the bottom of her throat like mom let me. Amber let me finish using her hand to pull my residue out on her tongue. I kept my dick in her mouth and pushed in slightly, instinctively knowing she would have to swallow. Which she did. Reaching down I helped her up. She quickly sought my kiss wanting it and she got it. "Amber, your awesome" I say. She squeezes me in a hug as she's at a loss for words which is unusual. She's passed another checkpoint with me and we both know it. Backing out after she collected herself she smiles and says" you owe me, was it good?" "Oh yeah, are you cool with it? Wanna go again?" Hanging on me as I push her against the wall, I quickly jam my hand down her shorts and she squeals trying to push me away . I tease her sopping wet pussy. "I think you liked it, your pussy did anyway" as I teased it, and her. "OK OK it was pretty cool, I admit." Leaving the office, Kevin's standing there grinning ear to ear, "about time" as we head out. That afternoon the ride home was special. Amber asked "I just realized, Kevin was lookout today. Did you plan that? Di d you tell him?" "Well, I somewhat planned it, and he questioned the hell out of me about what we did" Her smirk's telling me to be careful. Trying to give the background to a good excuse I offer,"Kevin's always hounding me about what we do, he can't get enough " She slaps my leg " what have you told him!" "Pretty much everything." smiling at her. "Heck everybody can guess anyway. I didn't tell him you blew me though. I just told him you jacked me off." "Gee, thanks" she responds as she punches me in the gut hard. I think she meant it. "Are you cool with it, Kevin's my best friend. I bet you've told somebody haven't you?" "I told my mom" as she looks sideways at me. Slamming on the brakes, "you told your mom!" "What did you tell her?" "Pretty much everything, we had sex and I have jacked you off. We're pretty close, my dad's a truck driver and an asshole so it's just me and mom." "What'd she say?" Amber I had only been in my job as facilities manager of a major hospital in the Philadelphia area for a few months. Yes, it was demanding as it might sound. Truth be told, it wasn't the doctors who were the prima donnas, not most of them anyway. Rather, it was the office managers, otherwise known as the practice managers. See, even though the great majority of visitors don't necessarily pay attention, most hospitals have a variety of suites where the doctors either have their office or see individual patients. So, I was responsible to make sure they had their needs catered to. Equipment, air conditioning, lighting, and so on. Wherever possible, I steered clear of the practice managers because inevitably, whenever I stopped in to check on something, they found me three other things to do. And that leads me to Amber. She wasn't the bitchy prototype of practice manager. In fact, far from it. She was a sweet woman, transplanted from Georgia where she met her cardiologist husband in college. Georgia Tech, to be precise. Doctor Hubby worked in another hospital, and apparently he was among the best in the region. Maybe too devoted to his craft, as it turned out. Amber kept me busy, summoning me to her office on an almost daily basis for the most arcane, nebulous things. Things that anyone on my staff could have addressed. Yet Amber always insisted on having me personally attend to her requests. Oh, not that I minded. Nope, not by a long shot. Not only was Amber the antithesis of the normal practice manager whose personalities rivaled that of Cruella De Vil, she was also easy on the eyes, especially for a woman I estimated to be in her mid-to-late forties. Short, thick, honey blonde hair cut in a stylish bob. Big green eyes and thin pink lips that always glimmered with what looked like a fresh sheen of lip gloss, just waiting to be kissed. Tall, maybe a bit under six fee tall, or about an inch taller than myself. Best yet, although she dressed conservatively and was usually adorned in a white hospital smock, her amazing body was hard to hide. Endless legs. A tight, wide bubble butt that shook in tantalizing jiggles when I followed behind her like a adoring puppy. And the bonus was the set of fat, firm jugs on her that jutted out of the smocks like two extra large scoops of vanilla ice cream. There's just something about big tits on a tall girl, isn't there? Unfortunately, Amber also wore a diamond ring on her hand that was about the size of a golf ball, so I never imagined that anything would transpire. However, as the saying goes, ya just never know. It was on one of these trips to her office that the proverbial can of worms opened. I was now comfortable enough with Amber to engage her in the subtle flirting that we had initiated little by little over the past few weeks. I was futzing around with a counter drawer when Amber asked me to look at a light in their conference room. I gazed at her shapely ass sashaying beneath the scrub as she walked ahead of me. There's just something about a nice ass on a tall girl, isn't there? When we entered the room, she pointed to one recessed light in the ceiling. "There, that one. See how it has a slightly different hue than the others. Can you change out that one so that the look is more uniform?" she asked in her slow, polite drawl, turning on the latent Southern girl charm that just had to melt any Yankee boy. She could have asked me to build a townhouse and I would have complied. I shook my head in mock indignation. "Ya know, you're very high maintenance, has anyone ever told you that?" I asked. She looked back at me, smiling, happy to play along. I noticed that she had undone the front of her smock and her tits stood proud under a tight ribbed sweater. "Yes, I know, my husband used to tell me that all the time." "Used to?" I asked, climbing up on a chair so that I could unscrew the bulb. "What, have you suddenly become lower maintenance?" I looked down to see that Amber had walked closer to the chair, and that her head was now at my crotch level, no more than a foot away. And she wasn't looking up. No, she was looking straight ahead. Right where my tool belt would have been, if I had brought one, if you know what I mean. "Oh, no, I'm still high maintenance," she said, finally raising those big green eyes upward. "But we separated about two and half months ago. So I don't necessarily hear that anymore." Her eyes were twinkling now, mischievously. "Except from you." I unscrewed the bulb quickly and scurried off of the chair so that my, um, enthusiasm would not grow in this compromising position. It's not every day I get a six-foot-tall woman at eye-level with my cock "Oh, sorry, I didn't know," I stammered, now face-to-face with Amber, looking up at her by about two or three inches since she had on conservative heels. "I mean, your ring and everything. You still have it on." She sat down on the same chair I had just been standing on seconds ago. The result was that her face was once again parallel to my crotch. I didn't think this was a coincidence, but I wasn't getting my hopes, or anything else, up just yet. "Oh, this," she said, twirling the ring around her long finger. "I keep it on so that I can keep the gossip down in the office. Plus, it fends off any unwanted advances from the fellas." Her eyes traveled from my face down to my lap, and then back up again, slowly. I was grabbing the light bulb so hard now that I was afraid it would shatter in my palm. "Although, sometimes," she cooed seductively. "...a girl wouldn't mind advances from the right man. It's been awhile since I've been on a date. I might be rusty. But I won't know 'til I find out." Fortunately, I'm a man who can detect such cues. "I'm gonna have to get another bulb, and I'll be back in just a bit, Amber. And I think I can offer some tips for your situation, if you're interested." I held out my hand not holding the bulb in a death grip, and she placed her hand in mine and rose from the chair. "Oh, I'd be very interested in whatever you can offer me, John. See you in a little bit, then?" Her walk to the door this time had just a little additional shake since she knew it was a private show for me, away from the rest of the office staff. I returned about a half-hour later, somehow resisting the urge to duck into my private office restroom and alleviate my growing discomfort. Without a word, she rose from the front desk and escorted me to the conference room. Amber stood next to me again as I climbed up on the chair. "I always wondered if you facilities guys had a special method when it comes to screwing things. So, if you don't mind, I'll watch as you give me your tips. Can you multi-task?" she teased. This time, I leaned my pelvis out just slightly towards her under the auspices of reaching the light socket. Amber smiled up at me, not recoiling in the least. Her mouth was inches from my zipper. "Normally, Mrs. Bailey...," I began, feeling naughty enough to acknowledge that she was still technically a married woman. "...my screwing techniques are a professional trade secret and exhibited only in private quarters." I rocked my hips forward slowly as I inserted the light bulb. "But since you're separated now and might be rusty by your own admission, I might be coerced to demonstrate for you in a seminar, so to speak." Amber licked her lips, the lip gloss shining under the illumination of the new bulb, now properly and snugly inserted in the socket. "Yes, I'd like that. It's been quite a while for me. But I used to be quite good at screwing myself, so I'm certain I'd catch on quickly with the right tutor." "Just how long has it been since you last, uh, practiced?" I asked. "Over a year at least. My socket definitely needs filling." I still stood on the chair, pondering that, acting like I was adjusting the bulb, trying to stat composed with Amber's tongue sneaking out of the corner of her mouth. "Times have changed since you dated last, Mrs. Bailey. It's perfectly acceptable, and even encouraged, for the woman to ask out a man that she's attracted to. That's one tip I can give you." Amber didn't hesitate. "Then let's make an assumption that I'm attracted to you, shall we? Let's do lunch tomorrow. Let's drive in separate cars, so that no one knows. Meet you at Phil's Tavern at twelve-thirty?" "On one condition," I said, easing reluctantly down from the chair, aware of people walking in the hallway. "You have to wear your sexiest, sluttiest lingerie underneath your conservative clothes. Dress just for me. Deal?" "Deal," she replied, her face flush with the unmistakable glow of desire. "I like it when a man tells me how to dress. It's incredibly fucking sexy." It was a long twenty-four hours until lunch time tomorrow, interrupted by more than one spirited masturbation session. ************************************************ Amber had already secured a booth in the back of the tavern by the time I arrived. It was difficult to tell exactly how she was dressed in the dark corner, but I wasn't so much interested in what she had on for public view. "My first date in almost twenty years," she greeted me. "So I just felt the need to put on something extra special this morning." "I'm honored to be your date, Mrs. Bailey," I responded, still enjoying calling her by her married name. "So, let's ask some questions to get to know one another. Do we have another deal?" "We do. Ask away. I'm an open book." I noticed that she wasn't wearing anything out of the ordinary than her everyday office attire. A light blue cotton sweater and black linen slacks. I resisted the urge to interrogate her about her secret undergarments for the time being. I had another subject that needed to be explored. "Has it really been more than a year for you?" She exhaled deeply, a forlorn sigh. "Sadly, yes. We drifted farther and farther apart in the last few years, to the point that there was, well, nothing. Physically or emotionally." "May I comment at this point?" I asked, smiling. Amber looked at me, sexily tucking a loose strand of thick hair behind her left ear. "Of course." "He must be fucking crazy. My hands and mouth would never leave that incredible body." She half-groaned, half-grunted. "Ooooh, your mouth, too? You're an oral man? I hear there are so few of you left. Like an endangered species, heading towards extinction." "It's true, what can I say? A caveman, perhaps, but an orally fixated one." "Well, you won't have to say anything when your mouth is full, and I'm not talking about lunch. And, fortunately for you, I'm quite oral, too, so I suppose it's a good thing that opposites DON'T attract." Just then the waitress appeared with two menus and started reciting the specials. Amber politely waved her off. "We don't have a lot of time, and we're really here for the company. So, just two iced teas, if you don't mind. And don't worry, we tip well." The girl retreated, not sure whether to be annoyed at the lack of lunch patrons or pacified with the promise of a nice gratuity. It was well-played by Amber. Neither of us was here for a meal.This was foreplay. Amber shuffled in the booth so that our thighs were touching. The heat coming off of our bodies was palatable. "You damn Yankees still don't know how to make a proper sweet tea, but I'm not a caffeine person. So, this swill you call iced tea will just have to do. Now, it's my turn to ask a question." "Shoot." "Do you want to know what I did this morning when I woke up?" I wanted to learn this information as much as I wanted a puppy on my ninth birthday. "Uh, is that a trick question?" Amber gave me a Cheshire-cat grin, reclining into the seat back, which caused her breasts to push against the material of her sweater. "I knew I had a hot date today," she began slowly, her voice huskier that I had ever heard it. "So, I kinda celebrated by making this little recording." She slipped her hand into her purse and extracted her smart phone. She pushed a few buttons and handed me the device. "I'm gonna go to the ladies' room so you can enjoy in peace. Hit this here...," she pointed to a link on the screen, "... and enjoy. It lasts about six minutes. Be right back." I did as instructed and pushed the screen. A video appeared of Amber, wearing a short plush pink robe, tied loosely at the waist by a sash, leaning over her dresser. The camera was adjusted in a way so that I had a dual image of Amber, one from behind and the other showing her with a full frontal in her reflection in the mirror. It was quite imaginative, actually. I wondered how much time it took her to come up with this angle and how adept she was at being a cinematographer. She leaned over the dresser further so that her tits became visible in the mirror and the robe rode up enough so that her ass cheeks peeked from the bottom hemline. I was peering so intently at the screen that I barely noticed that two iced teas had been placed on the table. I wondered if the waitress had seen the video playing in my hand. I also wondered if she saw my other hand now placed over my lap, unconsciously stroking my hard-on through my suit pants. Amber rifled through the drawer, holding up several very provocative items, including a black bustier and garter set. She held it up to her body, on top of the robe, and slowly let the robe fall off of her shoulders, exposing her impossibly firm breasts. They defied gravity, so big, so full. Silver-dollar-sized, chestnut-colored areolas, topped by toffee-hued nipples, stiff as tiny marbles. She held the bustier under her boobs as the robe slunk further down her torso, so that only the sash kept the robe from cascading to the floor. She was naked from the waist up now, and brought the lace to her chest and cupped her left tit in her hands. She lowered her head, and amazingly, pulled her tits towards her mouth, and her tongue snaked out and began to lick circles over her areola. How I didn't come in my pants at that moment I'll never know, one of the greatest tests ever of my self-restraint. After laving her tits with saliva for a full five or ten seconds, she lifted her head and watched her image in the mirror. She slowly shook her head and placed the bustier set back into the drawer. She stroked her chin in contemplation with one hand, rustling through the drawer, scattering lace and silk items seemingly everywhere. Suddenly, she reached deep into the back of the drawer and extracted a Carolina blue bra and thong set, the color closely matching the sweater she had on today. She nodded, smiled, and turned her back to the dresser, so that she was now facing the lens, which seemed to be only a few feet away. She took another step towards the camera, which caused her to be farther away from the mirror, and with her right hand, she untied the sash. The robe fell to the carpet and she stood, completely naked, a freshly showered, glimmering, beautifully manicured pussy now in full view. Small wisps of light brown hair were cut in almost a directional landing strip, pointing right down to her slit on her mound. She kept walking closer and closer to the lens so that from this view now, the only part of her body visible was just below her belly button to the top of her thighs. Meanwhile, in the mirror, she kept getting father away, so that she was completely exposed from the back, showing two full buttocks, the same ones I had so admired during her many walks in front of me. Amber lifted one leg and eased the thong over her ankle and up her calf, and then repeated the motion on the other leg. She tugged on the thong until it went over her knees, and then she pulled it over her thighs and pulled it snugly into the folds of her snatch. Her labia were visibly dripping, thin pink lips protruding out of the side of the thong in the front, while a single strand of silky floss eased into the crack of her taut buttocks from behind. She ran her hands over her legs, pussy, and ass, adjusting the thong while caressing her skin. Apparently satisfied, she walked backwards from the lens and back closer to the mirror. She spent several seconds pulling on her nipples, and I made notice that she handled them firmly, roughly, while her head went back in pleasure. She slipped the bra straps over her sexy shoulder blades, placed the cups of her bra over each breast, and reached behind her to do the snaps on her back. Amber stood in front of the mirror with one hand leisurely tweaking her nipples through the bra, while the other dipped into the crease in her thong. She then bent over, her head actually dipping into the desk drawer, and pulled out a silver bullet vibrator with her mouth. She removed her hand from her tit and began to pump the vibrator into her mouth, sucking on it, licking it, giving it an enthusiastic pseudo-blowjob, when suddenly her body shuttered and heaved, her stomach muscles rippling, as she exploded into orgasm. Last thing I saw was her hand leaning over the camera lens, and the screen went dark. Show's over, folks, thank you for coming. With the impeccable timing of a seasoned actress, Amber walked through the tables back to our booth and grinned at what was no doubt the priceless expression on my face. She reached down, took back her smart phone, and dropped three things on the table. "The twenty dollar bill is for the waitress," Amber said. "Lunch is on me." I glanced down at the other two items. One was the light blue thong. I looked up at her. "It's still soaked. I just came again in the restroom. Enjoy it. I think I smell nice." The other was a business card for a restaurant in King of Prussia, and a phone number on the back. "I made a reservation for us Friday night at eight. Meet me there. I decided the bustier and garter were more appropriate for evening wear. So, now I won't have that pesky "what will I wear" decision to make. At least underneath." She continued, flipping the card over, "That's my cell number. You'll have to text me later today to tell me what you'd like me to wear over it. I'd like that." Amber looked over her shoulder at me as I watched her ass leave the restaurant, knowing it was no longer encased in a thong, which was now in my hand. "That would turn me on," were her parting words. I finished both iced teas. I was thirsty. ***** TO BE CONTINUED, IF YOU READERS LIKE THE CHARACTER OF AMBER... Amber My eyelids slowly opened. My vision was a little blurred. I tried lifting my hands up to wipe my eyes but they were bound behind the chair I was sitting in. It was cold and I was without clothes. As my vision enhanced I saw a woman walking into the room. Once this woman got within clear view, I recognized her. It was my girlfriend, Amber. I listened to her boots tapping on the floor as she walked my way. Amber had an amazing look to her. Dark colored hair with a purple tint wrapped around her head and I loved her piercing's. I've always loved a girl with her eyebrow, lip, and tongue pierced. Who doesn't love a girl with a tongue ring? My eyes focused on her face as she put a cigarette between her lips and lit up. Smoke blew through her nostrils. She inhaled, her cheeks caved in as I watched the smoke drift from her soft black lips. One hand held the cigarette while the other ran down her front side. Ambers fingers traced the black and red leather corset that covered her body. Our eyes met for a moment before hers shifted to my erection. "I see someone is excited," she said with a smile before taking another drag, then blowing a cloud of smoke into my face. "It's good to see that you are turned on by my actions." I shivered at the touch of her fingers lightly rubbing against my hard cock. A moan escaped as she squeezed my member as hard as she could. Bending down, her mouth wrapped around my whole shaft. Deep throating had always excited me. Her hand grabbed my nipples, I clenched my teeth. Laughing, she pushed the chair over. I laid bound to my seat, looking up at those devilish eyes. My eyes followed her as she positioned her vagina over my face. Confusion arose because she wasn't putting her privates down far enough for me to enjoy the smell or taste. Drop after drop turned to streams of urine. My mind was blown as she pissed on my face. The urine ran down my neck and on my chest, dripping down my sides. It was unexpected but I found myself very excited by this. No time was wasted, as she sat on my face. I did the best I could to tongue at her clit. Changing my speed and motions but it was difficult when I was tied down and couldn't use my hands or fingers. She became frustrated, got up and left the room. It didn't take long for her return. "I want you to hold this dildo in your mouth. Hold it still and don't you dare drop it. I WILL get off" My mouth opened with stupid words, "What if I can't…" She put her boot along my neck, not hard enough to cut off my air supply but hard enough to make it difficult to receive air. "There is no question on whether you will or will not hold it successfully. You are my bitch and you do what the fuck I say" Giving in I took the dildo in my mouth and clamped my teeth down onto the rubber base. Amber slowly slid down onto the dildo. I held as hard as I could as she started to ride the dick. I no longer knew whether I was turned on or not, I was too worried of dropping what I was to hold. Her pussy glistened as she grew wetter. I knew it wouldn't be long. The pace just seem to quicken more as the minutes past. My eyes could only stare at the cock penetrating her tight wet hole. I couldn't help but wish it were me penetrating her hot wet hole. Screaming out in pleasure I felt a drop or two of cum hit my face, right next to my mouth. Cum ran slowly down the dildo. She stood up and allowed me to lick her ejaculate from the dick. Freeing my hands her mouth formed a smile, "Feel free to use one of my porn films to get off. I think I am going to go to bed. Sweet wet dreams hun." Amber Amber is beautiful, a very sensuous and sexy woman. She stands 5 ft 5 inches, dark red hair with a sultry, voluptuous body. Her smile is transfixing, from plump sensual lips and green smoky eyes. She is blessed with large breasts, prominent permanently stiff nipples, a small waist and a beautifully shaped ass. Men notice her immediately. Her voice is contralto, vibrant and intoxicating. Bill met her on the tennis courts in the heat of the Arizona summer. The instant he saw her he was smitten. His jaw dropped open and his breathing stopped. He felt an incredible smoothness flow over and through him...he wanted to know this woman. It seemed apparent she wanted to know him also...there were subtle glances...heat sent through her eyes...enticing words said. He asked her to join his tennis club. She did! All of a sudden...they kissed...and sparks flew, setting fire to their senses. Bill was stunned by her sheer sensuality. She looked at him and a most incredible thing happened...like a door opening...He felt her relax and an incredible energy shone from her eyes and her body. It was entrancing; looking at her bare, raw persona...He entered the space she opened to him. They kissed deeply, waves of pleasure from the sensual connection flowing through their bodies. She cast a look at him that was one of eager passion and breathless thrill. Her unspoken message was clear: "I'm yours... You can have me...I want you to... I dare you to." He caught her between her legs, bringing his other hand up to caress her back. Only inches between their eyes, they gazed into each other, searching, looking into their souls. His fingers moved the silken sweet lips of her labia, touching, slowly and easily with a delicately penetrating passion. She drew in a reflexive breath when his finger slid within her, her gaze locked into his. The moist heat of her breath stroked his face. Alone, they wanted each other. Her legs spread wide; she thrust her hips forward onto his hand in wanton desire and submission. Her innermost emotions seemed to leap from her body. The sense of her spread to his brain through some natural, decadent magic. The emotional, ethereal essence of her pure feminine passion was exposed and laid bare. Never had either of them felt anything like this lust that suffused them. His achingly deliberate passage over her most sensitive spot caused her to cry out involuntarily and shiver as the pleasure of his touch jolted the length of her body. Standing back slightly, he brought his other hand down from behind her neck and placed them together at the apex between her legs. He rubbed lightly; caressing her labia, then hooked his fingers in her waistband of her panties, sliding them down her trembling legs. Then he brought both hands up, tracing up past her navel, his hands drawing apart, turning them and grasping her top, lifting it over her head. He held her arms above her head and caressed her, lingering gently on her bra-covered breasts. He flipped the bra straps from her shoulders and pulled the garment down to her waist. He slid the clasp around to her front and unhooked it, never taking his gaze from her. Gently caressing her rounded breasts, he sucked and nibbled her stiff nipples, causing her to moan in pleasure. She put her hands behind his neck, pulled herself to him, pressing her nipples to his face, wrapping her legs around his body. A laugh of release spilled from her, cascading about the room. He pulled her legs from around him and stepped back. He was breathing heavily, and the look of passion was full on his face. The spell of love was upon them both. Even as he released his belt and allowed his clothing to fall to the floor she arched her hips out, like a moth drawn to a light. The fire of her arousal radiated the power of her uncontrollable desire, shining like the light of the sun. It was there, the true nature of her passion, exposed for him to see. He was steel. Hard and pulsing, he put his hands on her hips and lifted her up, spreading her wide. Sliding his hands under her thighs, he brought himself closer. With his breath on her neck and her lips on his face he penetrated her, pressing himself to her until he was deeply within. A gasp escaped from her and she moaned her pleasure. In response, she pressed herself back firmly against him. Their excitement grew by leaps and bounds as the rhythm began to consume them. A new and even more powerful trance had fallen on them; there was no world, no heavens, and no reality other than the display of unbridled passion taking place this moment. As they joined together, her awareness was of the power of the peak of his hardness within her and the delicious flow of pleasure into her brain as her clitoris pressed against his shaft. With him, it was the ferocity of how she thrust back at him, her wetness clasping him within her. For them both, all the elements of every sense and sensation fell together, crashing and toppling them in a release from which there could be no quarter taken, asked, nor given. His deep cry shook the room even as she screamed out matching his abandon. The swell of her naked passion, fueled by his release, passed through them in turn, and each felt it, locked together and they were one. He drew back slightly; his hands again on her hips and plunged back in, riding her high up to brace with her legs. For an eternity, or perhaps just a single moment shared only by them, he held himself all the way up in her, still and deep, and she clasped him to her. A melding took place, a taste of the pressures of the depths of intimacy between the masculinity of penetration and the feminine passion of submission to it. In this moment, an orgasm, theirs, radiated between each of them, the sweet release of love. Quaking, he withdrew his pulsing cock slowly from her inch by shuddering inch. She collapsed, the breath suddenly escaping from her lungs. Were it not for him holding her up she would have slid to the floor, crumpled at his feet. He swayed side to side himself. From somewhere, he had to reach deep to take hold of himself; such was the nature of the sensations he felt from her body. In a final reflex of orgasm, a stream of semen burst from him, splashing her from her breasts to her face. Then his knees broke, causing both of them to drop to the floor and he supported them both momentarily with one hand. Where such a powerful final reaction could have come from was more than he could dare to guess. Amber Auto Tech class again. The longest, most boring class of the day. Though, there was one thing that always made the class better - Amber. She was about 5'5 with short, dark red hair which was brown before she dyed it, a perfectly shaped body of no more than 115 pounds, and beautiful C-cup tits. We had been fooling around together for about a month, and occasionally talked about having sex, though we were yet to try it. She was a virgin, still somewhat nervous of the idea. We were both 18, seniors, and neither of us ever did any work in the class, and fulfilling the daily routine, I went into a corner of the work area where she was already waiting for me. "Miss me?" I asked as I approached her. I put my arms around her, and gave her a sensual kiss on the lips. I sat down in a chair, and she replied, "you wish," as she sat down on my lap, smiling with her arms around my neck. "I'm bored, let's fuck," she said, teasing me with a grin on her face. "Well then let's go," I answered. "Yeah, too bad we're in school, or else this could be your lucky day." "We can always go to my house," I said, remembering that my parents were both at work. I began kissing her neck, since I knew that this was a sure way to turn her on. "Fine, just stop doing that to me during class! Even if we don't do much, we can at least make out," she told me. With that, we both snuck out to the parking lot, got in my car, and took the five minute trip back to my house. Once inside my house, she automatically headed to my bedroom, while I went to the kitchen to get us a Coke. I went to my bedroom to find her leaning back on my bed with her legs spread invitingly. I put the Coke on my desk and quickly joined her on the bed. I got inbetween her legs, and put my lips to hers, moving my tongue into her mouth as she laid back with me on top of her. I took my tongue from her mouth, and started kissing her neck, making my way down to her chest and cleavage which was showing perfectly through her white tanktop. She started giggling, with some light moaning mixed in. I put my hand under her tanktop, and creeped it from her flat stomach up to her breasts, still held back by her bra. As my hand finally reached her right breast, she pulled her tanktop up over her head. We both sat up, me still on top of her. I put my hands behind her back and unsnapped her bra, pulling it off. Her luscious tits bounced forward as the bra came off, and Amber smiled as she saw my eyes take in the sight as they do each time she's topless. I lifted her up so she was on my lap, and put my mouth around her left nipple, sucking on it, carressing it with my tongue. She started breathing a little quicker than usual, and I moved my actions over to her right nipple. I could only imagine what I was in for as she closed her eyes slowly with a pleasant look on her face. I laid her down on her back and traced my tongue down to her belly button, and then to her waist. I unsnapped the button on her tight denim pants and pulled the zipper down. As I did, I saw her skimpy black thong. With her help, I slid her pants all the way down her legs until they were off, and I threw them into the hallway. She was now nearly nude, wearing nothing but her thong. The view was stunning, and as she parted her legs slightly, I took the invitation and moved my head down between her legs which quickly spread further apart. The string of her thong was already damp, a clear indication of how she'd been feeling. I lifted the string and pushed it to the left of her moist lips. I put my head inbetween her thighs, and ran my tongue down the length of her pink slit. She let out a brief, sudden moan as my tongue contacted her lips. I moved my mouth over her clit, and began flicking my tongue across it lightly. Amber pushed her back up on her elbows as she started moaning much more heavily. Her chest was heaving, and her breaths were very quick and light. I slowly moved my tongue down a little to her hole, spread her lips with my tongue, and pushed it into her waiting pussy. She emitted a loud moan, and put her left hand on the back of my head, forcing my entire face into her pussy. I could feel her pussy starting to contract around my tongue and knew that she was going to have her first orgasm soon. I pulled my head completely away from her body, and she looked at me with a half angry, half disappointed face. I grabbed a condom which was already sitting on my nightstand, and showed it to her. She simply said, "oh fuck yeah." I took off my shirt, and as I began unbuttoning my pants, she got off the bed, and slid the thong down her legs. By the time it reached the floor, I was already completely naked, not to mention hard. I saw a grin form on her face as she saw my 7" dick pointing forward, ready to give anything she could take. I started to let her down onto the bed, but she soon pushed me onto the bed on my back, and mounted herself on me, sitting just above my waiting cock. "We're doing this my way," she said. I of course had no problem with that. I just put on the condom, nodded my head, and with that she lifted herself up, grabbed my cock to position it, and slowly lowered herself onto me. "Ohh shit," she moaned as the head of my dick broke through her virgin cunt. She winced a little as her cherry was broken, but kept going. After about thirty seconds her pussy finally reached the base of my cock. Her upper body fell forward onto mine and we began kissing as she sat still, impaled on my cock. I put both of my hands under her ass, and slowly lifted her up about an inch, then let her come back down. After this, she began lifting herself up a couple inches at a time, then coming back down on me. After a few small humps, I lifted her ass all the way up until my dick was no longer inside her. I then dropped her right back down on it, and she yelled into my mouth over the intense new feeling. She sat upright on me, and began bouncing up and down, slowly at first. She soon began coming all the way up my cock, then all the way back down very quickly. She was fucking me full-force, moaning long and loud with every thrust of her hips. I was enjoying the most intense pleasure of my life, holding onto her breasts with one in each hand as she bounced sensually on my cock. Deciding I'd like to deal some of the damage here, I lifted her all the way off my cock and whispered, "doggystyle," into her ear. She nodded, smiling, and turned herself around onto her hands and knees. With her ass pointing perfectly into the air, I got on my knees behind her and lined my dick up with her hole. I ran it up and down the length of her lips, and slowly forced myself into her. She resumed her moaning as I inched inward until I was all the way in. I began fucking her with sharp, fast thrusts that quickly did the job. Her moaning turned to yells and screams of pleasure as I let loose on her, my body constantly banging against hers. "Jesus...Christ!" she yelled, and I felt her pussy squeezing hard on my cock, almost milking it. She buried her face into the pillow and began moaning and yelling into it. I couldn't take it anymore. The pressure her pussy was putting on my cock was too much, and I was banging her faster than I'd ever dreamt before. I slammed into her one last time, feeling my cum shoot into the condom. We collapsed at the same time into a sweating pile. As we separated, we headed to the bathroom to shower before returning to school. I could only imagine what our next experience would involve. Amber It was Friday, I had been waiting for today for quite some time now. I was working so hard at my job that I needed a day off. My friends invited me to the local bar that night. The first thing I did was go and get a drink. I sat down and ordered a scotch. While the bartender prepared the drink I heard a woman's voice. "Hi, I haven't seen you around lately." I focused on the bartender waiting for my drink. I turned my head to reply to her; that's when I truly saw her. She was drop-dead gorgeous. Long brown hair covered her stunning face. I looked down to see a black dress covering her voluptuous body. She smiled as she caught me staring at her breasts. Her cleavage was obviously her best aspect. It took every muscle in my body to look back up to her face. "Oh yeah, I'm just here with my friends." I muttered. "Why are you alone at the bar?" My throat was too dry to respond. I merely coughed out. I couldn't believe this woman was talking to me. Usually I just sat quietly on a barstool drinking my scotch. I never have the courage to talk to such a beautiful woman. The bartender handed me my drink as three of my friends came up to me. They got drunk fast and it was showing well. They talked to me for awhile as I tried to shorten our conversation as much as possible. I wanted to go back to talking to this woman. She seemed to read my mind as she said "Meet me in the back, if you want some privacy." My friend was still babbling in my ear. I put my drink in his hand to shut him up and walked towards the back. I looked around the room until I heard her voice again. "Hey there sexy, I'm over here." I turned around; she was sitting on a couch looking relaxed. I walked over and sat next to her. She smiled at me making my throat dry. I had never talked to a woman like this before. I was even more surprised that she was talking to me. She put her hand on my leg as I put my arm around her. We talked for awhile about ourselves introducing ourselves formally. "So what do you do for a living Steve?" "Well, Amber, I work for an insurance company." "What kind of insurance?" She asked, moving her hand up my leg. "C-car insurance." I said choking on my words. She moaned slightly letting her hand move closer and closer to my crotch. I was hard a long time ago and she knew it. The more erect my cock became, the more flirtatious she was. She let her body bend down so I could get a better shot of her breasts. I caught myself staring at them again and I looked at her face to see a giggle come out of her. I smiled shyly. She inched closer to me letting her hand go right over my crotch. Her breasts pressed against my right arm making my cock become rock-hard as her hand gripped my crotch slowly and released. I felt a drop of Pre-cum stain my boxers. She smiled at me and moved my hand on her hip and then kissed me again. I raised my hand closer and closer to her breasts. My hand began fondling them. I've always been a breast man but I have never fondled such big breasts before and my cock was definitely showing signs of it. She put her hand on mine. I was worried, I thought I may have gone too far with her. She took my hand and squeezed, letting me feel just how firm they really were. Now both my hands were fondling her and I nearly lost control of myself. She moaned to me and whispered warm air into my ear. "Maybe we should find a place to continue this." She asked My throat was too dry to respond; I merely nodded and rose off of the couch. We walked together to my car as I spotted my friends partying at the other end of the bar. The car ride itself left us silent. I finally decided to speak up. "Do you want to go to my place or yours?" "I was thinking...more of a hotel. I spotted one up ahead and pulled into the driveway. We walked in to the front desk and requested a room from the person behind the glass. As the woman retrieved the keys and information, Amber began massaging my cock that was still as hard as it was from the bar. As we got our keys, Amber smiled and we walked to our room. The hotel room itself was what I had suspected. Two double-beds, a TV and a bathroom. Amber walked in first and sat down on the bed letting her long sexy legs drape over the side of the bed playfully. I sat down next to her, loosening my tie and letting it drop to the ground as well as taking my shoes off. She resumed massaging my cock again, bringing me to the edge of explosion. She unbuttoned my pants leaving my tented-boxers exposed. She giggled again at the bulge in my pants hesitating to touch it. "Lay down, get comfortable." I did as she asked, letting my head hit the pillow. She bent over me and crawled towards my head letting her breasts jiggle back and forth. She sat on top of my legs and began unbuttoning my shirt. She slid it over my head. She kissed me again and slid my pants down leaving me in just my boxers and socks. "Stay there" she said. I couldn't believe what was happening. I've never been very successful with women. Although I'd consider myself attractive, I never have the courage to approach a woman. Now this bombshell was going farther with me in one night than I've gone in an entire week with a girl. She came back with her purse and crawled over me leaving her breasts inches from my face. She sat up on my chest letting me just barely see her crotch. She smiled and took my right hand into hers. She took her purse and pulled out a handcuff. That made me regain my senses. "Wait...what are you doing?" She didn't stop as she responded to me, locking the cuff around my wrist. "Don't worry Steve, it'll be fun." "I...I don't know." I said weakly. She smile at me and locked me to the bed post. "Well, if you don't like it I suppose I can just let you go home and you can have another romantic night with your hand." Then she began with my other arm. The prospect of me jacking off another night didn't hold a candle to the woman above me. Her breasts pressed against my face again as she locked my left hand to the bed post with another handcuff. She took two more handcuffs and began on my feet, cuffing each one to the post at the bottom of the bed. As the last cuff clicked her face changed dramatically. No longer did she have that sensual look on her face, instead she had a look of guile. She kneeled down between my spread legs and lowered my boxers. My stiff cock lay on my chest in a pool of pre-cum. "oooh, big boy" she said as she looked at my 8 inches. She took it in her hand and played with it, stroking it up and down. She took it so it stood straight up and rubbed it fast at first, and then slower as I got closer to cumming. She smiled at me letting her hand stop at the very top of my cock which had a drop of precum forming on it. One more stroke and I would have gone over the edge. She let it go on my chest letting it splash in the pool of precum already there. I groaned out loud which was received with a laugh from Amber. She let me calm down a little bit and took it back into her hand. She worked slowly massaging it up and down slowly. Her hand was only working below the head. She worked on me for what felt like hours but I knew it was only a few minutes until I was right at the edge. She held my cock still pointing straight upwards. She took her other hand and massaged my balls making precum spill out of my already-purple head. "Ugh...please Amber...let me cum." She only laughed at my predicament and continued massaging my member. I couldn't take it anymore. I started humping her hand as much as I could. All I needed was a little bit of friction and I would explode. She let my cock go and fall onto my precummed stomach. I was left there still humping the air. "No, no, no, Steve. If you're gonna do that I'm just gonna leave." "I'm sorry, I just need to cum really bad" She giggled "When was the last time?" "What do you mean?" I asked weakly. "Oh comeon, the last time you jacked off?" "I don't really remember." I replied, trying to change the subject. She stroked my cock with one finger, giving me enough friction to leave me on the edge. It was torture, I couldn't take it anymore. "About three days." I muttered. She stopped stroking me. "What was that Steve?" "Three days." I said a little bit louder. She moaned to herself just enough so I could hear her. "I guess you do really need to cum, I was wondering why your balls were blue already." I looked down to my crotch and saw that she was indeed correct. Not cumming for 3 days and then being completely erect for several hours was taking its toll on me. She held my balls in her hand and said "Wow! These are really heavy. I've bet you've got a huge load built up in here." I only moaned out. She took her nails and raked them up and down my shaft focusing especially purple head. "Oh Amber. Pleeeeeassse!" She didn't respond. She looked at my eyes leaving my cock alone. She crawled over to me leaving her huge breasts pressed against my face. She leaned over to my ear and whispered softly "You know when I said this would be fun? Well I didn't mean it was going to be fun for you." She said with a giggle. At that I struggled and squirmed against the handcuffs leaving Amber to laugh uncontrollably at me. She slid herself back to my cock. She played with my cock a bit longer until I burst out "Amber, you...you can't do this to me. I HAVE to cum." She massaged me even slower and said "Welllll, your balls are really blue. Do you really want to cum?" "Oh, god yes!" I begged desperately. With that she took the base of my cock in her hand and lowered her face over it. She took my cock into her mouth and held it there. It felt like an eternity that she was just sitting there. I tried pushing my cock up and down. She took my cock out of her mouth and let it plop down. "Noooooooo!" I yelled out. She smiled at me and said "If you can't stay still, I'm not going to let you cum at all. Plus, I think a blowjob is a little too much for you anyway." "No please. I'll be still, please just suck me off!" "Awww, poor thing. Your balls must ache SO much." She held them in her hands and bobbed them up and down as if weighing them. "I think they got a little bit heavier, no doubt a lot fuller." "I promise I'll be still, just let me cum." I pleaded. "You promise you'll stay still?" "Yes, please just suck me." With that she lowered her head over my cock taking in all 8 inches. She slid my cock in and out of her mouth slow enough to keep me on the edge. My balls felt as if they were going to explode! She took her mouth off of my cock and licked all the way up the shaft, lubricating it. Her hand grasped the shaft and rubbed my cock up and down. By now, ropes of precum shot out of my cock and onto my stomach. I cried out to her to let me cum but she just smiled. "Remember Steve, if you move, I'm going to stop." "I promise I won't, just let me cuuuumm." She rubbed my cock faster now. I could feel the cum building up inside me. She was just going to give me that last satisfying stroke when she suddenly stopped, holding my cock straight up. I groaned out loudly begging her for release. "Steve, if I let you cum, how will I know that I'm going to get an orgasm?" "I promise, I'll do anything to get relief...anything." "How do I know you're not one of those selfish guys who cums without considering what I want." "I'm not, I promise I'll give you an orgasm...as many as you want!" She crawled over to me and sat on my chest, she was rubbing her clit through her dress. "Lick me Steve, give me an orgasm." I licked her clit hesitantly making her moan. She was obviously horny from what she was doing to me. Her nipples were pushing out her dress. I licked her to an orgasm and looked past her huge breasts to her face. "Mmmmm, you did that so well Steve. Give me another. Remember, you said as many as I wanted." I licked her again to another orgasm and then another. "Oh my God Steve, that feels so good. I just love orgasms...don't you?" She laughed at me as I moaned out to her. "You know, Steve, you've been really good to give me all those orgasms. I think a reward is in order." Yes! I thought to myself. My balls were going to burst if I went too much longer. She removed each strap from her shoulder revealing an unbelievable black bra showing even more cleavage than her dress letting precum flow freely from my cock. She bent over to give me a direct view of her breasts and unclipped her bra. The bra slid off her mounds as she put it over my eyes blocking my vision. "Oh please, let me see them." "You don't want to cum anymore? See, I knew if I left your cock alone for awhile, you'd feel a lot better." "No, let me cum, that's what I meant please!" "Well, which is it. Would you rather see my breasts, or get relief." "Give me relief! I need it!" "Oh my God! You would rather cum than see my breasts! Before when you were fondling them, I thought you thought they were beautiful, but I guess you just wanted to cum." "No that's not what I-" "I hate guys like you; all you want to do is shoot your load!" "No please, I want to see your breasts. They're the best I've ever seen." She looked sympathetic and said "Well, ok if you really mean it. She took the bra off of my face and let it drop to the floor. Her breasts were amazing. Her nipples were perfectly shaped to fit her incredible breasts. She pushed them in my face and batted them back and forth. Even more precum spilled out of my cock. She grabbed a key from her purse and began to unlock one of my cuffs. "If I unlock you, do you promise not to touch yourself?" I nodded. She unlocked it and took my hand to one of her breasts. They felt even better than before. Her soft globes rolled in my hands. "How do you like them?" She asked. "I love them, they're so soft. Just please..." "Yeah, Steve?" "Could I please cum, my balls ache so much." She looked over her shoulder at my throbbing cock. "Well...they do look really bad. Do they feel really bad?" "Yes, so much." She locked me and slid back down to my legs and held my throbbing member in her hand. She rubbed me slowly until a huge load of precum shot up in the air and back down again. "Ooh! That was a big one. You must really need to shoot your load." She said with a grin. She rubbed again and another bigger load shot out. "Wow! That one was even bigger. Wanna see if we can make an even bigger one come out?" In my head I screamed at her to let me cum. I didn't want to compromise the situation though. It was best to keep her happy. "Yeah, sure Amber, see if you can make a bigger one come out...It'll be fun." She giggled happily and rubbed even slower. After a short while an even larger load shot out to my chest inciting a stream of laughter from Amber. "This is so much fun Steve but you really need to cum don't you?" I exhaled sharply. Oh yes I needed to cum! I said to myself but I just nodded. "Ok, get ready. It's gonna feel...incredible." I laid back and relaxed. She rubbed my cock faster and faster until I was gonna explode. I felt my cock contract and shoot out the first load of cum on my chest and then it stopped. Amber was giggling uncontrollably, she had pulled my balls down at just the right moment to stop me from cumming. She finally let go of my balls as they bounced back into the sack. A small bit of cum oozed out of the head. "Why! Why did you do that!?" She finally stopped laughing and she said "If I let you cum, then I couldn't have anymore fun with you." "No Amber, come on. I really need relief. I don't think I can take it anymore." "Your balls are so dark, they're like, purple now!" She took my sack in her hand. "So heavy too..." "I'll do anything...anything to cum." "Aww, you sound so sad. Don't worry though, I'll be back for you." She said as she got up. "What do you mean back!?" "I'm tired. I'm going to go home for the night and I'll be back in the morning. Please try to get some sleep Steve." Amber Chapter Two- "Try to get some sleep" she said to me as she left. You can imagine how much sleep I really got in the state I was in. At some point I must have drifted off, daylight had woken me up. I looked down at my cock again. My balls were still a dark shade of blue and my cock was lying in a pool of my own precum. I couldn't believe what I had gotten myself into. All I wanted to do was relax from a tough week at work and now I just wanted some relief! I couldn't believe she had left me here overnight. I wasn't even sure how I was going to get out of this mess. That's when I heard the door being unlocked. Amber must have come back. Maybe if I play it cool, she might have sympathy on me. The door handle jiggled and I heard footsteps coming into the room. As the door shut I was expecting Amber to walk in but instead it was much worse. It was a hotel employee. She walked in and screamed when she saw me. Neither of us was expecting the other. "What happened to you!?" She exclaimed. At this state of hardness all I could think of was sex and this woman wasn't making it easy to be serious at all. Her outfit looked several sizes too small. Her skirt was well above her knees and her blouse had buttons on it but only a few of them were buttoned. I was convinced that with the size of her bust, there was no way she could button that shirt all the way. It took me a few seconds to stop staring at her but I managed to respond. "Please help me, I met this girl at a bar and she tied me down like this." Amber had left the keys to the handcuffs on the table in between the two beds last night to taunt me. My hand just barely missed them as I struggled against the restraints. The maid went to go for the keys when she stopped, spotting the pool of precum and the color of my balls. She had a look of question on her face. "She was teasing me" I began "She wouldn't let me cum." The maid bit her lip mischievously and sat on top of the bed. As she did, her breasts jiggled a little bit letting my cock cough out another load of precum. "How long has it been?" "Oh please, just unlock me" "Don't be so difficult. It's just a simple question. How long has it been, you know, since you last had an orgasm." "I...I don't know, can you please just give me the keys." "Look, if you're going to be difficult, maybe I won't help you at all." I wanted to scream at her to give me the keys. My balls were going to burst and I needed relief now! "I...I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude. It has been four days. She bent over and grabbed my balls, massaging them. That sensation, along with the incredible view of her cleavage made my cock shoot out two consecutive loads. "Mmmmm, it sure feels like you've been denied for a lonnnnnng time." She emphasized the word long by rubbing her hand up the shaft, which further added to the already large pool under the head. "Please, just unlock me" I pleaded. She walked over to the side table and picked up the key and went back to kneeling over my crotch. She took the steel key and raked it slowly over my shaft. "Do you really want me to unlock you?" "Oh God yes!" Please!" "How bad?" She said still running the key back and forth. "Ugh! More than anything in the world." "Awww, you sound like you really need to cum and by the size and weight of your sack I bet you're just ready to burst." I moaned out. "The thing is, I really want to unlock you and let you explode..." With that she put the key on the table and continued "but you were staring at my breasts way too much." She finished with a devilish smile. "Nooo, please I'll do anything...anything! Just unlock me." Amber "See the thing is...I could either have you do anything I want and let you cum. Or..." She said as she grabbed my balls and squeezed, giving me minor pain. "I can have you do anything I want anyway and leave you here without an orgasm." She said with a pouty look. I merely groaned. "I've always wondered what it would be like to have a personal slave. And I'm sure you'd just love to be my slave right?" She said, squeezing my balls looking for an answer. "Ah, yes...yes I'd love to be your slave. Just please...don't hurt me." "Awwww, I bet with your balls all blue like this they're extra, extra sensitive." She took her hand back and smacked me HARD leaving me to scream in pain. "WOW, they are sensitive. I barely touched them!" She laid a softer smack to my aching balls. "Just imagine what it's gonna feel like when I really hit them!" I begged for her to stop but it seemed to make her even hornier and more sadistic. She loved seeing me in pain and screaming out as she dealt more and more blows to my balls. The final one she gave was from the back of her hand, letting the knuckles make contact. I tried to scream out but no sound made it out of my mouth. Tears ran down my face as I pleaded for her to stop. Every muscle in my body struggled against the restraints. "Oooooh, looks like that one hurt." She was rubbing herself through her panties and had obviously had several orgasms. "I'm not all mean though. Here I'll make it feel a lot better." She unbuttoned three more of the buttons on her shirt leaving only two left. She wasn't wearing a bra and I could just barely see the edges of her nipples. Her giant tits looked like they were going to burst from her shirt at any moment. "Wow, you really like staring at my breasts don't you...what was you're name again?" I coughed out "Steve" "Ok then Steve. If you like my breasts so much I have a little game we can play." I moaned out in frustration. "You like games, don't you?" "Yes, I love them..." "Call me Mistress." "I love games Mistress." "Oh goodie! I love playing games, especially with horny boys." She said with a smile. "Ooh, we can't start you off like this" She said looking down at my now-stiff cock. "Ok Steve, make it soft again." She said playfully, knowing full well that I couldn't. "I...I can't." I said weakly. "Look Steve I'm serious, make it soft or I'm going to do it for you!" She said in a forceful tone. I moaned out in frustration. "Why do boys have to be so difficult?" She said with a sigh of false reluctance and then grabbed my balls. She gave them a hard squeeze. I begged her to stop again and again but she just ignored my pleas and squeezed harder until finally the swelling went down. "Now Steve, was that so hard?" I shook my head now with tears in my eyes. "Good, now let me explain the rules of the game. I'm going to try to make you as hard as I can for 30 seconds. If you are rock hard at the end of 30 seconds I get to do whatever I want to you for a full minute. But if you can stay soft the whole time, then you can do whatever you want with me...well," She rolled her eyes giggling "as long as you don't cum." She went to start her watch. "Oh and because I'm so nice, I'm going to add an extra rule. I can't touch your cock at all unless you close or avert your eyes away from me. Doesn't that sound like fun to you? I tried to make it as fair as I could." "Yeah." I said hesitantly. "You don't sound very enthused." With my dry throat I did my best job to yell out "Yeah it sounds fun, Mistress." "Great! Let's beg-ohhhh." She began as she noticed my rock-hard cock. "Now this is your first time so I won't penalize you for that. I wouldn't want you to lose right off the bat!" I got out the 'Th' in thanks just as she grabbed my balls. It took even longer than last time to get my cock down. "Ok, I'll start the watch. I'm putting it on the timer." My cock was already starting to grow back, this was going to be impossible. Just as the beep of the watch started she got right to work. She slid right up to my face and shoved her cleavage in my eyes. "Don't look away Steve. I don't care who you are but you're not going to resist me touching your cock!" She rubbed her tits against my cheeks and then popped her tits out all the way for me to see. They were incredible. In my delusional state all I could do was faun over them bouncing in front of my face. My cock shot out load after load of precum. My balls ached more than they had all of last night. My vision blurred from the ecstasy and apparently the timer had gone off because she stopped. "Wow 30 seconds already. That went by fast. Ok let's see how you did." She said excitedly. She made a show of putting her breasts back into her blouse and buttoning up the 5 buttons. She was prolonging the judgment. As she buttoned up the last of the 5 buttons she said "All right, let's see how well you did." She sounded hopeful. She looked back and gasped "You're...you're so...hard. I moaned out. She began giggling uncontrollably. "Haha, look at it twitch." She got off of my chest and back between my legs to get a closer view letting me finally see the results. My cock looked in awful shape. Her gasp didn't even begin to describe the look of my beat-red cock. It was indeed twitching uncontrollably. Precum was running down between my thighs and onto the bed cover. My balls were a terrible shade of dark purple, almost black. The maid's smile was stretched across her face as she was transfixed on my aching cock. She giggled over and over. She took her hand near my cock which just made it ache even more. Her finger poked the shaft for less than a second sending it into spasms. She burst out laughing as my face turned red from the embarrassment. She took her finger and put it at the base of my cock and slowly dragged it up the rod until it got to the head. She grabbed her hand back as if it was a hot poker letting my cock spill more precum from my stomach to the bed. "Well Steve" She repressed more laughter. "I think you might have lost." She burst out laughing again at me. "You know, part of me thinks your poor balls have suffered enough." She looked sadly into my eyes and then that familiar bitchy look flashed across her face again. "Then the other part of me says, 'think how sensitive those black balls are. Think how badly a nice swat is gonna feel.'" "No please, don't hurt me. They ache so much already." "That's why this is going to be so much fun." She started the stopwatch for a minute and began working my balls over. She slapped softly at first and observed my reactions. I screamed out at the immense pain from the gentle swat. She whispered to herself just enough so I could hear her "this is gonna be more fun than I thought." She took her hand further up and really let me have it. A huge swat hit my balls making my body convulse. I coughed with a dry throat as another swat hit me again. My vision blurred and everything went dark. "Hey there. You awake. You better not be faking this!" I felt my body being shook but my eyes stayed closed. "Hey! Wake up!" I felt my balls being grabbed and then squeezed. My eyes shot open. "There you are. You must have blacked out." She said comfortingly. I made a groaning noise. My balls were on fire! The pain was taking over my entire body. I was so glad it was over. "I'm glad you're awake, we still have another 30 seconds left." She said as she held up the watch to my face. "Please no! My balls, I can't take anymore." "Oh stop it. You're balls are fine. Here see..." She said with her hand playing with my sack "Now where's the other one? Oh here it is! See they're fine Steve, just a little squishy." The mere holding of them made my stomach churn in pain. "Well anyway, I'm not gonna bend the rules of our game just because you can't take a little pain." "Please, they hurt so much." "You heard what I said. You wouldn't like it if you won and I said you couldn't do what you wanted. Men can be so selfish." She said as she crossed her arms. "I'm sorry" I coughed out "Please continue, you're right." "That's more like it, now just relax. I'm not stopping again." She began again working my balls over. They hurt even more this time, each hit sending shocks through my body. After what seemed like an eternity she stopped. I had been holding my breath, I quickly exhaled. "I'm so sorry Steve, but I never started the timer again. We'll have to start over." I went to object but she activated the watch and squeezed my balls to keep me silent. Again she slapped them over and over until I was crying and squirming like crazy. The timer went off and she gave me one last hit with her knuckles. Her pussy was dripping from her many orgasms." Let's see here." She said playing with my sack again. "There's onnnnneee, and...I can't seem to find the other one. Haha, your face is so pale. I think...yeah here's the other one!" She said energetically. My vision came back as my balls went from pain to just being numb. "Do you wanna play again?" She asked. "NO!" I yelled. She giggled back to me, putting her watch back on. "Ooh, look at the time, I have to go clean other rooms now though." She said with a sad look on her face. I closed my eyes and moaned. "Oh comeon, I didn't hurt you that bad! You're balls are still fine." I groaned out again, I couldn't even form real words anymore. "Ohh, poor thing. I hate to see you like this. Here I'll do something special for you. Would you like that?" All I could do was grunt. "Ok then buddy." She unbuttoned her shirt all the way down and shoved her bust into my face. "See all better now right?" She was shaking them back and forth in my face. Even in my elated state I still couldn't help but admire her enormous chest. I moaned out with pleasure as she squeezed her breasts together on my face. "There" she said, pulling herself away. "Oh you want more?" She said happily looking at the smile on my face. She bounced up and down on my chest as I was transfixed on her jiggling breasts. She stopped and looked behind her "Hm, I think your cock needs some attention too." She slid herself between my legs and toyed with my shaft. "See, you're cock is fine, I didn't hurt you that bad." She took the rod and bounced it in her hand. "I'm glad you're ok, I want this to be as stiff as possible." She took my cock between her tits and slid it back and forth. She did this until precum appeared on the tip and then stopped, letting it drop to my stomach. I groaned out, my balls were aching again now. She took the shaft in her hand and rubbed it quickly with her hand on my balls. "I want to give you something to remember me by..." She said. She was really gonna let me cum! I thought to myself. She rubbed harder and harder until my cock convulsed and my balls got to the top of my sack. I relaxed as I waited for pleasure to swoop through my body. However, just as that first wad of cum got to the tip she squeezed hard on my balls and pulled them to the bottom of my sac. Cum oozed out of the head as she kept it in her hand, still squeezing my balls on the bottom of my sack. No more cum came out. "No! Please you can't do this, I have to cum!" "I said I wanted to give you something to remember me by, and I did. A nice big set of big blue balls!" She let go of my cock and let it drop down onto the drying precum. I groaned out to her, begging her to give me relief. She just shook her head giggling at me. "Ok Steve I still have to clean this room." She went back to the cart and grabbed a few cleaners and went to the table in the corner. She made a show of bending over a much as she could to give me a good shot of her ass. She pretended to drop things on the ground near me and bend over to reveal her still-exposed breasts. She got a feather duster out and began with the TV and then moved to the table next to me. She walked to the end of the bed to put it away and stopped. "I wonder what would happen if..." She turned around and knelt between my legs again. "Wow, you're still rock hard. I can't imagine why..." She said innocently. She took the duster to my throbbing cock and dusted back and forth fast. "Ugh UGH UGH!" I yelled out but that last bit of friction never came. Instead, globs of precum were flowing from my cock. It was coming out in wave after wave. My balls were aching horribly and my cries were showing it. The maid just laughed at me and continued. "Let's see how much precum I can get out of you." She continued on forever. The liquid was pouring off the insides of my thighs and soaking the bed. I wasn't sure which was more soaked, her pussy or the bed cover. She finally stopped. My cock was thrashing spastically. Tears were dripping down my face. "Oh my! Look at it go." She said pointing at my twitching cock. She put her hand on my balls and rolled them around. "I think they returned to their full size again," she said "and then some!" She added. "Ok, well I gotta go to other rooms. I still have a job to do." "Wait...mistress?" "Yeah hun?" "Can you please unlock me? We had so much fun." "Oh right. Oh well I'd love to unlock you so you could give some relief. The thing is though...what's in it for me?" "Anything I'll do anything you want. I can pay you, in my pants." "What do I look like? A whore? Plus..." She walked over to my pants and withdrew my wallet. She opened it and took out the $120 inside. She put the wad of cash down her blouse and said "I can just take this anyway." I moaned out desperately. She was about to leave when she said "Oh right, Steve. Could you hand me that bottle over there?" I looked over and noticed that she had left her window cleaner on top of the table. I looked back at her. "Oh right" She laughed "I forgot." She walked over and took the bottle into her hand. She walked back to the door. She leaned over and kissed my cock and balls making it spew precum. She giggled and smiled at me. "Bye Steve. Keep those balls blue for me." She said as she walked out of the door. Amber Chapter Three- I let my body relax for awhile. My balls were aching from the pain and the denial. The precum was drying on my stomach and inner thighs as I fell back asleep. The night before had left me very tired, and the ball busting made it a lot easier to drift off. I awoke again to the sound of the door opening. My balls felt less pain from the maid's torture but still ached terribly from not having an orgasm in such a long time. I looked up and saw Amber walking through in an even sluttier outfit than before. This time she was in a white business shirt and a high-cut skirt. The shirt itself was buttoned all the way up but it was obvious she wasn't wearing anything underneath it. She walked to the end of the bed and turned to look at my face. "How are my Balls-" She looked down. The stream of dry precum running down my groin area and my throbbing, twitching cock made her gasp and put her hand to her mouth. She looked back to me for an explanation. I started to explain to her about the maid who had come in to torture me. As I began she stroked my cock slowly bringing me to the edge and keeping me there. She kept asking for more details, how I felt, how hard she hit me and exactly how much precum was drained from me. It was obvious she was getting very turned on by what I said. When I finished she had to force herself to stop laughing. She looked down at my cock which was feeling even worse now that she had been stimulating me. "You know Steve, I've been worried about your balls. They look pretty bad." She rolled them around in her hands making the shaft twitch constantly. "I can't believe how dark they are, they look almost black!" All I could do was moan. She wasn't the one who had to feel it! "I don't really want to cause you permanent damage." Yeah right! I said to myself. She walked over towards the phone on the table. "Hello, this is Amber from room 134, is there a nurse in the hotel." I could hear only a faint voice on the phone. "Yes, I see...right now? Great! We'll be right down." She sat on my chest again and took the key from the table. "I'm gonna unlock you ok, we have to go to the nurse's office. Can I trust you to control yourself?" I nodded slowly. "Ok good." She said as she unlocked the first handcuff. She unlocked the next and my arms got some relief, they had been tied for almost 24 hours. Then she finished with my feet. She rolled me over. The pressure on my cock was excruciating. I fought every muscle in my body not to bring myself to an orgasm. There was no telling what she would do with me vulnerable like this and especially after I gave her ideas from the maid. She took my arms behind my back and handcuffed them together. "Ok Steve, get up." I rose to my feet at the side of the bed. My boner was standing straight up inciting giggles from Amber. "Well we can't have that, can we?" She went to the end of the bed and grabbed my boxers, pulling them up my legs, my cock still tented through the fabric. Amber went to the bathroom and grabbed a robe. She came around the back of me and wrapped it around but still leaving the garment open in front. "Can't we tie it?" I asked. "Haha, no silly. Don't worry, there won't be that many people around, it's almost nighttime." We walked out of the door and to the front desk. The woman behind the glass looked up slowly, obviously bored of her job. Her eyes opened wide as she spotted my huge boner protruding through my boxers and a wet spot of precum soaking through. I blushed and looked down. Amber asked her "Hi, where's the nurse's office?" "Oh...um, up here by my left. What...what's wrong with him?" She said cocking and eyebrow at me. "Oh here." Amber began, lowering my boxers. I began to object but she cut me off. "His balls are really dark. He drips precum like crazy...see?" She said as she coaxed a drop out of my cock. I moaned desperately. "Oh my!" The woman said behind the glass. "How long has he been like that?" "I forgot, how many days Steve?" Replied Amber innocently. "About four" I said feebly. She smile confidently back to the woman. The woman just laughed and told us again where the nurse's office was. We stood outside the door and knocked. It seemed to take forever until the door opened. Inside was the last person I thought I would see. It was the maid who came in only a few hours before! She looked at me with a huge smile. "Hello Amber nice to meet you" She turned to me "and this is?" She asked cluelessly. "Oh this is Steve, he's the one with the problem." She said problem like it was a big secret, as if the giant boner didn't give it away. I got a good look at the "nurse." She was wearing the expected nurse outfit. It was extremely tight-fitting. I was guessing she didn't have any normal-sized clothing at all. Precum stained my boxers as the two talked and I watched the nurse's breasts. "So tell me what the problem is." The nurse asked pretending not to notice. "Well" Amber began. "We were having sex and it was really, really good. He even let me tie him down! So I played with him a lot until his balls became blue. The thing is though I just hate giving a guy an orgasm because then I can't have fun with him anymore." "And then, get this. A maid comes in and teases him and hurts his poor balls." She emphasized both "teases" and "balls" by rubbing my cock and grabbing my balls. "Now look at him." She pulled my cock straight up revealing my balls. "His balls are almost black and I just want to make sure he's ok." "Well Amber. I'm going to ask you to step outside for a few minutes. Trust me, if there's anything I know, it's a guy's balls." "Ok thank you. Bye Steve." The nurse waited until Amber left and looked at me. "Well, well, well. Look who it is. Some maid huh? She sounded just terrible." Amber "What are you going to do to me?" I asked weakly. She bit her nail, "hmmmmm. Well, we should probably do some tests first." "Oh please, don't do this." "Oh Steve, I'd love to. Really I would. It's just that Amber sounded very clear that she wanted to keep you safe." She walked behind me "Amber was nice enough to lend me the key." She stripped the robe off of me letting it drop to the ground. She walked to the front of me and eyed my even more exposed cock bobbing and twitching. "Ohh, is it just me or did you get a lot harder?" She laughed softly and rubbed my stiff cock until precum dripped down it several times. I knew begging for release wouldn't get me anywhere. I couldn't believe she was going to have full access to me again. "Ok I'm gonna unlock you now." She went to go behind me when she said "Oh I forgot. You're probably going to jerk yourself off right when the handcuffs come off aren't you? Well I'll make sure you don't." "No, I promise I-" was all I could get out before she took a sharp grab to my balls and squeezed them as hard as she could. I fell to the ground. "There, I don't want you stiff while I do this." She walked around me and bent over to unlock me. She walked over to a medical table and patted the surface. "Hop on." I laid down on the table, spread-eagle. This table was obviously meant for keeping someone still by the look of the hand and ankle restraints. I was wondering what such a contraption was doing in a nurse's office. She walked over to my right arm and reached over to lock me to a restraint. The position she was in gave me a great shot of her huge breasts pushing against the fabric. She looked over and smiled. "Again with my breasts? You haven't learned anything from this morning have you? You've been staring at them since you got in here." I looked away to conceal my red face. She went to lock my other restraint just after she unbuttoned her top. Only two buttons out of the 4 were shut now. Her cleavage once again made my eyes transfixed on her. Her tits went right into my face as she locked the left arm. She bent over again for my legs. Precum dribbled out of my cock, fully erect again. "You just can't help yourself can you?" In all honesty, I really couldn't. I was so uncontrollably horny that all I could do was stare right at her cleavage, even as she scolded me for it. "Do I need to bust those big balls again?" "No please, I can't help myself." "Well I'm sure you'd shut those eyes real quick if I gave your blue balls a nice squeeze." She threatened, grabbing my balls in her hand. I shut my eyes pleading her to stop. "Hm, it's funny how easy boys are to control when we have you by the balls isn't it?" I moaned out a little in protest. She changed the subject. "So Steve, how are my poor balls doing? I bet they ache, right?" I groaned out to her. The pain had just subsided from earlier today. I didn't know if I could take another ball busting. "Mmmm, poor thing. My little game must have been really hard on you but you're ok now right?" "Yeah." I coughed up. "Great! Now you just stay put ok?" She said giggling at me. She walked back to the door letting Amber back in. Amber had taken the time to unbutton her business shirt halfway revealing her bra-less cleavage. She looked like nothing on her changed as she walked over to me. "Look at him" Amber began "are you sure he's all right?" "Of course! His balls are here for us to enjoy. Here, see for yourself." Amber walked over to the end of the table I was sitting on. She stood looking at my balls with her hands on her hips. Standing straight, her firm breasts pushed out of her unbuttoned white business shirt. I wanted to touch them so bad! She bent over the table to touch my aching balls giving me an excellent view of her cleavage. As she bent over, my cock began twitching around, spewing precum all over my stomach. "OH MY! I haven't even touched him yet! Look at all of it." The nurse just laughed to herself. "What?" Amber started "what's so funny?" She asked the nurse. "Hehe, Steve's staring RIGHT at your boobs." Amber looked over to my eyes in shock. They were in fact, transfixed down her shirt. I looked away quickly but she had already seen me staring. "Oh my god! He is." She immediately sat up and covered her chest with crossed arms even though she had unbuttoned her shirt slutily before. "Steve, Amber was just trying to play with you and you had to go and do that." She said mocking me. The nurse walked over to Amber and begun whispering into her ear. Amber listened and nodded, I couldn't hear what they were saying. After a few seconds Amber let down her arms and started massaging herself under her skirt. She was looking down at my balls with pleasure as she got herself off. I was worried about what they had planned. "I've explained to Amber about your little problem." Amber bent over again showing me her cleavage sympathetically. "I told her that you couldn't help but stare at her breasts in this state. But that still doesn't make it ok." "I...I'm sorry Amber." The nurse cut in "Unfortunately Steve, sorry isn't going to do it. I said you would let Amber play with your balls for what you did." "I don't know, nurse, I've never hurt a guy like this before." Amber said. "He deserves to be punished, Amber. Plus, it'll be fun." At the word fun, Amber seemed to get giddy. "Since this is your first time Amber, I'm going to show you a few things." "Oh please no. Don't!" I begged. They both just giggled at me, ignoring me. "At this state, he's gonna be extra sensitive. Even the smallest hit..." She hit me softly sending jolts of pain through my body, leaving me screaming "...is gonna leave him in incredible pain." Amber tapped my balls lightly making me squirm and shift in pain. She giggled at me and looked over at the nurse. "Therefore a nice hard THWACK..." She took her hand and backhanded my balls hard. I reeled in pain rocking back and forth against the restraints. "...will have devastating effects." Amber laughed at my screams and rolled my balls around readying herself. "Please Amber no...don't hurt me anymore." She smiled at me and landed a blow right on my balls. My body tried to get into the fetal position but it was of no use. My breathing grew hard and I coughed out from a dry throat. I went to talk but another blow landed on my balls harder that the first. I rocked back and forth again as more and more blows landed on my balls. All I could see from teary, shut eyes was both girls wailing on me taking turns whacking me. I was screaming out but they didn't stop. More and more blows kept getting dealt, each one sending pain all over my body. They stopped. Tears were rolling down my cheeks as my eyes closed. Another blow hit my balls "Wake up!" The nurse yelled at me. My eyes stayed shut. She grabbed my balls and squeezed hard. "I'm going to keep squeezing until you open your eyes." More tears poured out my eyes as I opened them. Amber yelled out to the nurse "His eyes are open, stop!" The nurse let go. "Is he ok?" Amber asked. "See for yourself." Amber walked over and cupped my sack. "They're so squishy..." "They're fine, they're in there, aren't they?" "I guess so" Amber replied hesitantly. "I feel kinda bad about what we did to him." "Didn't you have fun though?" "Hehe, yeah!" "Well, if you want, we can make him feel a little bit better." With that the nurse started rubbing my cock up and down. "Hmm, it's not getting hard. Amber would you do me a favor?" "What?" The two whispered more to each other as I heard giggles from Amber. I opened my eyes long enough to see my cock go into to Amber's mouth. I laid my head back down in pleasure. She was unbelievable. Sucking and licking all of my 8 inches, the nurse was rolling around my balls. "That's right Steve" the nurse began "get nice and stiff for us. Doesn't that feel a whole lot better?" I moaned out with pleasure, I was indeed getting closer to cumming. She sucked and sucked until I felt like I was getting ready to burst. Amber slowed down. My cock was sliding in and out of her mouth incredibly slowly. With every slide the nurse taunted me by saying "niiiiice and haaaaard." I grunted with pleasure as both forms of stimulation were working on me. My cock twitched inside her mouth. I groaned with pleasure as I felt cum building up inside me. With some signal Amber took me out of her mouth right as I was about to cum. I pleaded to them "Oh please, please! I was so close! Just one more touch." They both smiled. The nurse said "hehe ok, I'll give you that touch you want so bad. She took her hand and brushed it up and down the underside of my shaft. The friction was what I needed. My cock spasmed with pleasure throbbing and poking in the air...but nothing came out. "UGGGGHHHH!" I yelled out in frustration. Both of the women laughed at me uncontrollably. My whole body convulsed and squirmed around, making them laugh even more at me. My cock stood straight out towards me and shook in the air until it collapsed in frustration on my stomach. I let out a loud moan as precum drained out of my cock, making my balls feel worse than they had ever felt. "Oh my! I thought you were really gonna cum there. That was incredible. It was like...shooting out a load, but nothing happened." Amber moaned out in pleasure as she touched herself to an orgasm. The nurse smiled to herself and was still laughing at me. "Please just let me cum. I'll do anything. I need to cum" "You poor thing" the nurse began, "Steve, let's get something straight. You don't need to cum, you only want to cum. And trust me, when you really, really neeeed to cum, you'll know it." I groaned out in response I struggled again at the restraints in anger. The two women smiled at me without pity. The nurse broke the silence. "So Amber, do you wanna have some real fun?" "Sure!" "Ok, how bout a game?" "Of course!" Amber said eagerly at the word 'fun'. "Ok good, I think Steve will like this one too. Here's how to play the game: both of us are going to give his poor aching cock one stroke each. Whoever makes him precum gets to do whatever they want to make him soft again for the next round." "Oh no, no more torture. Please, my balls hurt so much." They just ignored me like I was a little child. Amber said "Wow! That sounds wonderful! How do we know who wins?" "Well we count up who won the most rounds. But when it ends...how about when he's in so much pain he can't get it up for us anymore?" Amber gave me the first stroke, rubbing my cock from the balls to the tip. Then the nurse did it. The fourth stroke did it to me. The nurse had won. I cringed my face, I did not want to be busted by this sadistic woman. She squeezed immediately, listening in pleasure to my screams and watching my cock go down in size. Finally I was soft again. The nurse began again. The two switched off back and forth until I was erect again. "Oooh, please squirt for me Steve...please" Amber said as she gave me a slow rub. "No Steve, squirt for me. I wanna crush those balls good!" The nurse replied devilishly. The nurse brought me to the very edge and looked disappointed. Amber took her finger and dragged it across the top. She slowed down near the tip as a huge wad of precum shot out. "YAY!" She exclaimed as she slammed my balls again and again finally making me soft, but not without unbearable pain. After several rounds of this my cock wasn't getting up very easily. It took a lot more strokes to get me stiff and the score was 3:4 in the nurse's favor. It was the nurse's stroke. She rubbed me for a long time begging me to precum. They had already decided this was going to be their last round. Amber took the rod again and rubbed it slowly. My balls were aching terribly. The nurse looked confident. She rubbed me right to the edge. My cock twitched but nothing came out. "You prick!" She took her hand and slapped my balls several times, taking extreme pleasure from the suffering on my already terribly abused balls. Amber waited for her to finish, smiling at me the whole time. "Now I believe, that doesn't count. You can't do that!" "Fine! You won that round, but we're still tied." "Then what do we do, He can't get it up for us again?" Amber asked. "A tie breaker a guess. I know! We'll have Steve decide. We'll both grab one of Steve's balls and whoever he begs for mercy first wins. The other person loses but will still squeeze both his balls for another 30 seconds." I moaned out in terror. Each one grabbed a testicle and looked at each other. At the count of three they gave me the greatest pain I had felt all day. Both balls were feeling the pressure of their combined hands. "AHHHHHH" I yelled "Stop it, stoooop." They were both telling me "Tell me to stop, Steve. Tell me to stop." I couldn't choose, I couldn't think. I saw Amber and yelled out her name. I don't know why. I just needed relief. She jumped up and down in exuberance making her breasts bounce with her. The nurse looked pissed, she was furious. "I hope you enjoyed that Steve." The nurse said, angrily. "Oh he did. He was staring at your breasts the wholllle time." Amber said, taunting me. The nurse gritted her teeth and slapped my balls. Amber laughed at me, knowing full well my eyes were closed the whole time. The nurse whacked and whacked again at my balls, already bringing immense pain to my already bruised balls. Finally she stopped, letting my balls have a little bit of rest. Amber eventually stopped laughing and said "You just made it more fun for me. Now I get to tease him for a lot longer. It's gonna be so much fun to make his balls all big and full instead of all squishy like they are now." She finished as she rolled around my sack. Amber sat on top of my chest. She bent over and shoved her cleavage in my face, reminding me of this morning. She rubbed her breasts up and down my face but my cock still stayed soft. I moaned out in pain and pleasure. I wanted to get hard but my balls were killing me! Amber moaned out, obviously enjoying this. She unlocked my restraints. She took my limp hands and put them underneath her shirt. I fondled her huge breasts in pleasure. "Oooh" Amber said noticing my growing erection. She unbuttoned her top exposing herself. Only my fondling hands covered her nipples. My cock twitched as it grew harder and Amber laughed more. Finally my cock shot a small load of precum telling her she could stop. She bent over letting her cleavage shove in my face again as she reached over to lock me in the restraints. She buttoned her top back again, still leaving enough room for her incredible cleavage to still push through. "That game was a lot of fun" Amber said once again provoking the nurse. But I still need to know if his poor balls are going to be ok." The nurse responded "Ok, step outside again and I'll write you up my diagnosis." The nurse waited for Amber to leave and looked at me with evil eyes. "I can't believe you chose her over me! I never lose at anything!" "I...I didn't mean it. I couldn't think at the time." "It's ok Steve." She said, mockingly. "Let me just write up this sheet and we'll forget all about it." She started thinking out loud. "Well let's see, your balls are totally black right now. You're spewing precum constantly in huge loads and your cock twitches even as we speak. So what I recommend is..." She wrote on her piece of paper. "What, what did you write?" I pleaded. "Don't worry about it, I've written down the information for Amber and you don't need to worry about the results of the game, I would never let my personal views affect my professional work." She said smiling evily at me. "You're in good hands now. Also, I've arranged an appointment for a checkup tomorrow with me." "No please, not again. I said I was sorry about the game." What are you talking about, I wasn't even thinking about the game." She said to me with a wink. I moaned out to her as she just smiled at me wickedly. She unlocked my restraints and put me back into handcuffs. My clothes were no where to be found. "Amber took them outside with her." She said reading my mind. I cursed to myself. The nurse put the piece of paper she wrote on in my mouth and then held the door for me as I crept outside completely naked. I looked left and right but I couldn't find her. I looked down. My cock was at full hardness and precum was already gathering at the tip. I moaned to myself at my aching balls. They felt as if they were on fire! I heard Amber's voice towards the main desk. I slowly walked over there. She was bent over talking comfortably with the attendant. It was obvious she was telling her all about me. As she spotted me, she said rather loudly "Hey there, how are my balls doing?" I heard the woman at the main desk laugh as Amber ushered me to her. I walked towards her and the first thing I heard from the woman was "so what did the nurse say about his...problem?" Amber took the paper out of my hands and prepared to read it. That's when I felt my heart hit my throat. Three college-age looking girls walked through the main door chatting to themselves. They all stopped at once, staring at my boner, now dripping precum. The first one walked over, still wide-eyed. She stood right up close to me, looking down at my stiff cock. "What's wrong with him?" She asked. "Well" Amber began "He's been hard like that for a very, very long time." "Can I...like...touch it?" The girl said. "Sure!" The college girl took her hand to the base of my cock and stroked upwards. She pulled her hand to her mouth in fright when she saw two loads shoot out of my head. "Don't worry" Amber started "It's fine, it does that all the time. In fact why don't you all feel his nice big blue balls?" They all gathered around to feel my sack. Each one took a turn feeling the weight of my sack and its size. "Oh my god, it's so heavy!" "I know!" "There must be a month's load of cum built up in there!" They all commented. "Is he gonna be ok?" The one in the back asked. "Well, let's see." Amber said as she grabbed the paper out of my mouth. She looked at it and her eyes went wide. She gasped and then gasped again much louder. Then she covered her hand to keep herself from laughing. She handed it to the woman at the desk as the girls crowded around to look at it. They all giggled as they said to each other things like "Oh my god." And "Can he really take all that?" My stomach churned. I wanted to see the paper so bad. Each of the girls turned to leave but not without coming over to me first. "Well good luck, Mr. Blueballs, you're going to need it!" I moaned out. Amber Chapter Four I was forced to walk all the way back to my room naked as Amber held my clothes in her hands to taunt me. It was fortunate that I didn't see any more people on the way there. When we got into the room, Amber took me to the bed again and handcuffed me. It was getting late, the clock read 9:16. She got on top of my chest again with the paper. She looked at me amused. "Ok, this says we should do this treatment and then see her tomorrow. So let's begin. The first thing it says to do is make you precum ten times. In between slapping your balls ten times. I'll make it easier on you and take off my shirt." She unbuttoned her shirt revealing her gorgeous cleavage. She exposed her nipples and let her shirt fall to the floor. I almost came right then. My cock twitched and was on the edge of orgasm. She took her finger and gently swept my cock back and forth until a huge load of built-up precum shot out. "Well, that's one!" She said as she gave me ten hard slaps. She continued this until the very last ten slaps. Each one she gave me was slow and deliberate. I felt as if my balls were gonna pop right then and there, they were in so much pain. She finally gave me the last slap. Amber I was awoken Sunday morning by a glorious blowjob. The angel with her head in my lap was working me so expertly, it was magical. She noticed that I was awake and without stopping what she was doing; looked me in the eye, tried to smile around the throbbing pole of flesh in her mouth and winked at me. "You're going to spoil me if you keep waking me up like that." I warned playfully. "mm-hmm." She replied. I had always had a big crush on Amber; back in high school, I was always too nervous to pluck up the courage to even talk to her let alone ask her out. Amber was just shy of five feet tall with a very tight, petite body. She had a face like a fairy, full lips, shining emerald green eyes, and long flowing curls of dark auburn hair that went half-way down her back. As if her beauty wasn't enough, not only was she stunningly beautiful but she was brilliant AND one of the nicest people you could ever hope to meet. Other girls in our class hated her because no matter how pretty, or how smart they were, they would never be Amber. I was an awkward kid in high school. I was six foot four and always had a large frame; I was never truly fat, but not muscular enough to be looked at otherwise. I wasn't a complete outcast, I mean I had a few friends and I did date a little, I was never popular enough to be on Amber's radar (at least, so I thought). A year or so after graduation, I was out running errands with an old girlfriend when I saw some guys collecting donations at an intersection wearing football jerseys. Figuring they were collecting for a school team, I got a couple bucks out to give them. I got to the intersection just as the light turned red and started talking to the guy collecting on my side of the intersection. He told me that it was for a semi-pro league and that they could use a big guy like me and that I should try out. My girlfriend at the time had said that unless they were going to pay me to play, I better not if I wanted to stay with her. That Saturday I showed up at the field, full of old high school hopes and a brand-new bunch of free time. I spoke to one of the coaches when I stepped on the field. He seemed happy to see me and asked if I had any prior team experience. I told him that I used to play Pop-Warner leagues but explained to him that due to several family emergencies, when I was finally in shape to be able to try out for the school's football team, I missed the tryouts. The coach had told me that that was more experience than some of my prospective teammates had and to go on and sign in. Long story short, I made the team and played for a couple of years until I got hurt. It was the championship game and I was coming across the middle on a short pass route. The pass came, but was high and a little behind me. I jumped and made the catch, but the linebacker that was right behind me and the safety that I didn't see until I caught the ball, sandwiched me and slammed me to the ground. Hard. It was a clean hit by both of them and they were both visibly worried when they tried to help me up and found that I couldn't move my legs. I was rushed to the hospital where the feeling finally came back to my lower half. It turns out that I had fractured my tailbone which caused my temporary paralysis. They put me in this plastic girdle to keep my back straight and kept me overnight for observation. The overnight doctor came into my room to introduce herself when she came on shift and to see how I was doing. "Mr. Carabello?" She asked looking at her chart. "Please, call me Jeff." I replied. "Okay Jeff." She looked at me and smiled. That's when I saw that my doctor was the girl I had dreamed about all my life. There she was as beautiful as ever. Amber! God, I even dedicated a song to her on a local radio show: 'What Might Have Been' by Little Texas. I had told the dj that I was crazy about her and that I would stay up nights thinking about what might have been if I only had the nerve to even just speak to her. "Amber?" I asked, trying to pretend that I didn't spend the last six years of my life thinking about her almost every day. After we got the official business as to why I was actually in her hospital out of the way, she had told me that the floor was basically empty and how nice it was to see a familiar face, did I mind if she stayed and chatted for a while? Did I mind? I told her I supposed it would be okay with the biggest shit-eating grin that has ever crossed my face. We talked for the better part of the night. About high school, people we still knew from there, work, football (apparently, Amber is a big fan), and eventually our respective love-lives. I told her about my last girlfriend and how unsupportive she was of my wishes and the messy break-up that ensued. Amber told me about her last boyfriend and how inept and poorly equipped a lover he was. It was then that I realized that we were gently holding hands. I then confessed to her my feelings for her, blushing fiercely, barely able to look her in the eye, and finally so embarrassed that I was actually angry at myself for thinking that a woman like Amber would ever be interested in me. "Do you really mean that?" She asked, still holding my hand. "Every word from the moment I first saw you." Then an amazing thing happened. Instead of an uncomfortable silence, or her stomping out in disgust, like I was expecting... She kissed me. It was so spontaneous, so passionate that my cock literally sprung to full attention immediately, our hands in each other's hair, both of us panting slightly our excitement. We broke the kiss. I had my hands on her cheeks, hers on my thighs, our foreheads touching. She opened her eyes and saw my erection. "Oh my..." she exclaimed. "It's huge!" "I'm glad you like it." I chuckled. Obviously, we couldn't in the hospital. She's my doctor for Christ's sake! She could lose her job! We collected ourselves and agreed to continue where we left off when I was released from the hospital. She checked my back and range of motion and all of the doctor things that she had to do, and I was given a clean bill of health and the okay to be discharged in the morning, incidentally about the same time Amber's shift was over. As we were walking to her car, I had to stop to tie my sneakers, so I'm bent down behind a car. Amber's ex came running up to her begging and pleading with her to take him back. At first she was nice, telling him no that it was over between them. He wasn't taking no for an answer and Amber started getting upset. The guy was only slightly taller than Amber so when I stood up slowly to my full height, flexing my shoulders on my powerfully built frame, and looked down on him from behind her, putting my hands on her shoulders. He wet himself. "Is everything okay here?" I asked staring at him menacingly. Amber put her small hand on mine reassuringly and said that yes everything was fine and that Jason was just leaving so he could change his pants. We laughed and left Jason standing in a pool of his own urine, a look of shock on his face. On the ride to Amber's house, we could barely keep our hands off of each other. At every red light, we were honked to go because we had stopped to kiss, and when we weren't kissing Amber was rubbing my cock through my shorts and I hand my hand under her skirt rubbing her slit through her panties. We finally get to her apartment and as soon as we walk through the door we're all over each other again. Locked in a kiss full of fiery passion, I lifted Amber up and placed her on her kitchen counter finally breaking the embrace. "Are you sure you want to do this?" I panted heavily. Amber responded by ripping her shirt open revealing to me 1) that she didn't wear a bra and 2) her perfect breasts with half-dollar sized brown areolas and pencil-eraser hard nipples fully erect in her excitement. "Well alright then!" I pulled my shirt off and took her right breast into my mouth; teasing her nipple with my tongue, sucking on it, and biting it. I took her left breast into my right hand and gently caressed it, tweaking the nipple. Then I switched. Back and forth for several minutes, just worshipping Amber's perfect breasts; she was very appreciative, she had her hands in my hair pulling me closer, whispering me to me about how much she was enjoying it and positively vibrating in ecstasy. I started kissing my way up her chest and neck, up to her right earlobe and I whispered in her ear, "I'm going to taste you now." She whimpered in response and I helped her lean back. I delicately removed her now-soaked panties in and made a show of inhaling deeply her sweet aroma. If heaven had a smell, I think it would be this. I kneeled before her and lightly danced my tongue along her entire slit. Amber gasped. Using my index fingers, I spread her outer lips. I flicked my tongue against her extended clitoris and then sucked it into my mouth eliciting a long moan from her beautiful lips. I fluttered my tongue all over her inner lips and then slowly inserted my tongue into her. This action was greeted with a loud moan and a flood of juices. I spent the next twenty minutes making out with her womanhood and playing with her breasts, I was rewarded with several orgasms of varying intensity and very vocal praise of my abilities. I stood up and licked her juices off of my face and all that I couldn't reach with my tongue, I got with my finger licked that off too. "Ohmigod... Jason never did that for me. He always said that he couldn't stand the taste or the smell." Amber panted heavily. I was dumbfounded. "Amber, my sweet, to me your smell is heavenly and you taste even better! Anyone who thinks otherwise does not deserve you and is simply a waste of your time." "Jeff!" Amber moaned gently caressing her clit and squeezing her legs together, "I've never came like that before! So many times so quickly!" I had removed my shorts while Amber had her eyes closed, exposing my turgid, eight and a half inch cock. Amber opened her eyes and became fixated on it. Pure animal lust replacing her innocence, she licked her lips. I took her tiny chin in my large hand and raised her eyes to me. "Amber, I am going to enter you now." She looked at my raging hard-on, "Don't you want me to suck it?" "There's always next time. Now, right now is about you and making up for time wasted on Jason." Still looking at my lower half, "Who?" "Are you ready?" She nodded her head and leaned in to kiss me. I took her into my arms and lifted her up, placing her dripping snatch on top of my ravenous prick. When we kissed, I slowly entered her. My god she was tight! Amber wasn't kidding about her ex, was she? I got the head in when she winced; I stopped. "Too much?" "You are entirely too good to me. No, just keep going slow." It took several minutes and lots of moaning from both of us, but Amber finally bottomed out on me. We took a minute reveling in the sensations. Amber having never felt so full in her entire life and me luxuriating in the vise-like grip of her vaginal walls. Every once in a while she would involuntarily squeeze me, causing both of us to groan and giggle. Amber had her hands wrapped around my neck. She looked directly into my eyes. "Jeff?" "Yes, love?" "I'm ready." I was holding her up by her firm ass. I lifted her up and lowered her down. Again, I lifted her up until just the tip of my cock was still inside her and then I lowered her all the way down again. Amber started to quiver all over again. A third time, I lifted her completely off of me and impaled her onto me in one swift, strong thrust. Her pussy literally exploded into orgasm on my rod. Her juices flowing around my cock, over my balls, and down my legs. She started to cry from the intensity and I stopped to let her collect herself. "Please don't stop!" She wailed, "I need this so fucking bad!" So still standing in Amber's kitchen, with her nails clawing up my arms, back, and neck; my hands on her gorgeous ass cheeks; my big, fat cock buried deep in her tight, spasming pussy, I sped up my thrusts and increased how hard I plowed into her tiny body, slapping my balls against her puckered asshole. Amber completely lost control, her body in a perpetual orgasmic state. The sex was other-worldly. Amber was a complete minx once she finally regained control of herself enough to make complete sentences. I was pounding into her as hard as I could at a pretty good pace when after an earth-shattering orgasm; she grabbed my face in between her hands and said in a voice I will never forget. "Take me to my bed and fuck me like the slut dog that I am!" So I did. We walked/fucked all the way to her bedroom and I pulled her off of my cock with a rather loud squelching sound. Amber whimpered at the sudden emptiness inside of her. I dropped her on her bed and rolled her onto her stomach. Amber was purring she was so wired to go. She raised her perfect ass off of her bed and wiggled it at me. I spanked her. First a sharp slap from my hand followed by a three quick, dull slaps directly on her ass hole with my cock, causing Amber to squeal in delight. I pulled her close to me and placed my still-raging prick at her freshly-used opening. Amber turned around, piercing me with those bright emerald eyes and spoke in words that went directly to my pulsing manhood: "I wasn't kidding. Fuck me like the slut-bitch dog that I a-AAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!" I didn't let her finish. I grabbed a handful of her flowing locks and slammed full-on into her gaping quim, pulled out almost all the way and thrust back in so hard, the force swung my heavy sack right into her clit, sending shockwaves of raw pleasure through both of us. Then I started pile driving her like there was no tomorrow, absolutely punishing her pussy. She strained against how hard I was pulling her hair and how rough I was groping her breasts, and then we both lost it when I let go of her hair and breasts to grab her by the waist for my final onslaught. I started pulling out all the way to her opening and slamming back in as hard as I could stand. Amber started getting really into it trying to get me to come. She started bucking back into my thrusts, almost knocking both of us off of the bed, and talking dirty: "YEAH, this BIG fucking COCK slamming into my TIGHT little pussy SO nice and DEEP and HARD! AAAHH!! YES!! Unh, are you gonna come? Are you gonna come in this hot little pussy? Mami wants Papi's big, fat cock to fucking come all over her pussy. Deep inside Mami's pussy. Oooohh, does Papi like that? Do you like it when Mami calls you Papi? Fuck my pussy, Papi. Come!! OOHGODI'MGONNACOME!!! Come with me Papi! Come with Mami, Papi! RIGHT NOW!!!!!!" I came harder than I had ever come before. It felt like I had just dumped a gallon of come inside of her, we were both spasming uncontrollably, moaning and screaming each other's names, panting wildly. I saw stars. I collapsed on her bed and she curled up next to me and promptly fell asleep on my chest, a beautifully satisfied grin accentuating her angelic face. "Know this Amber; there will never be a woman as beautiful as you are in this moment. And no one will ever love you more than I." I stroked her hair a few times and drifted off to sleep with her in my arms where she belongs. I have never known a better night's sleep before then. That was four years ago today. Amber and I are happily married and have two children that we are both head-over-heals about. And every morning since that day; Amber, my sweet beautiful wife, my angel, wakes me up with a mind-blowing blowjob. I doubt that there is anyone anywhere that is as happy as I am. Amber (This is some of the back story to "Amber Lets Go." However it stands on its own and is a full story in its own right.) Amber stretched a long piece of packing tape across the top of the box, it contained her favorite books and all her DVD's; the last of her packing was finally done. She stood and stretched her petite 5 foot frame. At 110 pounds she filled her clothes out nicely, bordering on the cusp of slim to curvy. Her chest was a modest B cup, but her hips flared out from a small waist and flat stomach, leading down to strong toned thighs supporting a backside that could only be described as a "bubble-butt." She pulled her long dark hair from its pony-tail and gently massaged her scalp and temples as her mind became inundated with painful thoughts and emotions. With her large dark eyes closed and the stereo belting out mournful music she didn't notice the car pull up to the driveway. "Do you need any help loading that into your truck? Obviously you've stuffed anything you could fit into it, and I know for a fact you're not strong enough to take care of it on your own." Her eyes flew open at the request and her heart hammered in her chest. She turned and looked at the source of the voice and inside she involuntarily melted. He looked at her with the clearest steel-blue eyes she had ever seen. "The color of rain clouds," she thought. The straight, black eyelashes surrounding them made their affect even more penetrating. Inwardly she groaned in pain, outwardly she did her best to remain calm and collected. "Ummm... Sure... but I think I could handle it, I've got all the rest so far." "Heh... ya right, don't worry about it... I wouldn't want you to have to lift a finger now that I'm around to do the work." She watched as he bent to lift the box filled with her books, the same ones he used to make fun of her for reading. "Well I won't have to deal with that anymore I guess," she thought to herself as he carried it out to her waiting vehicle, making room for it among the other boxes already loaded and ready to go. "I always told you you have too much crap," he said as he walked back in the house. This was the man she had chose to spend two years of her life with, the man she had deemed worthy enough to give her whole heart to. He stood there in his polo shirt and jeans, sunglasses in hand and ball cap perched on his head. He wasn't a large man, only standing 5'8" with an almost delicate bone structure. She found her eyes wandering to his forearms, one of her favorite parts, the hair a soft dusting leading to his wrists, his wrists leading to his hands; he had long, trim fingers, "piano playin' fingers" she liked to call them, always clean, always well manicured. She wanted nothing more than to close her eyes and run her face and lips across those hands; the back, the palm, kiss the inside of his wrists. She felt a yearning stir in her belly and abruptly snapped her eyes away from him. Too late. As she brushed by him he grabbed her arm, stopping her in her tracks. "I do love you... you know that, right?" His eyes burned into hers, his hand so warm where he gripped her; her knees became weak; she couldn't look away if she tried, but she couldn't answer him either. "I don't know that... I don't... you never showed me..." Her thoughts blazed through her head. He leaned his head down, his cheek almost touching hers, he breathed into her ear... "I can show you..." Her mind screamed a mix of warnings and consummate acquiescence. She felt her defenses fade, she couldn't stop her body from melting against his, and as his lips closed over hers, she decided she didn't want to. He turned her body towards his, pressing her full length against him, one hand clasping the back of her head, the other flattened on the small of her back. As her mouth opened under his he drove his tongue into its warmth, grasping her hair with more urgency, gripping her ass over her jeans. A small sigh escaped her and she wound her arms around his waist, pushing her pelvis against his thighs. She couldn't control herself, she knew he had this affect on her, she knew she shouldn't have been there packing when he got off work, she knew this would happen if she saw him, and she knew she wanted it. "Get in the bedroom. I'll show you I love you. I'll show you when my dick slides into that tight pussy and you remember that your body was made to fit mine... nobody can make you feel the way I do, and you'll have no doubts about that before I'm through with you." He turned her around in his arms, holding her by the hips, keeping her tight up against him; she rose to her tip toes, pressing her ass to his groin, feeling the rigid fire he had waiting for her there. He grabbed her tits, squeezing them almost harshly, before wrenching her shirt and bra up to her collar bone and exposing their flesh to the air. He immediately pinched and pulled her nipples to erection then ran his palms in feather light circles across their peaks. His breath was hot against her neck, his lips and tongue leaving wet trails from her ear down her jaw bone. "Such nice little tits," he whispered in her ear, "I always loved your tits, after the first night I fucked you I jacked off thinking about rubbing my cock all over them." She closed her eyes as her pussy spasmed in response to his words. Instantly she felt her wetness soak the crotch of her panties and she reached around behind her to press him more firmly against her. He began walking her to the bedroom, once again gripping her hips in an iron-like vise. Once there he tore her shirt and bra from her body and bent to take a nipple into his mouth. He sucked, almost too hard, and the pleasurable pain rippled through her belly, pulsing and engorging her clit. Her head lolled back and she began working on the button of her jeans, wanting to get any article of clothing between them out of the way. He stood and pulled his shirt over his head, seeing her jeans undone he jerked them down her legs, then removed his in one swift movement. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of her panties and pushed them to the ground; she felt the crotch linger against her sex for a moment, the moisture binding the fabric to her skin. Her pussy was shaved bald and her fleshy lips were all but dripping with arousal. "Turn around.... turn around and get on the bed." She hesitated, confused for a moment. "Turn around? He hardly ever wants to see me from behind." She had time for this one thought before he physically turned her himself and pushed her to the bed. She climbed on the side, her knees perched dangerously close to the edge, her elbows locked and hands planted for support. "No, lean down. Lean down and spread your legs." She quivered with excitement, and obeyed. Her chest and face rested on the bed and she slowly let her knees slide farther open. She arched her back; she was now successfully in the most prone position she could imagine; her ass high in the air, her legs spread to the point of shaking from instability, her pussy gaping. "Open it for me..." She reached her arms around the backs of her legs, pinning her face more firmly to the mattress, and found her throbbing sex. She gently ran her fingers the length of her slit, dipping into it enough to grasp her puffy outer lips and pull them even farther apart. The cool air lapped at her most secret places and goose bumps were breaking out all over her body. Suddenly a mouth closed over her clit...his mouth... and he sucked, like he sucked her nipples. The pure pleasure that coursed through her in that instant sent shockwaves from head to toe. "Oh my god... ohhh, oh my god..." He began flicking her clit with his tongue... alternating between sucking and licking. Her legs began to tremble. He fluttered his tongue, like a butterfly kiss, on her fully exposed button. She could hardly breath, her grip on her own lips had become severe, and her hole was aching to be filled. All at once the fluttering stopped and warm wetness entered her cavity. He plunged his tongue as far as he could and wiggled it, side to side, up and down; his thumb began a rhythmic dance on her clit. "unhhhhhh... uhhh...." Her orgasm was building, climbing with speed and strength; she knew this was going to be a mind-blower. "Don't stop... don't stop.... Oh god, please... please, don't stop!" It hit her, like a ton of bricks. She let go of her lips and tore at the blanket she was on... she clawed and twisted it, burying her face in its softness. Her hips wildly pushed back against his face, bucking and grinding; he used his arms to capture her around the legs in an effort to control her movement and moved his mouth back to her clit, sucking in and out, in and out, and shaking his head from side to side. One sharp intake of breath... she couldn't make a sound... she could feel her face contorting... and she went limp. He released his hold on her and she sank to her stomach, her pussy still contracting and her hips twitching involuntarily. He flipped her onto her back and devoured her mouth in a hungry wet kiss, her juices coated her face and her nostrils were filled with the scent of her own cum. He rested his body between her legs and pressed himself against her. "I'm going to fuck you now... your cunt is so ready and you taste so good... my dick is throbbing to be inside you..." She raised her hips, wanting to feel him, needing to feel him. He stood at the edge of the bed; grabbing her ankles he rested them on his shoulders and began to stroke the head of his cock along her slit, from clit to hole. He pressed against her, needing hardly any pressure at all, her sopping pussy gave no resistance as he entered. He pointed his face toward the ceiling and closed his eyes; she fit him like a glove, the perfect sheath for his rod. He gripped her ass and raised it off the bed, with full control of her body he pounded against her. He felt her heels hook to his shoulders as she pounded back. Her small breasts bounced on her chest and her hands ran up her body, from her prominent hip-bones, across her clenched tummy up to her chest to capture a nipple in each hand. "Oh baby, you drive me crazy," he said as his thrusting became more frantic, "do you like it? Do you like it when I fuck you? Do you enjoy my cock as much as I enjoy your sweet pussy? Tell me.... tell me you love when I fuck you..." "I love it..... oooohhhh, I love it... oh my god... harder..." she was losing her breath, another orgasm building, "oh, harder... I love it...." she could only whisper, her eyes rolling to the back of her head, her teeth grinding. Abruptly he leaned over her, pinning her legs on each side of her head. He pressed his mouth to hers, licking and sucking her tongue and lips, breathing her in. She grabbed the backs of her knees, drawing them further towards the bed. Their bodies made loud slapping noises as they bucked against each other battling with the sound of his erection plunging into her drenched chamber. Slowly his grunts could be heard, his face pressed into her neck, muffling the sound. "I'm gonna cum baby.... I'm gonna cum... cum with me..." "Yes, yes... I am, I'm cumming..... oh god, right now!" She threw her arms around her legs and his waist, cleaving him to her just as she erupted... her pussy contracted around him, milking him as his dick began to lurch and spurt inside of her. He drove his hips against her, hard, his hands somehow finding their way into her sweaty tangled hair and hanging on for dear life. They lay there for a minute, sticky, hot and out of breath. Amber's eyes were closed, her heart raging inside her chest, she still held him tight to her. "Let go." "Huh?" "Let go, I'm all messy, I need to clean up." Reluctantly she loosened her grip around him. He stood up; almost rudely pulling out of her... an overwhelming feeling of emptiness enveloped her. He found an old t-shirt in one of his drawers and threw it to her. "Don't get any of that shit on the bed, I just washed the blankets." She placed the shirt between her legs, careful to make sure it was under her ass to catch him as he flowed out of her. She watched as he pulled on his jeans and made his way to the bathroom, his naked back as familiar to her as the back of her own hand; and as he closed the door behind him she didn't stop her tears from flowing either. He was right; nobody could make her feel the way that he did. Amber Last year my boyfriend Daniel and I went on holiday to Ibiza. We've always been quite adventurous in bed (and, more often, out of bed) but being in the sun, playing in the pool, and downing cocktails made us even hornier than usual. On one alcohol-fuelled night in San Antonio we were thoroughly turned on after hours of dirty dancing and decided to spice things up by paying a visit to a strip club. Feeling really naughty, I slid into a chair and sat watching the dancers writhing on the stage. I was surprised at how turned on I was getting, considering I'd never so much as kissed a girl before. I stared, open-mouthed, as one girl climbed, cat-like, to the top of the pole, gripping with her thighs before leaning back and pulling off her skimpy top. My pussy was moistening as she neared the end of her performance and dropped her knickers to the floor. Glancing across at my boyfriend I could see that, as sexy as he found these girls, he was more interested in how turned on I was getting. Just then a gorgeous girl approached us. She was about 20, with black wavy hair, tanned skin and a perfect figure. Looking at her, I felt my pussy dampen. With a dirty smile on her face she introduced herself as Amber and asked if we would each like a lap dance. Before I could answer Daniel replied that I would love one, but he would be happy just to watch the two of us together. With that, he pushed some notes into her manicured hand and she led us behind the sheer curtain. Taking me by the hand, she led me to a comfortable chair and Daniel sat facing us. I couldn't take my eyes off Amber's beautiful body as she danced for me, grinding her firm arse against me and pushing her round tits in my face, shedding her clothes as she went. My legs were spread wide, my damp thong barely covering my pussy as she pushed my little skirt up. I was desperate for more, fantasizing about her tongue all over me. By now she was standing in front of me in just a thong, running her hands over her breasts, her stomach, her pussy – teasing me. Finally she let the last of her underwear fall to the floor, revealing a gorgeous smooth snatch. It was all I could do not to grab her and pull her on top of me, and judging by the bulge in my boyfriend jeans, he felt the same way. Luckily for us, Amber was obviously pretty turned on too, and, unbelievably, come the end of her shift, she left with us. Our hotel was a short walk away and although it took a little longer than usual, with the three of us constantly stopping to fondle and kiss each other, I had too many other things in my mind to wonder how on earth we had ended up bringing a stripper back to our room. When we finally tumbled into the room, Daniel immediately undid his jeans, releasing the huge erection that had been straining against the buttons. He sat down in a chair in the corner stroking his cock and motioning for us to get on the bed. Glancing at each other with matching dirty grins we did so. If he wanted a show he was going to get one. Pushing me on my back Amber immediately took control, undoing my skirt and running her tongue from my ankles up to the top of my thighs, excruciatingly slowly. My pussy ached for her and I found myself begging her to strip me. Instead, she began to perform another hot little striptease, ending up in just her high heels. My thighs and arse were now soaked in my own juices, and she had barely touched me yet. Finally, she began to remove my slutty top, sliding it up my stomach and over my perky tits, brushing my nipples and sending a shudder through my body. She was straddling me now, her naked smooth cunt barely an inch from my own wet knickers, her breasts pushed against mine. My hands found her arse as she began to knead my tits, her tongue darting out to caress my nipples. She inched her way down my body, finally slipping my thong down my thighs and off. But instead of sinking her face into my snatch as I so badly wanted her to, she reached up and placed my underwear in my mouth. Shocked, I didn't know how to react, and before I could pull the material out, she took my wrists and used her own discarded thong to bind my wrists to the iron headboard. I was ready to come at the slightest touch, and hoped she wasn't going to leave me tied up and unsatisfied. But much to my relief she finally positioned herself between my trembling thighs, and with one last dirty look, ran her wet tongue over my clit with the lightest touch. I wanted to bury my hands in her hair and push her gorgeous face deep into my pussy, but all I could do was to arch my back and push my dripping cunt onto her tongue. She traced a finger around my pussy lips, not quite giving me what I wanted. I groaned and writhed on the bed, but couldn't even cry out thanks to the balled up underwear in my mouth that tasted of my own wetness. Daniel obviously decided at this point that he had also had enough of the tease. He got up from where he had been sitting and walked across the room to the bed where Amber was spread out on her hands and knees, her face buried in my snatch and her arse in the air. I groaned, guessing what was about to happen and wondering how I had found myself in such a horny situation. Raising my head as best I could I saw my boyfriend ease his hard cock into the stripper's pussy making her cry out. He gripped her hips with both hands, raised one foot onto the bed and immediately began fucking her hard. She stopped licking my pussy then, throwing her head back and groaning with every deep thrust from my boyfriend. I never thought I could ever enjoy seeing my boyfriend with someone else, but this was the horniest, hottest thing I'd ever seen outside of a porn film. I bucked my hips, wanting her mouth back on my clit, and seeing this, my boyfriend grabbed her hair, keeping her head tilted back away from me. "It's your turn to sit back and watch" he grinned, knowing how badly I needed to come. He thrust into her for several more hard strokes then pulled out, turning her around to face him and kissing her on the mouth, tasting my juices there. Then he positioned Amber on top of me, again with her pussy close to mine and our tits pushed together, and removed the thong from my mouth so we could explore each others' mouths with our tongues. Then he used the underwear to tie her wrists in a similar manner to mine. For once I was completely stunned. What was he going to do? Would he leave us like that? We were intertwined but completely unable to satisfy each other. Just then he took my dildo from the bedside where I'd left it earlier and retreated to the foot of the bed. Our mouths and tongues were still pressed together and when Daniel pushed the dildo into my wet cunt and his cock into Amber's we could only groan. Having freed Amber, Daniel positioned her so she was straddling my mouth and I eagerly lapped at her pussy, having never tasted another girl's juices before. I found her swollen clit and circled it with my tongue, loving the excited moans she made. I felt hands on my tits and Daniel spat between them making them wet for his cock. My pussy shuddered again at the thought of this gorgeous pair using my body like this. I felt my breasts being squeezed around Daniel's erection and heard Amber's moans becoming louder. I was making her come. I continued circling my tongue and relished the sweet wetness as her moans became near-screams and her orgasm pulsated through her. Amber collapsed on the bed and Daniel lay beside her and pleaded for me to ride his cock while she watched. His cock slid easily inside my pussy and I started grinding urgently against him, my fingers stroking my silky wet clit. It wasn't long before I felt my orgasm building up and I prayed that he wouldn't stop. My fingers were moving frantically now, my eyes closed and my mouth stretched open. When my orgasm finally came it seemed to engulf my whole body in a way I'd never felt before and I collapsed onto Daniel's chest, breathing hard, my pussy in spasms. When I had caught my breath we pulled Daniel to his feet and Amber knelt on the floor, taking his cock hungrily into her mouth and squeezing his taut balls. For a moment I was happy to watch as he took her head in his hand and started fucking her mouth, then I knelt on the floor behind him and spread his arse cheeks with my hands. I heard him groan above me as he continued to manoeuvre Amber's mouth onto his dick. I traced my tongue slowly from the base of his spine down until I found his hole. Another groan. I worked my tongue there until he couldn't take it anymore and I knew he would come soon. I moved around so I was beside Amber and we were both expertly sucking and licking his hard shaft and balls. It didn't take long for his orgasm to build. Taking his cock in his hand he aimed his spunk at our mouths and tits while we knelt like two sluts with our mouths wide open. His orgasm began to subside and his groaning quietened while he rubbed his remaining come over our faces and we licked each other clean. When morning came, Amber was gone. We never went back to that club and we never saw her again, but that night wasn't only the highlight of our holiday, it was the best sexual experience either of us has had. Until our next holiday that is... Amber Alert Amber liked the peace and quiet, most days she came home after work exhausted and just wanted to "veg out" as her 20 year old lard ass used to say. She had noticed that Rob had started to lose a bit of weight recently. The bitch of a daughter Justine paraded around in bikinis or short shorts every opportunity she got. Amber looked down at her own body and thought it wasn't bad for a 50 year old, sure her tits drooped a little and her stomach wasn't flat but she still turned a few heads. She juggled with her breasts for a few minutes felling the weight as they landed back down. She remembered when she had Justine, what 25 years ago now, she'd popped her out and got back into shape within the month. Her tits grew with that pregnancy, she had gone from a nice 32 C to 32 D. She hadn't minded that change it allowed her to fill out her T-shirt more. She liked to show them off on the pretence of breast feeding. She had enjoyed those years then they decided to have another child as Justine would be lonely. So at 30 she was pregnant again, this time her breasts only grew a little. She worked hard to get the baby fat off but this time it was no use. The downward spiral had begun at 30. Her husband left when she was 45 for some yoga instructor. She often fantasised about him trying to do a pose and getting stuck. She lay on the couch thinking back over her life. Rob had started to get healthy and work out. Now she didn't mind looking at him and sometimes she even brought him into her fantasies. His muscles weren't defined yet and he still had a bit of a gut but the cute head of golden blonde made up for that. He had nice blue eyes that held flecks of grey. Justine was a chip off Jim's block. She had his haughty attitude and liked to look down her nose at people. Even without a bikini on Amber was sure that Justine's breasts would stand tall and perky, 34C's just like she used to have. She had nice smooth long legs, they had a bit of a glow but the weather wasn't warm enough yet for a full tan. Sometimes she was Ok and she would sit and talk but mostly spent time in her room or at the mall. She came home most days around 5 but today she finished early it was now half 2. The kids spent most days at the community college up the road, at least that's what she was paying for them to do. She was about to put on the TV but something made her take a walk around the house. To her it felt like there was someone there. She checked her own room first and as expected it was empty. As she moved further up the hall she thought she detected breathing. She slowed her own and listened closely. There was definitely someone there. She approached Rob's room carefully. She opened the door carefully and looked inside. No one was here either but the breathing was louder. She saw that the door connecting Rob's room to Justine's was open. As far as she knew that door was kept locked but maybe the kids opened it for fun or something. She crept quietly towards the door and the breathing was definitely getting louder. She looked into Justine's room and saw a broad back facing her. She recognised the counters as belonging to Rob. What he was doing in his sisters bed she hadn't yet figured out. Then she heard the breathing of a woman. OK so now he was sleeping with a woman in his sister's bed. She had to hand it to him, he certainly had guts. If Justine found out she would have a shit fit. Amber turned to leave and let her son bang in peace when she heard a voice she recognised. It moaned softly "again." The voice belonged to none other than her other offspring. Neither of them saw Amber as she waited in the doorway. She didn't know whether to shout at them and be disgusted or whether she was excited at the prospect. She heard their breathing begin to quicken again. She peeked around the doorway and saw Rob lying on top of Justine, he held himself up with his arms so Justine's breasts could be clearly seen. A stab of jealously shot through Amber. She wished her tits were that perky again. She heard the panting start up. Both of them mounting in excitement. She started to rub herself gently. Their moans were helping her get off and the muscles in Rob's arms did nothing to put her off. She was just getting into it when Rob let out a sigh. He was done already, that boy had no staying power. She could tell that Justine was kind of pissed too. She said, "Are you finished again already?" Rob just muttered "Sorry." Amber decided that now would be a good time to interrupt. She stepped fully through the doorway and said, "So this is what you get up to when I'm not here." Rob fell out of bed on the other side dragging the blanket with him. Justine was now lying down on the bed completely exposed. Amber eyed her critically looking for flaws but came up empty. After her breasts she had a beautiful flat stomach. Her mound had a nice straight slit with just a thin landing strip above. Both the children just stared in shock for a minute then Justine tried to grab the blanket back from Rob who was standing up with the blanket wrapped around his waist. His belly was bulging slightly over the blanket. It took her three times before she tugged it away from him. She covered herself with it slowly allowing Amber plenty of time to look over her body. Justine didn't seem to be particularly upset about being discovered, she seemed more upset about being interrupted. Rob stood with his hands trying to cover over his dick. Amber still got some good looks at his soft dick because he kept bringing them up and gesturing to explain. Amber looked closer and saw that he didn't have a condom on. She ordered him to move his hands and went to get a closer look. She moved around the bed with the children's head following her all the way. Justine had the sheet wrapped tightly around her now. This highlighted her breasts again. Rob looked like he was going to bolt any minute. When Amber reached him he tensed up even more. She reached down and grabbed his cock. She shouted "what's this?" "well?" "Well?" "WELL?" With each shout her voice got louder. Every time she shouted she gave a little tug on Rob's dick. She could feel it start to respond in her hands. She could also feel some of his cum transfer to her hand. She enjoyed the feeling as it had been a while since she had experienced either. "It's his dick." Replied Justine calmly. "I know that." Said Amber. "What I meant was where is the condom that is supposed to be on this dick." Shaking the talked about article in her hand. Rob started to reply but he kept stuttering trying to explain. Every time he started to say something Amber squeezed on his dick. He was already red in the face from having sex and that shade darkened over his whole body when his mother had grabbed his dick. Finally he managed to say, "Justine is on the pill so it doesn't matter." "Of course it matters, the pill can fail." Retorted Amber. "I bet neither of you can actually put one on properly." They both said that they did but Amber wasn't too sure whether to believe them or not so she asked for a demonstration. She wondered if either of them had one. Rob said that he had a few in his room and started to go get them. He was stopped short by some unknown force. It took him a minute to figure out what was holding him back. He finally remembered that his mother still had his dick in her hand. He gave a little cough and Amber finally released him. He started walking back to his room taking the short cut his mother had used to enter. He glanced back at the two women in his life. He had already fucked the pretty one and really enjoyed that. He wondered what it would be like to do it with his mother, she was standing there in her waitress outfit. It consisted of a pair of black trousers and a red blouse with the name of the restaurant emblazoned on the front. The size of her breasts hid most of her belly by pulling the material well out from her body. She wasn't a beauty queen but he guessed that she could make up for that with experience. He tried to do a butt shake but that didn't really work. His ass was big enough to do it but he guessed that only women could pull it off. His dick was half hard and warm from his mothers hand. He found the condoms in the drawer beside his bed. He had only had sex with one other woman bar his sister and he wouldn't mind adding another to his belt, even his mother or maybe especially his mother. He returned to Justine's room ready for some action and found Amber making out with Justine on the bed. He gave a cough and Amber got off the bed again. He stared at her breasts and wondered if they felt much different from Justine's. Amber asked if they would like to see her naked since both of them already had their clothes off. They both looked on eagerly, she took off the blouse. Underneath she wore a red bra so it wouldn't be seen through her blouse. Then she unbuttoned her trousers and slipped them off. She wore a pair of white granny panties. When she reached around and unstrapped the bra her breasts fell an inch or two. When she took off her panties it revealed a massive bush. Her pussy was a lot different from the neatly trimmed one belonging to Justine. Justine and Rob stood in front of Amber. All of them were in their natural state, all their assets and imperfections visible. Rob had his belly and fat ass, Amber had her drooping breasts and her belly. Justine had, well they hadn't found anything physically wrong with her yet but she was still a bitch most if the time. They all started to explore each others bodies. Justine and Rob ran their hands through Ambers forest of pubes finding them very soft. Amber had her hand wrapped around Rob's cock again and this time he let it grow to its full hard length. Justine had part of her hand covering his cock as well. Rob decided to try to finger both of them together. It took him a minute to navigate the forest and find her opening. It was a lot easier to find Justine's slit. There was no forest to navigate and he had much practice in the past. He used two fingers to stimulate them and got a small response. Amber broke things off saying, "First things first, I have to teach you about safe sex." She removed Rob's hand from her cunt and took her own off his cock. She moved to the bed and retrieved the condoms. She put Rob sitting on the bed and had Justine kneel beside her. The first thing to do she explained is to make sure the penis is properly lubricated. "Lubricants you buy can be used but I prefer to do it the old fashioned way." She bent her head over Rob's cock and covered it with her mouth. She took in as much of it as she could and used her tongue for extra lubrication. When she removed her mouth she opened the condom saying. "It should always be opened using your hands. When you get good enough you can keep using your mouth on his shaft while you open it." "Make sure his foreskin is pulled back like this." Pulling back his foreskin and exposing his soft tip. "Keep the tip of the condom facing you. Now place it over his dick leaving a bit of space so his spunk can go into it." "Then pinch the tip of the condom to get the air out." "Keep one hand holding there and use the other to roll it down the shaft. Make sure it goes all the way down. Then like before we put it on we can use some extra lubrication." Again she bent her head over his cock and gave it a quick lick. "These condoms aren't that good its better to get the flavoured ones, then you'll get to enjoy it as much as Rob." Throughout this episode Rob had sat quietly on the bed letting out occasional moans as his mother worked on his dick. Justine had been watching closely from her kneeling position beside her mother. She seemed to be paying very close attention which was good. Amber asked her if she wanted to try putting one on but she replied "I want to feel what its like with the condom inside me." "OK I can give you some pointers there as well." Replied Amber She made Rob lie back flat on the bed. He tried to get up again saying he was always on top. "That's the problem." Said Amber. When both of them asked what she meant she said, "If Justine is on top she will be more in control. Rob hasn't learned to keep it in yet." Rob agreed to try it and relaxed back onto the bed again. Amber helped Justine onto the bed holding her around the waist with her fingers stroking down her landing strip. She stood at the side of the bed watching Justine lower herself onto Rob. Justine let his entire dick go into her. Amber told her to pull out a bit and to lean forward more so that her breasts would be over his stomach. When they asked why, Amber explained that the outer third of the vagina was the most sensitive and that leaning forward would help prevent Rob from slipping out of her. Amber told Justine to move at the waist guiding her hips again. Next she told Rob to play with Justine's nipples and for Justine to do the same to him. Amber was now on the bed kneeling behind Justine and was playing with Justine's tits as well. She showed Rob how to tease Justine's nipples to get them nice and hard. She applied different pressures sometimes squeezing hard and sometimes just lightly tracing her fingers across the nipple and around the rest of the breast. Justine copied what was being done on her body on Rob. He seemed to enjoy it as much as she did as he tried to move faster inside her. When Amber saw this she told him to slow down and let Justine do the work. Amber again moved her hands onto Justine. Her thumbs pressed into her ass cheeks and she reached around as far as she could. She tried to get her going in a nice rhythm that would benefit them all. Justine was clearly enjoying this more than the previous experience with Rob. Her moaning was also a lot louder although this could have been because both Rob and Amber were squeezing her breasts fairly hard. Amber considered swinging around in front of Justine and letting Rob eat her out but she figured she would give him a chance to get better at regular sex first. She looked at his face and saw that it wouldn't be long before he came. Justine had a bit to go before she climaxed but Amber thought Rob had hung on long enough for tonight. She told Rob to cum when he felt like it and got Justine to grind harder. Rob let out something between a moan and a sigh when he came. Justine was about to stand up and free herself of Rob's deflating dick when Amber put a hand on her shoulder to restrain her. "You have to take the condom off properly, Rob hold it at the base and then Justine you can get off him." They did as she said and Rob's dick fell back into his own forest of pubes. Amber wasn't finished with her lessons yet. They now had to remove the condom from his now soft dick. Justine was standing at the side of the bed while Amber was down by Rob's feet. She told Justine to get back on the bed beside her. Justine agreed still full of energy. "Take the condom off now Justine." Justine complied looking again with interest at Rob's flaccid member. There were still traces of sperm around the tip. When Amber saw Justine notice this she said, "We're going to have to clean him up and what's a better vacuum than our mouths." Amber and Justine lay either side of Rob who was just lying there in post sex bliss. Amber started by licking his shaft from the base to the tip, her tongue bringing it out of the folds of hair momentarily before it flopped back down when the pressure was removed. Justine started doing the same on the other side. Every so often her tongue and her mother's would connect and that sent a thrill through both of them. Rob's dick was twitching in response to their ministrations, but all the blood must have gone to his head because he couldn't get it to make his dick hard. When Justine reached his tip after the third or fourth licking trip she decided to take it all in her mouth. She covered it completely with her mouth, her mother giving way to her graciously. She enjoyed the feeling of movement and kept flicking it around using her tongue. It was a new experience for her and she found that she liked it immensely. While Rob wasn't exactly prime material he was still a man and sex was on their mind 99% of the day. She also knew that in a few minutes he would have recovered his ability to get an erection again. She would have to try both ways to see which she liked better. Perhaps she could give him a blow job, swallow everything and then keep working on him, there was an idea for later. Amber had not been idle. While she had given over control of Rob's shaft quickly enough she had other places on his body to play with. The first place she started on was his balls. She gently massaged them with her hands and then started using her mouth taking in one of them at a time. She wondered absently if Justine had managed to give him another erection. She wasn't sure because his whole shaft was still in her mouth. He was lying back with his eyes closed. His lips were pressed together but they were curved upwards. She moved lightly so her face was only inches from his. She lowered her lips to his enjoying the connection it gave them. Her lips were slightly parted while his remained tightly closed. She used her tongue to open them first gliding it along the outside then penetrating the lips which parted smoothly. She continued her journey inwards exploring those hidden depths. She felt like an explorer as she probed deeper looking for hidden treasures. Suddenly she felt it, a brief contact at first, an accidental brushing. Then she felt it again this time the press against hers was harder. It felt like hers but it was slightly broader and held a powerful force behind it. They came together clashing then dancing around each other. She could feel its playfulness and added as much of her own as she could, forcing it in deeper. What was it kids called it "tonsil hockey" she recalled although there was properly as many names for it as with everything else. Her tongue play had continued almost independently of her thoughts. She started to extricate it from his mouth duelling the whole time with his. When it was out the lips parted slightly and then resumed their original shape as if nothing had happened. Justine had finished playing for now as well. Both women were in two minds whether to put back on their clothes. They decided against it. They just wanted to feel each others bodies pressed together. Since Rob was still lying contentedly on Justine's bed they went into Amber's room. They lay in the bed with Amber spooning Justine in front of her. Justine could feel her mother's sizeable breasts pressed up against her back. Amber had one leg over Justine while she absently played with her tits. They both fell asleep like this both content in the others embrace and exhausted after their day of playing together. Amber and Anna Pt. 01 I walk into another gay bar. This is the fifth one I have been to in just a couple of months. I can't believe I haven't found a single decent looking girl yet. Well, I met one, but she just wanted a one night stand. With her talent, I know why. God. She was good. "I'll just have whatever red wine you got. Surprise me." As I receive my drink, I look over at a beautiful, innocent looking girl. Man, she's gorgeous. Pale, blue eyes, short blonde hair. Please oh please be- "H-hello. I'm uh, I'm Amber. This is actually my first time in a gay bar. Pretty intense, huh?" Amber. Beautiful. "Your first time? Did you just turn 21?" "A couple months ago. What's your name?" "I'm Anna. I'm 22. This is about my fifth bar within the last several months. They can be pretty intense I guess." I give her a comforting smile and pat the chair beside me. "Why not let me get you a drink?" And so started us. We talked about so many things. Our family, lives, coming out stories. We have gotten to know each other so well in such a short time. "Hey, why not come over to my place? We can talk more there." I suggest to her. She looks up at me with her beautiful eyes and nods with a heart melting smile. "Great." I grab her hand as we stand and take her out. "Did u come with somebody?" "Oh yes. My sister. I should find her and let her know." We look back inside to see a mob of people dancing and drinking. "Or I can just text her." We look at each other and laugh. We get into my car and I take her home. Once we arrive, I sit on the couch and turn on the TV. "What kind of shows and movies do you enjoy?" She sits so close to me, I can barely contain myself. "Romance and comedy. What about you?" Her voice has become a little lower than before. "Oh well, I enjoy all kinds. How about this?" A random show is playing and I have no idea what it is. "Sure." She gets closer to me, places her hand on my cheek, draws my face close to hers, and kisses me deeply. I can't resist anymore. I kiss her back deeply and passionately and try to get on top of her. She won't allow me to get on top, instead, she pushes me down, grabs my hands, and holds them above my head. She maneuvers her tongue into my mouth slowly and I follow her pattern. She bites my tongue gently and sucks on it, making me moan. She stops, looks at me, and smirks. I open my mouth to say something, but she lets go of my hands and grabs both of my boobs. I immediately close my mouth and bite my lip. She squeezes them gently then lifts up my shirt and I let her take it off. She unsnaps by bra and lowers her head. She kisses my neck several time, trailing down to my chest, and my nipples. She sucks lightly, then hard, and makes a pattern of it. This drive me crazy. She then uses her tongue to flick my hard nipple and uses her hand to pinch and twist the other. I can't help but moan again. She nibbles on it and sucks some more. When she lifts her head up, she grabs both my boobs again then goes back down and kisses my stomach, trailing down to my pants. She undoes them, slips them and my panties off, and looks at my vagina. She bites her lip and looks up at me. "Mm, it's beautiful." She licks from bottom to top and sucks on my clitoris. Damn. It's been a while. It feels so good, and she clearly knows what she's doing. As she continues licking and sucking my clitoris, I reach down and gently hold her hair up. She continues and I let out more moans, which at this point, I cannot contain. "mm, Amber." I can tell she's smiling or smirking, because she lifts her head away and puts a finger in. Slowly. Teasingly. She wiggles it around a little but goes back down on me and puts her tongue in. She wiggles it around then licks up to my clitoris once more. As she tongues my clitoris, she puts two fingers in, making me moan louder and grip her hair. She moves them in and out teasingly, then moves them around to find and hit my g-spot. Once she hits it, I moan and say "There." She continues to hit the spot and lick my clitoris, eventually making me cum. "damn Amber..." As I breathe heavily from the orgasm, she licks her fingers, and brings herself back to my face and kisses me deeply. "Anna, darling, you are now mine." And I'm perfectly fine with that. Amber and Blanca Amber and Blanca were enjoying the last few days of their Caribbean vacation. They had been friends for a number of years and had quickly developed a tradition of taking a week's vacation together every year to travel, sight-see, shop and relax. One night, after an amazing dinner of local fresh fish and a couple of bottles of wine at their resort's outdoor restaurant, they decide to take an after-dinner walk on the beach front of the resort. Leisurely, they stroll along the wet sand, picking up seashells and avoiding the occasional beached jellyfish. The ocean glinted from the combination of the setting sun and the rising moon. It was an odd vision and yet comforting in a peculiar way, night and day blending into one. After a while, Amber produces a joint, wiggling her eyebrows comically as she spoke, "Care for some after-dinner dessert?" Blanca's green eyes sparkled in the growing moonlight, a smile played on her lips as she replied, "you must've read my mind. Here I am, thinking how the only thing missing from this perfect day is a little post-meal toke." Amber pulled a lighter out of the back pocket of her shorts. Tossing her auburn hair safely over her shoulder, she flared up as they continue their sandy walk, passing the joint back and forth. Each woman takes turns occupying her lungs with the sweetly acrid smoke, then exhaling it through parted lips into the warm night air. Just as Amber is passing it back again, Blanca manages to trip over some driftwood, and falls to the sandy ground. Amber looks down, "Holy shit, Blanca! Are you okay?!" Brushing her sandy hands on her white linen shorts, Blanca smirks, "Oh sure... I'm fine... just tryin' to break in these new feet." As Amber bends down to help her, Blanca starts to giggles and it becomes contagious. The both go from giggling to all-out laughing until they're almost crying, all the while still trying to get Blanca back on her feet and doing a miserable job of it. "Ouch! I...(giggle)... think I... (hee hee)... twisted my ankle...(hiss)... owww!" Blanca leans on Amber, who slowly walks her back to their room, both of them chuckling the whole time. Amber giggles, "Had I known your motor skills would suck like this when you're stoned and on sand... I would've smoked alone!" Blanca feigns shock and gasps theatrically, "Is that any way to speak to an injured woman?" They continue with their silly talk as Amber digs out their room card to open the door. She helps to situate Blanca on the bed, sitting up with her back against the headboard, pillows under her ankle to elevate it. Amber grabs the ice bucket and says, "Gonna go grab some ice to keep the swelling down." With a wicked grin on her face, she prepares to leave, but not before digging into her pocket for the remainder of the joint along with the lighter, "Here. I don't have any Tylenol. Be right back." While Amber retrieves the ice, Blanca lights up and tokes away, holding the strong pungent smoke inside her, carefully flexing her foot. The mellowness of the weed actually helps keep her mind off her mild aches and bruises. Amber returns promptly, and improvises a cold compress by filling a shower cap from the bathroom toiletries with some ice, and places it on Blanca's ankle. Blanca holds the roach out between her slender, tan fingers to Amber, who leans her head towards it. She puckers her lips, kissing those delicate fingers holding the unlit end, taking a final toke of the rich and heady smoke. Amber sits at the foot of the bed, facing Blanca, seeing her brow crinkling in discomfort, "My ankle's starting to feel a bit numb." Amber sets aside the ice pack and unties Blanca's sandal, slipping it off and begins to cautiously massage her ankle, softly probing the mildly swollen flesh. "It doesn't seem too swollen, maybe if you stay off it as much as possible for a day, it should be fine." Blanca leans back, sighing softly, "Amber, this is so sweet of you... that feels... really good." Removing Blanca's other sandal, she begins to gently massage that foot as well. She tenderly massages each ankle, each instep, and each toe. Amber becomes mesmerized by how her friend's thighs and calves press against each other when she hits a certain spot on Blanca's arch. Hearing only soft moans and no complaints escaping from her beautiful patient, she gingerly lifts Blanca's painted toes to her lips and begins to suck on them, delicately, one by one. Blanca's eyes flutter closed as her whole body shudders and she groans, "Mmmm... hey... that sort of tickles... ohhh." Amber looks up from Blanca's toes, her caretaker's gaze replaced by something a bit more predatory and whispers, "Should I stop?" all the while caressing her instep, alternating between soft touches with her fingernails and digging a knuckle along the length of a tendon. Blanca bites her lower lip before answering, "No, please... don't stop... it's fantastic." Amber continues to slowly make love to Blanca's pretty feet. Kissing, sucking each toe, running her tongue around each one. She then strokes her hands up Blanca's long, smooth caramel-colored legs, caressing the calves, making lazy circles along her warm skin. Amber sits up and continues the leg massage in earnest, stroking her upper thighs, softly scratching the velvety soft skin right to where Blanca's shorts begin. Kicking off her own espadrilles, Amber continues her climb up Blanca's prone body, straddling her thighs. Blanca rolls her head back, and slides her hands up the headboard and gripping it, whispering, "Ohhhhh... your hands feel so cool on my hot skin." Amber undoes the knot at the bottom of Blanca's black and white plaid shirt and is presented with a black stretch lace top, restraining two beautiful peach-sized breasts. Amber strokes Blanca's taut bare belly, slipping her hands underneath the material to softly squeeze and caress her breasts, stroking the nipples and feeling them start to pebble. "Mmmm... Blanca... you feel like silk." Blanca sighs as she leans forward and brings her hands to Amber's face as she kisses her lips, sucking and nibbling on that protruding bottom lip for the first time, but certainly not the last, if she gets any say in the matter at all. Blanca enjoys men and all their manliness. But this... it's such a contrast. Everything is so soft, curvy, smooth and smaller. She continues planting soft kisses on the corners of her mouth as her fingers trace around Amber's ears and down her slender jaw, her hands taking in the curvature of her friend's face and throat. Delighted moans and sighs escape them both as they explore each other, savoring each new sensation. Blanca pushes Amber away gently, so that she can tug the woman's blue tank top out of her denim cut-offs, lifting it off and discovers Amber's lacy bra. Blanca whispers in awe, "My god, Amber... your tits... they're so full and round! Your bra looks like it's gonna bust." Smirking, Amber replies, "Yeah, I have to buy underwire bras with metal fatigue warranties." Blanca grins lasciviously as she traces a finger down Amber's satiny throat to where her décolletage begins and unclasps her bra, letting the floodgates open. She slips the straps off Amber's shoulders, reverently kissing the pink marks on her shoulders left by the straps. She hugs Amber, hiding her face in the sweet, musky valley between Amber's breasts. She brushes her lips against one large pale pink nipple and then the other, sighing, "I should be so mad with you for keeping these hidden away from me." Amber whimpers, stroking the other woman's hair as Blanca starts sucking on one of her breasts like a hungry baby, all the while squeezing and tweaking the nipple on the other. She pokes at the nipple with the very tip of her moist tongue, making it strain as it hardens and becomes tauter. Amber's pale aureoles begin to darken as her breathing become more ragged from Blanca's velvety lips latched onto her breast, suckling it, running her teeth along the nipple. "I guess this is something else we have in common," Amber murmured as she leaned down, lifting Blanca's camisole, tossing it carelessly over her shoulder. She cupped her small hands around Blanca's breasts, planting a quick kiss on each before shifting down to lick at the under-swells of her breasts and humming happily as she nuzzled all the soft skin she could reach. "Mmmm... your tits... taste... sooooo good... I could lick and suck on them all day," Amber whispered in between sucks and licks. Blanca tensed slightly. Hesitantly she spoke, "Amber... you don't think... they're too small?" Amber, surprise, gazed up at her friend for a long moment, never stopping her caresses. "Of course not. They're perfect. Round and sweet." She stroked the dark tips with her soft fingertips. "Your nipples are so sensitive. You fit perfectly in the palms of my hands... and they're so soft. How could they be too small?" Blanca smiled slowly, "Well, some lovers... have said they're on the small side." Amber tilted her head and leaned in, to nuzzle her face into the other woman's neck. "Querida, regardless of their size... they're yours... they're beautiful and they turn me on... very very much." Blanca shivered from the heat of Amber's breath on her neck, gasping happily, "Really? Mmmm... I'm so glad... I would have thought you might prefer someone built more like you. You're so very lush and curvy." Amber affectionately bit into the cords in her neck and Blanca gasped, "I didn't know if we'd ever end up in bed together." Amber reached up and tousled Blanca's hair, then kissed her hard on the lips, until their mouths opened together in a mutual moan. Their tongues each moved towards each other, slowly starting to swirl and dance around each other. After several moments, Amber finally pulled away to catch her breath, her hands still in Blanca's hair. "Blanca, it matters less to me than you'd think. I've always enjoyed your friendship and company. This is icing on the cake, being together like this. Now, can we shut up... and fuck like bunnies, please?" Blanca leaned forward to peck Amber on the lips and then mischievously pushed the other woman off her lap. They finished undressing, playfully tugging each other's shorts and panties off. They kicked off the bed coverlet and sheets to lay on the bed together, with Amber finding herself on top of Blanca. Blanca sighed as she opened her long, tanned legs and felt Amber shimmy her creamy thighs between hers. They kissed and nibbled at whatever body parts their lips could reach as their mounds pressed and bumped slowly together. Amber moaned as she gently bit into Blanca's neck again, relishing the taste of her skin, feeling the other woman thrust at her. Amber slid one hand down between them, rubbing Blanca's trimmed bush, in search of the delicate seam of flesh that she was finding herself more and more eager to locate and delve into. Blanca's hands found themselves taking a path up and down Amber's amble curves, finally resting on the pillowy cheeks of her ass. She clutched at them and gasped as she felt Amber's fingers pressing into her moistening folds. Their bodies aligned and re-aligned as they each found another way to make the other moan or sigh. Pressing here caused a shudder, nuzzling tight against here rewarded the nuzzler with a moan of tortured delight, caressing this made a stuttered hiss escape. Once Amber located Blanca's clit, still hiding under its hood, she slowly pressed her middle finger against that sensitive button. She stroked it, sliding her finger down to Blanca's entrance. She was wet. And getting wetter. So wet, slippery, like the fresh oysters they would sometimes eat at lunch. She slicked her finger with Blanca's juices and continued to rub her clit. She wet another finger, gently popping it past her many slick folds and slipped up into her dripping path. Blanca was in mid-frenzy... rubbing against that single delicious finger, feeling all that exquisite friction on her cloaked nub, while grinding onto the finger penetrating her. She clung to Amber, her tan fingers groping at her full ass, squeezing and pulling on her cheeks as Blanca rode her hand, chasing wave after wave of pleasure. Amber moved her hand away and raised Blanca's lithe legs, guiding them into the air. She sat up and kissed a trail from her calves towards that hot, liquid 'v' between her thighs. She lay down between Blanca's legs and rested the woman's legs on her shoulders. Using her fingers to spread Blanca's nether lips, she could smell her scent... sexy, spicy. And she could see her scent as well, the moisture making her folds and creases almost iridescent. The room was becoming warmer and warmer from all their playing, even with the cool ocean breeze floating in past the slightly open French doors. Amber took her pointed tongue and painstakingly ran it up and down the front of Blanca's entrance, making just the slightest contact with only the very edge of her lips. She enjoyed the contrast of it all. The short coarse hair and the soft, supple skin below it and the tangy flavor of Blanca herself, not quite salty, almost sweet. And those long silky tanned legs and the many pink-hued folds in between them. She could feel Blanca trying to bounce herself against her face. She blew cool air onto the hottest part of Blanca's body and said, "Be patient, sweetness, we've got all night." She took her thumbs and used them to hold back Blanca's outer lips. She brought her mouth down to Blanca's sweet little slit, kissing and sucking on her tiny inner labia, working her tongue down one side, then up the other. She licked each fold, sucking each crease, nuzzling every contour. Amber latched onto Blanca's tender inner lips, just nibbling and almost chewing on them. Once in a while, in an almost absent-minded fashion, she'd seek out her clit, poking and prodding it out some more from under its cloak. She lapped at the little pearl of a clit, feeling it harden and push out from its hiding place. Blanca's hand clawed at the bed sheets as she felt Amber's tongue starting to snake itself into her pussy. "Oh, more... your tongue... feel sooo good... please mooooore!!!!" Amber slipped her hands up Blanca's body until she reached her forearms. Then she ran her hands back down Blanca's arms until their fingers were laced together. This drove Blanca over the edge. She began humping at Amber's lips and chin with her hot slit, her body shuddering from the sublime feelings created by Amber's tongue. She pulled on Ambers' hands, as if she were trying to feel her tongue as deeply inside her as possible. Amber knew that Blanca was close, she could feel her insides tightening, clutching at the tip of her tongue. Pulling away momentarily, licking her lips, Amber gasped, "Cum for me, baby, cum on my tongue... I won't stop 'til I feel you all wet and juicy from cumming on my tongue." She went back to lapping at Blanca, tongue-fucking her cunt with her silky wet tongue. Blanca cried out as her climax began to take hold, her body arching, drawing up like a bow. She shook and moaned as she came and came, her fingers grasping at Amber's as her body was overcome by growing waves of pleasure. Amber slowed down her movements until she was just barely caressing Blanca's clit and tiny inner lips with the tip of her tongue. As she softly caressed her warm lips against Blanca's heated parts, she could feel the shuddering of her body beginning to slow. "Ahhhh... please stop... its' too good... it's too intense," Blanca whispered, her firm, dark body covered in a sheen of sweat. Amber raised herself up and lay next to her, brushing Blanca's hair away from her glowing face. She kissed her neck, pressing her lips to the racing pulse in her throat and slowly caressed Blanca's body, feeling her breathing returning to normal bit by bit. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ They fall asleep together, spoon-style, until Blanca wakes about an hour later. She warily hopped onto her good ankle and carefully walked over to the dresser, leaving Amber stirring softly in the bed. After a moment, she returned to the bed with five silky scarves, waving them over her head like a brightly colored whip. Coquettishly she said, "Now it's my turn to take care of you." Amber looked at her, almost shy with sleep, clutching a pillow to her naked form. Blanca asked softly, "Tell me, cariña, would I be right in guessing that the idea of a little bondage doesn't turn you off?" Amber sat up, now completely awake and no longer bashful. She stared at her new lover, a delighted look on her face. "I guess we're both psychic. Seems like I was on the money with the joint and your toes." Blanca approached her and began to tie the silk to one slender wrist, as she spoke, "Well, that little gimmick with you holding my hands made me think you probably enjoy being restrained and held down every now and then." Amber surrendered her other wrist to her friend and lover as she sighed, "Blanca, I like the way you think." Blanca took full advantage of the headboard, making due with tying the scarves to the feet of the bed and up to Amber's ankles, since there was no foot board. She stepped back to admire her handiwork. Amber's lush frame was stretched out, spread-eagle, her full breasts softly sloping to the sides. Her slightly rounded tummy dipped down into a dark brown nest of curls that opened up to a pair of completely shaved and pouty labia. Blanca's voice was hoarse with excitement as she spoke, "I think I'm going to enjoy this as much as you are." With four scarves already in use, Blanca took the final scarf and began to run the tip of one corner along Amber's arms, working her way to her armpits and down her sides. Blanca smiled as Amber's body tried to evade the ticklish material. But the struggling only caused the tickling sensations to develop, with Amber's soft giggling deepening into throaty sighs. Blanca gazed at the restrained woman's flexing leg and arm muscles as her lips parted in gasp after gasp. She waved the scarf above each nipple, flicking the fabric to and fro, listening to the moans escaping from her pretty captive. She worked her way around Amber's entire prone body. Shimmying the silk up one leg and down the other, watching the tremors shake Amber's body. She then crawled between her legs and began to truly torture Amber by resting the silk against her mound and blowing her breath through the fabric. Even though she only did that for a moment or two, Amber cried and moaned and pulled at the scarves as though someone were penetrating her very core. Blanca knew she'd been right about the bondage idea, and when she pulled the silk away, it was damp with Amber's wetness. Blanca raised the scarf to her nose, taking in the delicate scent. She said dreamily, "Oohhh, I can't wait to taste you. You truly smell good enough to eat... and that's what I want." She then took the scarf and tied her hair back with it, to keep it out of her face as she proceeded to work her way between Amber's thighs. She stroked the sensitive skin that joined pussy and thigh. She stroked the pouting, protruding lips as she lowered her face to them and kissed them. She lapped at them and felt Amber's body raise itself to her tongue. She sucked on each lip, squeezing them together with her fingers, then pulling them apart, letting Amber's juices flow. Whenever she parted them, she could see the nectar at its source, almost bubbling out of Amber. She licked at the dark pinking lining, flicking her tongue into each and every nook she encountered. Amber groaned and convulsively opened and shut her legs as far as the restraining silk would allow. Amber tasted completely different. Blanca had tasted herself on the lips and cocks of various lovers, and Amber had almost a creamy taste, like home-made birthday cake. Blanca felt Amber's eagerness as she tried to bump and grind herself onto her face. She repeated Amber's trick, blowing cool air onto the most heated morsel of flesh on Amber's body, speaking in a tsk-tsk-tsk sort of tone, "Now... now... remember what you said... we've got all night." She delicately hooked her thumbs and employed them to clasp Amber's naked outer labia. She brought her mouth down again onto Amber's delicious pussy, lapping at the hot skin before proceeding to kiss and suck on her inner lips. Amber and Blanca She lingered on the tiny clit she found, thrusting her tongue at the small semi-cloaked marble, trying to coax it out. She pursed her lips and sucked on it tenderly, as if she were sucking a nipple. When Amber's moans began to get louder, she moved her attention to less sensitive parts. Blanca softly licked each fold and crease her tongue discovered, tracing a zigzag-ish path here and there, never letting Amber know exactly where she'd feel that delightful tongue next. Blanca fastened her full lips onto Amber's supple innermost lisp, practically snacking on them, hearing Amber utter, "Oh God... yes! Bite me... eat me up!" Blanca softly munched and kissed. She exquisitely pulled on them between her lips, occasionally nibbling the very sensitized edges. Then releasing them, she straightened and stiffened her tongue and began to plunge it into the receptive opening before her. Each time she thrust in, Amber squealed softly and shook... and as she pulled out, ran the tip along Amber's now protruding clit, which made her shudder all the harder. Blanca continued this thrusting, teasing motion, driving Amber nearly delirious as she feasted on her. Amber tried raising herself to meet Blanca's lips, her body seeking more and more pleasure. Amber's juices were copious... trailing down to her asscheeks, and this inspired Blanca further. She wet her middle finger in Amber's succulent pussy, lowering her tongue's aim and poked at her tightest hole. Amber moaned as she felt that velvety wet tongue start to rim her. Blanca continued her tongue-fucking, rimming Amber's tight little bunghole, wetting and filling her simultaneously. Amber ooh'ed and ahhh'd as Blanca's tongue danced inside her delicate flesh. Then slowly, softly, Blanca popped the tip of her slickened finger in as she removed her tongue. Amber's eyes rolled in her head, her head thrashing from the intensity, gasping, "Ay... Blanca!" over and over. Blanca slipped her finger further and further, each knuckle hugged by Amber's snug sphincter. Amber cried out as her climax took hold, her body thrashing about, trembling and moaning as her ass flexed around its slim intruder. Blanca slowly, tenderly slipped her finger out of Amber. She reached up and kissed Amber's soft lips as her body slowly regained control of its movements. With Amber's body coated in a radiance of perspiration, Blanca got up from the bed, dashing, to each corner, undoing knots and releasing her friend and lover's pleasantly tormented body. Once that was done, Blanca retrieved the abandoned sheets from the foot of the bead, cloaking herself and Amber in them. Blanca draped a thigh over one of Amber's, facing her, their breasts softly touching and said, "Gee, next time I think I'll tie you up face-down." Amber's blissfully exhausted face broke into a giant smile, "Next time?!" ~ ~ ~ FIN ~ ~ ~ Amber and Daddy Mike sat in the living room of his California ranch house and stared at the digital clock at the bottom of his television screen. Time seemed to tick slower than usual as he waited for the quiet noises of his daughter preparing for bed to die out, for her to be asleep. Some basketball game was on the screen, playing at low volume, as Mike decided what kind of porn he wanted to watch that night. His preferences varied but tonight he decided to indulge in one of his most dirty fantasies: father and daughter incest videos. As the clock ticked minutes past Mike listened as Amber's bedroom door closed. After flicking off the television Mike prepared to head to his private office, the den. To be sure she was actually asleep he padded down the hallway in his socked feet towards his study, glancing under her door to see that the overhead light had been shut off. In his den, after shutting and locking the heavy oak paneled door, Mike opened a locked desk drawer and pulled out a bottle of Astroglide. He set the blue bottle beside his desktop and opened his robe. Beneath it was a pair of black jockey shorts and a white undershirt. Mike typed a password into his Mac computer's keyboard and watched the screen come to life. After a quick search in an incognito browser he leaned back in the leather chair, hitting play as the video's film started to roll. He watched as the title scrolled across the monitor, "DADDY'S GIRL PT. 3" in a bold black font. As the video started he watched a young girl on her knees taking a man's cock in her hand. She rubbed her palm against the shaft and watched as it grew harder in her grip. Once his cock was totally swollen with blood and rigid in her tight, warm fist she lowered her mouth onto the head and began taking the length of it into her wet mouth and throat. The man threw his head back as she took his member deeper and deeper inside her mouth. Mark felt his own cock stirring beneath his briefs and reached down, gently rubbing his hand on its sides as he watched the girl suck. He grew fully erect in a matter of minutes and stood, sliding his briefs down to his ankles and then sitting back in the chair again. His cock was rock hard, nine inches and thick around, pressed up against his stomach with want. As the video continued he squirted some of the lube onto his right hand and turned up the volume on the computer and began stroking. He felt so good as his hand ran up and down his hard shaft and his cock head began to leak warm precum. As the girl turned around face down on her daddy's big kind sized bed, Mike began to cum. He watched as the father pounded his nineteen-year-old daughter from behind and climaxed again and again onto his stomach, the keyboard. Mike shut the site down and cleaned up the desk and his own body and pulled up his jockeys. After washing his hands in the study's private bathroom Mike walked down the hallway, robe tied tightly, to the kitchen for a drink. Passing Amber's room he noticed the door was cracked. He wondered why, then figured she must have used the bathroom in the hallway before going to bed and forgotten to close the door on her way back to bed. Amber was eighteen, had just had her birthday, and was nearing the end of her senior year of high school. She'd been held back a year in elementary school and was more mature than most of her classmates, not only emotionally but also physically. Mike peered into the dimly lit room and was surprised to see his daughter stretched out atop her silk sheets totally nude. He watched closely as her chest rose and fell, the quiet sound of her breathing was steady. Suddenly she exhaled hard and kicked out with one foot, as if experiencing something in a dream, and her pussy came into full view. Mike felt his cock hardening in his underwear and quickly closed the door. The sound of it shutting was louder than he had anticipated and he froze in the silent hallway, hoping the noise hadn't woken her. Unfortunately it sounded as though it had. He heard a quiet fall of feet on the carpeting and watched as the door to her room swung open before his eyes. Before him stood his five foot eight daughter, her tiny curves and little breasts wrapped tightly in a nightgown she must've thrown on before opening the door. Her green eyes darted across his face as she stood in the doorway a few feet from him. "Daddy," Amber said in a quiet, almost pleading, breathy voice. "Yes Amber, what is it?" Mike replied, feeling nervous about what was going to come out his daughter's mouth next. As he stared at her before him, he was reminded of his ex-wife Karen, Amber's mother, and was struck by how similar their bodies were. He felt his cock stiffen again, halfway hard now in his briefs beneath his robe. "I had a bad dream. Would you come hold me until I fall asleep? Sometimes I feel so afraid at night and it would make me feel better to have you there with me. Please daddy, it would make me feel so much better," she whispered, her eyes fixed upon his unshaven face. He ran his hand over his grey and black stubble and nodded. "Sure honey, I'll be right in," Mike replied and watched as his daughter smiled and slipped back into her bedroom. As soon as Amber had gone back into her room Mike hurried to the bathroom and splashed his face with cold water. He tried to snap himself out of it and succeeded in making his erection go mostly down. He then brushed and flossed, rinsed his mouth out with mouthwash, shaved his face closely and applied a little scented aftershave. Once sure he was cleaned up he walked back down the hallway and entered her cracked door. Amber was underneath the sheet, half asleep, in the little silk nightie she had put on to go into the hall. He crept towards the bed, trying not to wake her, and pulled his body underneath the sheets. Slowly then he pushed himself up behind his daughter and enfolded her form with his own, putting his arms around her. She sighed, offered a brief audible thanks, and quickly fell fully asleep. Mike felt odd pressed up against Amber like he used to press himself up against her mother and before he knew it he was thinking about fucking Karen. He tried to get the thought out of his head but was already feeling movement in his briefs. He hoped that Amber wouldn't notice and repositioned his body so that his groin wasn't up against her ass. Amber moved in her sleep and pushed her ass backwards and as the nightie slid up he found that she was naked beneath the little dress. He gasped quietly and felt himself grow totally hard. Before he knew what he was doing, his right hand was down the front of his briefs and pulling them down to free his throbbing dick. He rubbed it in his palm and found that it was harder than he had been in years. In the darkness Mike started to stroke his cock and felt himself getting close to orgasm. He stopped for a moment and checked if Amber had woken up with the steady rocking of her mattress. Her breathing seemed even so Mike slid his cock against the crack of her round and soft ass. He imagined sliding it inside the tight hole and felt himself nearing climax again. Stopped again. After a few minutes in the quiet he felt Amber stirring again, this time as if awake. She pulled his hand from her stomach to her breast and then moaned softly as he fingered her nipple. He realized quickly she had been away the whole time and had felt her father's hard dick up against her ass. He reached down again and found the lips of her cunt to be swollen and her pussy to be dripping wet. Her warm mound was pulsing with want as he slide his two fingers into it and began pumping back and forth. Amber moaned again, this time louder, and rolled to face him. "Oh daddy, I've wanted this for so long. Fuck me daddy. Make it hurt. I want to feel your hot cum inside me," she moaned as she pressed her lips to his. Mike felt her body against his as she undid her nightie and pulled off his robe. Next off came his shirt. In just his jockeys, around his knees by now, Mike looked at his naked girl above him. She was perfect and he played with her clit as she held herself above him. Her pussy then started to lower and he realized that she was going to mount his rock hard cock and ride him. As she lowered her tight little cunt onto his dick he moaned, loud and long, into the darkness of his daughter's room. She began to ride fiercely, as if it was not her first time, and pumped up and down as he grew to full attention inside of her. He watched as his long hard rod pounded her, sliding in and out, growing wetter and wetter. The veins of his cock were rippling and she seemed to be enjoying the sensation inside of her as she moaned his name. "Oh Mike, oh daddy, you're the only man I need. I wanna be your little slut. Fuck me every day, oh please give it to me, make my little pussy cum..." Amber yelled out. As he heard this Mike began to thrust as he never had before, slamming Amber over and over as she began to moan with a more and more high-pitched key. Suddenly, without realizing it was going to happen, he began to cum. His hot cum shot forth from the head of his cocking, filling his daughter with the sticky whiteness of it. As he shot over and over inside of her, she began to cum. Amber suddenly shook atop of him, moaning uncontrollably and tightening hard around his cock with her little pussy. She rolled off after finishing and began to push her ass, once again, into his now flaccid penis. As she did this, Mike could not believe he felt the stirrings again, so soon after having just climaxed. Within five minutes Amber was rubbing his cock, spitting into her hand and smiling at him with a dirty smirk. His cock rose in her hand, expanding to its full four and a half inch circumference, and she told him that she was kind of tired. Mike moaned. "Baby girl, that's not fair. You need to finish what you start, and oh boy have you got daddy started..." he said to her. She shrugged, smiled, "Daddy why don't you just get yourself off and cum onto my chest? I'd like that. If you'd like I can play with myself while you jerk it." Next thing he knew Mike was hunched over his daughter, straddling her stomach and jacking his cock towards her breasts furiously. God he had not been so horny since his teen years, looking at her little tits and wet pussy as she fondled it. He rubbed the thickness of himself and moaned louder and louder as he approached finishing. Suddenly, beneath him, Amber began to cum and cried out, her face a mask of pure ecstasy and without notice Mike began to shoot cum onto her little titties, all across them, and then, unable to help himself from doing so, all over her innocent face. She moaned and licked at his cum at the side of her mouth as she relaxed from her orgasm and pulled him down beside her. "Oh daddy... You'll have to fuck me again and again. I may need to take tomorrow off from school, because I don't think I can get enough by then..." Amber said as she felt her father begin to get hard against her ass again. Mike smiled as he flipped her over and mounted her from behind, ramming himself into her wet pussy as she bit into the pillow.