4 comments/ 26925 views/ 5 favorites One Amazing Life Ch. 01 By: JasonRTaylor A/N: Of course all characters who are sexually active are 18 or older. Chapter One: Introduction 'Amanda Taylor may very well be the sexiest woman I've ever fucked.' This thought was quickly emphasized by the intense pleasure her sweet pussy gave me as she worked herself up and down my shaft. I held on to her slender hips and watched her full breasts sway and bounce in time with her rhythm as she rode me cowboy style, my feet on the floor as I lay back on my bed. The look on her face as she slowly lowered herself caused me to clench hard; the sheer eroticism of watching this gorgeous young woman give herself totally to the moment was quickly becoming more than I could bear. Without warning, the auburn haired beauty began slamming herself up and down upon my cock, a feral cry erupted, the noise filling the room. I didn't even understand at first that it was me. ... Opening my eyes (and blinking a bit to clear the dizziness) I realized I had cum without even feeling it, well, coming. I dimly remember suddenly roaring out my climax while Amanda rocked my world. The actual climax was so intense it had nearly caused me to black out. She had won this round, and I could see from her smug look that she thought she had worn me out, however I had a surprise for her. Once I recovered. "Amanda you..." "Won?" she interrupted, her lust-darkened brown eyes full of mischief. Her soft voice was husky, she had a strange accent (Southern and North-Eastern US mixed? I couldn't tell) that sounded like pure sex to me the first time she introduced herself, was it only three days ago? I laughed, I couldn't help myself, and her answering giggle was music to my ears. Her soft laughter also caused quakes and spasms in her pussy muscles - which were still wrapped tightly around my half-hard cock. I could already feel myself responding yet I didn't want to ruin my chance at catching her unawares. And I still needed to catch my breath. "You certainly came close, I'll admit you almost won." I answered with a wide grin. We'd been going at it for almost an hour - having skipped out of training at lunch - and at the age of forty four I was being sorely tested to keep up with this hot twenty-something. Though I'd brought her to at least three orgasm's by my count, this was my second and I could feel the stirrings of readiness for one more go. It helped that she was sexy as hell. Needing a way to distract her, I grabbed her marvelously tight little ass with both hands and pulled her off of my re-awakening cock, scooting her towards me along my stomach. The resulting 'schmuck' sound from our soggy nether regions caused another giggle to erupt from my young lover and I quickly felt my stomach become coated in our juices. Damn did I love that giggle! I couldn't help but smile adoringly up at her. Amanda leaned down and taunted my lips with her light pink nipples; her long dark hair fell in waves framing her smiling face and tickled mine. "What do you mean, 'almost'? You are down and out mister, I win!" Her voice and lips both held a hint of a pout and yet her eyes told a much more playful story. Suddenly she sat upright and her face lit up with a dazzling smile as she announced, "And I know exactly what I want for my prize!" I answered her triumphant grin with a lazy, hooded-eyed smile of my own, "hmm, well I may not be ready to surrender quite yet." I drawled out in a poor imitation of her hybrid-southern accent. As I spoke I brought my hands up from her hips to cup her wonderful round tits. I began to run my fingers over her nipples as I gently hefted their weight. Amanda had hidden these beauties under her conservative dress style and loose tops, fooling even my practiced eye; I was pleasantly surprised at her full C cups. Keeping my sweet young lover occupied while I gathered my strength was no hardship. If the soft coos she made as I pleasured her tits were not enough incentive, her lovely, youthful face was so expressive that I thought I'd blow my load the first time she came some time earlier this afternoon. Even now, with only her nipples being stimulated, Amanda had closed her eyes, thrusting her chest out for my attention. Her mouth opened slightly and she began to whimper and pant in the most erotic display I'd ever seen. Again. I only just realized it was that same sexually expressively face that helped send me over the edge only moments ago. "You better not be starting something you can't finish buster!" she half whined/half growled out as her dark eyes bored into mine. I simply smiled back, enraptured with her expressions. As if testing the waters, the slender young woman atop me lifted her tush and slid back. She settled down and began rubbing along my erection with her slippery pussy lips. Her dark brown eyes widened as she felt just how much I'd recovered. Wow did I love that look, I think I finished hardening just from how hot she looked with her eyes wide and her lips slightly opened. I shook myself from my reverie and was frustrated to hear my voice crack a bit as I taunted my beautiful partner, "Maybe one more ride?" Ready or not, she was on to me, so I brought my left hand down to give her tight ass a playful swat, eliciting another of her wonderful giggles. With my right hand I reached up to play with the soft lips of her generous mouth, pleased with her response as she hungrily sucked on my long index finger. I couldn't help but take the opportunity to lean up and suckle first one breast and then the other. As soon as she had my finger nice and wet, I leaned forward quickly, sending Amanda falling backwards, her arms flailing for a moment as I unbalanced my rider. I hooked my calves on the end of the bed for leverage and declared, "You haven't won yet!" I added my right hand under her fantastic ass as she grabbed hold of my shoulders for support. Amanda wrapped her arms around my neck and stared me down with a mock glare. She seemed breathless from my sudden move and I couldn't help but be taken aback by her beauty as her breathing settled down. Our eyes locked and her brown eyes searched my blues. I wasn't ready for that look so I quickly leaned in to kiss her already kiss-swollen lips. She responded as she had to everything else, with a fervor that made my toes curl. Finally I broke the kiss and my heart just about burst at the look upon her face: her blushing cheeks and bashful smile made me want to kiss her all day long ; she quickly looked down and rested her forehead against mine. 'Damn', I thought, 'this woman is getting way too intense, and she's really getting to me'. The uncomfortable silence stretched on for a moment, then two and I started to wonder what I was going to do to put us back on track. Then again, she had never stopped moving her wet puss on my now-hard member. 'Duh', I scolded myself, 'get going!' "Did you want to give up then?" I asked as innocently as I could, even as she continued to grind her cunt lips along my shaft; her shoulders relaxed and she gave me another of her soft gigles that turned into a brilliant smile. Quickly Amanda began to make little "humm's" and "ohhh's" in time with her rocking motions. She leaned back and ground herself along my length, thrusting her fabulous breasts in my face she gave me her answer in a breathy, whispered demand: "Fuck me." God this woman was HOT! She probably thought I was going to have her ride me while I sat there at the edge of the bed, but that was where my surprise came in. Before my lover had a chance to settle onto my cock, she discovered why I wanted my finger wet. I pressed my spit lubed finger knuckle-deep into her tight little asshole even as I plunged my now recovered cock straight into her drenched pussy. Once again her eyes widened and now it was time for me to show this sweet young thing that I was a man of my word. Moving forward so just my ass was on the edge of the bed, I began thrusting my hips upwards; still using my calves for leverage against the bed. Amanda's long throaty groan of approval made me smile wickedly, she had no idea what she was in for. "What's that look for?" she moaned out as she moved further onto my lap, seating my cock fully into her tight pussy with another long moan that sent a shiver of lust through my whole body. It took a second or two for the effect of her moan to lapse enough that I realized she was staring at me, expecting an answer. Oops, busted. "You'll" *thrust*, "see", *thrust*, was my only response. I set the pace hard and fast from there. Amanda's long legs had now wrapped around my middle, and she could only hold on as I began forcing her up and down, controlling her body with my hands on her pert bottom, one finger just slipping into her tight little ass. As I rocked our bodies upwards, I pulled her ass down, sending her sliding down onto my shaft. Then I lifted Amanda's lithe body along my length as I fell back to the edge of the mattress. Immediately I slammed her back onto my cock as my body was rebounding from the bed. My beautiful auburn conquest held on tightly to my shoulders as I began to pummel her grasping slippery pussy; the smells and noises of our energetic sex filled the bedroom. Her moans, grunts and sighs should be recorded - it was erotic ambrosia for the ears. Just as she was beginning to get used to the pace, I began to slide my long finger deep into her virgin ass (she had revealed that little secret in our talks the night before over drinks). The 'oof' she made as I filled her back door made me grin devilishly again. My finger met little resistance, being coated in our juices and catching her off guard. Amanda's weak protest of "naughty", grunted out between moans, gave me permission to keep going. I was rocking my lover with each thrust, yet I wasn't making the progress I hoped for. Though my sweet lover was moaning and thrashing, even grunting 'yes' and 'oh please', I hadn't gotten her to cum yet. And I really Needed her to cum! The angles needed to hold, lift and penetrate her were straining my arms and back, my legs were working overtime and I was starting to doubt my plan. I lowered my lips to her collarbone, sucking and biting as I prepared for the next attack on my lovely, willing victim. Gathering my strength, I stood with Amanda's long slender body clinging to mine. I began lifting her, one hand holding her ass and the other pushing a finger to the hilt into her ass and then out again, all the while I gripped her tight little cheeks and manipulated her body on my cock. My legs were starting to shake as I slowly leaned forward, then began withdrawing the crown of my cock in a search for her g-spot. Her weight was held mostly by her arms and legs wrapped tightly around me. "You're crazy," she breathed out in a whimper, her lips grazing my ear as our cheeks pressed together. I had no energy for a reply. When I felt my cock-head gripped by her tight outer muscles I thrust straight into my beauty's deepest reaches with a lunge upwards; as my cock bottomed out I began grinding deep into her dripping cunt, mashing her clit with my pubic bone and churning her pussy with my cock. Amanda began to wail, a long half scream/half moan that I felt reverberating through the clench of her puss and into my finger buried in her back door. "Soooo Goooood," she drawled out in one long breath until I interrupted her with a series of rough, rutting thrusts. Amanda's fingers began scrambling at my shoulders, leaving scratches even as she locked her arms around my neck again. The sting of her teeth as she bit down on my shoulder explained the sudden silence, yet I hadn't felt that tell-tale quake of her pussy on my cock. With sweat streaming from my forehead I reached deep for another burst of energy, hoping to drive her hot body past anything she'd experienced before - just like I had promised. With a well timed swipe my middle finger was covered in the juices that gushed from her tight pussy, another well timed maneuver later and she was hosting two of my fingers up her tight back door. Amanda's head whipped back as he began to howl and a fresh gush of her cream splatted my balls and ran down my legs as my cock was squeezed almost painfully. I quickly cut off her noisy response with a sloppy kiss and then turned around and lowered her onto the bed, her inner muscles spasming around my length even as her moans finally subsided; Amanda's head lolled to the side as if she were out cold. My sated lover barely responded when I eased my fingers from her poor, abused and no-longer-virgin ass. My cock was still hard in her throbbing pussy, I was actually astonished at myself at this point. Taking a moment to grab (someone's) shirt from the bed, I wiped my forehead and tried to steady my breathing. Then I saw Amanda's barely open eyes staring up at me. I slowly licked my fingers that had been up her ass, once again getting that sexy 'astonished' look on her gorgeous little face. Amanda is an unusual combination physically, though the total package is easily cover-girl beautiful. She's tall for my tastes at 5'10", even though I'm 6' 3". Her small, youthful face makes her look almost too young to be legal. (I found out she's 27 and Hates to be called anything childish or treated as though she's not a capable adult.) Despite her height she has a slender build that somehow holds both a sizable chest and that tight little ass on slender hips. Amanda was girlishly cute in her conservative, concealing business attire which complimented her professional attitude, at least the first day of class. The naked beauty laying sprawled before me however was all woman - and she was my instructor in the computer course I was taking. Right now my teacher was breathing like a marathon runner - so was I for that matter - and just as she began to try to speak I gave my last effort, pulling her legs up and pinning her wide-open; I literally began ramming my body into hers. This position turned out to be much more difficult with such a tall woman, instead of wrapping my arms under and grabbing her by the shoulders as I was used to, I settled with grasping her slender hips. "Come for me!" I demanded even as I thrust forward, holding her with a tight grip so I didn't push her onto the bed. I could feel myself tiring and I'd be damned if I wasn't going to win this bet; but it was more than that, I truly wanted this beautiful woman to be deliriously happy... with me. I knew she had cum again, I could feel her cum all the way down to my knees, but I hadn't been able to make it a 'big one'. With Amanda grunting and crying out with each deep thrust, I dedicated my whole being to make my lover lose all control. While she hadn't been exactly quiet in previous climaxes, I could tell I was on the right track with this position. Amanda began to moan and mumble, her head turning to face one way then the other, eyes clenched and her expression one of almost painful anticipation. I saw her arms tense, her knuckles were white as she held bunches of the bedspread in her grip. "I want you to cum you sweet, sexy, gorgeous thing; God you are the hottest woman I've ever seen," I praised hoarsely. Then I switched to demands, my voice turning to an almost-growl. "I want you to scream for me, cum for me Amanda, pull my cum from my balls, milk me! Cum on my thick cock! Give it to me!" By this time I was almost as incoherent as my lover, however I knew for certain once her orgasm hit. Her eyes were almost all pupil as they snapped open and locked on mine, her mouth opening in a ragged scream. Even the muscles in her neck tensed to rigid cords as her body rocked and she thrust her hips forward to force me as deep as possible. Her final grunt was practically feral, I was so turned on by this woman right now I almost blew my load - bet be damned. It took all my concentration not to let her milk me for what was sure to be my last load of the afternoon; she was still babbling dreamily but I wanted to give her more. I know, at this point I was irrational, but all I could focus on was, well... more. I honestly don't think I could have stopped I was so turned on. Steadying my balance with my hands on her outstretched knees, I lowered my own hips and began to slowly, steadily drag the ridge of my cock-head out of her; sawing in and out of her still-quivering, sloppy, bright pink puss as I searched for 'that spot' once again. It was all I could do not to watch her lovely face for clues - I had learned my lesson! Her moans however were also weakening my resolve. I wondered once again if was there any way this woman didn't turn me on. Taking a moment to gently moisten my fingers along her slit, I knew immediately when I had found my goal from the way she shuddered beneath me. I started methodically grinding my cock-head up and down and then around her small but oh-so-sensitive g-spot. The moment she opened her mouth I brought my cum-soaked fingers across her clit in a quick strumming motion. Her moan turned into a choked scream, but still it wasn't enough. Taking a chance I brought one hand up and roughly grabbed and twisted her left nipple. Amanda reacted by thrashing to the side - I had to quit or risk being bucked right off! Thinking fast I first flicked and then slapped my gorgeous partner's little pink clit. That did it, she came again on top of her ongoing orgasm and the squirt of her juices was proof - if my now sore dick getting nearly squeezed in half wasn't clue enough. Thankfully soreness wasn't the primary feeling coming from my loins as my balls released deep within her clutching folds. Amanda continued to shudder as I finally emptied within her, I will admit it was all I could do to pump a few times and then subside while her trembling pussy muscles relieved me of what little semen I had left. Even more impressive, to me at least: I didn't simply fall on top of my lover. Though the thought did travel through my tired body, instead I performed one last feat of strength, endurance and flat out luck as I pulled her slender frame to mine even as I rolled us onto our sides, bouncing onto the bed in exhaustion. It would have been amazing... if our legs weren't sticking off the edge of the bed. But at least we both laughed about it as we struggled up the bed to lie fully on the tangled sheets, me practically dragging my lover along with me. Amanda smiled as she peeked up at me with barely open eyes, whispered a weak "you win", then slowly snuggled in; she kissed my chest and fell asleep. I lay back and found that I was somehow wide awake. Exhausted, happier and more sated than I could ever remember, but wired. My thoughts wandered as my hands wandered around the woman in my arms. Avoiding anything approaching deep thoughts, I reviewed what had led to the last hour's epic sex. ... It started the moment she walked into the company's training room. I was attracted to her in a way that still makes me a bit nervous - to be blunt I've avoided thinking about it. It's not just that I was immediately hard, it was the fact that I Stared at her. Remember, I'm not a wide-eyed teen here, and by the way this was my business that she was standing in - I had contracted her firm to send her to teach myself and my IT staff about the new software we had purchased. To say that my behavior was inappropriate would be a serious understatement. And yet.. I am the boss so I guess I didn't have anyone to point out my inpropriety. After flirting shamelessly with my instructor for the first two days of the course, the other three students had come down with the flu, which left she and I alone for the third day. We continued to openly flirt with one another all morning. Finally I had told her that I could make her skip the whole afternoon if she let me take her to lunch. One Amazing Life Ch. 01 It was a gamble, obviously there was enough innuendo to blow any weak cover I tried should she be offended. Yet her answer was a challenge of a different kind; she had asked 'and what do I get if you can't?' The low growl in her delightful accent had my blood racing. Barely forcing my mind back in gear, I simply answered 'anything you want my dear lady.' Her smile was absolutely predatory when I offered to 'fix her something at my place'. Fixing her something was delayed by a tour of my modest three bedroom home, which didn't make it past my room. ... We awoke much later; the day had turned to evening. The clock stayed my fear that we'd slept all night, though it was almost eight pm. If I hadn't already been smitten with the young Miss Taylor, her bashfulness as I watched her dress was almost too adorable. My heart filled with a longing that I knew better than to entertain. Still, I was going to enjoy every moment I was allowed with this enchanting young woman. We went out to eat - nothing fancy, we were too hungry and tired to worry about dressing for anything past the local diner. The waitress gave me a forlorn look (another story) and Amanda and I settled in with some simple fare to fill our growling bellies. As we ate we talked, bantering back and forth in the flirtatious way that had landed us in bed earlier today. The thing is, we really seemed to click. We had refreshingly similar views on the big issues, and yet debated the nuances without getting offended. Our musical tastes were a wonderful match, yet our movie experiences were extremely different. We spent quite a bit of time reassuring ourselves that though we had the same last name, we were not in fact related, as far back as our grand parents anyways. I found myself wishing we could share more, learn more, to get closer to this lovely, intelligent, desirable woman. Then she asked the question I wasn't expecting. She wanted to know how I learned to be a good lover - and not in the general sense - she wanted me to tell her my sexual history. I balked, it was a rather odd request. So she started fondling my crotch through my jeans shorts with her long, soft fingers... right there in the side booth of the local diner. "Don't tell me he's not recovered yet?" Amanda playfully pouted. Her hands continued to not-so-gently work my awakening dick, though she avoided rubbing my still-sensitive head. I could only nervously look about the diner which was not just my favorite in town, but the place just five blocks down the street from my house. Everyone in here knew me. However all of those thoughts went out the window with the next two sounds: My zipper pulled down and Amanda's low, sexy accented voice right up next to my ear. "If you tell me a story you can tuck me in tonight..." My smile must have told her that I had expected no less, even if the look on her face did make my erection thicken fully under the table. "...and if you are a good boy, I promise to call you out of class tomorrow." I narrowed my eyes in confusion, not sure what she meant. Before I could form the question, her hand - which was massaging and tugging on my length - began to rub the sensitive skin right under the cock-head. I almost choked. "I'll call you into the hall for a private oral exam, but I want you to cum in my pussy and my mouth. Then you'll know that your seed will be filling my pussy and my tummy while I teach your staff and you stare at my tits." My mind was following along with the scenario wonderfully until that last part. I knew my eyes had narrowed again as I thought of Amanda's thus-far-stodgy dress code. Once again the beauty that was working my shaft spoke again before I could voice my question. "I think tomorrow I should wear something a bit less... conservative. Could I wear one of your shirts?" Oh. Shit. "Hell yeah," I blurted, much louder than I intended, and actually felt myself blush. I was overheating at this point and was starting to lose focus due to the relentless stroking of Amanda's soft hand combined with the images she kept assaulting my mind with. Amanda, my innocent looking and modestly dressed teacher, was giving me lurid details on how she would have sex with me in the middle of training, and all I had to do was take a few moments to reveal some embarassing stories. I couldn't see any reason not to give in. Of course by this point I was likely to have made her a VP if she had asked. I began telling my story... she immediately stopped me. Then my sweet young lover asked the real doozie: she wanted me to start with the 'real me'. Where was a born, raised, what was my childhood like. Blinking back my surprise, I took a breath, looked her in her dark-chocolate colored eyes, and told her the basics. I was born to a struggling couple, a young college girl and her older professor. (Amanda smirked, but I assured her the coincidence was just that, this was really my story). My parents split when I was ten, Mom got me and we moved to south of Chicago where she had family. (I went into a bit more detail, especially at her rather 'persuasive' urging, but I'll spare you the rest.) My cock was rock-hard in her hand, yet she wasn't trying to get me off, just keeping me primed. When I told her 'that's it' as far as my childhood... she wanted more details. How young was I when I first started looking at girls sexually. When was my first kiss, blowjob, everything. Shaking my head, I sat and tried to recall... I realized I had never really given it any real thought before. . . . Although I never had anything close to actual sex before I grew up, I did find porn mags and read my aunt's 'Kama Sutra Guidebook' well before I could put it into any practical use. I didn't think these were anything out of the ordinary - everyone I knew had looked at porn in their teens. Amanda was fascinated; my prim looking teacher was indeed quite sexually inexperienced until her twenties, though she insisted that she had "plenty" of boyfriends. With a face and body like hers, how could I doubt it? My memory of my first kiss was easy. When we had just moved into our new neighborhood in Illinois the neighbor girl came up and said hi. I thought I was in love and told my mother so that night. She laughed, but I spent every moment I could trying to get closer to that girl, Michelle. I remember 'making out' with her, my first kiss was full of tongue! Amanda laughed and called me a perv going after older women, Michelle Phillips - my dream girl - was two years older than me. She then laughingly asked if it was because I was so 'built', that girls attacked me even at a young age? I shrugged. For as far back as I could recall I never had trouble talking to girls as friends. By the time I was 18 I was tall and broad like my father, standing 6'2" and 200 pounds. I have my father's wavy sandy-brown hair but my mother's bright "Taylor-blue" eyes. Through my high school years I was on the swim team. I did well, being a powerful swimmer, but I was "too big to compete" according to my coaches. I showed them by winning several meets and getting a partial scholarship to the local U. I didn't have many friends - I only connected with much older guys... I was unable to relate to my male peers. Girls seemed to find me easy to talk to and I certainly preferred their company. The problem was that while I did not mind girl friends, I had my heart set on only one candidate for Girlfriend: Michelle Phillips. I dropped everything and everyone for Michelle, when she had time for me. She was my first and only crush, the girl next door who I was best friends with and nothing more ever since she had turned thirteen and begun getting breasts. From that point forward she was always just out of my reach, and though I was too dense to realize it at the time, I was just a boy to her. What a difference two years makes during those years. I spent early high school just as frustrated as the majority of boys my age despite all the boasting and bullshit in the locker room. Then came the summer before my senior year; during the annual family reunion I gained my first real sexual experience. We had been out at the small farm in mid-state Illinois where the family was from for about three weeks. My grandfather thought it was appropriate that all the grandchildren help with chores. At 18 I was the oldest (6 years older than my niece Laurel, 9 older than our cousin Theo) so I got to push the clunky old mower through the 3' tall cheat grass that had sprung up all over the sprawling farm. By the end of the second day I had callouses grown over my burst callouses - my hands were raw. My feet, legs, arms and back were sore - I was used to living in an apartment building so no mowing. That night my Aunt Lynn took me aside as the other adults were breaking out the cards. She told me to go soak in the hot tub, claiming it would help my muscles. I grunted assent and went to my room, slipping into my only swim-wear, my school team briefs. I was surprised to find my aunt right outside my door wearing a full-length white terry cloth robe. I had not realized she meant to join me... I grabbed my towel and looked questioningly at her pretty face in the low light of the hall. She gave me a strange look, but then smiled and hooked her arm in mine. "Lets get you into that tub, you must be wore out," she smiled as she led me down the hall to the back door. Her attitude immediately relaxed me and we chit-chatted on the short walk around the house to the hot tub. My aunt began instructing me on how to work the controls. While I followed her instructions on removing the tarp, Lynn had removed her robe and revealed her one piece swim suit, a rose printed number that did nothing to hide her figure. I had admired my Aunt Lynn before - you'd have to be dead not to - but this was the first time I had seen so much evidence of how hot she really was. "...You're, really pretty," I managed to finally say, proud that I hadn't stammered. I did, however, continue to openly stare at this lovely woman in the soft, yellow light of the single overhead bulb. Aunt Lynn gave me a glowing smile, but turned away, fiddling with the hot tub controls again. Standing just 5'4", my mom's 30-something sister showed no signs of having had two kids to my roving eyes. Her hips were flared but her stomach had only the slightest bump and her waist was trim. What I would guess now were size 33 round B cups were very nicely proportioned for her small frame and narrow build. Lynn had the family's trademark black hair and "bright Taylor-blue" eyes, though her skin was quite nicely tanned for our Scotch-Irish skin. I hastily looked around to see if anyone were watching us, and realized we were essentially hidden. I remembered from playing in here as a kid that the bug screen allowed you to see out of, but not into, the gazebo that covered the hot tub. The rest of the kids had gone to bed, the adults were all playing a heated game of pitch that I knew would last for hours... Unless someone got close enough to hear the gurgling of the water or the hum of the pump, we were quite likely not to be noticed. Having finished my work, my eyes were openly roaming my aunt's sexy body. Taking in the sight of her tight ass and toned legs as she leaned this way and that, adjusting valves and checking filters until finally she gave a satisfied nod. Turning back to me I saw that look in her eyes again; I imagine mine to have been deer-in-the-headlights. I was keenly aware that my erection was peeking over the top of my swimsuit, which was only a bit bigger than a speedo, and with nothing but my towel to hide this fact. I was somewhere between terrified and mortified. Terrified won out when I thought of my uncle Charles finding me and killing me for coming on to his wife. (My fear was justified, the man was a nutcase!) Stepping up to the rim of the tub, Aunt Lynn looked me in the eye and smiled. "Can you help me into the tub, it gets slippery with the bubbles." I scooted around and offered her my right arm, keeping my towel firmly against my chest with my left. The heavy terry-cloth towel was dangling down to my knees, but I was still terribly nervous. Even as I tried to come up with an escape plan I thrilled as my arm was pressed into the side of her breast as she leaned on me. "Well, get in!" My sexy aunt patted the spot beside her and gave me a reassuring smile. I convinced myself that I was being paranoid, once I got into the water I would be covered, the light was dim. Turning to put the towel away from the water, I stepped into the steaming hot water sideways, shielding my erection from view. I got in with a bit more of a splash than I'd intended though I congratulated myself on avoiding being killed for exposing myself. I sank into the roiling, hot water and settled in with the water just below my shoulders. The "ahhh" that involuntarily escaped me was embarrassing, especially as my aunt laughed. I did note that she had a pretty laugh, and, desperate to deflect attention, I told her so. She stopped laughing and just looked at me with a strange smile. "When did you become such a charmer?" she continued to smile. "I bet your girlfriend really appreciates it." I simply shook my head. Of course I had no girlfriend. I was pining for Michelle yet again, or still or whatever. It was worse now, having spent some on-and-off time with her since she returned from her sophomore year in college. Nothing past hang-out time. Not one kiss since fifth grade. I was such a loser. Distracted by thoughts of what I wanted to do to my fantasy girl, my sexy - and very much Here - aunt Lynn maneuvered closer. "You're all tense you poor guy, here, let me help." With these words she pushed me up and forward as I felt her scoot behind me. I was so busy trying to ensure that my aunt didn't see my erection that I was unprepared for her to pull me back. Her words, "Lean back, let me work on these sore muscles," were not sexy at all, and I tried to think of filling out financial aid forms or what college may accept me - anything to distract myself from the situation to let my stiff cock finally relax. Then she pulled me back against her. As soon as my back touched her breasts my dick was at full attention and barely being held against my stomach by my straining suit. With no small amount of pain involved. Lynn must have felt me tense up as she insisted that I relax, forcing me back further against her soft tits. I swear I must have had a goofy grin on my face, and I remembered thanking God that my aunt was behind me and unable to see. As she kneaded my neck and shoulders, I began to relax. Sure I could imagine her hard nipples against my back, but that was just my imagination - and the reality was that my muscles ached and she was helping. Aunt Lynn worked down my arms for a long time, and then my back, having me lean forwar. I stifled my imagination of my but pushing against her sex and relaxed as her hands kneaded and rubbed my tired muscles. She seemed to effortlessly pull me back into her arms, and I was so relaxed I let her. I thought my aunt was done and was just giving me a hug. ... and then she began to rub my front, squeezing and rubbing my developed, but not heavily muscled chest. She moaned, right into my ear, and I was suddenly more tense than I started. Panic returned full force. My cock, absolutely refusing to relax, stood rock hard as her hands moved around my chest and slipped down to my stomach. Again she told me to relax, and then she became suddenly still herself. Wrapped as she was around me, I couldn't help but notice her whole body stiffen up. She had brushed my cock lightly, then immediately her hand closed around my shaft. I was busted. Aunt Lynn let out a long breath I hadn't realized she was holding and began to gently squeeze my dick, making some lame joke about how tense I really was. Or maybe it was really clever. Hell, maybe she barked like a dog for all I know, my entire universe was wrapped up a few inches below the roiling surface of the water. Pulling me all the way back, my aunt wrapped her legs around my middle and still she was so petite that she was just able to lift her chin up to my shoulder. She whispered and cooed in my ear and I began to tremble. "That's it, let go of that tension Jason, here, let aunty Lynn help." I don't actually recall how I got up on the rim of the tub, my legs still in the frothy water, wet butt on the cool flag-stone edging... I do distinctly remember the way my aunt Lynn's long dark hair spread out and pulled back as her head bobbed up and down on my cock. Somewhere along the way she had turned off the jets. The only sounds in the room were coming from my lap. Lynn grunted like an animal as she slid one hand up and down my shaft and plunged her face into my lap over and over. Looking into the water, I could see her other hand was pressed between her legs and I watched fascinated as she played with herself. My sexy, beautiful aunt... my mother's sister... was giving me my first blowjob. From the noises she was making she was enjoying it immensely. She licked up and down my shaft, the whole time rolling my heavy balls in her small hands. I think I would have cum a lot sooner had I not been partially in shock. She solved that by taking me all the way into her mouth in one diving move of her sexy mouth... I was suddenly ablaze with the need to let loose! I clamped down with every fiber of my being, I wanted this to last so badly! Feeling the urge to cum subside, I released a pent up breath and looked back down. Just in time to see and feel my Aunt Lynn slowly pulling her lips up my shaft. As she pulled up she met my eyes, that was that moment that I knew I could not hold out much longer. (To this day it is one of the sexiest memories I have; I left this detail out in my account to Amanda, not knowing how my excitable young partner might have reacted.) Blinking my eyes, I stared down at the spectacle of my incestuous aunt staring back at me, gradually pulling the whole of my cock from her mouth. She heaved a breath and giggled like a little girl. (I thought, just for a moment that I had heard another giggle, but my attention was pulled back to Lynn as she spoke.) "Such a beautiful cock!" She licked the length of me. "So thick," lick "and long" lonnnng lick "and the head!" she hummed as she poked my dickhead up into her mouth, licking underneath. That was it, I was frankly amazed I'd held out that long, but with the humming came that familiar churning in my balls. I found myself clenching my jaw as I announced: "Coming!". Aunt Lynn didn't stop, didn't pull back, instead she thrust my cock down her throat and gave a long, gurgling moan. And then my world exploded. When you consider that I basically flung myself backward and hit my head on the pump casing, that's a mild description. (Amanda threw her head back and laughed aloud at this, causing the dozen or so other patrons to look right at us. I calculated the angles of each and every set of eyes in desperate hope that nobody could see my partially exposed dick in her left hand as she wiped her eyes with her right. Crazy girl!) In any case, that was the end of my first encounter, Aunt Lynn let me settle down and then took me into the house. She explained the goose-egg to my mother, saying that I must have fallen asleep and fallen over. I went from having a hot, sexy relative going down on me to having old grannies fussing over my bruised cranium. I did get to relax the next day, but it was the last day of the reunion. Though I tried my best, all I could get from my aunt was a sexy wink and a "next year". - - - "Come with me, now!" demanded my auburn beauty. One Amazing Life Ch. 01 Amanda's cheeks were flushed as she let me tuck my painful erection into my denim shorts. I dug a twenty from my pocket and dropped it on the table; then froze, how the hell was I supposed to get out of the restaurant with a boner tenting my shorts!? Amanda handed me her purse, sweetly asking, "Can you hold this please, I need to make a call." So out we walked, me carrying Amanda's red patent leather purse clutched over my crotch and her talking in hushed tones to an unknown party. When we got into my car she grabbed her purse away from me and began fumbling with the button of my jeans. I sucked in my stomach and drove, not even making it across the street before my sweet, angel-faced teacher had inhaled my cock. Even though I'd already cum three times this afternoon, I didn't last long with Amanda's urgent, deep sucking strokes after the endless teasing she'd given me while I was telling my story. I blew my load down her throat sitting at a yellow light. I was aware enough to move when it turned green, but only barely. We hadn't made it all the way into my house when she started in, "You know what she would have done next?" my quickly stripping sexpot asked. "Who, aunt Lynn?" I stupidly responded, kicking off my shorts, my dick somehow waving heavily as if he were up for more. "She would have had you eat her pussy. You would have gotten and given your first oral the same night". Amanda announced confidently as she tossed her lace panties towards our mutual pile of clothing in the doorway. Dropping to my squashy armchair she spread herself open, beckoning to me. "When did you first eat pussy? You can tell me after you eat mine." I settled my face in her crotch and breathed in... she was sopping wet and her strong fragrance was somehow intoxicating. Once again I wondered if there was anything about this woman that didn't turn me on, my thoughts must have shown on my face because my lover gave another wonderful giggle and asked, "what are you thinking when you should be eating?" "That I'm the luckiest guy in the world." I said quite honestly, burying my face and any further sappy commentary in the hot, wet pussy before me. Amanda groaned long and loud, and I heard her murmur "...the world." but couldn't make it out for sure. Once again that urgency, that feeling of wanting, needing more surged to the fore. The blood pounded in my ears and I responded by attacking my lover's cunt with wild abandon. I used every trick I knew to blow Amanda's mind, finally gaining my reward as her juices coated my fingers and chin. "Ready to hear about my first time eating pussy?" I teased. I licked gently around but not on her bright pink clit, sucking up her tangy juices and cleaning her small pink pussy, her thighs and teasing her little rosebud. "More, OH, but gentle, pleassse?" was her response. I then settled in to make love to her sensitive puss. Amanda coo'd and sighed, alternatingly running her fingers through my hair and pressing them urgently against my head as she came to one small peak after another. I couldn't count how many gentle orgasms I gave my lover before she pulled me away and up into the big comfy chair. When this gorgeous young woman began licking her juices from my face and kissing me in turns, my quiet mood was shoved aside as the fires lit once again. Amanda felt my stiffening cock against her thigh and smiled mischieviously, maneuvering her long legs and body until she had sat down on my lap, my length poking us both in the belly. "What about story time?" I teased again. She leaned forward, kissing me and lifting up, kissing me and settling down, kissing me and groaning, her lovely face expressing her ecstasy so incredibly. "I think," she breathed out slowly, "your storrrrrry", she groaned as she pulled slowly upwards, "will haff to unnhhhh... wait." .o0o. That's the end of the 'first chapter' in Jason's Amazing life. I hope you enjoyed the method Amanda used to coax his story out of him. This is just the intro, the setup if you will. Jason's time with Amanda is not certain, but he'll be telling her more of his story for in next chapter. Sometimes the 'history' will be more detailed, but this first experience really didn't have much to build with. What did you think? I will accept and appreciate all forms of criticism; flames will be ignored and deleted.