0 comments/ 60091 views/ 6 favorites Amanda By: Country Girl I was standing at the door of my car fumbling through my purse for my keys with only the dim street lights for lighting. As I was getting more and more nervous that I had lost them I remembered setting them down on the sink when I had went to the bathroom to freshen up. Turning to go back into the bar was when it hit me. I had drank way to much and was stumbling my way back. As I reached the door the smell of cigarette smoke hit me and it took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to the to the Florissant lights of the bar. When they had I made my way straight to the bathroom amazed to see my car keys still laying there on the sink where I had left them. I grabbed them and stood looking in the mirror feeling silly for drinking so much just because I had a fight with my boyfriend Jason. My parents had asked me to house sit and I took it as a chance to take a break from being at school and a break from him. But he was pissed that I had told him I didn't want him to come with me. I stood there thinking about this and tears began to roll down my cheeks. As I stood there crying I heard someone come out of one of the stalls behind me. It was a beautiful blonde woman with a great body. She was built wonderful and was only slightly taller than my own 5'2 with her reaching 5'5. She walked up behind me and asked "Are you OK, sweetie?" I answered, "Yes, just been a long day." "Well, I hope you're not planning on driving in you're state." All I could do is stand there and stare at her beauty. "I'm Amanda, listen, I know I don't know you that well but please let me take you home." I don't know why but I immediately trusted her and handed over my car keys. We headed for my car on the way to my parents house we chatted about my guy problems and I learned she was a few years older than me. I was barely 18 and she was 23. We got to my parents house and I asked her to come in and take a swim with me instead of calling a cab. She agreed and we went into the kitchen to make Margaritas. She started making them as I ran upstairs and put on a bathing suit and I brought one down and laid it in the bathroom for her to change into. As she changed I carried our drinks out to the pool and I hoped on in. I jumped into a float and watched her walk out. She looked so amazing in my bikini her breasts were slightly bigger than mine and they looked as if they were going to pop out. She got into another float and we drifted around for about an hour just drinking and talking. At this time we were both really drunk. Amanda then slid out of her float and swam over to mine. She pulled herself up to my float and was sitting with her back towards me. She leaned back and I could feel my breasts pressing up against her. She leaned toward me and kissed me gently on the lips then pulled away waiting for my reaction. I was amazed but only wanted more. I leaned in and kissed her again this one was much more passionate. Our tongues touched and my whole body started to tingle. I could taste the salt from the margaritas on her lips. Then she guided my hand up to her breasts. I started playing with them over her top and I was thinking these were the firsts breasts I had ever touched besides my own. I was already getting soaking wet as I undid her bikini top and began playing with her nipples as I kissed her neck. Then she slid her bottoms off. I immediately slid my hand down her stomach to her pussy. She was also soaking wet. I slid my fingers over her slit then started rubbing her clit. I was so hard and I ran my fingers around it and over it. She leaned back hard against me and started to moan. I then slide two fingers inside her and she started rocking back forth against me. Her ass was pressing against my pussy as I slid my fingers in and out of her. I could feel myself begin to orgasm as she started to buck wildly from her climax. As she calmed down I pulled my fingers out of her and lifted them to her lips. She sucked all of her juices off of them then turned back to kiss me. She tasted wonderful, I could taste her juices from her lips and I began to suck on her lower lip. We slid into the water and she grabbed my hand and pulled me up to my room. Not a word was said between us as she undid my top and began kissing my breasts. She licked all around my erect nipple then bit it slightly sending a loud moan from my lips. She ran her hands down my body and in one motion pulling my bottoms off. She pushed me back onto the bed and laid on top of me. She started kissing my lips and our tongues danced around each others as our naked bodies pressed together. Then she kissed all down my body. Licking my inner thigh to tease me. I couldn't stand it. I wanted her tongue inside of me. She ran her tongue over my very wet slit. Then she found my clit as soon as she began to roll her tongue over it I started moaning so loud. I was ready to explode. Then she slid her tongue inside of me moving it around wildly. Instantly I started to climax. I lifted up and pressed my pussy firmly against her. She kept licking wildly and drank up all of my juices. It was so intense I felt as if I would die. I slowly began to calm down as she kissed her way back up to my lips and I could taste myself on her. We laid there in each other arms breasts heaving from both of us breathing so hard. We slept the rest of the night in each others arms. Amanda This story is strictly a product of my imagination. The people within it are real, however their names have been changed and the events that take place are strictly my fantasy and have not actually happened. (Yet?) For reasons guided only by my own masochism, I have shown "Amanda" this story (Perhaps in the hope that she'd help make it come true?) and she enjoyed it very much. I had such a good time writing this that I felt I should share it with anyone who was interested in what I consider decent erotic fiction. The contents of this story include matters of a highly adult nature. If you are not over the age of 18, or are offended by such subject matter as explicit sexual descriptions, incest, or lesbianism, stop now and do not read any further. This is not for you. Otherwise, if you are an adult and have an appetite for compelling erotica, please be my guest and enjoy this story. You can e-mail comments to me at my profile address. Please include the words, "story feedback" in the subject, because I will not open unknown e-mail. * * * * * My name is Jake. I'm 32 years old and I live in Las Vegas, where I work in a "boiler room". We are one of the good ones that doesn't cheat our customers or mislead them with promises of "free gifts" or "incentives" to buy our product. We have some huge customers such as Century 21 and Caesar's Palace, so we don't need to cheat our customers. We sell printed advertising goods such as baseball caps, tee shirts, pens, and coffee mugs at a very good price. The problem is that most businesspeople don't think to buy these items on their own, which necessitates the need to hire salesmen whose job it is to make "cold calls" to customers and convince them that they would benefit from buying our products. As you can imagine, this business attracts a lot of "lizards" that would not hesitate in resorting to improper practices in order to get the sale, especially since they are strictly commissioned employees. That is where I come in. I am the head of the department that listens to the phone calls (Yes, all the calls are actually recorded and monitored) and makes sure that the salespeople quote current rates and don't promise customers a trip to Paris or some other bullshit just to get the deal. I have a very diverse group in my department, and all of us are or have been top salespeople at one time or another (It's a requirement for the job). My employees include both men and women, varying in age from 18-63. There's Patty, the oldest one in the group. She's a really cool mama that's been there and done that. Twice! Then there's Dave, an 18-year-old nut case who is one of the craziest sonzabitches on the planet. He's a superb salesman who really understands the sales process and uses his craziness to his advantage by entertaining the customers while doing his pitch. But they're not who this story is focusing on. That honor goes to Amanda, a slim, petite 20-year-old blonde goddess with a perfectly proportioned body. Her softball sized boobs and shapely hips exactly fit her 5'4" frame. She is naturally strikingly beautiful and even looks terrific without any makeup on at all and her hair tucked up in a baseball cap. When she really does herself up with makeup and takes the time to do her hair, she turns both men's and women's heads wherever she goes. She is without question the equal of any supermodel on the planet. We are extremely casual in our department and often joke around and openly discuss topics of a sexual nature. One day, the conversation turned to sex as it often does, specifically the pros and cons of chest hair on men and how much of a turn-on it is for women. I have a lot of chest hair, as everyone knows because I often wear polo-type shirts with most of the buttons undone. Amanda knows that I have the hots for her and often plays on this fact by teasing me from time to time. This was no exception, as Amanda looked right at me and announced to the entire group that she loves nothing better than playing with a guy's chest hair while going down on him. Well, when it came time to go home for the day, I offered a ride to anyone who needed it (as is my usual practice) and Amanda asked me for a ride home due to the fact that her car was in the shop with air conditioning problems. (If you've even been in Vegas in the summer, you'd know that a car without air just isn't a good idea.) I said half jokingly, "Sure, I'll give you a ride, right after I get you home". She just snickered at me and mumbled something about pipe dreams. Amanda and I are extremely close friends. I really do love her as I would a sister and we've had some really deep conversations about life, relationships, and just bullshit in general so I knew that this lighthearted come-on would not bother her in the least. Truthfully, I believe she would have been disappointed if I didn't made the remark. As we approached her house, Amanda asked me if I had any plans for the rest of the evening and I asked her why. She revealed that her parents were out of the country on vacation and her sister was away at college and would be home for the summer some time next week. She complained that she'd been cooped up in the house without any means of getting around due to the fact that her car was in the shop. She invited me to have dinner with her then go swimming in her pool as payment for the ride home. I informed her that I would love to, but that I didn't have anything to wear in the pool. She grinned at me in her mischievous way and asked me why I thought I'd need it. After pulling up in her driveway, I turned off the engine and said, "Amanda, you know how I feel about you. If you think that I'm going to go skinny-dipping with you without your also being naked, you're nuts. Furthermore, if you think that after seeing your naked body I'm not going to jump you and eat you out then slam that little body of yours into the deck until you scream for me to stop, you're fucking crazy!" "We'll see," was all she had to say on the subject as she got out of the car and sexily swayed her hips at me as she went to the front door. Now I know that she likes to play her little games, however I didn't think she was just teasing me, either. I just didn't know how far she was willing to take the game. I quickly got out of the car and followed her into the house before the door closed behind her. Once inside, she asked me what I wanted to drink. Thinking that I should probably stay sober, I asked her if she had any iced tea. She dutifully took my order and disappeared into the kitchen. I took the opportunity to wander around her living room, taking note of the various pictures of her family on the walls. As she returned with the drinks (I noticed that she opted for iced tea, as well), I asked her about the people in the pictures. She walked to a wedding picture that contained her entire extended family and began to explain who was who. Now from time to time at work, I've "accidentally" brushed my hand against her breast or squeezed her ass. If it were anyone else, I'd really be in trouble for sexual harassment, but we seem to have an understanding. I decided it was now or never, she knows my personality and I was sure that she expected me to "pull something", as she usually puts it. I put down my drink and walked up behind her then pressed my body against her. To my utter surprise and delight, she gasped at first, then sighed deeply and leaned back against my chest. Not one to waste an opportunity, I brought my hands up along her sides in a slow, sensuous massage as I worked them up and around her front to her firm, young breasts. At the same time, I leaned down and nuzzled the nape of her neck with my lips and applied light kisses, pausing only momentarily to lick around her ear and take her earlobe between my lips and suck on it as if it were her clit. Without warning, she turned around and leaned up to give me a deep tongue kiss while at the same time, she reached for the quickly growing bulge in my slacks. I literally picked her up as she wrapped her legs around my waist and we started round two of the wrestling match our tongues initiated. "I want you to fuck me, Jake," she panted into my ear, "I know you want me, I've known for a long time and I just know that you'll be a great lover. I really need it badly. Please fuck me". Well, who was I to refuse a lady in distress? I carried her toward the couch, our bodies a tangle of arms and legs. Still supporting her weight completely, I grabbed two handfuls of her ass and kneaded it mercilessly. She responded by bringing her hands around and into the front of my shirt to play with my chest hair. I chuckled softly and drew her hands out of my shirt. "There'll be plenty of time for that later, right now I want you to enjoy the treatment I'm going to give you," I said. Bending down, I drew her halter top up and over her head. On the way down, I applied nibbles and kisses to her neck and breasts, gently at first, then with growing intensity as the lust we felt began to overcome us. She gave a low moan and ran her hands through my hair, pulling my head tighter to her chest. While lavishing oral attention on her boobs, I allowed my hand to wander into the waistband of her jeans and under the elastic of her panties. My mouth traveled upwards towards hers and I gave her a long, deep soul kiss while strumming a steady rhythm on her clit, which was becoming stiff with arousal. I used my other hand to undo the buttons of her pants and lowered them down to her ankles, along with her silky panties, which she promptly stepped out of. Standing back up and moving to her side, I began to nibble her neck and earlobe. I picked her up and pivoting on one foot, I fell backwards on the couch, pulling her down with me. We landed with me on my back and her on top of me, lying on her side. We continued kissing passionately as my hands reached down to cup both her ass and pussy at the same time. I didn't stop there, however. I dipped the middle finger of one hand into her pussy while the index finger of the other hand found it's way to her quivering rosebud of an asshole. This just served to turn her into some sort of wild animal, thrashing her body atop of mine as she rode my fingers like they were mildly charged with electricity. I increased the tempo of the finger in her pussy, while also applying my thumb to her clit, strumming it as if it were a guitar string. Within moments, her breath began coming in short gasps and she let out a growl that announced to me that she was coming. I literally lifted her up and spun her around into a 69 position and she eagerly unzipped my jeans and released my cock as I slurped up the juices that she so recently expelled. She tasted wonderfully fresh and her pussy jerked when I took her clit into my mouth and gently grazed my teeth across it. She responded by pushing my pants and underwear briefs down my legs and took my dick into her mouth. She puckered her lips around the head of my member and slowly, tantalizingly, sucked the length of my cock into her willing mouth while I drove my tongue as far into her cunt as I could. She squirmed around on top of me while giving me one of the best blowjobs I've ever had. She knew exactly how much pressure to exert to bring me near to climax, then back off to make it last longer for me. She even pushed a finger into my asshole, which is a special treat that I've always enjoyed. It wasn't long before I just couldn't take any more, so I played two of my fingers rapidly across her clit as if they were miniature legs running in place. The moment she felt this, she moaned around my dick and hummed as she began to come for the second time in the evening. That did it for me, and as she was creaming into my eagerly awaiting mouth, I let loose with a powerful jet of cum right down her greedy throat. We sat up on the couch and embraced for a moment while catching out breath. After a quick kiss, I suggested that we think about dinner. After all, if we were going to play in the pool later, I reasoned we'd need all the energy we could build up. As we headed into the kitchen, I immediately revised my plans for the weekend and decided that we'd spend it fucking and sucking, then starting next week out feeling fresh and satisfied. * * * * * This is the first part of the story. If you liked this story and want me to continue, please give me feedback. I plan on adding some incest and lesbianism features with her sister coming home early, as well as some threeway action and who knows what else. Tell me what you think-GoMyr :) Amanda ((For Dave... who has always been... Amanda's hero...)) He sat there in that chair, a small black desk chair with wheels, his eyes glued to the screen before him. She couldn't see any pictures on the desktop, any movies streaming in through the media player. There was just an opened Internet Explorer... and another, smaller window. It looked like a messaging program. Yes, that's what it was, because as she looked on, the little screen made a sound, then another, and another... bleeping at him whenever the person on the other end sent a message. His eyes were glued to that dialogue. And it wouldn't be odd... he was always glued to the computer. What captured her attention though, was not the screen, or the neon glow it cast into the hallway... but him. His eyes were wide, unblinking. His feet were sprawled straight in front of him and he was slouched in his seat. Jeans were unzipped, boxers parted... his cock pulled loose from the folds. He stroked himself slowly, taking the glistening drops of pre-cum from the tip and smoothing it downward over the full length. His hand worked without hurry, he seemed perfectly content to remain in this limbo state of arousal. She saw another message pop up and he groaned. It was a low sound, a desperate sound... one full of longing and raw, wild... animalism. He raised his free hand and punched three keys on the keyboard before him. Then, the enter key. The little messenger beeped as his statement was sent out across the World Wide Web... to whoever waited for it on the other side. Instantaneously, there was a response. She grew curious, completely obsessed in a matter of seconds. What was being written? Why? Why with someone so far away... when there were plenty of willing companions here? His head fell back and his hand moved, squeezing, pushing the skin upward, then down. His fingers loosened then tightened and she could see the slickness of him, the slight wetness that he'd spread over himself. She started forward, walking into the room silently, nearly tiptoeing. His eyes were closed and his head was back, he groaned deep in his throat and gave his cock a few quick, jerking, beats with his hand. Then stopped... controlling himself... and opening his eyes. And she was there. He startled violently, his slouch straightening in an instant, his legs bending to push himself upward. He covered his erection with his hands and began frantically trying to shove it back inside of his jeans. His eyes were wide, his cheeks were flushed. She stayed him with her hand. A simple gesture and he stopped struggling, but did not relax. He sat there, looking for all the world as if he'd just been caught with his hand in the cookie jar... so to speak. She lifted her leg and perched on the edge of the desk, facing him. For long moments she just stared in his direction and then, slowly, she smiled. His shyness did not abate. His face just became more and more red. Then, she looked away, turning her attention to the glowing computer monitor where another message popped up on the screen. She opened her mouth, and began to read... "Kissing, lips crushing against yours, tongue twining... so violent that you cut my lip on your tooth... with your passion. My mouth is wet, it tastes of honey, honey and candy... sweet. Wet.. and sweet..." She heard him bite back a groan, but whether it was born of desire or embarrassment, she wasn't sure. His eyes were riveted to the screen, he looked mortified, not ashamed to be doing this... just blushing, stammering, afraid that she would cast judgement upon him for it. The room was completely dark but for the light coming from the screen. In his eyes... it was a beacon, calling him forward and making him a slave to its siren song. He was powerless to resist its call, powerless... because she was on the other end. Not the she that sat here now, that she watched him idly, pondering him. Then, as another note popped up on the screen, she read again... "Kissing your neck, your chest... my hands smoothing over your thighs, teasing around you... but never touching there. Fingers dance across your belly, grip your hips, squeeze your backside... even going so far as to tease the wiry curls surrounding your cock..." His hand tightened on his erection, he squeezed his eyes shut to dispel the powerful image those words created. The words spilling from the lips of this female, so close, was an addition... just something to make the game that much better. His hand loosened somewhat and he relaxed in the chair. His eyes opened and he looked up at the girl who sat up on the desk... she kept reading. "Small kisses to the tip of your shaft, tiny licks, taking up the little drops of pre-cum that gather there... tasting you. I want to taste you. I want you... want to... drink you. Salt and sweat, my mouth closes around your cock, sucking upon the head, licking the flavor of you... from you..." Her voice cut through the silence of the dark like a knife through warm butter. Deep and husky, and simultaneously curious... she'd come here to see. Had needed to see. He closed his eyes and for a few moments allowed himself to pretend, allowed himself to play like it was her... here... near him, saying these things to him. "The taste of you, like a drug... sultry, earthy, rich. My tongue touches you... God, so good... I want you. Want to fuck you... right... now. And yet, I want to keep tasting, keep taking... drinking..." A moment's pause, then another beep. "I've tied you. With silk scarves... to the bed. Your hands are fastened tightly to the bars of the headboard... you wear my blindfold. Remember? The black one... with the silver paint?" He lifted one hand from his crotch and, once again, typed in three letters... then hit the enter key. Yes... His note popped up on the screen. She eyed him incredulously. What black blindfold? He –knew- this girl? Her eyes turned back to the screen as a new message popped up... she read it aloud. "Yes... good. You remember. You strain against the bonds, pulling tight, but the bed is made of iron and you cannot get free. I've tied you too tightly... for escape... and so... you are mine. Mine... mine... my hands have free reign over the geography of your flesh, and so I touch you, running my hands through your hair, over your face, chest, belly..." He reached up again, and punched in four letters this time, italicizing them for effect. M-i-n-e... His hand had begun to stroke again, slowly moving up and down the length of his shaft. Despite the fact that someone sat not four feet away. She watched him, her mouth watering... the screen beeped again. "No, mine... this time... mine. I throw a leg over you and you strain, pull against the scarves that hold you... to no avail. I laugh, that 'Devil made me do it' laugh that you love... and I know... that right now... you can see it. I. Want. You. I want to fuck you. Hard, right now... if you were here..." "Oh, god... stop.." He groaned roughly and she ceased her reading. He looked desperate, flushed, completely aroused. His hand paused at the base of his cock and he watched her, his eyes drugged, his mouth open around words that wouldn't come forth. She looked at his shaft and noted its length. Average, not porno-movie huge... but spectacular in its rigidity, it's arousal... amazing in its complete and utter... hardness. She reached out to touch him and he wheeled the chair back sharply. "No," he gritted the words out and she withdrew her hand. "Don't touch me... just... keep reading..." And she understood, and was a bit more than slightly offended. He didn't want her... he wanted the girl on the other side of the screen, the girl who gave him pleasure through words. He refused her very real touch so that he could fantasize about one that wouldn't come. "This is obsession... this is madness." She said to him harshly, then made to turn off the computer. Just as her finger touched the cool, plastic button that would wipe the messenger from the screen... his hand came out, grasping her wrist so tightly that she nearly screamed in pain. She looked to him again, his eyes weren't sane... they were mad. Insane, crazed with a need that she couldn't fulfill... because she wasn't the one... that he wanted. "Yes." A pause, then louder. "Yes!" He growled at her, like an animal. "Maybe it is, maybe it's completely insane to want her this much... but I do... I want her, I want to fuck her, and if she were here I would be inside of her at this very moment. And... if you press that button... I will strangle you." She jerked out of his grasp and he fell back in his seat. His erection still stood tall and he panted, sweating, lusting and in rut... his musk penetrated the room, sending the scent of sex to all corners. The screen beeped, the writer unaware of the battle ensuing. She took her place on the desk again, but kept her distance too. Again... she read... "I hover over you, the black curls at the juncture of my thighs tickling the head of your cock, but nothing more. Your hips strain upward, your eyes unseeing... you can only feel... feel and know with that animal instinct that you –want-... want me. Desperately. You touch me, your shaft parting the folds and searching, penetrating nothing... merely touching the very entrance of that... which you want. Need. Utterly and completely... Mine..." She went silent, her cheeks flushed as she stopped reading. She looked again to him and saw that his eyes were closed, his hand still working. His rod was red, so red... as if he'd been holding back for too long. Swollen and needy, stiff... Another message: "Slowly, I slide down, atop you... slowly the head of your cock slips past my cunt lips... ticking me... into the scalding warmth. Wet... so wet... for you... You part me, stretch me, slip past my entrance and slowly slide, glide, glistening wet... into my body. And then you are there, lodged there, invading... filling a void that waits and weeps... until you return..." Just a second between that note and the next. Her voice was shattered... broken... she was barely able to speak for the desire that had enraptured her. She watched him, she watched the screen... he watched nothing. His head thrown back, eyes closed, legs stretched in front, his hand moved faster, bobbing up and down, slick. Every now and again he'd slow up, squeeze tightly, and suck in a ragged breath through his clenched teeth... "I press against you, not pulling back, but keeping you there inside me, keeping you deep... so deep that you press against that spot... that little place inside that drives me... wild... wild... for you. Hips moving back and forth, grinding, pushing myself against you... And still... you pull. Your muscles bunch and your body tenses as you try to rip free of the confines. I lean down, splaying myself across your chest, breast to breast... and kiss you. My tongue reaches out, wetting your bottom lip, your tongue searches for it, aching for some dominant contact... but I give you none. My teeth close, nipping at your bottom lip, dragging it away for a second... then letting it go. I kiss you violently then, hard... just as you are hard within me... God, so deep... within me... My lips crush yours and you thrust your tongue inside my mouth. You're hot... scalding... your head lifts from the pillow and follows me as I pull away... Instinct is telling you that this is wrong... that –you- should dominate. That I am yours... but no... you are –mine-. And I take you... take... you..." She was wet, the thick cream of her passion slid past her labia lips and the crotch of her flannel pajama pants became hot, moist. She clenched her hands over the edge of the desk and held it, with white-knuckled grip. She crossed her legs and squeezed them tightly together, denying that she felt anything in this moment, this supremely farcical scene. He didn't want her. Didn't even want her in lieu of the absence of this girl on the screen. The screen beeped again. "What?!" He gritted out, never opening his eyes. "What does she say? Tell me... tell me... now!" He pumped his stiff cock with a fervency nearly matching violence. Stroking, stroking... his hips bucking up to meet the downward motion of each stroke. "Sliding up, releasing you, the wet suction of my passage hugging you... and as I slide down again you groan, a small, choking, strangled sound that gurgles forth before you can stop it. The blindfold covers your eyes... darkness... complete and utter... darkness... I take you, rape you, and you love it. You love the way that your hands are bound, the cold, cold feeling as the tugging at the scarves cuts off the blood. Love the way your nipples pebble so hard that they feel like they're twisting themselves in knots... love the way I feel... holding you prisoner in the bed... in my body... my passage closing around you... tightening as I laugh... laugh... and drag my fingernails over your chest, down your belly... and through the curls of my bush. Fingers sinking in, fingers searching and finding... one on each side of you... as I slide up again..." He wasn't watching her, he didn't care... he was lost now... and she was nearly crazed with stifled lust. Her hand slipped down past the elastic band of her pants to the bare flesh beneath. Slipping into her own wetness... feeling that heat, that need, that desire for something, for him. Slowly she stroked herself, lifting her left leg higher on the desk, propping it up, bent at the knee. "I'll reach, and slide my fingers into the knots holding you. You'll stop straining, finally appeased... finally near release. You'll pause, breathing hard as my nipple touches your lips... you'll reach out with your tongue and lick it, then take it into your mouth... suckling. Drawing hard upon the small, brown nub of flesh. You'll lay there, compliant, submissive... as I untie the knots that hold you in place. I've pulled away, slipping off of your cock, leaving it to thrust impotently at the sky... leaving my mark on it... the glistening wetness... the sweetly slick surface that grows cool in the air. One knot, then another... your hands fall free... You lie there, wearing nothing but the blindfold... still..." She watched him then, watched as his face contorted, turned from pleasure to an almost pain. He looked like he was struggling, straining toward climax. She reached out toward him, her fingers wet from her own cum. He sensed her somehow, felt her presence... it was that heightened hypersensitivity that felt her even before she touched him. His eyes, dark eyes, flashed open and he snarled at her. "Don't... touch... me..." He was vicious, mean, so fiercely driven that she capitulated. "You're insane." She wrenched her hand back before he could grab it again, hold it again, hurt her again. "You have no right... to touch me." He growled, then, harshly. "Read! And keep your hands... to yourself." She turned her face toward the screen again and he leaned back in the chair, his hawkish eyes upon her, like a vulture... "For a moment you are still, laying there in silence. The sound of our breathing mingles and there is a tension... strung tight as a guitar string. Playing upon the chords of extreme lust... Breathing, breathing... in, out, you, me... until we're breathing together... And then I kiss you... and –snap-!!—the string breaks. Your hands come up and grasp me by the hair, holding my face to yours. What madness is this? I feel you growl into my mouth, yell into my mouth. Then I'm tumbling back under the force of your strength. You shove the blindfold from your eyes and glare at me, the spark of insanity prevalent within the haze of deep desire. There is no you left in you... it is only instinct, blasphemy, strength, violence... fever... fucking... pitch. You toss me like a rag doll, throwing me first onto my side, then forcing me onto my stomach. Your body comes down hard atop mine... you lay atop me, your breath hot in my ear... harsh, panting... I feel you hard, nestled between my thighs, pressed straight down my slit... fit... but not inside... not yet..." God, she was insane with torment. And still he refused. What was this absolute obsession? What was this absolute and complete focus that he had... this single-minded lust for one, single.. person? She watched him and wondered, wondered. He groaned, eyes closed again... he was blocking her out, casting her aside transforming her into a voice, a face, a figure... another body another time, another place. Another woman. It was the feminine notes, the grate of her voice, the tones that his imagination... just couldn't match. He wanted her for that and only that... nothing else. He was using her... even if he refused to touch her. She smiled, sardonically... almost viciously. And spoke... as the computer beeped again. " Your words are harsh in my ear... crazed. 'Tease, fucking cocktease. Take and take and want and taunt... keep me here... tied to the bed. Tease.. fucking... tease.' And I can barely breathe... your weight crushes me but I don't protest. Your fingertips dig into my arms, tight, so tight... bruises... yes... bruises. You know how I love them. 'Bitch. Mine! ... you are Mine! Don't forget for a moment. You are always mine... I'll take you when I please, leave you when I please... I am the Master here. Say it!' And then I have to... I don't cry, I don't feign weakness... I speak it bluntly, correctly... and you know it's true. You've marked me... again and again, a permanent imprint on my soul. And then you take me... tearing into me from behind... sliding up into my body. Wrath. Wrath. Lust... Glutton... 'Prideful Bitch' you say... 'Greedy Bastard' Is my response before you thrust again, cramming yourself into me..." "Envy..." she heard him say harshly in the darkness and she pulled her eyes away from the screen to look at him again. His hands were on the arms of the chair, his cock pointed straight in the air. So. Damn. Hard. "Don't you envy me? Don't you envy this?" A sardonic laugh "You do... you envy her... because you are –not- her... never... her..." He laughed, harsh, mean. "Never..." She stared, mouth open. She swallowed thickly and was baffled. Yes. Envy. She felt envy. And anger... "Take me." She pleaded. "No," He growled. "I don't... want you." Almost a snarl. "Read!" "Your arms wrap around me, pressed against the bed. One crosses over my chest, grasping me by the shoulder and holding me close to you. The other snakes across my waist... also holding. You fit yourself into me... grind your hips against my buttocks. Completely inside, you cannot withdraw and so you furrow deeper, and deeper... pushing yourself in so far that I wince in pain, then shudder as new pleasure rips through me. So roughly, you just keep thrusting your hips forward... the tip of you thudding against the opening to my womb, still trying to go forward. Slowly, agonizingly... I've brought you to this state of torment and you... you feel the need for punishment. But slow, lazy... in no hurry to end it. Sloth. 'I'm going to come in you, and stay in you... and lay here atop you... trapped... for days if need be. Pretty little cocktease...' And you thrust further... impossibly far..." "Constantly consuming," She heard him utter the words. His hand worked again, pumping, pumping, listening... he seemed lost then... far away from where her thoughts ran. She watched him as he spoke... he didn't even seem to realize that he was uttering words. "Conquer and... devour..." Lyrics, all too fitting... "Drawing back, bouncing us both on the bed, using the sway of momentum to carry you up and down, knocking the breath from my lungs with each thrust. Slap, slap of our flesh... you pant, your breath hot and harsh in my ear. There is no you left in you... Just the animal, the instinct, the vengeance repaid in full... for the torment I'd inflicted. And I say: "Come for me... Come... for me..." Amanda He did then, his body tensed and stiffened, he screamed. It was a hoarse, guttural sound, half choked... for a moment he held suspended, his hand squeezing roughly, milking the last of the viscous white fluid from his member. It spilled onto his hand, onto the surface of the desk... his body shook with the force of orgasm and he groaned as it released him, at long last. He fell back, relaxing but still twitching every now and again. She sat there. She watched. And she stared at the small, white splatter of his cum where it had landed next to her hand on the desktop. Slowly she moved, and wiped up the spot with her finger. Eyes flickered over him where he lay limp in the thrall of a lethargic afterglow. She desired... lusted, envied... and needed some piece of him. Because he refused to give. Slowly she brought the finger to her mouth, her tongue flicking out to taste, to take in the droplet. Quick as lightning though, he was there, grabbing her wrist and nearly breaking it with the force of his grasp. He held it there, suspended just before her mouth.. She looked up and pleaded. "Dave?" "That," he snarled again, growling through clenched teeth. "Belongs... to Amanda..." Amanda Hello again, This is a love story, and the beginning of a series about a monogamous couple who enjoy each other, and sex, very much. I want this chapter to be the foundation for the series, so there is a good deal of character development at the beginning. If you're only looking for 'action,' I encourage you to pass. If you do decide to read this, I hope you enjoy my ramblings. Chicago Bob ****** Part I - The Encounter It was the first really warm spring day of the year. Finally warm enough for shorts and T-shirts, and it seemed like half the population of Chicago had decided to spend the day at the lakeshore. I was one of them. Fortunately, there are about 10 miles of lakeshore in Chicago, and more space in the parks that line the lake, sandwiched between Lake Shore Drive and the water, so although crowded, there was enough room on the pedestrian/bike path to maintain a reasonably pace. I had ridden from my apartment, in the John Hancock Building, south to the University of Chicago, and was working my way to the north end of the path, where the Drive ends. The round trip is about twenty miles, and on a day like today, it can be a real delight. Chicago is full of attractive women who enjoy the warmth of the sun, and who come to the lakeshore dressed for a warm day. I had just cleared the Field Museum and was even with the Buckingham Fountain when I came up behind a woman pushing her bike on the side of the path. There was a big group of oncoming traffic, so I slowed to let them by and fell in behind the lady. She was wearing a white T-shirt, baby blue shorts, and white sneakers with those short quarter socks. Hers had a blue trim that matched her shorts. From behind, she looked very athletic. Her long blond hair was tied in a ponytail that hung to the middle of her back. She had a slender waist, narrow, almost boyish hips, and a world class tush. Her legs were long and well muscled. I wondered what she looked like from the front. It wasn't till after my inventory that I noticed the back tire on her bike was flat. 'Ah,' I thought, 'that explains why she's not riding.' The crowd had passed so I pulled up beside her. Looking at her I said, "I have a repair kit and a pump. I might be able to fix your flat." "Really? That would be wonderful." She gave me a huge smile and, I swear, her eyes twinkled. There was real relief in her voice and I wondered how long she had been walking. I pulled off the path and onto the grass, watching her as she closed the ten feet between us. She was cute, with a kind of perky look. Maybe it was the blonde bangs, maybe it was the warm, friendly smile, or her clear, healthy complexion. Probably it was all of the above. She was a ten, at least to me, and to this day I deny that her T-shirt, which was stretched tightly between her breasts, had anything to do with my rating. "Thank you so much. I've been on foot for over a mile, since down by Soldier Field." "I can't believe nobody stopped to help you." To myself I thought, 'If I'm the only guy carrying a patch kit on the lakefront today, it must be because of direct, Divine intervention.' I leaned my bike against a tree and had her hold hers while I removed the rear wheel. I quickly got the tire off the rim and found the puncture in the tube. While I was working we bantered about the weather and the chances for a hot summer. This caused the conversation to veer towards global warming and its potentially catastrophic effects on the environment. I was impressed with how well acquainted she was with the subject, and how easily she communicated her thoughts about complex issues. At a break in the discussion I said, "I get the feeling you're not a high-school drop-out." "Not high-school, not college, not medical school, not three years of internship, not two years of additional training in internal medicine." "Wow, a doc. Did I mention these headaches I get every third Thursday? My doctor can't seem to isolate a cause." She laughed and said, "I bet you don't even have a doctor. Besides, I'm an internist, not a neurologist." "And sometimes I'm not so quick on the uptake. You're right, I should have complained about my spleen." "What about your spleen?" "It's fine." "That's what I thought, still, the headache comment was better than most." I gave her a questioning look. "Let's just say I don't match people's stereotypes regarding doctors. When people, especially guys, find out that I'm a physician, they more often than not make comments about wanting me to examine body parts some distance south of the head." A cute quip popped into my mind, but I thought better of it and kept my mouth shut. Instead I said, "I understand." Then I asked, "Would you get the little tin in the bag under the seat on my bike? The patches are in it." She walked to my bike and pulled out the tin, but for some reason it slipped from her fingers, falling between the wheel and the tree. In one fluid move she pulled the bike away from the tree and bent over the rear wheel to retrieve the tin. It was like bending over to touch her toes. Her shorts rose up on her thighs, showing a lot of leg and a little bit of blue panty. She must have realized the view I had, sitting on the grass as I was, because she stood quickly and pulled on the back of her shorts. Without looking at me she said, "I know what you're looking at." There seemed to be a smile in her voice. "Only a dead man would have missed it." She turned and there was a strong blush in her cheeks. "I didn't mean to do that. The tin just slipped out of my hand and I just bent over to pick it up. I wasn't trying to tease you or anything like that. I can't even believe I said what I said. That was so unlike me, I…" I interrupted, "Don't worry about it, Doc, no harm, no foul." She relaxed a little and I held out my hand for that wonderful, slippery, little tin. As she handed it to me I said, "Besides, I already noticed your legs." She blushed again and I went to work on patching the tube. Not a word was spoken, and she seemed much too tense for the situation. When I looked up at her she would quickly look away, pretending she had been looking out over the lake. "Tell me where you work? Are you in private practice, or on staff at a hospital?" Anything to restart the conversation. "Oh, I sorry, I was just looking at the old lighthouse. I work at County, Cook County Hospital. I'm on staff there." "That must keep you busy. I bet you can practice a lot of medicine there, if you want to." "Oh, yes. We see all sorts of cases. Some can be very interesting and challenging. People don't know this, but the medical care at County is really very good. We don't have the insurance companies to deal with so there's not much we can't do, if it's needed." "It's just the service that's slow?" I offered. "Yeah, if you're not dying you can wait a long time, sometimes." "OK, you're almost ready. Let me put some air in this thing and see if it holds." I did, it held, and I put the wheel back on her bike. There was an awkward pause and then she held out her hand and said, "Thank you." I said, "Your welcome. You know, we've spent all this time together and I never introduced myself. My name is Paul Ryan." "Amanda Blake. Thank you again." I took her hand in mine and we shook, like gentlemen meeting for the first time. She had a firm grip and looked me right in the eye. Good for her. When we released each other's hand, I said, "Like I said earlier, I noticed your legs, but I also noticed you're not wearing a ring. If you're not attached, or seeing anyone right now, I would like very much to see you again." She just looked at me, a mix of indecision and apprehension showing in the expression on her face. "OK, lets do it this way," I reached into my belly-bag and took out my wallet. "Here's my card. It's up to you." She read, "Paul S. Ryan, Ph.D., President, Environmental Consulting, Inc." "Yep, three consultants and two staff. We're thinking about attempting a hostile takeover of GE." She laughed. That was a good sign, at least we weren't parting on a sour note. "I'll take the card." Looking at me she added, "I don't date much and my work keeps me busy, so I don't know. Maybe." "Maybe is good." She stood there holding the card, not knowing quite what to do with it. "I don't have any pockets." I panicked. I was going to lose a chance to see this angle again because she had no pockets. What was this, some cruel joke? She handed the card back to me. My heart sank. I couldn't believe it. "You're in the book aren’t you?" The telephone book, of course. "Yes" "Paul S. Ryan, Ph.D., I'll remember." She hopped on her bike and rode off. I thought about riding with her, but quickly abandoned the idea. This was not a lady to rush. Besides, I didn't want anything to distract her. I wanted her to remember my name. Part II - The Wait She didn't call the first week. She didn't call some more for another week. She didn't call even more for the week after that. I gave up. Hope may linger for some, but after three weeks, it died for me. She called on Wednesday of the fourth week. Proof positive: There is a God! Part III - Coffee "Hi, it's Dr. Blake. Amanda, remember me? The girl with the flat tire?" "I remember you. I was just wondering if you've been busy all month, or just indecisive." "Don't start with me Paul, this is not easy for me." "Sorry. What can I do for you?" "Can you have coffee with me? After work tomorrow? Around six?" I did a quick mental scan of my schedule, what was I doing Thursday evening? I had a date. Damn." "Yes, that'll be fine. Do you want me to pick you up at the hospital, or meet you somewhere?" A short pause, then, "I think it would be better to meet." "In a public place with lots of people, and maybe some security guards, just in case." "You're starting with me." "No, I'm not, not really. I'm just happy you called. Tell me where." "At the coffee kiosk on the second floor of the Water Tower Place. You know where I mean? Is that OK?" "Yes, that's fine. I know where it is. Six o'clock tomorrow then." There was real relief in her voice, "Then, I'll see you tomorrow," and the line went dead. But I had a date tomorrow. But the date was for eight. But Julie lived in Evanston and that would take a half-hour drive. What if Amanda and I were talking, getting along, and having a good time together? Would I want to cut it short, you know, just coffee? I reached for the phone, hoping Julie would be understanding, and not ask too many questions. Water Tower Place is home to Marshal Field's, Lord & Taylor, and another fifty or so retail shops. It's a high-rise mall, and it's very nice. There are about forty stories of condos above the mall. The coffee kiosk has excellent coffee, and chocolate chip cookies that cost $2.50 each. They're worth every penny of it. It was a good choice and it was right across the street from my office, in the Hancock Building. That's right, I live and work in the same building. It's really handy, especially on cold winter days. At five on Thursday, I left the office and went upstairs to shower and shave. I dressed in tan slacks, a blue, short sleeved shirt, and tan loafers. At six I was at the top of the escalator walking toward the kiosk. Amanda was waiting, leaning against the railing that ended the overlook to the first floor. She was dressed in a conservative beige sundress with spaghetti straps and a high neck. The hem of the skirt fell to the top of her knees and she was wearing dark brown clogs. The color and cut of the dress may have been conservative but it did little to hide her remarkable figure. We saw each other at about the same time and I smiled and waved. She gave me a tentative sort of smile and walked toward me. "Hi," she said, and made no move to make any other type of greeting, no hug, no peck on the cheek, not even a handshake. She was obviously nervous, more than the occasion warranted I thought, and I wondered why. I sure didn't think of myself as an intimidating fellow. "Good to see you. I'm very happy you called. Can I buy you a cup of coffee? I hear the chocolate chip cookies here are delightful, great for dunking." She seemed to relax a bit and smiled. "Coffee and a cookie, an all-American combination." We stood quietly while we waited for our turn at the counter. After we ordered, she went off to commandeer a table while I paid. When I looked around she was waving from the last table in the row against the railing. I sat and said, "Kill anybody lately?" "You always have to joke, don't you?" "You're nervous. Sometimes a bad joke can work magic to relax people. It helps them focus on the joke teller and forget about themselves." "All right, thank you. I am nervous. It took a lot of guts for me to call you." "And four weeks of stress and strife while you made up your mind." "You don't even know me and you know me too well." "So, why did you call?" She paused and lowered her eyes, then looked up and said, "Because you didn't push." I got serious, "Did something really terrible happen to you? Were you raped, or molested, or kidnapped or something?" "No, nothing like that. I just have a difficult time with men, in social situations. At work guys are no problem at all." It was time to change the subject. "How's your cookie?" Amanda smiled and said, "Excellent, as always." We talked about a lot of things, but nothing serious, nothing really personal. I even avoided asking her where she lived, or how she got to work. I somehow felt it would be best to let her volunteer the things she wanted me to know about her. I was also reluctant to volunteer too much about myself. If she wanted to know, I would wait for her to ask. She had called because I hadn't pushed to see her again. I wanted her to want to see me again after this evening, so I was careful not to do anything that might be interpreted as pushing. We sat and chatted for over an hour, during which time she bought a second cup of coffee and another cookie for us both. Not once did she say anything about how the cookies would make her fat. I liked that. After almost two hours of small talk, I just had to test the water, "So, how am I doing?" She gave me a radiant smile and said, "Fine, just fine." "Fine enough for me to ask you out?" "Depends on what you want to do." "Dinner Saturday. Across the street, in the Signature Room. A very public place, lots of people." "That's a big step up from a coffee kiosk." "Ninety-five stories." "Ninety-three, we're on the second floor here." I kept quiet and we looked at each other for a very long moment, during which she gave no clue as to her thinking. Then suddenly the decision was made. "OK, Saturday then. Dinner. What should I wear? I've seen people in shorts up there sometimes." "I'll wear a sport coat with a tie. You decide for yourself." "I should warn you, I'm on the go all day long down there. I sometimes think I walk fifth miles a day. I eat like a horse." "I'll reserve a table for four." "What time?" "Nine?" "Fine. I'll meet you in the lobby, by the elevators." She pushed her chair back and stood. I stood with her. "Thanks, Paul. You don't have to walk me out or anything. I'll see you Saturday." Finished speaking, she turned and walked to the down escalator. I sat and watched her go. When she was almost out of sight she looked back and waved. She was smiling. That was good. Part IV - Dinner At 8:45 PM Saturday evening I was waiting in the elevator lobby of the Hancock Building. I was dressed for dinner with a great lady in a great restaurant, blue shirt, gray slacks, and camel's hair coat. The Signature Room is a remarkable place. The food is excellent and the view is fantastic, especially if you can get a table by the windows. If you want to, you can visit the lounge, which is on the other side of the building, and between them get a full 360-degree view of Chicago. On clear nights it's really quite spectacular. As I waited, Allen, one of the doormen came over to say 'Hi.' "Big date tonight, Mr. Ryan?" "Maybe, Allen, just maybe." Amanda walked into the lobby at 8:50 and I excused myself to greet her. "You're early." She smiled, "I wanted to be here waiting for you. When did you get here?" "Only about five minutes ago. You look great!" She was wearing a simple, sheath dress that was the palest blue I had ever seen. Her light blue eyes looked dark by comparison. The spaghetti straps were almost invisible, and the neckline gave only the hint of cleavage. Her long blonde hair fell to her shoulders and seemed to flow down her back. The dress ended about six inches above her knees and her legs were encased in black nylon. She wore simple, black, high-heeled pumps. There was no wrap and she carried no bag. Saying she looked 'great' was a monumental understatement. "Let's get in line." She took my arm and we walked to the elevator bank that services the Signature Room. I glanced at Allen who mouthed 'Wow' and gave me a discreet 'thumbs up.' The line is for both the restaurant and the lounge. People with dinner reservations are taken first, so we arrived on the 95th floor a few minutes before nine. I caught George's eye, (George is the maitre d' and I have gotten to know him well during the time I have lived in the building.) and he waived us forward. "Good evening, Mr. Ryan, Mademoiselle, your table is waiting." He led and we followed to a table for four on the south side of the building. Heads turned to watch Amanda walk by. George seated Amanda, ignoring me completely. Fawning over Amanda, he said in his best faux French, "Enjoy your dinner, Mademoiselle. If there is anything you need, anything at all, I am at your service." He can be such a ham. Amanda rewarded him with a radiant smile, "Why, thank you, sir. I am sure everything will be just perfect." When George left, Amanda looked at me and asked, "How did you manage this, a table immediately? I've been here before and even with reservations, there is almost always a wait, especially on weekends." "Extortion. I know where George buried the bodies." "It must be bodies, plural. Just one body wouldn't be enough for service like this." "OK, I'll have to tell you the truth. George and I are friends. I live in the building and I eat here often. We got along well as people and over the years we've become friends. There's no extortion. There's nothing to extort. George wouldn't hurt a fly." Amanda looked at me, shaking her head, "You are a multi-faceted man. I am not sure what to think of you." "Think good thoughts, and enjoy the view." If you ever eat at the Signature Room, sit on the north or east sides during the day, but try for the south side if it's dark. After dark, the lake is black, like someone blocked out half of the picture, and the north view is mostly of the lake while the east view is all lake. But the south side view at night is of almost the entire city, and it really sparkles. She looked through the glass and said, "I don't think I could ever get tired of looking at this city. Not from up here, anyway. Thank you for inviting me. And thank George, too." Dinner was delicious, as always, and we discovered that neither of us drank. Interesting. She was true to her word and ate everything in sight. After a light dessert for me, and a huge slice of seven-layer chocolate cake for her, I asked, "Are you planning to walk away from me again, or can we maybe walk over to Rush Street and watch the drunks?" The north end of Rush Street is a compact 'restaurant row' and bar patrons often spill out onto the sidewalk. Amanda "Not Rush Street, but Michigan Avenue would be nice. I like to window shop." "Well, there're plenty of good windows down there. Let's go." I signed the tab and we left. It was a warm evening so I left my jacket with Allen on the way out. Once out of the lobby, Amanda and I turned toward North Michigan Avenue, the 'Magnificent Mile.' She once again took my arm, but was careful not to press her breast into me or to otherwise make any overt, or even covert, body contact. I really didn't care. I was enamoured by this woman, and we were together. I was happy. We walked south for a few blocks and then crossed the street, turning north. We discovered we had a lot in common. We liked the same styles of clothing, mostly, the same books, sometimes, the same movies, not too often, and we had very similar tastes in art, almost never. Part V - Walk Me Home? When we were again in front of the Hancock Building, Amanda turned to me and asked, "Will you walk me home?" "No midnight snack? No after dinner aperitif?" She smiled but shook her head, "Not tonight, but next time, maybe." I tried to keep the disappointment out of my voice but I doubt I succeeded. "Do we need a cab?" "No, I live right there." She was pointing at the Water Tower Place. "We're neighbors?" "So it would seem, unless you lied to me about living in the Hancock Building." "I have never lied to you, and I never will." At that, Amanda turned toward me and looked me directly in the eye. When she spoke she was more serious than I had ever seen her. "I certainly hope not." We stood there, looking at each other for a long, long, moment. Then she said, "Take me home." We were in her elevator in less than five minutes. When the door opened she led the way to her apartment. I was wondering, 'No bag, no key, how is she going to open the door?' A code pad answered the question. She punched the buttons and the door clicked open. "Handy when your hands are full." We faced each other again and I was expecting a handshake. Instead she said, "You can come in, if you like." "That would be nice." I entered and she said, "Make yourself at home while I get us something to drink. Soda water OK? And take off your tie, you're allowed to be comfortable." She sounded completely at ease. "Soda water is fine." She went into the kitchen and I took inventory of the room. The walls and ceiling were painted dark blue and the carpet was only a lighter shade of the same blue. There were two love seats, facing each other in the center of the room, both white leather. A blue patterned throw rug covered the carpet between the love seats. There were end tables at all four corners of the arrangement. Lamps on each table illuminated the room, but the light seemed not to reach the walls, just pooling around the furniture. It was a stunning effect. There were two narrow tables against the two solid walls. One table held books and the other a very nice sound system. The speakers were in the corners and she had dried flowers in crystal vases on top of each speaker. An archway let to a good sized dinning room and the door off of that led to the kitchen. The door in the other wall led to what I assumed would be the bedroom, or bedrooms. I sat on one of the love seats and she put a glass on the table to my right. She then sat opposite me, crossing her legs. "Well, here we are. Are you surprised with me, for inviting you in? I have been a bit standoffish, I know." "Surprised? Yes. Happy to be here? Absolutely." She seemed to have something on her mind, so I waited. "Remember when I told you I have trouble with men, socially?" I nodded. "Well, I want to tell you a little bit about why. I feel comfortable with you, and I want to share this. I'll try to keep it short." She took a sip of her drink. "I know I'm pretty, now, but I was a late bloomer. For me, high school was hell. I had a date for the prom but it was with a chess club geek. During college things started to develop, in more ways than one, and I got prettier as well as shapelier. I started to be asked out, quite a lot in fact. But my social skills were poor, and guys would try to get me drunk so they could get into my pants." She was talking like a doctor now, just the facts, with no emotions. She was reporting on a patient. "I had to literally fight off guys a couple of times, and once I had my blouse ripped off. Needless to say, I quickly became a very reluctant date. "In fact, I got a reputation as an 'ice queen' and the guys stopped asking me out, which was just fine with me. Anyway, by that time I knew I wanted to be a doctor so I put my head in the books and seldom came up for society. "In medical school I dated some but the studies were demanding and during my internship there was hardly any time for a social life at all. "I've dated a little since I've been on staff at County, I do get asked out a lot, but I have never felt at ease being around just one man. As soon as I see anything in a guy I don't like, I call it off. At hospital parties and events, I almost always go alone. "I like to think of myself as being fiercely independent, and I am, but mostly I'm just scared of an unknown potential downside. Every time I date I wonder if this is the time the guy tries to rip off my blouse. "How much time have we spent together?" I thought about that, "An hour for the tire, two for coffee, and four so far tonight, about seven, I would say." "Less than one workday, and I have invited you into my home. I've known some guys for years and I would no more invite them home than, I don't know what." She was nervous and she laughed. "You can talk, if you want to." I took a sip of water and collected my thoughts. "Amanda. Dr. Blake. You're right, of course, you are pretty. In fact, as far as I'm concerned, you're drop dead gorgeous. You have an incredible body and you take good care of it. You are smart, independent, and extremely self-reliant. I have been smitten with you since I first saw you on the bike path. The month it took for you to call was a month of misery. The time we have spent together, less than one workday, has been delightful. I'm willing to take it slow, to let a relationship develop. I won't push." "That's the way I wanted it till about one hour into coffee. I can't tell you how much I have thought about this. I have been a woman possessed. I haven't been able to get you out of my head since Thursday night. One of the interns even asked me if I was all right yesterday. I was having trouble concentrating. It was awful. Part VI - Offer and Acceptance "And tonight you were, are, even better than at coffee. Seven hours and I want to have sex with you. I feel like a shameless hussy. Will you make love to me?" She seemed as if she was almost pleading, not begging, but pleading. There's a difference. I was stunned. This was completely unexpected. This was almost bizarre; it was so out of character for her, at least that part of her character I had been allowed to see. "Tonight? Now?" "Of course now, silly. Don't you want to get me while you can, before I change my mind?" She spoke with bravado, but she was very tense. "Amanda, I don't want to 'get' you. You're not a piece of meat, some trophy I want for my wall. Yes, I want to make love to you, but I'm thinking of the long term here, too. If we have sex, make love, tonight, I don't want it to turn out to be something that kills our chances of being together tomorrow, or next week, or maybe even next year." She had tears in her eyes, "It's worse than you think. I'm a virgin." Even I wouldn't joke about an announcement like that. I stood and moved to sit beside her. I put my arm around her shoulders and she leaned against me. It wasn't like she was cuddling, it was more like leaning against something for support. "I am surprised at that." I held her close to me and kept my mouth shut. Amanda cried softly, and we sat together for a long while. Finally she sat up and said, "I'm going to wash my face. This evening is taking on a life of it's own. Please don't go anywhere, I'll be right back." I heard water running and then she was back, smiling. It was a strained smile, but a smile nonetheless. She sat opposite me. Musical chairs came to mind. "Why don't you put on some music and we can talk." She did and while she was up she refreshed the soda water for both of us. Once again she sat and crossed her legs. 'String of Pearls' came from the speakers. It seemed we agreed on music. "Now you know more about me than even my mother." "But, you're a doctor, I would have thought you…I don't know what I would have thought." "Physician, heal thyself," is that what you mean? I know everything about sex. I've just never had sex. I told you. I had a hard time with guys. I know the subject, but as far as the real thing, I am a Tabula Rasa." "A clean slate. Yeah, but I would have thought just once, just to try it." "After you refuse a lot of guys over a long period of time, you get to the point where you don't want to give it up to hardly anyone. It's a viscous cycle." "Why me?" "I don't really know. I like you I know that. You have never pressured me. You haven't tried to kiss me, or hug me. You gave me my space but more importantly, you realized I needed that space. I just know I want you to be my first." Less than a full workday of hours being with her and I was thinking 'first and only.' She smiled, "I've know it since last night at about midnight. After I decided, I could finally get some sleep." It was time to be practical. "First times can get kind of messy. There's that hymen thing, and maybe some bleeding, and …" Amanda laughed out loud, "I'm a virgin to a penis, not a vibrator. The hymen's been gone for over a decade. There will be no blood, unless you're so big you rip me apart." "You're probably safe there. "Ahh, if I may be so bold, when you are being intimate with your vibrator, do you have orgasms?" "Yes, of course. Paul, I'm a normal, healthy, and at this moment, very horny woman, who has just been very reluctant to be with a man." "Don't go anywhere, I'll be right back." I stood and went down the hall. The bathroom was open and I rinsed my face. The place was varying shads of blue. I had to remember to ask her about blue. I dried my face on a towel and returned to the living room. Amanda had not moved. She sat calmly, legs crossed, hands folded in her lap. I walked behind her and switched off the lights on her side of the room. 'String of Pearls' had been replaced by "I've Got My Love to Keep Me Warm.' Good choice I thought. I sat opposite her and we looked at each other. Anticipation was so thick you would have needed a chainsaw to cut it. We looked at each other. She looked confident, ready. "When you make up your mind to do something, you suddenly seem to exude confidence. You're beautiful when you're confident." "Thank you." There was a playful smile on her face. Part VII – Foreplay She was bathed in a pool of soft light. The pale blue of her dress looked almost white. She had let the dress ride up on her legs and was showing a lot of delicious thigh. Her heels made her legs look so very, very sexy. I looked at her and asked, "Tabula Rasa?" She smiled and nodded, "Tabula Rasa." "Spread you legs." There was a sudden, momentary flash of alarm on her face, and just as suddenly, it was gone, replaced with a small, but definitely, lustful grin. She slowly moved her hands from her lap and placed them palms down on the cushion. She uncrossed her legs, keeping her knees together. Our eyes met and she waited. I looked down at her knees and she let them part. Three inches, then another three, then another. She adjusted her feet so she could spread wider for me. Another three inches. She paused. I could see the tops of her thigh-high stockings, and just a hint of black panty peaking out between her perfect thighs. I remembered to breathe. "Pull your skirt up a little." Amanda moved her hands to the hem of her dress and pulled it up to almost the tops of her legs. She wiggled a little on the seat so the bottom could rise too. When she was finished she spread her knees another foot apart, giving me an unobstructed view. She was incredible! I slid from my seat to kneel in front of her, keeping eye contact the whole time. When I was in place I put my hands on the tops of her knees and ran them gently to the tops of her stockings and back. She inhaled deeply as I did. I made a second run with my thumbs caressing her inner thighs. We never broke eye contact. My third run up her legs was on the outside of her thighs, all the way to her hips. I reached behind her a little and pulled her forward, till her pussy was almost even with the edge of the cushion. I reached under her legs and lifted them onto my shoulders. Turning my head I kissed the inside of her right knee and slowly worked my way to the naked skin above the top of the stocking. When I kissed her skin she made a little moaning sound, otherwise she was very quiet. I started on the left leg and kissed my way up the inside of that thigh to the skin. Another moan. I moved back and forth between her thighs, kissing and licking her skin but not touching her panties. A couple of times I sucked some of her flesh into my mouth. This made her squirm a little. She had placed her hands on my head, not to direct my moves, but just to touch me. It felt wonderful. She was involved. I let my lips brush against the fabric of her panty and she shuddered. I pushed gently against her sex and she moaned again. Her panties were wet and I licked them, hard. "Oh, that feels good. I'm liking this a lot." I reached up and grabbed the elastic of her panties and said, "Lift up." She did and I slid the thin material down her legs and over her feet. She cooperated with me by lifting her legs off my shoulders as I pulled her panties off. It was then I noticed that Amanda shaved her pussy. "Amanda, you shave your pussy." She looked at me, "Don't you like it?" "I love it! I was just a little surprised, that's all." I was looking back at her and she smiled at me, "I examined a women a couple of years ago and she was as bald as a bowling ball. I was so impressed I shaved myself that very night. I like it this way, it makes me feel sexy, if you can imagine that." "I can easily imagine that. Now don't distract me." I was holding her legs up, my hands behind her knees. Amanda grabbed her thighs and pulled her legs up almost to her chest, then let her knees fall toward the cushions. "I think I want you to have the use of your hands." She was grinning. "You are a wise woman, Dr. Blake, a very wise woman." I set my eyes on the prize and caressed the backs of her thighs. I then moved to the insides and worked my way toward her sex. When I reached her vulva, I used my fingers to trace the outline of her labia. "This doesn’t feel like a normal pelvic exam at all." "God, I hope not." I adjusted my position so I could get my face between her legs. Using my fingers, I gently pulled her lips apart and then ran my tongue along their edges. She both smelled and tasted delightful. I breathed in her scent and traced her labia again. "Oh, my. This is good. This is very good." Next I licked the inside of her pussy from bottom to top. It was a firm lick. I wanted her to feel my tongue and know she was wanted. "Oh, God! You can do that for a week or two. I won't do anything to stop you. I'll call in sick." I pulled back and laughed. "Amanda, I trying to impress you with my technique, and you're cracking wise." "I'm sorry. As much as I'm enjoying this, I'm still very self-conscious. I'll try to do better." Grinning broadly she said, "Please continue." 'OK, but lean back on the arm and put your leg over the back." She did and I had a much better angle from which to pleasure her. She also had her hands free. I leaned in again and licked her. Her labia parted slightly and I licked her again. The second time my tongue slipped between her lips and I pressed into her, working my tongue into her vagina as far as I could. "Ummmmm, that feels sooooo good." I moved my mouth up slightly and gently sucked her clit between my lips. "Oh, God, be careful. I am so sensitive right now." I sucked very lightly at first, keeping only the lightest pressure on her clitoris. As she adjusted to the sensation I increased the pressure, each time keeping it constant while she became accustomed to the added stimulation. After about six increases, I started to lick her sensitive bud while I sucked it further into my mouth. As I did, I reached around her leg and lightly caressed her skin, just above her pussy. I licked her clit harder and with a steady rhythm, using as much surface of my tongue as I could. After about a minute she started to climax. "Ohhhhh, Paul. Ohhhhh yes. That is sooo good. So good. So good." She didn't squeeze her legs together or stiffen at all. Instead she seemed to open herself to me even more, inviting me to become one with her as she reached the peak of her pleasure. I stopped licking but continued to hold her clit ever so lightly between my lips. Finally she said, "That's all. Please, I can't take anymore. It's too much." I pulled back and sat on my heels in front of her. She reached down and placed her palm flat against her sex and pressed hard. "Ohhhh, that was unbelievable. Thank you." She swung around and sat up on the love seat, now aptly named I thought. She grinned at me and said, "I bet your batteries are self charging. I think I'll keep you around, if you let me." "Thanks. Let me get your drink and a towel." I handed her her glass and went into the bathroom to find a face towel. When I returned, she had drained her soda and was just sitting there, smiling. She looked so sweet with her dress up around her waist, legs crossed at the ankles, knees parted. I held the towel out for her. "Am I that wet?" "Sopping." She put the towel between her legs and stood, grinning all the time. We looked at each other for a moment and then she hugged me. She smashed her breasts into my chest and pressed her cheek against my shoulder. "That was great. I'll be right back. Don't go away." I searched for my glass, found it and drank. I took both glasses into the kitchen and left them on the counter. The kitchen was white, but it had blue trim. I was sitting when Amanda returned. She had shed her dress and replaced it with a very thin, very transparent, very short, chemise with a plunging neckline. She still wore the stockings and heels. She was exquisitely sexy. She sat on the love seat opposite me and smiled a wicked smile, "Loose the pants." I stood and started to unbutton my shirt. "Not the shirt, the pants." I liked this. She was really getting into the moment, turning the tables and becoming the director. I kicked off my loafers and stripped the socks from my feet. Then I slowly and deliberately unfastened my belt and unhooked the clasp at the waist. Amanda was grinning like a kid with a new toy. "Let me give you something to motivate you." She pulled the top of her dress down and tucked it under her breasts. They were splendid, large and full, with a pleasant slope down to her pink, erect nipples, then a quick tuck under to her chest. Her areolas were small and just a bit darker than the nipples they surrounded. Her skin was smooth and creamy white. I was impressed. She was watching me watch her. "Better like this?" "You are unbelievable." "I'll take that for a yes. Now watch closely." She spread her legs and lifted the hem of the chemise. When her sex was fully revealed to me, she used the fingers of both hands to separate her still engorged lips. Amanda I had stopped stripping and was just standing there, mesmerized. "The pants, the pants, don't forget about the pants." "Yes, doctor." I quickly unzipped and let my slacks drop to the floor, stepping out of them and kicking them aside. I watched her and waited. "Good. Now the shirt." I was out of the shirt in seconds. I didn't even bother to unbutton it. I pulled it off like a sweater. I stood before her in a pair of gray boxers. She was now stroking her clit with the index finger of her left hand. I watched her and she smiled at me. She was such an innocent, yet she could be so sexy, so erotic. Right now she was a wanton wench. "You are a shameless hussy, playing with yourself like that in front of me." She grinned and held out her arm toward me, making a circular motion with her hand. "Continue. The boxers. I want to see only skin." I grasped the elastic at the top of the boxers and pulled them down, stretching the material so I could get it over my very erect penis. "Turn around and let me look at you." I turned slowly, grateful for every sit-up, every bench-press, every squat, every exercise I had ever done in my life. I finished the turn and waited. She looked at me, still grinning, "I like. Now sit." I sat where she had sat and this time it was Amanda who slid off the couch and kneeled. She put her hands on my knees and ran them down the tops of my thighs, and back. Then again, with her thumbs caressing the insides of my thighs. We maintained eye contact the entire time, just as we had when our places had been reversed. She then ran her hands up the outside of my thighs and grabbed my hips. Her face was very close to my hard cock and for a moment I thought she was going to kiss it, maybe lick it, or take it into her mouth. But no. "I can't pull you, so you'll have to help. Scoot down a little for me." I did and she sat back on her heels. She looked very pleased. She reached out and grasped the shaft of my penis in her right hand, squeezing it gently. Then she moved closer to me, again on her knees, her head was just above my very excited member. "I've examined lots of guys, but always with gloves. You feel so smooth, hard and soft at the same time." She stroked me gently and I scooted down a little more. "Oh, you like that?" I just looked at her and I am sure she could see the lust in my eyes. Amanda looked at my cock and took a deep breath. "Well, here goes." As she moved her mouth toward my penis I put my hand on her head and said, "Wait." She looked up, confused. "Amanda, this is great, but if you are at all uncomfortable you don't have to do this. There's no list of things to do here tonight, no requirements. I don't want you to do anything you don't want to do, understand?" She smiled sweetly, "You misunderstand. I should have said, 'Well, here goes.' to myself. I do want to do this. I'll tell you more later, now sit back and enjoy, I hope." Without hesitation this time, she leaned down and took the head of my cock and maybe the first two inches into her mouth. I could feel her tongue pressing against the underside of the shaft, but she made no movement for quite some time. Then she sucked in a little and slowly pulled back. When she got to the head, she slowed her retreat and ever so slowly let me slide from between her lips. We looked at each other again and she smiled, "I could get used to this." "And I hope you do." I thought she was going to say something, but instead she returned her attention to my penis. Her movements were tentative, but she was obviously approaching her task with enthusiasm. She started with about two inches and stroked me with her tongue and lips until she became comfortable with what she had in her mouth. Then she would add a little more and practice on that. When she was comfortable with having about half of my cock in her mouth she started a regular, steady, up and down motion. It felt wonderful. She wasn't sucking or using her tongue that much, but just being in her mouth, being caressed by her lips, was exciting me more than I could believe. "Oh, baby, this is great. You're doing just fine." Seemingly encouraged by my comments, she increased her pace and I was soon thinking of how to hold back. That was enough for tonight. I placed my hands on either side of her head and said, "Amanda, that's enough for now. Easy, baby, easy. That's all I want right now." She pulled back and let go, "Didn't I do it right? Tell me…" I interrupted her. "You were doing too well. I was getting close and I didn't want to risk cuming in your mouth." "Why not, I know guys like that." "Yes, we like that, but not tonight, not now. Now I want to make love to you, the old fashioned way." "In the bedroom?" "In the bedroom." She rose, the material of her dress still tucked beneath her breasts. "Thank you. I was wondering if you were going to ejaculate in my mouth. I was a little worried if I could handle it, you know, the first time and all." "You get straight A's for bravery." She giggled and grabbed my hand, leading me to her bedroom, another blue room. This time a pale blue; walls, ceiling, and carpet. She had a queen-size bed with a simple black, tubular headboard. She had already turned down the spread: Grey sheets. A break in tradition? Once in the room, Amanda turned to me and pulled the chemise over her head. "Do you want me to keep the stockings on?" "No, sit on the bed and I'll take them off for you." She sat and I again knelt before her. I lifted each leg in turn and removed her shoes. She then spread her legs a little and I took the top of her right stocking in my hands, one hand on the inside of her thigh, the other on the outside. I slowly pulled on the sheer fabric and rolled it down and off her leg. I repeated the process with the left leg. When she was completely naked, she scooted back on the bed and lay flat on her back, head on a pillow, left knee raised. Part VIII - Consummation I lay beside her and quietly said, "I've had my tongue in your vagina, and you've had my penis in your mouth. I think it's time for our first kiss." I reached across her body for balance and leaned toward her. She raised her head to meet me, embracing my neck with her arms. Our lips met and we pressed together ever so gently. It was like being touched by a breeze, a breeze that rapidly grew into a hurricane. We were soon mashing our mouths together, each moving in a desperate effort to get as close as possible to the other. I grabbed her and rolled onto my back. She came with me, straddling my hips with her knees and pushing her breasts into my chest. Still we kissed. I stroked her back and her hips, and down the sides of her thighs and she grabbed my head with her hands and held me still as she pressed her mouth to mine. It was intense. She pulled back and sat up on me, breathing hard, "Wow. Now that was a kiss." She was grinning and giggling. Her face was flushed and her nipples were hard. "How do you want me? What position?" "Just like this, if it's OK with you." "Anything is OK with me." "Let's start with you on top. You'll have more control." She nodded, lifted her hips, and reached for my cock. Placing it against her vulva she gently rubbed it against her until her lips parted and the head was at the entrance to her sex. She hesitated. We looked at each other, "If you want to stay a virgin, now would be a good time to stop." She grinned again and said, "Do you think I should?" "No. No I don't." "Neither do I." And she lowered herself onto my erect penis, wiggling a little but mostly moving straight down. I was soon completely encased within her. When she was sitting on my thighs she stopped moving and sighed. She then leaned forward, supporting herself with her hands, looking into my eyes, "I am so happy right now. This is perfect. You are perfect. I have imagined a million ways for this to happen, and tonight is better than any of them. Thank you." I reached up and pulled her close. I kissed her. "Thank you. I am honored to be here. "Now, do you want to stay like this, or move around a little?" "You mean missionary love, or raw, fucking sex?" "My, what a potty-mouth you have all of a sudden." She smiled sweetly, "Only with you, sir, and only in the bedroom." Then, with lust in her voice she added, "I'll tell you what I want. I want you to fuck me like you've never fucked a woman before. I have a decade of sex to catch up on and I want tonight to be a good start, a very good start." "OK, you can start. We'll stay like this and you can stroke me. I won't move. See if you like it." She started to raise and lower her hips, allowing my cock to slide out and then back into her vagina. Initially, she moved slowly, savoring each circuit, but she quickly increased the pace. Soon, she was lifting off slowly, and then smashing herself down on me, moving her pelvis forward and back as she ground herself against me. I caressed first her sides and buttocks, then cupped her breasts and gently pinched her nipples. "I like you to touch my breasts." She was looking at me, smiling. I could feel the head of my cock hitting her cervix on the downward strokes. "It's OK? It doesn’t hurt?" "Hurt? No. I like it when you are up against me like that, it makes me feel completely filled by you." I reached behind her back and pulled her down over me. She put her arms on the mattress, by my head, to support herself. I looked at her and said, "I've been negligent." I cupped her breasts again and again pinched her nipples. Then I raised my head and sucked the nipple of her right breast into my mouth. "Ahhhhh, yes," she sighed. Amanda lowered her torso so my head was back on the pillow. I sucked and licked her breasts, alternating my attention between them, kneading them with my hands, sometimes squeezing them so I could get more of her into my mouth. Amanda supported herself on her right hand and reached behind my head with the left. She pulled my head up and leaned down more, literally crushing her breasts into my face. I used my hands to keep them from bulging out to the sides. "You must never be negligent again, do you understand. My nipples are on fire. God it feels good when you kiss them." We remained like this for a few minutes but eventually her arms tired and she sat up. She hadn't missed a beat with her pussy, and she continue to stroke me for a few awhile longer, then said, "Time to switch." I gently pushed her off and she whined, "Don't take it out. I want it to stay in me." "I'm glad you do, and I bet you'll like this, too. Lie on your back while I do a little missionary work." She lay back, instinctively spreading her legs, and I mounted her quickly. My cock was aligned just right and she was so wet I slid in easily. I buried my cock in her in one smooth motion. "Wow. Look Ma, no hands." She laughed and put her arms around me. I lowered myself so our bodies were touching. Her breasts felt wonderful pressing into my chest. I kissed her mouth and started to pump in and out of her with full, rapid strokes. She sighed into my mouth and I brushed my tongue against her lips. Amanda opened her mouth and we explored each other with our lips and tongues. After a few minutes, I lowered my head and kissed the side of her neck, and nibbled her earlobe. She sighed and moved her head so I could reach more of her neck. She was busy, too, alternately stroking my back and hugging me tighter. She was lifting her pelvis to meet my thrust into her and at times our pelvic bones would come together with quite a bit of force, causing us both to grunt a little. It was loving and intense at the same time. After about five minutes of missionary work I slowed and said, "Now, be careful. Kind of roll onto your left side and raise your right leg. Wait till I get my leg out of your way." She looked at me questioningly, but complied. I lifted my body off of hers and she rolled onto her side. As she did I straddled her right leg and spread my knees, keeping my penis in her vagina. I helped her with her raised leg and held it against my stomach and chest. When we were adjusted she was on her side, legs apart with me kneeling between them. She rested her head in her hand, with her elbow on the mattress. "This is interesting." I held her thigh against me and stroked into her, reestablishing the rhythm I had maintained during the missionary position. Amanda pushed against my thrusts and tilted her hips to maximize the pressure against the walls of her vagina. "This is good, too. I like to watch your face. You look like you're enjoying me." We moved together, she with her eyes closed at times and at other times watching me closely. When I started to become sensitive, so I slowed my movements. "I don't want to cum in this position. How about from behind, you on your knees?" "Do you have to take it out?" "No, but it's easier and faster if I do." "OK, but make it quick." I pulled out, she quickly got on her hands and knees and I entered her again. "Amanda, honey, I'm not going to last very long in this position. What we want to do is try to climax together. It's hard to do, but if we talk to each other, maybe we can pull it off. It would make for a fantastic first time." She looked back at me and asked, "What should I do?" "Put your shoulders on the bed. That will give me an angle that will give us both more stimulation. Then one of us is going to have to stimulate your clit. Who do you want, me or you?" She lowered her shoulders and said, "I want you to do it." "OK. Spread your knees a little more so I can reach around. That's good. Now I'm going to rest a lot of my weight on you, if I'm too heavy, let me know." I reached around her waist and between her legs. Carefully probing her sex I found her engorged clit and touched it lightly. "Bull's eye! That's it." I slid my first two fingers around inside her pussy lips, getting them wet and then returned them to her clit. I kept my body up by supporting myself on her back with my right forearm while I worked the fingers of my left hand over her sensitive button. As I did I stroked my cock in and out of her vagina. I was on fire within a few minutes. I ran my fingers on either side of her clit, increasing the pressure slightly every now and then. I started thinking about my schedule at the office, about the war against terrorism, global warming, cities crumbling in massive earthquakes, anything to keep my mind off the pleasure I was feeling inside of her. I was just about the think of changing diapers when she moaned, "Almost. Almost. I'm almost there. Just a little longer. Almost." I forgot about the diapers and put some more pressure on her clit. I stroked her clit with my fingers in the same rhythm as I stroked her pussy with my cock. It took less than a minute and she climaxed. "Yes! Yes! It's now. It's now. Don't stop. Now!" She mashed her hips back into me and I pulled away, needing the space for just another stroke or two to put me over the top. I made it and felt the sperm rising from my balls. A few seconds later I was shooting what felt like a huge load of cum deep into her vagina. I tried to keep some contact with her clit, but I don't think I did. I pushed into her as deeply as I could and said, "Yes. Me now too." I raised my body, grabbed her hips and pulled her hard against me. I felt my cock empty four times into her, each time feeling her vagina contracting around me. We had done it! Simultaneous orgasms on the first try. Part IX – Afterglow When the fireworks stopped, we remained still for awhile. My knees were weak and I imagined Amanda's were, too. I said, "If we're careful, again, maybe I won't come out. Slowly lower your hips and then we can roll onto our sides. She did and we did and I stayed buried within her. I was softer, but not completely soft. Just having her close to me was arousing. When we were settled I said, "That seemed to go fairly well. For a virgin, you're a wonderful lover." Amanda wiggled her tush against me and answered, "If it's always like that, I might starve before I get out of this bed." I reached around and cupped her breast in my hand. "Maybe not always, but we can try. You know what they say, 'Practice makes perfect.'" "Then practice on me. Practice on me." We spooned, not talking. I would move my hand from one breast to the other, and then remove it to caress her side, hip, and thigh, and then work my way back to her breasts. When I held her breasts she would cover my hand with hers, sometimes squeezing my fingers, causing me to squeeze her breast. I liked this lady. She wasn't afraid to indicate what she wanted. Amanda was a great lover who would only get better. After a long while she said, "When you pull out I'm going to leak like a sieve, aren’t I?" "I think so, yes." "Roll me over so I'm closer to the bathroom and I'll go clean up." I rolled over, holding her on top of me. When she was facing the bathroom I slowly pulled out and she quickly stood. "Oh, my God. It's running down my legs. Don't move. Lie on your back. Don't move." She ran into the bathroom and I heard water running, again. "It's like a river. There's so much. I'm impressed." I didn't know what to say, so I kept quiet. She returned with a towel between her legs and one in her hand. Looking down at herself she laughed and said, "Not so sexy now." "Wrong, Doctor, very sexy now." She knelt on the bed beside me and said, "Indulge me." She put the warm cloth on my stomach and grasped my now soft cock at the base, between her finger and thumb. She lifted it off my body and looked at it closely. Then she leaned forward and took it completely into her mouth. "Oh!" I exclaimed. I felt her tongue moving against me and then she sucked in and pulled her head up and away, allowing my penis to flop back on my stomach. Then as if nothing had happened she used the cloth to wipe me clean. "What was that about?" "I just wondered what we tasted like, you and me together. Mostly, though, I wanted to get a preview of what you taste like." She lay close beside me, her breasts pushing into my side. "The operable word being 'preview.' "Now, lover I want to say just a few things and then I have to sleep. As exciting as this night has been, it's already after three, and I am exhausted." She wiggled closer and put her arm around me. "I am so happy I waited for you. Thank you for giving me so much love tonight. It's nice, not being a virgin. "I want you to stay. If you want to. We can cuddle and then maybe make love again in the morning, when I'm not so sleepy. I don't have to work tomorrow and if you let me, I want to monopolize every minute of your day. If you have to go, I'll understand, but please stay, if you can. It's such an abused cliché, but I couldn't resist, "How do you like your eggs?" ********** I don't know when I will be posting additional chapters, but I have lots of ideas about what Amanda and Paul can do together, and I want to share them with you. I hope you enjoyed my ramblings. Chicago Bob Amanda and Anastasia I stopped at the entrance to the private bar. So few had heard of it, much less been invited, and here I was. Answering her call. Taking a deep breath, I stepped through the arch, hands clasped to stop quivering, glad my skirt hid the trembling in my legs, walking in that submissive way she loved so much. It was dark inside, empty except for her and the bartender. Pools of light spilled from the tables, their tops of sage green leather stewing in grandeur under the protective sheen of textured and tempered glass. The bar was one long strip of darkly glowing mahogany, interrupted only by her wineglass and ashtray. It smelled of old money and hidden power. She glowed brighter and darker than the rest of the place. Her long platinum hair cascaded down her back, her blue eyes glinted as she watched my face trace the outline of her deep cut, dark pink, cheongsam. Anastasia knew I loved that dress style, how it showed off her massive cleavage. I never knew why she picked me. It started at a local BDSM club, where we both avoided the heavier activities, concentrating on the mental games instead of the physical. Why me? There were others submissives out there, more pliant, better lovers, than me. But here I was, feeling like a dirty little secret. Her voice cut softly through the silence. "Come here, Kitty." And so I went, stopping beside her seat. Her hands reached out, one to her glass, the other to my face. She had worn the lace gloves tonight too. "Do you know what today is?" I shook my head as her fingers caressed my cheek, curling softly to the back of my neck. "Six months ago we met for the second time." That smile danced upon her lips as she withdrew her hand, and I fought the urge to collapse to my knees on the wooden floor at the sight of it. "Jones," she commanded. "The gift." A small wooden box was placed in front of her and she lifted the lid. Inside... A sage green collar and leash, perfectly coiled. No. This was too much. Why me? "Ana-" I began only to be cut off with a small slap. She grabbed my face, curling a thumb inside my mouth, propping open my jaw. Her fingers tightened across my cheek, two slipping down to my chin. And with that, she pushed me to my knees. "You know what you are to call me, Kitty." She glared, pushing my head against the side of her crossed knees. My throat closed, as it always had when this situation came around. Could I say it this time? I tried. I had to. For her. "Mi... Mi..." Eyes tingling, my breath shortening as I imagined the not-so-pleasant punishments she reserved my misbehavior in play. How bad would it be this time? Trembling visibly, I dared. I put my hands on her stockinged thighs and ran them up to her hips, barely noticing how the high slit almost showed her panties. Her glare deepened as I locked my hands behind her back and then I pulled myself to her crotch, muffling my voice. "Mistress!" I nearly screamed. "Mistress, please! It's too much!" The sobs began. "Why me? There are so many other pets, better ones than me! Why am I so important to you?" The expected punishment came, her hand grasping the back of my neck... and left as the scruffing stilled my body and quieted me. This was bad. After the first time, she only scruffed me when I was truly bad. "Kitty," she said softly. "Amanda. Look at me." I could barely lift my head, and sank back down to my knees, hands clasped in my lap. "Because I love you." and she slipped the collar around my neck. "Now, be a good Kitty, my wonderful Amanda." I could barely hear that, as she tightened it. Of course I would be a good kitty for my Mistress. My beautiful Mistress, who held my heart. She pulled on the collar, brushing my lips across her thigh as she lifted her leg and brought it around my head. The tip of my tongue trailed along where her leg muscles met her buttocks, up the inside curve till my lips met the crease in her tight panties. The front of her cheongsam covered my head till she brushed it aside, and one hand stroked my hair while the other undid the ties on her panties. "Pull it off." she whispered. I gently grasped the material in my lips and pulled back, watching as the now loose strings slid out from underneath her garter belt, inhaling the scent she left on it. It dropped to my lap, and I went back to her vagina, lips trembling in butterfly kisses against her labia. Her scent was so strong here, making my head swim. Such a place to make me content. I would be so happy, just to stay there and smell her. The pressure of her hand reminded me of my duties. My lips brushed up and down, my tongue flitting in and out as she moistened till the taste hit my mouth. My arms wrapped around her thighs, and I pulled myself in closer, flitting became darting and then my tongue stayed in there. Oh, how she loved it like that, as I made it dance and squirm, twisting it to bring both sides into play. Oh, how I love it like this, her taste and her smell hitting me at once, her gasps and moans almost timed with my breathing and her fingers convulsively grasping and releasing my head. It almost seemed to come too soon, her vaginal walls tightening around my tongue. I looked up, never stopping, watching her face as she pulled her tongue back inside her mouth and bit her lips to muffle her voice. She looked back down at me as the tightening finished with a gush of her fluids, her slightly glazed-over eyes brightening as I swallowed and tried to lap it all up. The squeaking of a washcloth against glass reminded me that the bartender was there. Flushing, I tried to stand up, maybe convince Mistress that we should go to a different place, but she pushed me back down. "John doesn't care." she said. "In fact, he's probably planning out his D&D campaign." "Why ten dragons would work together is what I'm figuring out." I heard from behind the bar. Blushing even more, I pushed my face back to Mistress's crotch, inhaling the scent of her sweat and tasting the tantalizing remnants of her orgasm. I knew what was next. Even knowing that, it still took me by surprise. Her clit started growing out, lengthening and broadening till it filled my mouth and I rocked backwards to keep it a comfortable depth in my mouth. How far that distance seemed, that length before my lips, when it was actually less than two inches of the most wonderful cock I've ever had. And inside my mouth sat almost five inches, five delicious inches topped with a head that promised so much ecstasy. I had been wet earlier, but now I feared that my skirt would be stained with my juices. A small whine traveled up my throat and I gently rocked back and forth, pressing my tongue against the underside of her cock, never breaking eye contact. Why is it that her cock is the only one I enjoy like this? The thought passed through my mind as I felt my vagina tightening around nothing, my own climax building as I sucked Mistress towards her second. More small whines mixed with gagged gasps as I kept rocking my body, my lips traversing the length of her cock. I broke eye contact finally, looking towards my goal, getting closer, till I finally made it. My lips slammed against her base, my tongue darted out and licked that little nub where her clit was before it grew into a cock, and I screamed my orgasm as her length went into my throat. My tongue stayed at her clit, darting around it as she made little thrusts and twisted my head gently around her cock while I swallowed the head. I couldn't stop myself anymore. My skirt and panties fell as I stood up and rubbed my clit hard as her cock began twitching in my mouth. I went back to sucking her off as the twitching increased, my second orgasm building as she neared hers. I knew it was here when she stopped me from going lower than the head, and she stood up, forcing me back to my knees. My tongue cupped around the tip as she came, and I stopped myself from swallowing her cum quickly, taking the time to savor the taste as I choked back the screams of my second orgasm. Sucking it all out without swallowing was difficult, but I managed to gather it on my tongue. I pulled away and opened my mouth, showing Mistress that I was savoring the meal she gave me before swallowing it. This taste was not as good, but for my Mistress I would drink her cock cum even out of a water bowl. John placed two glasses of water on the bar and turned back to his thoughts. Mistress's stare kept me from going for it, but her intent was apparent as she placed one glass against my lips. I drank, wishing it could only wash away the nasty aftertaste while leaving the good behind. She attached the leash to my collar, and pulled me up to my feet. My panties had fallen and bunched against the top of my boots, hidden underneath the pile of my fallen skirt. How Mistress remained erect and horny after two orgasms, I didn't know. I was beginning to be tired, but still wide awake as she kissed me while her hands wandered my body. I found it rather funny that she a slight bit shorter than me while standing. With a firm slap in my ass followed by her gripping my hips, she turned me around before pressing against me, her cock growing hot against my ass. "Kitty," she breathed while nibbling on my ear. "I love you." "I love you too, Mistress." I breathed back. My hands covered hers as she massaged my breasts, a smile across my face from feeling her warmth and love. She sat back down, one hand still playing with my chest before dropping to my hips. She guided my hips down, seating me on her cock. I moaned as she entered me, almost seeming to glide into my vagina from how wet I was. She held my waist and pulled me up, dropping a hand to hover over my clit. I couldn't help but glance at John, nervous at the thought of fucking Mistress like this in his bar. His only response was to slide a blindfold across the bar before bringing out a notebook and a set of dice. Mistress tied it across my eyes, and I could only make out dim blurry shapes and light sources. Squirming, we shifted to more comfortable positions, my moans providing a counterpoint to rubbing cloth and squeaking leather. And with that she lifted me up and dropped me back down her cock, thrusting a slam. Again and again, I gasped with each one, loving how she filled me, how she kept one hand pressing my clit against her shaft. I could barely remember how nervous I first was, those six months ago. Pressing my hands against the seat, I lifted myself up, helping her with the thrusts, grinding slowly. She kept going, and as my trembling grew with my approaching orgasm, she swiveled the seat, propping me against the bar, going faster. I collapsed across the wood, and she stood up, managing to keep herself at the same height, thrusting harder, holding herself just enough off my back that her breasts brushed me as they swayed in counterpoint to her hips. She held a hand across my mouth, and put her lips against my ear. "Let me hear you say it." Her thrusting grew more urgent. "Cu- ah ah ah ah- mmmm.. Cu-AHmmmm..." I could barely speak past the pleasure and the knowledge that both our orgasms were near. I could only pant and whine as the tremors began their surge, but still I tried, until that moment when they broke loose. "MISTRESS, CUM IN MEEEEE!" I screamed against her hand as I tightened around her, hands scrabbling for purchase on the smooth bar. She came hard, collapsing on top of me, her hands scratching me all over while she bit and tongued at my neck past her growls. We both lay there, panting and sweating on the bar, relishing the moment. My first time as Mistress's Kitty, not some preferred partner in a BDSM club. If you don't realize how special such a moment is, then I pity you. I felt her growing soft, and her cock slipped out and shrank to wherever it stayed in her body. I didn't want it to, wanted it to stay in me so I could feel it growing hard again. John knocked on the bar. "Closing Time. You don't have to go home, but you can't stay here." We both groaned and stood back on the floor. My panties and skirt easily came back up, and I nearly collapsed against Mistress. I didn't want to leave, wanted to stay beside her for as long as we could. We just stood there, hugging. Until John interrupted again. "Anastasia, if you and Amanda don't leave, you're not getting an invitation to the next D&D game." Mistress smiled slightly. "Alright, John. Come along Kitty." She kissed me again. "My bed is big enough for two." Amanda & Brooke Learn to Share All characters are eighteen or older. *** I met Amanda and Brooke at Ignacio and Rachael's beach house during one of their big, swanky parties. It started when I was talking to Ann over by the big salt water fish tank; the one with the octopus. We were talking about the hosts' odd relationship when she nudged me and nodded her head in the direction of the ocean. "Hey Craig, there're two hotties checking you out," she said around her cigarette. "Aha," I said serenely. "The new mustache is paying off." Ann smirked at me. She'd been anti-mustache since I first conceived it. "They probably think you're queer and they need a shoe consultant," she joked. "We'll see," I said while taking a sip of my drink. It was only Sprite. I was planning to get laid that night and I don't like to cloud my judgment or ability when I'm on the prowl. Without turning my head I asked, "Where are they?" "Out on the deck, they're giggling and pushing each other like fucking school girls. I think they're trying to decide who's got dibs on you." There was a big, wall sized mirror in front of me and a little to the right so I was able to get a bank-shot look at the girls without craning my neck. Ann was right. They were hot; one blond with short wavy hair, blue eyes, a freckled nose and pert B-cup tits under a snug pink halter top; the other a chestnut-brown brunette with long, straight hair, big, dark doe-eyes, a ready smile and a pair of big gorgeous breasts that were straining the fabric of her tight black dress. As Ann had reported they were stealing looks my way and playfully nudging and swatting at each other. "Yeah, I see them in the mirror behind the piano. I can't see below the waist though. How're things down there? Any peg legs, cloven hooves, obvious penises or anything else I should be aware of." "You could turn your goddamned head and look for yourself y'know." "I'm playing it cool and making plans. I'm thinking of a flank attack. That requires surprise." "OK Rommel," she said with a roll of her eyes. "They look adequately put together downstairs as far as I can tell. Although, it would serve you right if you got one home and she whipped out a big veiny schlong." "Oh Ann," I said, chastising her. "Your jealously only makes you more desirable." Ann laughed at my joke. She was a mannish television producer who had a thing for hefty young women so there was absolutely zero sexual tension between us. We'd been good friends for years. "Which one are you planning to try for? The brunette with the big rack?" she asked. "I'm hoping I won't have to choose," I said with a lecherous arch of my eyebrow. "God you're a slut." I laughed. "I'm a man. For me that's not even an insult." "OK Casanova, if you have to choose, which will it be?" "Well, I always prefer..." I started to say, but the moment I had been waiting for suddenly presented itself. As I watched, a tall, balding, middle-aged man in a conservative suit approached them. I recognized him from television as a moderately famous political commentator. As he tried to strike up a conversation with the two girls I watched their polite smiles, shifting eyes and awkward body language. I knew that the time for the attack was at hand. I excused myself to Ann and weaved off through the crowd as she called after me, "Go get 'em tiger!" When I got to the bar I grabbed a half full bottle of tequila and three shot glasses before circling around out through the living room, down to the patio, past the pool and back around up to the deck. When I hit the top stair and started walking up behind the girls I slowed myself down to a cool saunter. I finally got a good view of the lower half of the young ladies. Ann was right; there was nothing wrong below the equator with those two. Blondie was wearing a pair of white denim short-shorts that seemed painted onto her tight, narrow ass while Doe-eyes' slinky dress showed her full curvy hips to perfection before opening in a leg baring split high up on her tanned sinewy thigh. Doe-eyes wore a pair of black, open-toed fuck-me heels and Blondie was wearing pink cowboy boots. I was tempted to pause for a minute to appreciate the view, but I had work to do. I strode up to the girls and their wanna-be suitor and began speaking to the young ladies like we were old friends, "I got the tequila. Let's head down to the beach and knock back a few." The square dude in the suit scowled irritation at my cock-blockery but the girls recovered from their confusion quickly and with looks of profound relief. "Yeah, that's right, the beach," said Doe-eyes. "What took you so long," said Blondie with a conspiratorial smile. I leaned in and gave them both a friendly kiss on the cheek. They both seemed surprised and delighted by my forwardness. "Dude. You should join us," I said to the T.V. pundit, indicating the bottle of tequila in one hand and the three shot glasses in the other. Blondie and Doe-eyes gave me a what-the-fuck-are-you-thinking look. "Uh... Yes. Sure," he said, just as surprised as the girls that I was willingly including him. "Go in and get yourself a shot glass and meet us down over there by the beat up old boat," I told him cheerily, waving the bottle in a vague direction off away from the house. As far as I knew, or still know for that matter, there was no old boat out there. "Yes. Sure. I'll be right down," he said and started to dash away before remembering to play it cool and slowed down to a quick walk. "Come on, lets get lost before he gets back," I told the girls urgently and I watched relief bloom across their faces. I led them off the deck the way I had come. Doe-eyes had trouble stepping rapidly down the steep wooden stairs in her towering heels and Blondie sighed impatiently at her slow descent. We made much better progress once we hit level ground and we trotted around the back of the patio to the pool-house. As we ducked inside I saw our abandoned dude reach the deck stairs and start rapidly jumping down the risers three at a time while looking searchingly out into the darkness for any sign of us. The girls were starting to giggle as I shut the door so I shushed them and led them down the corridor. I knew from previous parties at Ignacio and Rachael's that these little changing rooms got heavy use from amorous couples so I didn't bother checking the closed doors. I went straight to an open room halfway down the hall. I waved the girls inside as their faces beamed with the shared thrill of a successful escape. Chicks love a caper. The changing rooms in the pool house aren't roomy, but they are comfortable. Paneled in pine and carpeted with a utilitarian, neutral toned berber; they each have a closet, a chair and a little built in cushioned bench that is long enough to serve as a bed if you need it to. I took the chair and let the girls sit down on the bench. I handed them each a glass and poured us all a shot. "Victory!" I toasted and drained back my shot. Doe-eyes threw hers back too while Blondie took a small sip and scrunched up her face like she'd just found half a centipede in a pricey avocado and pine-nut salad. "Ug, that's nasty," she said. "I'll take it if you don't want it," said Doe-eyes. "Ease up you Alky." "Don't worry ladies, there's more," I said holding up the bottle and swishing the golden liquid around. "By the way, my name is Craig." "Hi, I'm Brooke," said Doe-eyes with an eager smile. "Amanda," said Blondie. "I gotta hand it to you Craig, you were pretty slick luring us down here. What's your plan now, get us drunk, have your way with us?" "Oh, I don't care if you get drunk or not," I said with a leering smile. Amanda laughed. "If you're so suspicious you can just leave," suggested Brooke to Amanda. She turned to me and smiled wickedly as she finished speaking. "I'm sure you'd like that you little slut," said Amanda with a kidding voice and hard, serious eyes. "I'm bet I'm not the only one," said Brooke and cast another sly look at me. Amanda gave Brooke a dirty look as she took another painful sip of her drink. I offered Brooke another shot and she eagerly agreed. I poured myself a half glass and only drank a little of it. I didn't want to get shit faced. I was starting to think I actually had a shot at these two; if I could keep them from cutting each other's throats. "So, what do you do Amanda?" I asked. "You know, the usual... a little modeling, a little acting." "Mostly waitressing though," laughed Brooke. Her laugh was snorting and graceless, but somehow charming. "Brooke's just jealous. She can't get modeling jobs because her ass is too fat." "Fuck you, bitch," growled Brooke as she turned to Amanda with fiery anger in her eyes. Actually, I preferred Brooke's more womanly hips to Amanda's stylishly thin and vaguely boyish build. But I couldn't very well say that. Instead I merely said, "Now, now, ladies; I don't know if it matters, but I think you're both alluring women with very lovely behinds." That shut them up, although they still glared at each other with bitchy malevolence. "What about you, Brooke? What do you do?" "I work for Rachael, the woman who owns this place," she said while still throwing simmering looks of annoyance at Amanda. Amanda kept her face calm and took another little sip at her drink. "At Rachael's gallery?" "Yeah, in the city." "How about that. I'm having a show there in a month. I'm an artist." " Oh! You're Craig... Walker, right? I knew I'd seen your face before. You're the hot 'coming soon' guy on the pamphlet," she said with glee. She turned to Amanda, "See! I told you I saw him first." "You're probably seeing him second and third right now with as much as you've been drinking," sneered Amanda. As usual, Ann had been right, they'd been staking claims on me while out on the deck. Although it was flattering to be fought over, I was growing tired of their bickering. I got up from my chair and sat on the bench between them. "I'd thought you two were friends, but it looks like I'm going to have to keep you separated." "We are friends." "We just get a little competitive sometimes." "There's no need to get competitive," I said reaching up and putting an arm across each of their shoulders. "There are compromises we can make so no one feels left out." "Oh?" said Brooke. I turned to Brooke on my right. Her pupils were dilated with arousal, turning her dark eyes almost black. I turned to Amanda on my left. Her big blue-gray eyes were hesitant; nervous but also tempted. But as I held her gaze I saw her face soften; her eyes open wider; her eyebrows rise slightly; her lips part. That's when I knew the moment was right. I leaned in towards Amanda and brought my mouth to hers. Our lips parted slightly and our breaths mixed intoxicatingly as we tasted each other with slight probes of our tongues. I moved my hand up behind her head and pulled her face closer towards me. We kissed each other greedily as Brooke leaned in to kiss my neck, occasionally indulging in light bites that raised the fine hairs on my skin. I ran the fingertips of my right hand across the smooth skin of Brooke's bare shoulders then drew my palm down the fabric of her dress; enjoying the ridges of her ribs, the curve of her slim waist, the flair of her hips and the tightness of her ass as I gave it a firm squeeze. She responded eagerly and hummed her approval as she nibbled the lobe of my ear. I felt her hand squeeze my thigh and slowly run up and inward; settling in my crotch; cradling my manhood. I parted my legs and she began to stroke me slowly through my gabardine trousers. I pulled my face back from Amanda. She looked at me with disappointment as I turned to face Brooke who impatiently brought her lips to mine with desperate urgency. Amanda leaned in to nibble along my jaw line as Brooke ravenously kissed me. I turned to kiss Amanda again, then Brooke, then Amanda, until, finally, we were all tasting each other at once as three tongues and six lips moved around and over one another with a wet and energetic sexual ferocity. Brooke could feel that I was now fully erect. She broke off our frenzied kissing to pull down the tab on my zipper and unbutton my waistband. She dropped down to her knees to yank down my boxers. My manhood sprung free of the constraining fabric and stood before her at marvelous attention. "Wow Craig. Impressive," said Brooke with her face now inches from my fat, empurpled head. She leant forward and began bathing my cock with wet laps of her skillful tongue as she pulled my pants off. Amanda looked down at Brooke lavishly slobbering up and down my cock. "Oh God. I can't believe we're doing this," she said in a voice dizzy with sexual vertigo. She looked at me with a lost look, uncertain what to do next. I reached up to pluck at the strap of her halter-top. She got the hint and quickly pulled it off, exposing her pert, perfectly formed breasts. I slid my left hand into the waistband of her shorts and guided her closer to me while pulling her up so that her lovely little chest was brought to my face. I bathed her tits with my mouth; licking along the soft, bulbous undersides; kissing along the tight lovely slopes of her tits; taking her nipples between my teeth as I teased them with my tongue. She ran her trembling fingers through my hair as she hummed in delight. I reached around her to knead her tight, tiny ass through the denim of her shorts. She sighed with expectation as I reached up with my right hand to pop the buttons on her fly and began pulling off her shorts. Brooke was bobbing her head up and down on my penis while cradling my balls and stroking my taint. She was bringing me too close to climax too quickly so I reluctantly stopped trying to remove Amanda's shorts so I could reach into Brooke's hair and pulled her face off my cock. "Whoa," I said. "I think we need to make sure both of you ladies come before I do and that ain't helping." "OK," said Brooke with enthusiasm. She sat back and pulled down her dress, freeing her big D-cup tits. They swayed heavily with each movement and every breath. "Who's first?" asked Amanda looking equally nervous and horny as she stood there topless with her shorts half off. "Are you guys bi?" I said, struggling to keep my voice calm as I asked the awkward but unavoidable question. It would be a damn shame if things fell apart at this late stage. "Sure, yeah," said Brooke impatiently. "I've never done anything like this before," said Amanda. "Not with another girl." "Then let's show you how minor a thing it is," I said to her gently as I took her hand and pulled her down to me for another kiss. I turned to Brooke and asked her to finish getting undressed. Brooke stood to shimmy out of her dress then pushed her panties down so they dropped around her ankles. She beamed at us with a horny smile as she kicked off her shoes. I guided her onto the bench cushion and opened her legs so her glistening pussy sat ready for Amanda and me. "Are you scared?" I asked Amanda. "I really shouldn't do this. I promised myself..." "Come on Amanda," pleaded Brooke. "Be fun." "You don't have to do anything you don't want to do, but, as Brooke said, it's more fun if you join in." I lowered myself onto the floor and ran my hand up Brooke's inner thigh to tickle my fingertips along her moist labia. She hummed in delight. "Will you touch it?" I asked Amanda. Amanda got down with me and lightly ran a tremulous finger along the length of Brooke's vulva. Brooke exhaled heavily with pleasure. I took Amanda's hand and guided it up and down the perimeter of Brooke's pussy before finally bringing her fingers down into and through her damp crevice. I looked questioningly at Amanda who smiled back at me before kissing me with a hungry, horny soul kiss as our fingers parted to explore Brooke's silky folds separately. Eventually I broke off the kiss to lower my face down between Brooke's parted legs and, with one beckoning look back over my shoulder, buried my mouth into Brooke's pussy. Soon; surprisingly soon considering her reluctance; Amanda's face was next to mine; kissing me once on the temple before bringing her tongue alongside mine to slide and slurp along Brooke's now dripping wet slit. Taking Amanda's hand I intertwined our index fingers. Brooke gasped out joyous guttural expletives as we began penetrating her with our fingers while we both lapped at her lust-engorged clit. Finally she dug into our hair with and pushed her pubis hard onto our faces as she grunted out a sharp yelp. I could tell by the way she sagged back into the cushion that Brooke had come, but as I raised my face from her I was surprised to see Amanda reluctant to leave. She looked back up at me with a wet, sloppy grin and once again returned to lapping along the length of Brooke's steaming sex. "Oh God... Amanda," croaked Brooke. I moved back behind Amanda and hurriedly pulled off my remaining clothes, losing two buttons from my best silk shirt in the process. Then I finished pulling off Amanda's shorts, thong and boots. I played along her ass with my lips and tongue as I probed inside her with my fingers. She arched her back and thrust her ass up, inviting me inside. I moved up to grind my pelvis into her and tease her ready pussy with my cock; dipping barely inside her; slapping her clit with my glans; pushing back into her again slowly; pausing; pushing deeper; pulling out; pushing deeper still. She groaned from within Brooke's pussy as I finally buried myself fully inside her snug, velvety tunnel. I looked up to see Brooke staring down at the scene with wild eyes. "Fucking shit, I'm gonna come again, Ahhh... Ughhh," she gasped as she began to buck back against the wall in the throws of another orgasm. I figured it was time for Amanda to get her turn so I withdrew from her and pulled her up onto the bench. I turned to Brooke. "I think you owe Amanda something special, eh?" I said with a leer. "Yes," she panted. "Anything." I sat down on the cushion and pulled Amanda over. "Get on my lap, facing out," I told her. She straddled my lap as requested. "Help Amanda onto my cock," I told Brooke. She slid off the bench to get between my legs and guide my shaft to the gates of her friend's eager hole. Amanda sank onto my penis with a satisfied wheeze and began moving up and down along my length. Brooke buried her face into the action, licking my balls and shaft, then Amanda's clit and lips. I had to ask her to leave my balls alone or I was going to come too soon. But it was no good, with Amanda's tight pussy running up and down my shaft, Brooke's busy tongue occasionally slipping from Amanda's clit to flick my shaft and Brooke's long straight hair falling in silken cascades to tickle my balls I soon felt myself tipping over into the point of no return. Just as I realized there was no holding back Amanda gasped, "I'm... coming" and we climaxed together; she thrashing and wailing as she pulled Brooke's face tight up against her pussy; Me pumping pulse after pulse of sperm deep up into her in an ecstatic, growling convulsion. As I lay there sweaty and panting with Amanda atop me, Brooke arose to reach down and help Amanda off of my rapidly deflating member. With surprise I saw Brooke ease Amanda back onto the bench and dive into her pussy again; lapping my spent cum from Amanda's used hole. "Holy fuck girls, you put on a show like that and I'll be hard again in no time," I said with delight. Brooke turned to me, greasy white smears of my jizz on her lips and chin, and said, "That's the idea dummy." Amanda laughed and settled back to enjoy being thoroughly cleaned out by Brooke's probing tongue and fingers. She seemed to enjoy having me watch as I masturbated. As I slowly worked myself back to firmness she squirmed and moaned until finally she came again with a stifled scream. Amanda & Brooke Learn to Share Brooke looked back at me, her eyebrows arched in an unspoken question. "Almost," I said. She shrugged and turned back to Amanda. She slowly ascended her friend's body, working her lips up over her abdomen, chest and neck before embracing her for a long and deep kiss. I was almost there. I stood and brought my near-erection over to their joined lips. With a pleased hum they continued to kiss each other around my cock; moving up and down my shaft as their tongues and lips struggled to join around my newly reborn hard-on. Soon Amanda was taking one ball then the other into her mouth while Brooke slid her head up and down along my length. I groaned lividly at the sensation. They switched places for awhile, Amanda on my dick and Brooke at my balls, before Brooke moved up to bring her big tits together around my cock. Amanda lovingly kissed Brooke's breasts and nipples before moving her face up to lap at my head as I slowly tit-fucked Brooke. They released me and pushed me back onto the bench so I lay on my back. Brooke straddled me and ran the underside of my shaft along her sopping slit before she pulled me to her portal of pleasure and mounted me with a sigh. As I watched her heavy breasts bounce and sway as she slowly rode me my vision was suddenly obscured when Amanda threw a leg over my face and brought her pussy down upon my mouth. I don't know how long we fucked like this or how many times the girls came as they switched positions again and again. Time lost all meaning as I remained buried under a writhing, twisting knot of hot, wet femininity. They fucked me until my tongue ached, my lips grew numb and my dick felt abraded and tender. But with my dick satisfied from my first orgasm, I still didn't come. Finally exhausted, they dismounted me; leaving my raw throbbing cock twitching expectantly against my sweat streaked stomach. "We want to make you come," said Amanda in an exhausted voice. I looked up at her. She was drenched in sweat. Her makeup was a blur on her flush face. "What do you want us to do?" "I'm not sure," I said pulling myself up off my back. After over and hour of vigorous fucking my cock was nearly numb and the girls were now both so wet and loose I wasn't getting enough friction. Luckily Brooke was digging around in the closet. I heard her voice cry out, "I know what we can do!" She brought out a bottle of baby oil and thrust if towards me. "Whose back door do you want in, Craig?" I knew right away. The thought of invading Brooke's beautiful curvy ass made my prick instantly grow a degree harder. "Bend over," I said to her as I devilishly looked her in the eye. Still standing, she bent over to rest her head on the wet bench cushion and moved her feet about a yard apart. The view from behind her was fantastic. Amanda looked relieved at not having to do anal. However, I called her to me as I squirted a copious stream of oil onto Brooke's upturned ass and told Amanda to get her friend ready. She looked reluctant, biting her lip and scrunching her eyebrows together, so I took her left hand and began rubbing her palm through the slippery puddles. I drew her hand over Brooke's ass then down though her crack; up and down in shorter and shorter iterations; always focusing on Brooke's shimmering dark pucker. "Slide a finger in," I told her. She looked at me with pleading eyes; silently begging "No". "Oh GOD that feels good," said Brooke, her voice muffled through by the cushion. "Come on baby, just poke it in there," I said again. Finally she pressed in slowly and firmly. Her middle finger disappeared inside Brooke's ass up to her first knuckle. I cooed words of encouragement to her as she worked her finger in and out while Brooke writhed and groaned. I told her to add another finger and she slipped her ring finger in alongside the middle finger. She looked up at me, searching for encouragement. I took hold of her right hand and placed it on my cock. With a look of reawakening arousal Amanda worked Brooke's anus with two fingers on her left hand while simultaneously oiling my cock with her right. I leaned in and gave Amanda a deep thank-you kiss which she returned vigorously. "OK," I said. "Ready Brooke?" "God yes," she said. Amanda withdrew her hands and got down to her knees to watch from inches away as I brought the tip of my slick shaft to Brooke's dusky, glossy entrance. I pushed into her tight orifice with relative ease. Amanda watched with increasing interest as I penetrated Brooke slowly at first, then with a gradually increasing tempo. She ran her oily hands up and down Brooke's slick, trembling body and bestowed sweet kisses on her ass as it rocked with the force of my assault. Little gasping cries and whimpers escaped Brooke as I brought myself to the brink of orgasm in her tight, slick rectum. Knowing the time was rapidly coming when I could hold back no longer I reached down to stroke Amanda's head. She looked up at me with wide, mischievous eyes. "You're so beautiful," I told her. She just smiled up at me. Her eyes told me she knew what I was going to ask. "I want to come on those pretty freckles of yours." She nodded rapidly in earnest encouragement. For some reason her enthusiastic acquiescence pushed me past the point where I could hold back further, so, with a wet pop, I pulled myself from Brooke and aimed my florid, filthy cock at Amanda. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth with playful expectation. As Brooke sank to the floor I shot my surprisingly heavy second load onto Amanda. She flinched slightly as it splattered across her face and onto her tongue. I dropped onto the floor with Brooke as Amanda retrieved a towel from the closet to wipe her face clean before settling down beside me. We were all panting and drenched with oil, sweat and the varied juices of love. We didn't say anything for a long time. What was there to say? With our limbs intertwined we enjoyed the fading glow of our steamy heat and the heavy miasma of sex stink in the close air of the little room. We were stupid and clumsy as we helped each other get dressed. We laughed at our inability to master our buttons and zippers. We giggled out of nothing more than pure sexual satiety. The girls fussed over their destroyed make-up as I watched with patient amusement. "I guess you girls are friends again," I said as I watched them. "I think were more than friends now," said Amanda. She reached up to gently stroke the side of Brooke's face. "Thanks Craig," said Brooke. "I've been wishing Amanda was bisexual since I first met her." "Yeah, thanks. I... I can't believe I've denied myself that kind of pleasure for so long." "I told you guys I was an artist," I laughed. Finally as we were ready to leave the little room on weak, wet-noodle legs and thread our way through the party, out of the house and off to our separate lives. I said to Amanda and Brooke, "We should do this again sometime". "Yes!" they both said simultaneously with equally unrestrained enthusiasm that made us all start laughing stupidly again. When we had control of ourselves again we exchanged numbers and sheepishly stepped out of our stale, sweaty room and back into the real world. Amanda and Club Pink Here we were a group of our coworkers watching one of our own, Amanda C., strip in front of us. I know I for one had been fantasizing about this day, but in my wildest dreams I couldn't believe it would have happened. I had been working with a gorgeous young girl, Amanda, who was a contractor at our workplace. She had long, light brown hair, a round, angelic face with tan skin and blue eyes. She was slender and very tall with a great figure. Although she was slender she had a nice, round butt and full breasts. Whenever she walked down the hallway in the skin tight pants she wore, all the guys would just watch her; I know I definitely did. However despite her attire which highlighted her great body, she claimed to be a fundamentalist Christian. Discussions with her revealed that she was very dogmatic about the Bible and how it governs our lives. But I also noticed that she had a stubborn streak, a sort of won't-be-outdone-by-anyone attitude. This played a factor in what transpired. A group of my friends from work had gotten together at a local watering hole and during the conversation, it came up that in our pasts several of us had entered amateur stripping contests. An old girlfriend had talked me into it and two of the girls present, Allison and Jenna, had done so on dares from girlfriends. Several at the table said there is no way they would have done that but two said they could under the right circumstances. One was Paul, who was currently divorced and was trying to break out of his mold. The girls at the table said they would take Paul to a club they knew and would support his performance on stage by cheering him on. That got everybody laughing and a whole series of sexual jokes ensued. The other was Amanda, who having three drinks and obviously feeling one upped by me, Allison and Jenna, wanted to show she could do what anyone else could. To Paul and I and several of the other guys at the table, who had fantasized about Amanda naked every time she walked by, this was very interesting. But it was Allison who laid down the challenge. "Amanda, I happen to know, from my own personal experience, that the Club Pink has amateur night tonight. Are you game for the challenge?" Amanda balked and again Allison challenged her and threw in, "I've had enough to drink tonight. If you want, we can both participate, as long as Mark and Paul agree to do the same at a women's strip joint." Both Paul and I nodded. I was thinking: anything to get to see both Amanda and Allison, a dark brunette with a wild attitude, naked. I wasn't sure how I was going to explain that one, however, to my wife, but with a few beers in me I figured what the fuck. Amanda finally responded to Allison, "No, if you and Jenna and Paul and Mark have done it, I sure as heck can do it." Boy did she fall for the challenge laid down by Allison and I wouldn't have to promise to strip in front of a bunch of my co-workers and have my wife find out about it later. The Club Pink was only a mile away so we all piled into a couple of cars with Allison and Jenna driving Amanda in order to make sure she didn't back out. The club was a local strip club that usually wasn't too crowded in the early evening. They didn't even advertise the amateur contest; apparently you had to know about it by word of mouth. But apparently these amateur nights were popular and the place, normally not very crowded, was full of rowdy men and women. We all squeezed into a table, and Allison and Jenna got Amanda registered with the DJ. Amanda came back to our table and had yet another drink to get over her nervousness. Fortunately for her and for us when it was time the DJ called Amanda first so she had no time to chicken out and she didn't even beg Allison to join her. Allison, always the showman, escorted Amanda on to the stage, however. The crowd responded loudly. I think they thought they were going to see a twosome on the stage...Allison and Amanda stripping and doing each other. But as the throbbing music started Allison backed away and Amanda began to sway as our table cheered her on. She was clearly embarrassed to be up there and had a shy grin on her face and was a little flushed to boot. She was dressed in a modest outfit which made her dancing all the more erotic: innocent average girl takes her clothes off for the crowd. After a few spins around the stage she loosened her blouse out of the top of her skirt and began to unbutton it from the bottom. "You go, girl," came out from several places in the club and Amanda blushed and grinned. But it encouraged her to keep going. One button after another fell open until she was to the top button. She decided to take a few spins around the stage, rocking her hips back and forth and exposing her midriff by pulling her blouse up. Then she faced away from the crowd, opened the last button and shrugged out of her blouse. The crowd cheered its approval. With an even bigger grin she turned around to face the crowd and dropped her blouse to the stage. She was wearing a flesh-toned soft bra that was fairly sheer so the audience and we could see the outline of her nipples under the bra's material. Next Amanda kicked off her shoes and took a few spins around the stage until shouts of "Go, Amanda. You're beautiful, girl. Take it off!!" came from multiple locations around the club. At our table we were whooping and hollering to encourage Amanda to keep going. She looked at the audience with a shy grin and pointed her fingers at her bra and then at her skirt. The crowd, clearly wanting to see some bare tit, was louder when she pointed to her bra. But Amanda chose to take her skirt off next. She slowly unzipped her skirt but still held it up. Again she made a few rounds around the stage rocking and swaying to the music but still hanging on to her skirt. Allison, who had returned to our table, stood up and cheered Amanda on to keep going. She got Amanda's attention and yelled out, "If you do it, I'll do it." The rest of at the table stood up and joined Allison who was unzipping her pants. Paul, Jenna and I began to do the same so you could see everybody's underwear. At this point Amanda starting laughing at us and with a final flourish she let go of her skirt, raised her hands up above her head and began to dance around the stage and out of her skirt. With a loud, "Whooooooooh" she picked up her skirt and blouse and tossed them out into the audience. Now she was really getting into it. Again she queried the audience who was hollering "Take it off, take it off!!!" repeatedly. She pointed at her bra and then at her panties. The crowd was equally loud and so were we. We were cheering her on as was the crowd. It was a friendly crowd out to have a good time. Amanda began strutting back and forth on the stage in time to the music which caused her butt to shake inside her thin, sheer, flesh-toned panties and for her breasts to bounce up and down in her thin, sheer flesh-toned soft bra. As she strutted across the stage she reached behind her and unhooked her bra and shrugged out of it to roaring cheers from the crowd. She then picked it up and tossed it too out to the crowd. Unsupported her young breasts were full, rounded, but firm enough to stand out from her chest. Her nipples were soft not hard and were a tan color; they were about one and half inches in diameter. The contrast of each untanned breast against the rest of her skin was very erotic. A few passes around the stage and she called a guy up from the audience who came to the edge of the stage. She pointed to the edges of her panties. He understood right away and grasping her panties he slid them down her hips and off her legs. Amanda was now fully nude. He white belly was slightly rounded and ended in a full triangle of thick, curly, light brown pubic hair. She pointed to her belly and then when the guy didn't understand she grasped his head and pressed it to her groin and ground her groin into his face. The guy caught on and placed his hands on either side of Amanda's naked butt and pressed his face into her belly and must have done something with his mouth. Amanda got a look of faux astonishment and wagged a finger at him. She was really getting into and must have been attracted to this guy. She looked at him wagged her finger as if to say "no, no, no!" She then stood with her legs slightly apart so she was more exposed and then pointed right to the top of her pussy. Her finger was in her curls and looked like it was pointing to where her clit would be. When the guy didn't react she grabbed his head, opened her legs, and pushed his head lower. He caught on this time and must have responded to her signals by sliding his tongue around her clit and the edge of her pussy. She was fully into entertaining the crowd now. She put the back of her hand against her forehead and got a look on her face like she was experiencing great pleasure at the tip of this man's tongue and began to grind her pussy into this man's face. The crowd was just eating up the show. We had expected at best for Amanda to lose some of her clothes, certainly not all of them and certainly not perform a sex act on the stage. After a few minutes of the guy from the audience clearly working on her pussy with his tongue she pushed him away. Her pubic hair was now parted away from her pussy lips. She waved to the audience for more cheers and was laughing with joy. She strutted back and forth across the stage gave a few kicks and bent over so the audience got a full view of her pink pussy and the now swollen clit sticking out at the top of it. At the end of her show Amanda bowed and headed off the stage to gather up her clothes. Her panties she gave to the guy who had eaten her out. She told us later that as she first began dancing she was mostly frightened not of being naked in front of strangers but how the audience would react to her. Would they like her, would they think she was pretty, would they think she's a terrible dancer, and would they think she was sexy. She said it was great that Allison brought her onto the stage; she wasn't sure she would have walked up there by herself. And at first she thought Allison was just behind her on the stage so she felt comfortable moving to the music. The crowd was so friendly that she soon warmed up to the reception she was getting from the audience and she said it helped to have us there cheering her on. She said unbuttoning her blouse and the crowd cheering her on made her feel sexy. That's when she began to get over her nervousness and get into it. "When I dropped my blouse I thought oh my gosh, I can't believe I'm actually standing here in my skirt and bra. And did I have to wear this sheer bra tonight of all nights. I know everyone is just staring at my boobs. But when I opened my eyes everyone was staring at me and they were having a great time. You guys were having a great time cheering me on. And then I realized I was having a great time and heck this wasn't much different than wearing a bikini at the beach." "Everyone was shouting 'Go girl, go Amanda, take it off, keep going.' It wasn't angry or rough it was friendly. It felt like a wild party and I was the star attraction. I closed my eyes and continued to move my hips and feel the beat of the music. I knew the crowd wanted me to keep going. But again I was scared. I thought to myself: I'm gonna have to take another piece of my clothing off, what should it be? That's when you saw me point to my bra and then to my skirt. I know everyone wanted to see the bra go, but I just couldn't. "So I let the music pass through me and looked at all the cheering faces and decided to drop my skirt. I'd still have my bra and panties. It still would be like a bikini at the beach. But instead of just dropping my skirt I felt sexy and wanted to perform for everyone so that's why I began to play with my skirt. And then I finally felt it was the right time to take the plunge and there the skirt went to the floor. But I knew I'd have to get rid of my clothes completely so that's when I reached down picked up my blouse and skirt and threw them into the crowd. It was at that moment that I felt liberated. I knew I was going to go all the way and I did." Jenna then asked Amanda, "What was the thing with the hunky Italian guy? That was pretty bold, girl. I gotta say you took the cake with that one. Kudo's to Amanda, all." And we raised a toast to Amanda and her initiation to public stripping. We watched the other amateur women perform their dances and then left as a group. None of us ever mentioned it to anyone else at where we worked and shortly thereafter everyone but me found jobs elsewhere. Amanda & George George stared hard at Jenny's beautiful body, clad in tight denim shorts that showed off the perfect globes of her ass, and separated her pussy lips at the front and a tee-shirt that was straining to keep her voluptuous breasts in, and the cowboy hat and boots was what got George going every time. She slowly swayed in time to the music playing in the background, as she did she threw the cowboy hat away like a Frisbee, with a sinister grin, as she continued to dance she slowly eased the tee-shirt upwards revealing her firm stomach and sexy pierced belly button, she turned her back to George as she eased the tee-shirt over her head and threw it aside. She continued to dance with her back to George showing off her very fuckable ass, then she turned to face George once again cupping her firm breasts in her hands, teasing him even more, as she danced George parted the dressing gown he was wearing and started massaging his semi-erect member. After playing with her dark brown nipples, which were as hard as rocks by now, Jenny slowly started to undo the buttons to her shorts one button at a time, dancing all the while. George had sped up his hand movements and by now was breathing very heavily, and as Jenny slid her shorts down her fabulous legs to reveal her neatly shaved mound, George blew his load all over his stomach and couch, he the reached for the remote control and pressed stop on the video recorder. George wiped himself off with some tissue and went to the liquor cabinet to fix himself a drink, Jack Daniels and coke then he settled himself back on the couch to watch a game of football. As he sat and watched the game he heard the front door open, it was Amanda his 20 year old daughter. "Hey Hon', how was work today?" George inquired, "It was O.K." she sighed " A few of the kids at the crèche were a hand full, so I'm just going to have a long soak in the bath then go to bed." "Hon' do you want me to fix you a snack?" "Nah, I had a burger not so long ago" she said as she made her way up the stairs. George watched the remaining 3 quarters of the game, and by the time it was over it was well after midnight, so he plugged out the TV and made his way quietly upstairs so as not wake Amanda. As he reached the top of the stairs he noticed that Amanda's door was ajar so he decided to close it to prevent it banging later in the night as they left the landing window open for fresh air. As George approached the door he noticed a dim light coming from inside, " It must be one of those aromatherapy candles she's burning again, damn that girl is gonna burn this house down so day." So he peeked in through the opening in the door and his jaw must have hit the floor, there laying completely naked was his daughter, no longer a girl but a fully fledged woman. Amanda lay there eyes closed as she caressed her lovely firm breasts, whimpering as she pinched the big dark nipples to erection, then slowly she moved her left hand slowly over her stomach and down between her legs. She slowly bent her knees slightly and spread her legs, and let her fingers lightly touch her already moist slit. George knew he shouldn't be watching this but he couldn't resist, he suddenly became aware of the monster erection he was sporting and as the continued to watch he gently undid his dressing gown and let it slide to the floor, along with is boxers, he wrapped his hand around his throbbing cock and slowly started to stroke it. As he laid his shoulder against the jamb of the door he gazed with awe at the beautiful creature he saw inside, Amanda still laid with her long tanned legs apart as she teased her pussy lips, using her index finger to stroke them lightly from top to bottom, occasionally she stopped to play with her clit. Amanda now started using her long blonde hair to tickle her nipples, and as she did so she slipped the index finger of her left hand into her now soaking wet pussy, using the palm of her hand to stimulate her clit. By now George was working up a sweat but still was a long time from cumming due to his earlier fun, he took time out from jerking off and removed his tee-shirt, using it to wipe the sweat off his face and upper body, he then rolled it into a ball and threw it up the hallway and it landed on his bedroom floor. He then turned his attention back to Amanda who was now on the brink of orgasm, George started to resume his previous position, cock in hand he started to lay up against the door jamb again... but slipped and ended up standing stark naked in Amanda's room. Amanda immediately sat bolt upright in the bed and pulled the covers over herself, "Oh my God, Dad what do you think your doing spying on me?" she screamed. " I know, I know I got carried away when I saw you like that, I'm so, so sorry" he pleaded now with his hands holding his head, completely forgetting about his nakedness. " It's just that when I saw you there I realized that your no longer my little girl, you've grown up so much into an incredibly attractive woman." With his hands still covering his face he began to sob, suddenly he noticed something warm and moist brushing his still erect cock, he took his hands away from his face and looked down, only to see his own daughter licking his dick. "Amanda what are you doing?" "Well dad I can't just leave you it this hard-on, since I was the one who gave it to you." George tried to fight the urge but failed, so he placed his hands behind his daughters head and started to face fuck her, he was amazed at how good a cocksucker she was, he always thought she was the quite type but now he knew she had a lot of practice to be this good. She bobbed her head up and down his shaft, stopping every so often to lick the head of his dick, then she'd start bobbing again. After a while, to George's amazement, she started to deep throat his 7 inch dick, as she did so she reached up and started squeezing his balls, this all became to much and George screamed "I'm cummming!!!!!!" expecting Amanda to pull away but instead she increased her head bobbing and sucked him for all he was worth. With that George exploded into Amanda's mouth with a loud groan, Amanda moaned slightly as she swallowed her fathers creamy load. After a few minutes of Amanda sucking him clean, George grabbed her and pushed her on her back, he put her knees over his shoulders and nestled his face into her completely shaved mound and started lapping his tongue up and down her slit, sometimes nibbling the edges, as he did this he used his fingers to play with her clit which her licked lightly on every up stroke. Amanda soon started rocking back to her fathers tongue movement; she then grabbed her father by the hair and forced his face deeper into her muff, within a few minutes her breathing became shallow and very rapid, and her body became tense as an orgasm rocked through her body and she screamed in ecstasy. Her father remained between her legs for at least ten minutes lapping up her juices. After a while he rolled from between her legs and moved up the bed to lie down beside her. " Jeeze, dad you sure are good with your tongue" Amanda exclaimed. "I'm a bit rusty because I haven't had a woman since you mother died 5 years ago." " You haven't had anyone since mom?" she said shocked. "No." With that Amanda swung her leg over her fathers torso and straddled him, the sight of his beautiful slim daughter staring down at him combined with the warmth of her pussy on his stomach brought his cock back to life as it sprung up and rubbed Amanda's firm ass. She smiled down at him and brought her face down to his and kissed him square on the mouth, letting her tongue probe deep into his warm mouth. Amanda then positioned herself over her fathers cock and used her hand to slowly guide herself down onto his erect mast, as her entered her tight warm fuck hole they both moaned with pleasure. George could not believe how tight his daughter was, and he was afraid of shooting his load straight away. When George was completely inside Amanda she stopped so he could regain his composure, then when he was ready she began to slide up and down his shaft, sliding very slowly enjoying the bliss they were both experiencing. As Amanda slowly fucked him George cupped her smooth tits in his hands, her tits weren't massive yet weren't small, they comfortably rested in each of his hands. He caressed his daughters tits and pinched the nipples remembering how much she moaned earlier on that night when she did it herself, true enough she began to moan loudly as her hip movement grew faster and harder. George grabbed her by the hips and turned her to face away from him, from there he managed to get her into the doggy style position without exiting her, he then started pulling her hips back to meet his every thrust. They picked up speed and were soon fucking as hard as they could, Georges balls could be heard slapping against her with every pelvic thrust. Suddenly both their bodies tensed as they both came closer to orgasm, as they both came George rammed deep into Amanda's cavity. They collapsed in a loving embrace, kissed each other and fell fast asleep, George still buried deep inside Amanda.