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Amber Ch. 01

By: WFEATHER



One's eighteenth birthday should be a day full of fun and celebration. It is one of those key moments of transition in life, when one finally becomes a legal adult, obtains the right to vote, is permitted to buy property, and can legally make one's own choices. 

For Amber, however, her eighteenth birthday was a day of extreme tragedy. It was the first day of her senior year of high school, so skipping school simply was not an option. It was also the day on which her father was killed in an insurgent ambush in Iraq. Learning of her husband's death while driving, her mother also died that day, and the shock of his death distracted her greatly, resulting in a fatal collision with a tanker truck. 

With her relatives all living on the other side of the country or even on the other side of the world, there was suddenly no place for Amber to stay as, not surprisingly, she definitely did not want to be in the large family home on her own. 

No place except for my place. 

I had been a family friend for about a decade, since shortly after they had moved to the neighborhood. Paul's car had broken down just in front of my driveway one morning, and when I saw the situation, I had immediately gone outside to help him push the car back to the house. From just that simple act of kindness, a strong friendship blossomed which also quickly included his wife Francina and their young daughter Amber. 

I had watched little Amber grow up. With her father gone so much for his military career, training soldiers at bases around the world in matters so specialized that just hearing the basics would easily make my head swim, Amber seemed to regard me as a second father. 

Since I did not have any children of my own, Amber was practically a daughter to me. Given that I lived only four houses away and worked from home as a consultant, I watched for Amber every morning and afternoon, ensuring that she was indeed on her way to and from school and was safe. She would sometimes stop by to see me on the way home from school, and she and I would chat over cookies and milk. 

In fact, that is exactly what we were doing when the police called her cell phone to inform her of her parents' deaths. 

I held Amber tightly to me, wishing I could somehow take away her anguish. I had often held her like that - after having fallen from her bike when she was just eight years old, after her favorite and most respected middle school teacher had been arrested for child pornography, after her first boyfriend had dumped her because she refused to let him get underneath her clothes... But this time, I held Amber even more tightly than usual, because I could truly share her anguish, for I had just lost two dear friends. 

Labor Day Weekend is typically the last fun weekend of summer, the last chance for people to get away to the summer destinations such as beaches and amusement parks. In recent years, Paul and Francina and Amber and I had gone canoeing on Labor Day Weekend, usually on Labor Day itself. But this year, however, instead of being on the local river, Amber and I stood in the shade of a massive oak tree, watching as my friends and her parents were lowered into the ground, buried side by side. 

Although some of her relatives had been more than willing to stay at the family home with her during the time around the funeral, Amber no longer wanted to stay there for any length of time without her parents there. Some friends' families were willing to take her in, but she instead chose to come stay with me, and everyone understood. The connection Amber and I had developed over the years was strong indeed, and it would take a significant event to tear us apart, and just about everyone who saw Amber and me together quickly recognized that fact. 

For the long term, none of Amber's relatives could afford to stay with her for her final year of high school, and after having spent so many years with the same friends in the same area, she had no desire to go to the other side of the country and start all over again when she would be moving on to college one year later anyhow. Again, since I was practically a second father to her, everyone agreed that it would be best for Amber to spend her senior year of high school with me. 

It was actually good for me as well to have Amber staying with me. The guest room in my small house had always been kept ready, and Amber had on several occasions spent a night or two with me while her parents were both gone out of town, so I already had space for her - I simply needed to buy food for two every week, not food for one. 

While Amber had been staying with me since the day she learned of her parents' deaths, she did not truly move to my place until after the funeral, after the relatives had all left the state and left her alone with me. It was an appropriately dreary Saturday morning when Amber and I began the process of packing up her life and moving things to my guest bedroom. Over the course of the day, her former bedroom became more and more vacant, and by mid-afternoon, while there was plenty of unpacking to be done, my guest bedroom had been transformed into my daughter's bedroom. 

After the last of Amber's belongings had been brought to my house, she wanted to go back to her house one more time. I waited downstairs, allowing her some time to herself in her old bedroom. When she had not come back downstairs some twenty minutes later, I went upstairs to check on her. 

Dressed in her red flip-flops and blue denim shorts and pink t-shirt, her amber hair disheveled and her sweat-laden clothes still clinging to her from the physical activity of the move, Amber looked just like the little girl I would sometimes console as she knelt on the ground, crying after a small injury. 

Perhaps that is why, when I found her kneeling in the doorway to her old bedroom and sobbing quietly, I thought nothing of kneeling behind her and wrapping my arms around her. 

The quiet sobs grew in intensity, and my tears joined hers. We may not have been father and daughter by blood, but her heartache was still very much my heartache, which is why at that moment, more than at any other time in our lives, we truly needed each other. 

*****

The next few weeks were telling ones for us. For the first time in over a decade, I was truly living with someone, and that required time to become accustomed to the situation. It was the little things which surprised me most: a long strand of amber hair found on the arm of the sofa, an extra set of towels in the bathroom, a second car in the driveway, a recent issue of Seventeen on the coffee table, the radio set to a local rock station, diet drinks in the refrigerator, a bra which had been accidentally dropped between the washer and the dryer... 

But most of all, even when Amber was at school or out with friends, the house no longer felt empty. Typically, only Amber and her parents would visit me, but with Amber living with me, I came to know her friends - teenagers I had previously met in some cases but never truly knew. 

It took several weeks for Amber to truly catch up on the schoolwork she had missed because of the funeral and the legal issues surrounding her parents' estate. By this time, fall was definitely noticeable in the air, signaling the end of summer and hinting at the coming winter, the leaves starting to change from green to a plethora of fiery colors. When she was home, I largely left Amber alone to focus on catching up with her schoolwork, and that allowed me to catch up as in my own work, since I had needed to accompany her for the various legal issues. 

The leaves fell - first in singles, then in small groups... then seemingly overnight, the entire yard was full of multicolored leaves attempting to blanket the green grass. As I raked the leaves into a large pile, I stopped for a moment, looking at the pile and remembering how, after having spent several years living in the desert, Francina had marveled at the many natural colors during her first fall in the northern town. 

A sudden feminine cry of joy snapped my attention back to the present, and I turned around to witness Amber running toward me. It shocked me, for while I had seen her in all types of activities before, I had not seen such sheer, pure joy light her face since she was a little girl on a park swing. Her joy was contagious, and I could only laugh openly when she leapt into the air with her arms flung wide apart and practically dove into the tall pile of leaves. 

That was when I knew that Amber was truly finished mourning the loss of her parents, and somehow, I felt that if she was done mourning, then I could be done mourning the loss of my friends. 

Admittedly, Amber and I made quite a spectacle that afternoon, jumping repeatedly into the pile of leaves, her giddiness and her youth incredibly infecting me. And when at last we were done, I was in the pile of leaves, their unmistakable scent filling my nostrils, with Amber laying atop me, grinning with her lips and her eyes as she gazed fondly upon me. 

After a few moments, I hugged this special young woman tightly to me, reveling in the feel of her pressing against me. Suddenly, I was aware that she was no longer the little girl I once knew. The almost-unnoticeable scent of her shampoo, her gentle curves, and especially her softness signaled that I was in the presence of a woman. 

...and her presence made itself known between us. 

Amber kissed my neck, moving slightly upon my growing length. Then, with a sweet smile, she stood and offered me her hand, and I accepted and allowed her to help me to stand once again. We stood there in the front yard for several long seconds, simply looking at each other and smiling, both of us fully aware that something had indeed changed between us. 

Finally, Amber headed back toward the house, and I returned to raking. When I heard the front door open a few minutes later, I was genuinely surprised to see Amber returning to me with the second rake. Without a word, she joined me in the yardwork. 

No words were said until we were done. No words needed to be said. We were each simply content to be in the other's presence. That was good enough, for while I had lost two close friends and she had lost both her parents, Amber and I had each other for life.  

Amber Ch. 01



I was less than two days away from getting married and had promised my virginity to my husband to be. This unfortunately did not happen. 

I am not sure of the reason to this day. Weather it was the booze or all the comments about it's the last chance to sow your wild oats or both. I allowed myself to be seduced by a group of black men.

I enjoyed the experience very much. I was alone with a rotund man with a small penis the next day when I woke up. He was nearly three hundred pounds and grotesque in nature. This put me off at first until I found him to be kind and a gentle lover. He wanted to see me again after I was married but I put him off some what accepting his business card. I noted his name and the fact he worked at a home improvement store I went to all the time.

It was almost a year later approaching my first anniversary before I set foot in the store again. I had stopped taking birth control pills in hopes of starting a family with my husband. My husband one morning suggested we put a hot tub in off the back deck and I had said okay not really paying attention. My husband remembered seeing James business card in my wallet suggesting we should go there for a possible deal on the purchase. I was reluctant to go as the memories of that night rushed back but Mark insisted.

Mark insisted I ride with James to show him where our house was so he could deliver our new hot tub. I tried to stave off James advances but as soon as we were alone he kissed me and we almost got caught at the store by his co workers. I ended up giving him a blow job in a gas station parking lot.

I sat patiently on a swing as James and Mark discussed the installation. My husband let it slip he would be out of town Thursday until Monday. James convinced Mark to let him install the hot tub as they could be tricky if you had never done it before. James insisted he could do it Thursday as it was his day off. 

My panties became drenched when James insisted something could be worked out for his labor.

My name is Amber I am 23 years old married less than a year. I have a 36c-26-36 frame weighing 135 pounds brunette hair and blue eyes. This is the second time I cheated on Mark but the first as his wife.

Now here I am sitting naked in my new hot tub leaning on a fat black man ignoring my husband's calls. I had just realized I was no longer on the pill and let it out softly to James who did not seem to care that he just pumped his Potent African seed into my pale unprotected pussy.

James enjoyed his soak while sipping his beer. I did not say anything for a few minutes recovering from my excitement, "James I can't do this I'm not on the pill. Mark and I want to start a family."

James took a sip of his beer, "To late to worry about that Amber."

"I know it was just the excitement of it all got to me."

"Kind of like the night Roger got your virginity at the poker game?"

"Yes. It all happened so fast and the excitement got to me."

"Do you regret that night?"

"No of course not it was exciting. I have no regrets."

"Well if you really want me to leave I have a poker game to go to tonight."

Before I realized it I said, "Have it here."

James toothy grin appeared, "Roger and Willie are part of the group."

"I like them."

"I will set it up."

"Okay. Tell them to bring condoms just in case."

"No!"

"Why not?"

"You want a repeat of that night it's bareback or not at all."

"But I can't get pregnant. Not by a black man."

"Okay then I must be going."

I kissed James with passion reaching into the bubbling water to stroke his cock. He was already hard so I eased him up to the edge of the hot tub and straddled him as he lay on his back. I grabbed his small cock and sat on it quickly. I gyrated on his cock as his dark eyes stared up into my baby blue eyes, "Call them."

"I thought you didn't want to be black pregnant?"

I kissed James hard pushing my tongue into his mouth. James small penis brought me more pleasure than my husbands. He knew how to use it poking all the right spots in my vagina. I rode him hard as I kissed him with more passion then I ever gave Mark. I had several orgasms during my ride. It took about ten minutes when James erupted into me again. I had an intense orgasm breaking the kiss I wailed, "Toooo late."

I collapsed on top of James for a few minutes to recover. I rolled off him onto the deck.

My cell rang James grabbed it, "It's Mark."

"Let it go to voice mail I'll call him later."

My phone stopped ringing, "I need to make some calls."

"Hey Roger let's have the poker game at a house this week."

"Yeah I got a place and you won't believe who it is."

"No not her."

"Nope."

"All right. Do you remember that girl Amber you picked up? The virgin bride to be?"

"Yeah that's right. Her husbands out of town all weekend and she just got a hot tub installed."

"James gave him my address. See you around one o'clock then."

I rolled over staring into James dark eyes, "One o'clock I better take a nap."

I got up and walked into the house James followed. I showered and James climbed in with me. We kissed and fondled each other washing the chlorine off our bodies. I lay on my marital bed and James cuddled up behind me. He became the gentle man I remembered putting his arm over my hip rubbing my belly.

I rolled over staring into his dark eyes. His hand moved to my back. He asked "Having second thoughts?"

"No not at all. As a matter of fact I'm getting horny just thinking about it." My hand moved down to caress his cock, "What excites you the most?"

"I really can't say. The risk of it all," I felt his cock twitch. 

"Unprotected sex, disease, possible pregnancy, a black baby." I moved down taking his cock into my mouth. I sucked him for a couple of minutes but he would not harden. He rolled over on his stomach displaying his large ass to me. I became more excited remembering the pungent odor the first time I licked his ass.

I dove in with the first flick of my tongue he let out a moan. I continued to lick and kiss his smelly ass until my jaw tired.

When James rolled over onto his back he was hard. I took his cock into my mouth and sucked for all I was worth. He rubbed my head, "Are you fertile?"

I mumbled around hs cock, "Uh Dunt tink so."

"So why are you so worried?"

"wisky clus."

"How I wish right now it was your fertile time."

I moaned around his cock with that said. This stimulation set him off as he ejaculated and I swallowed his spend. Looking up to James over his fat belly I licked the head of his cock, "Me too."

I crawled up James's torso cuddling up to him my arm over his chest and foot stroking his leg, "How close are you to being fertile?"

I stared into his dark eyes with my blue eyes, "Why?"

"Curious."

"Curiosity got me laid before my wedding."

"Yeah I remember. So when?"

"If my cycle stays normal three or four days."

"May have to enjoy the fruits of my labor until Monday as well as your fruits," James said with a smirk.

I giggled, "I don't know about that sounds way to risky."

"Rutting like nature intended for one purpose sounds exciting not risky," rubbing my stomach emphasizing his meaning.

"And what's that suppose to mean?"

"Animals in the wild have sex for one reason," he told me with a toothy grin.

"And what would that be?"

"They copulate to get pregnant."

My pussy fluttered, "But I'm married. I can't do that to my husband."

"That's why the animal kingdom is so great."

James's finger worked down to play with my clit. I moaned, "And why is that great?"

"Only a couple of the species mate with one chosen mate." I moaned again, "The rest mate with the alpha male without committing to just one."

James rationalizations made me hornier although they confused me somewhat.

I got up, "I'm hungry do you want something to eat?"

"A sandwich is okay."

I pulled on a pair of panties and donned a long t-shirt, "Come on then."

James came out to the kitchen a couple minutes later, "What's with the clothes?"

"I just thought we could talk for a while before your friends got here."

"Okay if that's what you want," James walked out to the hot tub pulling on his boxers and shorts.

James came back in placing his shirt over the back of a chair before sitting down.

I placed two plates and two beers down joining James, "Does that line of bullshit really work?"

James took a bite of his food and a swig of beer. Looking me dead in my dreamy blue eyes, "What bullshit?"

I blushed, "About female animals mating with several males?"

He looked at me with a sinister grin, "It's true you can read all about the mating rituals of the animal kingdom online."

I gave James a big smile, "No I believe you."

We finished our sandwiches and beers.

I got up and put the cans in the recycle bin and placed the plates in the dish washer. There was a knock at my door.

James rushed to answer the door, "Roger, Will you're early."

Five black men walked into the kitchen. James placed the beers they brought in the fridge. Roger smiled at me, "Never thought I'd see you again."

I blushed looking down to the floor, "Nor did I."

James picked up his shirt and came over to me, "I got to go."

I panicked, "You can't go. I want you here."

Kissing me deeply my pussy gushed as his tongue dueled with mine. Breaking the kiss, "Sorry babe you wore me out need to get some sleep."

I stood there to stunned to say anything as James grabbed his shirt and walked out the door.

It took a minute for me to regain my thoughts, "So I've been set up again?"

"You invited us there is no set up," Willie said.

"I am so stupid."

"You enjoyed it last time," Roger said.

"That's true. Very much."

Willie walked up behind me placing his hands on my hips. Kissing my neck, "You want us to leave?" whispering in my ear, "We're not rapists."

Leaning my head on Willie's shoulder I moaned, "Nooo!"

Roger grabbed some beers, "So where's the hot tub?"

Willie let me go, "Outside off the deck."

One of the men I did not recognize commented, "Sweet ass," as I walked out the door.

The four men followed me removing their ties and Jackets, "I thought you were going to play poker?"

The men laughed. Roger spoke, "No you misunderstood we're here to poke her."

I felt a flutter in my pussy, "So where do you want to start?"

Willie dropped his pants, "With you in the hot tub."

Without hesitation I removed my clothes and was first in the tub.

Roger was next followed by Willie. The two new faces sat at the picnic table sipping their beers.

Roger picked me up sitting me in his lap facing him. He said, "I'm glad you're not mad about that night."

"It wasn't your fault," I said before kissing him.

"I took advantage of your situation," kissing me back.

"It was my curiosity and drunkenness that allowed that." I kissed him, "Besides I'm glad I sowed my wild oats that night."

I felt his cock spring up to touching my pussy, "Why are you glad you sowed your wild oats?"

Reaching down I rubbed the tip of his cock between my nether lips. I kissed him again, "I have nothing to wonder about later in life."

He lifted my ass and I kissed him. My tongue darted into his mouth. He lowered my ass and I felt his dick pierce my cunt lips.

I slid down Roger's cock which reached places deep in my pussy I didn't remember ever having been touched. When his balls touched my ass I let out a moan, "Ooooh! So deep."

"Girl you got nine inches of African black snake in you now," Roger said. He started sucking on my left breast pinching my nipple between his teeth.

I gyrated my hips on his lap feeling for the first time his mushroomed dome pushing at the entrance to my womb. Moaning, "What are you doing to me? OH MY GOD!"

Roger stood picking me up before turning and laying me on the deck. Placing my legs on his shoulders he started pounding my honey pot. Kissing my toes, "Girl you like the black mamba pounding your cheating cunt?"

I thrust my hips up to meet his thrusting, "Oh God! Fuck Meee!"

Roger pulled his cock out of me rolling me onto my knees. I came face to cock with Willie's hard on. Roger got behind me sinking his cock back into my love tunnel. I wrapped my left hand around Willie's python before sucking the head into my wanton mouth. I heard one of the strangers, "Bitch is a married ho."

Willie and Roger got into a smooth rhythm rather quickly. I started rocking back and forth as one went in one came out. I started to cum, "Uh fuks muh pussy," I garbled around a mouthful of cock.

The two at the table got crude, "That whore likes the double team."

"I never saw a white bitch that could fuck like that."

"Ah men to that," Slap with a high five.

Roger slapped my ass, "Take it baby girl," I came, "Should have seen her the night I got her virginity."

"No way man someone was tapping that before you got to her."

Willie spoke up, "Nah Amber here was trying to save herself for her husband on their wedding night."

Roger's cock started to swell, "Wow and you got her first hot damn."

Roger pushed his cock in parting the opening of my cervix, "How close did she come to succeeding?"

"Only a day and a half," Roger said. I felt the first rope of his African sperm spew into my womb. "Feel that Amber the venom of my black snake flooding your Caucasian womb?"

I tossed my head back, "YESSSS!" I wailed, "Cum in me."

"Sure hope the sluts on birth control," came from the table.

I sank to the deck with my head on my arms. I felt another pulse and spurt of hot cum spew into my womb. Dreamily I remembered what we were taught in sex education about a woman's cycle changing with excitement and pleasure.

With every spurt of semen I wondered how many living sperm were being released into me. I became more excited thinking about my egg being released early. I came so hard thinking about this.

Warmth spread through my womb as I counted the seven remaining spurts of African sperm into my pale body.

I was still in dream land when Roger pulled out of me. Before I could move I felt Willie move in behind me. Felling his cock running through my slit I moaned. Before I realized it Willie lubed his one eyed monster with Roger's cum and stuffed it in my asshole, "OWWW! Take it easy."

"I loved tapping this ass last year."

"Take it easy Willie it's been a year and it hurts."

"What your husband don't tap your shitter?"

"Nooo!" I moaned, "Never said he wanted to."

Willie started rocking slowly so my ass could open up. Willie let out a gtunt, "Poor bastard don't know what he's missing."

"I know." I moaned as Willie sank balls deep.

My ass adjusted to his cock, "I'm going to fuck your sweet ass now."

"I'm ready. Take it easy."

Willie started slowly until I started moaning loudly, "Fuck my ass! Oh God! Yes harder."

He pounded my ass for a short time before pulling out and rolling me over. Crawling up my spent body I opened my mouth as the first spurt of cum landed on my chin and ended in my hair. Willie stuffed his dick into my mouth and flooded my oral cavity. I enveloped his spewing cock and swallowed his semen.

I heard clapping, "Bitch goes ass to mouth what a skank."

Willie stood up and I jumped up with cum drooling down my face. I scooped it up with my fingers and sucked them clean. I strode over to the two men. "Who are you?" I said with anger.

Their eyes shot open, "I'm RJ and this is Ty."

I stood with a hand on my hip, "Lets get something straight."

They looked at me with fear, "Okay."

"We are all here for a good time I'm not a whore, skank or bitch my name is Amber. I took a deep breath, "If you want to stay you will treat me with respect if not you can get the fuck out."

Mark's ring tone sounded. I picked up my panties and cell phone wiping the cum from my face, "Hi honey."

"No everything went fine our hot tub is in."

"I just found it."

"I left it on the deck."

"No I took James out to dinner to say thank you."

"I was just locking up when you called that's when I found it."

"Why don't we have a barbeque next weekend and invite James after we inaugurate it properly."

I felt semen leak down my thigh, "Ooh! I love you to. See you Monday."

I hung up and turned to see RJ and Ty staring opened mouthed.

I strutted over to RJ and straddled his lap. He became excited when I kissed him, "Do we have an understanding?"

"Yes Amber."

I stood he picked his cock up, "Then fuck me."

I sat on RJ's African lance. Kissing him I felt my ass settle on his thighs. RJ grabbed my ass and rode me up and down his cock. Looking in my blue eyes with a smile, "Amber you have one velvety smooth honey pot."

I blushed, "Thank you. Take me to bed."

RJ stood and I noticed Roger and Willie dressing, "Where are you going?"

"We have to work in the morning." Roger said. "Don't be late boys."

I wrapped my legs over RJ's hips as we walked to the bedroom, "Where to Amber?"

"Down the hall last door on the right."

I used my legs to post on his cock. When we entered the bedroom RJ slowly placed us on the bed his love tool never leaving my body. Roger's comment boys struck me, "How old are you two?"

RJ was busy suckling my right tit, "Twenty-four and Twenty-five. Why?"

"I'm no cradle robber."

"Speaking of that how about you?"

"Twenty-three. Oooh God!" I came.

RJ pounded into me harder as I placed my feet flat on the bed and began hunching up to meet his thrusts. RJ released my breast and slowly licked his way up my neck to my lips.

Mashing his lips to mine I wrapped my arms around his head delving my tongue down his throat. 

The passion of this kiss and all that had happened this week meeting James again I was in a sexual stupor. I was into this fucking much more then I ever have been with my husband. Our hips were slapping loudly, my pussy was making squelching noises, and my thoughts were driving me wild.

I was in a dream state with all my thoughts until RJ grunted. He broke the kiss his dark eyes staring into my blue eyes, "Amber are you on birth control?"

"Fuck me!" I came, "Does it matter? OOOH GOD!"

My legs cinched his waist when I felt his cock start to swell, "Yes I don't need to be a baby daddy yet."

I came so hard my legs pulled his cock tight to my cervix opening my womb. I felt the first pulse and I arched up to get his dick as deep as possible. Cumming for the third time, "NOOOO!" I screamed, "CUM IN ME!"

RJ tried to pull out but my legs had locked him deep inside me. "AMBER!" He shouted.

It was too late the first jet of his baby batter filled my womb. He collapsed on top of me as his cock continued to pulse. In my mind I thought how much cum can one set of balls produce? He must have squirted fifteen shots of potent African sperm into me.

When my legs finally fell limp to the sides RJ rolled off angry. Ty asked, RJ what's up?"

"The bitch isn't on birth control," He stormed out, "I'll be outside."

Ty didn't waste any time he was in me in a heart beat. His cock was smaller than my husbands. He started fucking me but I really had no feeling for him. He was not a skilled lover. He did not try to suckle my breast nibble at my neck or anything to please me.

Before I knew what had happened he spewed a couple of watery cum shots and rolled off. 

I lay there for about fifteen minutes before I got up to lock the house. I thought RJ's the Alpha male of those two.

I felt cum leaking down my thighs as I walked around. I was so tired I went to bed without washing.

I crawled under the covers and was out before my head hit the pillow. During the night I had dreams of Alpha males breeding me. These changed to hoards of African sperm trying to be the one to conquer my Caucasian egg.

I woke with a start as I dreamed of my belly swelling with a black baby. I noticed the clock Ten A.M.




Amber Ch. 01



I jumped up scared what had I done. I phoned my gynecologist and was able to get in after a one o'clock cancelation.

I took a shower to wash the dirtiness from my body. As I was scrubbing my body my skin became tender so I finished and dried off. I wrapped a towel around my body and left for the kitchen.

I started a pot of coffee before sitting at the table. I sat there and thought that is the second time I have been with several black men at a time. Yesterday was different I was not on birth control willing allowing them to cum in me and so close to being fertile. Am I a slut, a whore, a skank? Like RJ and Ty said.

The coffee gurgled to completion. I looked up to see the caramel color inside the swelled pot. My stomach knotted as I placed my hand on it. Worse yet my pussy gushed, Am I easy for black cock?



Amber Ch. 01



Amber walked hand in hand with Brett to the front door of the architecturally designed house on the outskirts of town. There was nothing distinguishing about the house that separated it from the others in the street. It had the obligatory suburban neat and tidy front lawn, cars parked out on the street. From the outside that is, inside was a different story. 

Brett wasn't her boyfriend. He worked with her at the accountancy firm where she was a P.A. They were both 25 years old and got on ok but he wasn't her type. Brett had asked her to go with him to a 'special' party where you had to go as a couple to be let in. She'd laughed when he'd first suggested it, then later when she realised he wasn't joking she was intrigued.

"Look I can't go on my own. I've been told I have to bring a woman with me to keep the numbers right."

Amber frowned, "Why? Surely it wouldn't matter if there were more men? It isn't a key party is it? You don't get paired up with another person of the opposite sex?"

Brett shrugged, "I don't know. It's something about keeping the atmosphere right. Women make it less threatening. Look all I know is that I was told if I wanted to go I had to bring a woman. Do you want to go or not."

Amber didn't need long to decide. The thought of a swinger's party, an orgy, an opportunity to fuck a like-minded stranger was too good a chance to pass up.

"Of course I'll come. But then you knew I'd say yes didn't you?"

Brett chuckled, "Amber! Your reputation precedes you. You're the very definition of a girl who's 'up for it' if ever there was one."

That was a week ago and here they were waiting on the doorstep, both buzzing with anticipation. Brett looked hot in tight black jeans that showed off his best asset, his ass and an open neck navy shirt. He smelled good and Amber told him so. It was a shame he didn't do it for her. But there you go, the chemistry wasn't there.

Amber spent an hour or more sorting through her wardrobe before she decided to keep it simple. She chose a heavily embroidered Japanese red silk dress with a high collar and short sleeves. It was so tight fitting it looked like she'd been sewn into it. The skirt had been cut to just above the knee, with a split over the front of her thigh that stopped just short of her groin. She wore her dark hair in a high bun with two engraved chopsticks holding it up. Her black patent stilettos showed off her tight calves and long slim legs. She opted to go without panties or a bra, deciding it was unnecessary. Everyone knew what they were in for.

The front door opened and a tall, blonde, stunning woman greeted them. She looked 45 years old but was probably a lot older. She wore a maroon demi-cup corset with a pair of see-through panties. She wore garters, sheer silk stockings and heels as high as Ambers but with chrome tips that shone in the muted half-light. She had a drink in one hand and a riding crop in the other. 

"Hey there Brett! I see you brought a date after all. Gary didn't think you'd be able to find anyone."

She leaned in and kissed Brett on the mouth, a quick kiss but one that Amber could see had meaning for the two of them. 

"Hi Jasmine. This is Amber. We work together. Amber this is Jasmine, she's our hostess and her husband Gary...is here somewhere."

Amber smiled and nodded at Jasmine. 

"Hi there. It's nice to meet you. You have a lovely home."

Jasmine looked Amber up and down. Her eyes narrowing appreciatively before catching Amber's eye, the tip of her tongue snaking out to lick her bottom lip. Amber almost swooned under Jasmine's scrutiny. Never before had she felt so moved by another person's gaze or presence.

"Mm, Amber is it? What an amazing outfit. You look gorgeous. Almost good enough to eat!"

She laughed and ushered them in.

"In you go, get a drink and have fun. I'll come and check on you later."

As the door shut behind them, Brett steered Amber into the lounge room. People in all stages of dress and undress were standing around either chatting and laughing together, some were dancing and some were either watching or participating in varying sex acts. 

To her left there was a woman with two men pleasuring her. One had his cock in her pussy and the other was sucking on her tits. On the couch lay a man getting, what seemed to be a great blow job, by the sounds he was making. Others were kissing, fondling, touching or just outright fucking on the floor or on the various cushions scattered around the room. There had to be at least 20 people here, how many others were there, wondered Amber? Brett tugged her hand.

"You ok? You look kinda stunned."

Amber tore her eyes away from the scenes before her.

"This is amazing. I've never seen anything like this before. And I've seen some shit!"

Brett chuckled, "I knew you'd like it. C'mon lets get some drinks. There's someone I'm looking for."

He dragged Amber outside to the pool where the bar was set up. Out here it was a little different. People were still nude or half dressed but most were just relaxing and talking quietly with each other, there was no sex, no fondling, no real sexual contact at all.

"Brett," Amber whispered, "why's it so quiet?"

"This is where you come when you've had enough or you need some time to recover. It's good to have some space after a while. It can get pretty intense."

Amber took her drink and swallowed half before she realised that Brett had moved away to talk to a tall willowy woman with long red hair. She was naked but for a long silver necklace that hung almost to her belly button. Brett was running a finger up and down the mid-line of her body and before long they were both walking into the house. Brett whispered to her and dashed back to Amber.

"Amber that's the woman I was looking for. Her name's Beth, we've hooked up a couple of times. She's fucking amazing. Are you going to be all right if I go off for a bit? We can catch up later?"

Amber grinned at him, "Of course I'm fine. Go off and fuck your gorgeous Beth. She's a stunner. I'll find you later."

Brett smiled and dashed off. He slipped an arm around Beth and lead her inside. Amber followed. If this night was going to get better for her it wouldn't happen if she didn't put herself into the midst of things. 

Inside the music was subdued and sexy; most people had paired up or moved into groups. Amber could see doors shutting and opening as people came and went. 

"How're you settling in Amber? Found anyone that takes your fancy?" Purred Jasmine.

Amber noticed everything she'd been too stunned to notice before. Her perfect skin, her just-right shade of blonde hair and the long perfectly painted nails, the amazing scent of her perfume, the way her full breasts were just contained inside the tight corset. Jasmine was beautiful.

"Oh hi. Ah, yeah. It's all fine thanks. Just looking around seeing what the etiquette is?"

"Etiquette? Oh baby there's no etiquette. If you like it, fuck it. Move on, find someone else and fuck them too. The night will be over all too soon. There's no stressing about etiquette. Is this your first time swinging?"

Amber blushed, "Um, well yes and no. I've had a threesome before but not a free for all like this."

Jasmine squealed, "Ooh so you're a swinging virgin! How wonderful. And you're in MY house. Well that means I get you first my darling, that's if you want to of course? I wouldn't want to intrude where I wasn't wanted."

Jasmine lightly traced a nail down the length of Amber's arm, leaving a trail of goose bumps behind her. She took Amber's hand in hers and tugged her closer. Amber's hips bumped up against Jasmine's, their faces so close Amber could smell the citrus fragrance of the gin and tonic Jasmine had been drinking. 

"Hmm? What do you think Amber? You want to play with me or would you like me to find you some cock?"

Amber's heart was beating so fast in her chest she was struggling to breathe. Her mouth was dry and she didn't trust herself to speak, so she nodded ever so slightly.

Jasmine's small smile was all Amber needed to know that Jasmine had never doubted she would agree to go with her. 

"Come with me baby. The hostess always gets the best seat in the house. You'll be able to see everyone else and they'll be able to see us. Oh, unless you're shy? Would you prefer to be private?"

Amber hesitated, just for a second. 

"No, I'm not shy," she murmured.

"I didn't think so," grinned Jasmine.

Still holding her hand, Jasmine led her back out to the pool. She greeted some of the other guests, waving and smiling at everyone, while Amber trotted quietly beside her, finally shy and just a little intimidated by this woman's confidence. 

At the end of the pool was a large cabana with double French doors that stood open. Sheer white curtains had been pulled into a swag behind the doors. Though it was dimly lit, with only a few lamps, Amber could make out a massive four-post day bed in the middle of the room. As her eyes adjusted she could see chairs, beanbags and over-sized cushions scattered around the walls of the room.

The day bed frame was covered from post to post in the same sheer white curtains as the French doors and these were held back with gold silk ties. The bed itself was covered in white sheets and had its share of cushions and small pillows in varying colours and fabrics. The whole room screamed opulence and indulgence. This was room for lying around and observing the rest of the pool area and house, or for the rest of the house and pool area, to observe you.

Amber breathed out slowly to calm herself. She was quivering, not from nervousness or fear but from the excitement and thrill that was building inside her. She could already feel the warm moistness inside her waiting to be released.

"So Amber. You like it?" asked Jasmine

Amber looked around her again, "It's really nice."

Jasmine moved toward Amber.

"Gary gave it to me as an anniversary present. It's been the best gift ever."

Jasmine's voice was hushed and sensual. She spoke every word, every syllable as though it were made of silk. This woman could read the phone book aloud and make you cum. Amber's lower belly was clenching and she felt her pussy lips straining, aching to be touched.

Jasmine pulled her into her arms and Amber's vision blurred momentarily until she felt her mouth on hers. She closed her eyes and then it was nothing but sparks, bright lights and warm sweetness as Jasmine's tongue found hers, tasting and taunting her. Amber groaned as Jasmine nipped her bottom lip, kissing down her neck to the buttons on her dress. She reached up and pulled the chopsticks from Amber's hair and it fell about her shoulders. 

"Let's get you out of this shall we?"

Amber kept her eyes closed and stood still as Jasmine undid the buttons with excruciating slowness. As each was freed, Jasmine would kiss or lick the skin that was revealed. 

Amber swayed as the front of her dress fell away exposing her breasts but Jasmine didn't hesitate, she continued her trail down the side of the dress until the very last button was undone. She shrugged the dress from her shoulders, letting it slide to the floor.

"You're beautiful Amber, " said Jasmine huskily.

Amber opened her eyes and saw first, Jasmine's dark hungry eyes feasting on her. Then noticed darker shadows in the background, on the chairs and cushions around the bed. They had some spectators already.

"Don't worry about them baby. They love a good show. They'll not bother us unless we want them to." 

Jasmine cupped Amber's full breasts in her hands, her thumbs brushing over the hardened peaks of her light brown nipples.

"Amber coloured too. I like it."

She roughly grabbed both her breasts pulling one nipple into her hot wet mouth while the fingers of her other hand rolled the nipple around and around sending sparks of flame into Amber's groin, her pussy weeping in agony. Jasmine tongued her nipple, sucking it into her mouth, grazing it with her teeth as Amber clung to her shoulders to stop herself falling back. Jasmine then swapped and did the same to other side as Amber's pussy finally opened and released her moistness onto her outer lips and thighs. 

Jasmine stopped her assault on her nipples and pushed Amber gently back against the edge of the bed.

"Lay back baby girl, all the way back."

Amber did as she was told and scrambled to the middle of the bed and lay on her back. Jasmine removed one of Amber's stilettos, slowly, mindfully. She then kissed and nibbled at Amber's instep, kissed each one of her toes and the inside of her ankle. She gently placed Amber's leg out wide then she repeated the same action with Amber's other shoe and foot, again placing Amber's leg out wide so she lay spread-eagled, exposed and open. 

Amber saw a few more people slip into the room and take a seat. There was a low murmuring and the occasional clink of ice in a glass but for the most part Amber was only aware of Jasmine and her skilled mouth. 

"You ok there baby?" Whispered Jasmine.

Amber shivered and clenched the internal walls of her now fragrant and over-warm pussy, "Y-e-s," she stuttered. 

Jasmine was kneeling between her knees stroking her hands and nails up and down Amber's smooth toned thighs. Up and down, up and down. On each up stroke Amber's pussy twitched and clenched. Amber was trembling all over.

"Baby, you're shaking! What's wrong?"

Amber bent her knees, pulled them back towards her chest, holding them wide apart, "Please put your mouth on me. I'm begging you,' she cried.

Amber heard the low soft chuckles of the guests.

"Oh Jas you're so mean, put the girl out of her misery," called out a faceless voice.

"Oh baby is that all? And there I was thinking I was moving too fast for you!" smirked Jasmine.

"Too fast? You're fucking killing me," exclaimed Amber.

Jasmine leaned forward and tucked a small cushion under her ass, tipping her pelvis up and then signalled for someone to come over. Before she knew it her ankle had been tied with one of the silk strips to the end posts on the day bed, her foot resting on a small ledge that had been purpose-built. Someone else did the same to her other leg and Amber was tied wide apart for all the world to see, her pussy glistening with sweet juice, her round soft ass enticingly perched on the pillow.

"And her wrists. Tie them back too. I don't want her touching herself."

Amber's wrists were tied to the bed head behind. She could wriggle a little if she chose to but wouldn't be able to stroke herself, play with her hard aching nipples or touch Jasmine. It was exciting and annoying all at the same time.

Jasmine kissed her inner thigh. Kissed it again and again, moving agonisingly slowly towards Ambers pussy. It was all Amber could do not to scream out her frustration at the interminable slowness of the woman. The build up felt like it would actually kill her and she suspected that with just one touch of Jasmine's tongue to her pussy she was likely to cum before she could actually enjoy it.

Finally Amber could feel Jasmine's warm breath on her pussy, felt her blowing lightly on the trimmed dark hair on her mound. She tensed waiting, waiting, waiting. 

Then there it was, the tip, the moist warm tip of Jasmine's tongue, flicking up and down on the hard nub of her clit. Amber groaned and tried to push her pussy into her Jasmine's face but the restraints held her back. She could only move her hips from side to side and that wasn't going to do it for her. 

Jasmine finally had enough too. She thrust her tongue into Amber's cleft piercing her full engorged slippery lips, digging around in her hole, lapping at her clit, hungrily eating Amber's pussy like she'd been starving herself for just this moment. 

Amber cried out with the sweet agony of it all. She came then, slowly at first but before she knew it she was screaming out, yes, yes, yes, fuck yes, oh yes, please don't stop, oh fuck me, fuck. Jasmine didn't let up. Amber might've cum but Jas was just starting to get into the young girl. She thrust her finger inside the warm tight cavern, rubbing Amber's g-spot, feeling the wet walls clench around her. She kept her mouth on her clit, sucking, licking and flicking for all she was worth. Jas's own pussy had soaked her thin sheer panties and she could feel the breeze from the open doors cooling against her lips. 

"Well, well here you are. I've been looking everywhere for you. I see you've found someone to keep you out of trouble?"

Jas looked up, keeping her finger deeply embedded in Amber. 

"Hey there. Gary this is Amber, Brett's date. Amber, this is my husband Gary."

Gary lay down next to Amber and watched as Jasmine buried her face back between Amber's legs.

"Hey Amber. Is my wife doing a good job eating you out, hmm?"

Amber turned to face him, her eyes glazed, her face slack with contentment and passion. Gary looked to be in his mid-fifties, he had warm brown eyes, a strong full mouth and from what she could see, a broad suntanned chest. He was wearing a pair of faded denim jeans.

"Oh yeah, she's so good. So fucking good," groaned Amber.

Gary chuckled, "She loves to eat pussy so you're in for a treat. Me? I love to fuck pussy. So we're a good pair."

Amber flushed at the admission. 

"You have amazing breasts. Would you mind if I—?"

Amber shook her head. Jasmine had spread her ass cheeks and was flicking her tongue over her ass hole and rubbing a finger slowly back and forth across her clit. Both ends of Amber were humming in the build up to another orgasm and it was all she could do to remember her own name let alone worry about someone else joining in.

Gary leaned over Amber and took a hard sweet nipple in his mouth, using his long fingers to knead and tug at her breasts. He nibbled lightly at first, licking and flicking gently at the fawn-coloured nub then with his finger and thumb he squeezed both her nipples hard, harder than Amber had ever experienced before. She yelped in surprise and Jasmine looked up to see what the commotion was, grinned knowingly at Gary and returned to thrashing Amber's pussy with her mouth.

"Shhh, it's ok. Just breathe, it'll pass soon, come on, just breathe," Gary whispered in her ear.

Amber panted heavily, focussing on the attentions of Jasmine and blinking away the small tears that were forming in the corners of her eyes. She felt the burning pain in her nipples slowly dissipate just like he said it would. And then he let go. She cried out again at the sweet release and at the same time orgasmed onto Jasmine's face, squirting her juice into her mouth and onto her chin. 

Gary softly sucked on her tender nipples, licking and nuzzling them while she shook and moaned through the aftershocks of her climax.

"Baby, I think Amber might like some cock now. Whaddya say Amber? Gary's got a cock that lasts forever."

"Too fucking right he does." Called someone from the dark.

There was another murmuring of low chuckles.

Amber felt spent and would've liked to curl up and go to sleep for the night but she spotted Gary beside the bed shucking his jeans off. His cock sprung free, not overly long and not overly thick, she'd had bigger, but he was hard, really hard and Amber's wet pussy was crying out for something hard and fast. 

She nodded her head, first at Jasmine and then at Gary.

He moved behind Jasmine, holding her hips.

"I'm gonna slip into my wife first Amber. I love to be inside her after she's eaten pussy. She's always so wet and hot."

Jasmine smiled up at Amber and winked. Gary pulled her sheer panties to the side and slid his cock into Jasmine's pussy, right up to the hilt. Jasmine groaned, shunted forward as he thrust into her. 

"Oh baby, you're so hard. Your cock feels so thick and fat," murmured Jasmine.

"And you're fucking dripping baby. Amber's got you all hot and wet eh?"




Amber Ch. 01



Jasmine ground her pussy onto his cock, wriggling her tight ass from side to side. 

Gary grunted, tightening his hold on her hips, "Uh baby, careful, I don't wanna cum before I get to fuck little Amber."

He slipped his cock, now shiny and wet, from inside her and helped her up.

"Untie her Jassie." 

Jasmine did as she was told, holding Amber's ankles and lowering them gently to the bed, massaging her stiffened calves and thighs, while Gary watched, stroking his wet sticky cock. He was aware of the others in the shadows but it didn't put him off. He enjoyed seeing them there, his friends and fellow swingers. He could hear wet, slurping noises that could only mean someone else was getting some attention too. There were low moans coming from a darkened corner, moans he recognised. He stroked his cock a little slower as he had a flash back that excited him more than he needed right now. 

A couple of months ago he'd fucked a gorgeous plump nymphette, her moaning and very tight blonde pussy got him cumming before he knew it. He looked over towards the corner faintly making out her shape moving up and down on the cock of some lucky bloke. He paused. He didn't want to come any sooner than he needed to.

Jasmine lay next to Amber and kissed her gently, pressing her pussy-soaked tongue into Amber's mouth. Amber kissed her back, softly then slid her tongue into Jasmine, greedily lapping her scent off her. Amber could feel her loins stirring again, could feel her tender nipples straining, painfully, for some attention. As if reading her mind, Jasmine bent to lave at her, now ruby red nipples, blowing on them and them wetting them again with her talented tongue.

"Her tits taste great don't they baby?" Growled Gary huskily.

Jasmine nodded but didn't stop tenderly kneading and lapping at the hard nubs. 

"Amber? I wanna fuck you baby, you look so hot, laying there. Come here. Come on, all the way baby, that's it."

Amber shuffled to the edge of the bed and Gary helped her up holding her against him as she swayed on her unsteady legs. 

"Can you bend over on the bed baby? I wanna fuck you from behind. I wanna see you eating Jassie's pussy. Eat her out while I fuck you. Have you done that before?"

Amber nodded, excitement and desire welling up within her belly. She knelt on her hands and knees and finally got to see some of the people in the room. There was probably about 10 or more all watching, talking quietly to each other, stroking one another and a buxom little blonde was bouncing on the lap of someone, moaning and thrashing her clit. Amber salivated, wondering if she'd get the chance to nibble her big tits.

Jasmine lay back under Amber, her panties still pulled to the side of her pussy and ass.

"Amber baby? Get your hot tongue in my pussy. I need you so bad," groaned Jasmine.

Amber considered torturing her as she had by getting her to beg for it. But the aroma of Jasmine's pussy was too much and she dove into her freshly shaved smooth cleft, tongue first, burying herself deep into her soft fleshy hole. Jasmine cried out, pulling her breasts free from her corset, kneading them roughly. Someone sat on the bed and Amber looked up in alarm. Brett had joined them. 

"Hi there Amber, you having fun with Jas?"

Amber grinned and buried her face back into Jasmine's pussy sucking on her clit and sliding two fingers into her dripping opening. Jasmine was moaning deeply and Amber looked up to see Brett sucking on her breasts and nipples, alternating between both and then kissing her mouth. She felt Gary's hands on her ass, his long fingers gripping onto the round soft mounds.

"Amber, you ready baby?"

Amber looked over her shoulder, "Yes," she whispered breathlessly, Jasmine's juice glistening around her mouth.

Gary pressed the head of his cock at her entrance, stroking it up and down her cleft, pressing it against her ass hole, then her pussy. Amber was delirious with the need to be filled with him and as he again pressed himself against her wet dark hole she pushed back onto him, his hard rod sliding smoothly into her dripping cave. Both cried out softly, adjusting to the fit of his fat hard cock within her tight wet walls.

"God Amber, that's so fucking good." 

Gary shuddered and tightened his grip on her ass, spreading her cheeks, making her wish he'd play with her while he fucked her. Amber rocked back and forth on his cock. It felt so good she'd completely forgotten about Jasmine. Brett had three fingers in her pussy and was fucking her slowly, twisting and jabbing into her. Amber's brain went into overload seeing her co-worker fucking the woman who'd just minutes before had brought her to orgasm more than twice that night.

She started to fuck Gary's cock faster but he was having none of it. He lifted her off the bed so she couldn't get any purchase to thrust back against him. He pressed her pussy hard up against his belly, while he moved in and out of her slowly. 

Amber cried out in frustration, "Gary fuck me!"

Gary grunted, "When I'm ready. How 'bout you eat my wife?"

Brett and Jasmine were spooning, she had top leg thrown over his and Brett had his cock inside her pussy, sliding it slowly in and out of her. Amber couldn't take her eyes off his cock, covered in Jassie's juice, stretching her pussy lips wide open. Gary put Amber back down on the bed and pressed her in the middle of her back, pushing her towards Jasmine's cock-filled cunt.

"Go on, lick her clit Amber. Lick his dick while he fucks her."

Amber leaned in and lapped at Brett's cock, tasting Jasmine first then the salty musk of his cock. She wasn't sure how it would be working with Brett after this but she didn't care. She flicked her tongue over and over on Jasmine's clit while Gary continued to fuck her. Amber could feel another orgasm building within her belly.

"I'm going to cum," she cried.

Gary thrust harder into her, his cock battering her over and over. He was grunting with the exertion and Amber could no longer attend to Jasmine as she was rocking violently back and forth, her tender breasts swaying sharply under her.

"Oh Gary, yes, that's it, fuck me, fuck me hard. Oh God! I'm cumming...I'm cumming..." Amber cried out.

"Yes, yes...oh God yes..." cried Gary clenching his buttocks together as he fired hot cum inside of her.

Amber came and then started to cum again. 

"Fuck Gary, I'm cumming again!"

Gary cried out as her pussy clenched against his wilting cock and he pulled free, their combined juices running down her pussy lips, clit and thighs.

Amber lay on the bed panting, her legs splayed wide, her wet battered pussy gaping. She watched Brett continue to slide his cock in and out of Jasmine's bare pussy as he stroked her large clit, rubbing it back and forth. 

Jasmine came then too, crying out and scratching her nails across Brett's ass as she pulled him tighter into her. Brett pulled out of her and climbed over the top, spreading her legs and sliding his dripping rod into her again as she gasped for breath under him. He pulled her long legs onto his shoulders and continued to fuck her relentlessly. Jasmine encouraged him while she played with her breasts.

"That's it Brett, ooh yeah, you feel so big and hard. Come on baby, that's it fill me with your cum Brett. Fuck me til I'm screaming baby."

Brett held off for as long as he could but he was no match for Jasmine, he came then, shouting out as he did indeed fill her tight snatch with his creamy cum. He collapsed next to her, panting. 

Gary lay next to Amber, stroking the length of her back, his fingers sliding between the crack of her ass to stroke her hole, slicking his fingers with the juices still inside her pussy. She arched her back, putting her face up to his. He kissed her and didn't break stride, his tongue searching for hers all the while stroking her over and over. Breaking their kiss Gary, squeezed her upper thigh.

"So Amber how'd you like our little party?"

Amber looked over his shoulder at the plump blonde who had now cum and was giving her middle-aged lover a blow job. Her soft blonde curls brushed against her bare back and her tits swayed back and forth enticingly.

"Love it Gary. Love it."



Amber Ch. 02



As the days passed, Amber and I became more like a father and his daughter. We spoke more often. We sat and watched television together more often. We played board games more often. I helped her with her homework more often. 

It was strange in a way. Amber was clearly a woman, and was beginning to take care of me as if she was my wife, yet I had known her since she was a little girl, and in some ways I tended to think of her as my daughter, even though she did not share my blood and I had never adopted her. 

I truly felt like a father when Amber returned from school one afternoon and seemed conflicted. She did not need to say anything - her internal turmoil was imprinted upon her face. 

"What is it, princess?" I asked, purposely using my long-assigned pet name for her. 

Amber stepped into my home office and sat in the recliner across from my desk. "I'm... confused about what to do," she admitted with a sigh. 

I smiled a bit to try to reassure her. "Well, I can't know what advice to give if you don't tell me what's troubling you." 

That made Amber smile a little, so I knew the situation was not critical. "It's Danny," she said flatly, and I immediately knew the issue. Danny certainly had an interest in Amber - I had noticed it the first time I met him over a year ago, when the three of us all happened to stand in the checkout line of a nearby convenience store at the same time - and I knew that Amber was not particularly interested in him. 

"Danny asked me to prom today." 

I had not expected that. "It's not even Halloween!" I exclaimed. "How can he be thinking of prom already?" 

"I know," she agreed, sounding annoyed - whether annoyed with Danny or with the thought of being asked so soon, I could not discern. "He's nice, and I'm glad I know Danny, but... ugh." 

"Would you rather go to prom with someone else?" I asked. 

She shrugged. "I'm neutral about prom. If I go, fine. If I don't go, fine. I'd rather not be forced to wear uncomfortable heels and be shoehorned into a dress anyhow." 

"Shoehorned" was one of Paul's signature words, and I had to smirk at hearing that word come from the mouth of someone so young. 

If Amber noticed my reaction, she did not react to me. "He just isn't... The guys in general just aren't..." 

I waited, not wanting to jump to conclusions which were probably incorrect anyhow. 

"I've heard them talk. I've heard him talk. Especially if he's asking me so damn early" - another trademark of her father: swearing – "he must be thinking about how to get inside my clothes during or just after prom. I don't want that unless..." 

She hesitated. "'Unless...?'" I prompted. 

"Unless someone truly loves me, truly cares for me, truly looks out for me and wants the best for me. He doesn't, although he's not as bad as most of the guys in school." 

"Bad about what?" 

"Talking about how he'd love to fuck me, or Sally, or Jenni, or Samantha, or Rachel, or Joanne, or Cherry, or just about anyone else in the building under the age of twenty-five who has breasts, especially large ones." 

I pondered that for a moment. "Is there anyone you would prefer to be your prom date?" 

Amber was silent, which was not particularly unusual for her. 

"You don't need to answer that," I assured her. 

"No," she agreed, "but maybe I should." 

"Okay..." 

She looked me dead in the eyes. "You." 

That surprised me tremendously. "Me? You'd want me to be your prom date?" 

"Sure," Amber replied. "I know you care for me. You've known me almost for as long as I can remember. You've always been there for me. You've always had my best interests at heart. I know you love me in a quasi-familial way. And from when we were jumping in the leaves not too long ago, I know you find me attractive, perhaps even beautiful. I felt you growing and getting hard. I liked it. I liked that it was you reacting like that to me." 

I felt rather warm despite the cool breeze coming through the window. Almost certainly, I was blushing. I definitely remembered that moment when I suddenly realized that Amber was no longer the little girl I had watched grow up, that she was very much a woman. 

"I know you can't take me to prom," she said, sadness evident in her voice. "I think you'd be the perfect prom date. You've always been kind and respectful with me, you've never given me any reason to be concerned. And especially since my parents died, you've always placed me first and foremost. You're exactly the type of person I'd want for a prom date, or a boyfriend, or... a husband." 

I blinked several times, stunned by Amber's admission. "A husband? You'd want me for a husband?" 

"Well..." It was evident that Amber was trying to decide whether to admit it. "Yes," she finally admitted, "I think you'd be a great husband." 

"For you?" 

"For me." 

I smiled, albeit nervously. "I'm as old as your father," I noted for her. "I've practically been a second father to you for all these years. In fact, I do tend to think of you as the daughter I never had." 

"And daughters eventually grow up," Amber countered. "Little girls eventually aren't so little, and eventually, they aren't even girls anymore." 

She had a very valid point. "I can't argue with that," I admitted, again thinking of our moment together in the leaves. 

"And we're not related by blood or marriage," she added, "so if you're concerned about incest, that isn't an issue." 

I actually had not considered incest. As I gave Amber a keen appraising look, it was clear that she was no longer the little girl I had first met so many years earlier, and it was very evident that she had indeed become a woman. Just the fact that we were having this type of conversation was proof that she was definitely a woman. 

"That day," she confessed, her voice quieter and more introspective, "laying on you in the leaves, feeling you grow hard beneath me, it... It made me... wet." 

I was stunned that Amber would openly say something like that to me, and certainly my surprise was displayed in my eyes. "It's true," she continued. "I was turned on by the fact that I could turn you on, and it made me start to think about you differently. Not just as a father figure, but perhaps as more. As possibly... a lover." 

A long silence passed, and we did not - could not - look at each other. My mind was jumbled with conflicting thoughts and images. 

When Amber finally stood and approached the desk, I looked up again. She walked around the desk, a serious expression on her face, and bent down to hug me. Her grasp was tight, as if she did not want to release me ever again. 

Yet I hugged this young woman with the same fervor. The feel of her breasts pressing against me was impossible to ignore, and I realized just how long it had been since I had last seen a bared breast, just now long it had been since I had last touched a breast, or gently sucked its nipple. I realized just how long it had been since I had last shared a bed with a woman. I realized just how long it had been since I had last slowly unwrapped someone, tasted her, ultimately made love to her and filled her with my essence... 

"Amber..." I breathed as I fingered her amber strands. 

I knew that, without a doubt, things would never be the same between us ever again.  



Amber Ch. 02



It'd been a few weeks since Amber had joined Brett at the swinger's party at Jasmine and Gary's house. She shivered and clenched her pussy tightly as she remembered Jasmine's tongue on her clit and Gary's hard cock spreading her pussy, thrusting in and out of her. While Amber's session with the couple had been mind-blowing it wasn't them she wanted to hook up with now. There was a petite blonde that'd been fucking someone else while she watched Amber and she could not for the life of her stop thinking about her. The memory of her big plump tits, round ass and hips got Amber reaching for her pussy each night.

She'd been bugging Brett about the next party and where it would be but he hadn't heard yet. She thought it might've been weird between them afterwards at work, as she'd licked his cock while he'd thrust it into Jasmine but it was business as usual. Nothing had changed. They both agreed they still didn't fancy each other, no chemistry and they both just happened to be in the same place, playing with the same couple. He did say though that she was gifted with her tongue. She'd laughed and thanked him. Speak of the devil, she thought as Brett sidled up to her desk. 

"Hey you. Guess what? I have a time and a place."

Amber felt the colour drain from her face, her breath quickened. Oh Lord, please let it be soon.

"Yeah? When?"

"This weekend. Some blokes place over the other side of the city. You up for it?"

Amber rolled her eyes at him. "Yes! Fuck haven't I been the one bugging you? What's the plan?"

Brett chuckled at her desperation. "I'll get you at 8pm on Saturday. How's that?"

Amber sighed with relief, only three days away. "Perfect. Oh and Brett? Thanks."

Brett smiled and patted her on the shoulder. "No worries babe. It suits us both."

Saturday came around too slowly but finally Amber was able to get ready. She'd done all the necessary things to tidy herself up. Her legs and underarms were freshly shaven, her pussy trimmed and tidied. This time she'd opted to have the hair around her lips waxed for the first time. Licking Jasmine's pussy with no hair felt amazing so she thought she'd give it a go. Though she still preferred to have some bush to run her fingers through.

She'd bought a new dress. It was black, strapless, figure hugging and short; very short. So short, that if she leaned forward, it flashed her butt cheeks. But it was fucking sexy and she was going with that. She put on a red silk thong and black 'stay-up' silk stockings, no garters needed, the thick lace bands securely tight on her thighs. She slipped her feet into her 6" black patent heels, otherwise known as her 'fuck me' shoes. She did nothing with her hair but brush it so it hung loose around her bare shoulders.

Brett arrived at 8pm as promised and whistled appreciatively as she walked out to his car. 

"Well fuck me don't you look tasty! That is one short dress babe. I can see your panties." He grinned lasciviously at her.

Amber swished her hips seductively, her hem riding up a little further. "Good enough to eat Brett?"

He laughed. "Oh yeah. Jasmine will be all over you."

"Hmm, well there's a blonde I've got my eye on so I'm hoping she's the one that I'll get to play with tonight."

Brett frowned. "What blonde?"

"She was there last time. Fucking some older guy. Curly hair, huge tits, tight little nipples. She's short, plump and round. Her moaning almost made me cum."

"Ah right, yeah that's Paulette but I think she only does cock. Her husband likes to watch her fucking blokes while he gets a blow job. It can be difficult to get to her. According to Gary she's a great fuck. Her moaning makes him cum.'

Amber was disappointed to hear Paulette loved cock. Shit, that takes me out of the game then. 

20 minutes later they were outside town and in the lift of a luxurious apartment building taking them to the Penthouse floor. The mirrored walls of the elevator showed a very young sexy couple. And again Amber marvelled at how it was that they weren't attracted to each other. They looked hot together. But he felt like her brother or at the very least one of her best friends. She took his hand and squeezed it, not sure why she did it or what she was looking for. He grinned and kissed her lightly on the side of her hair.

"Here we go again. Good luck mate."

The elevator doors opened into the penthouse and they both stood there gaping at the opulence and luxury around them. There were 180 degree views back to the city, the bright lights shining like stars in the distance. There was a pool on the terrace, a stone and glass kitchen, a sunken area with a semi-circular white leather lounge surrounding a fireplace. 

"Fucking heck." Breathed Brett.

"You can say that again."

"Hi there, Brett and Amber right?"

An older guy, looking just like Remington Steele from the TV show, stood there with his hand out. He was dressed in a pair of black Armani pants, his neatly pressed white Armani shirt open at the collar showing dark curly hair at his neck. He was tall and athletic, lean and muscular with dark hair greying at the temples. His whole being screamed wealth and decadence. Brett and Amber each shook his hand nervously.

"Uh yeah."

"I'm Dominic. Welcome. This is my place. You're the friends of Jas and Gary, is that right?"

Brett nodded.

"I remember you Amber. That was some session you had. Very enjoyable to watch. Most of the guests that night are still talking about it."

For some reason Amber blushed. "Oh right. Thanks...I guess. I...I'm sorry...um...I don't remember you."

Dominic laughed. "I was otherwise occupied in the shadows with the lovely Paulette. But it was all the better for watching you Amber."

He cleared his throat as Amber heated up at the mention of Paulette. Maybe this was the cock she needed to catch her?

"Just so you know, this area here is for chilling, resting and catching up with friends. Outside and by the pool is open for whatever you want and of course there's rooms down the hall. I hope you'll have a good time tonight. I'd hate to think you'd be disappointed."

Dominic's eyes were searing into her and she felt herself dampening the soft silk of her panties. Too be honest the panties weren't helping any. Against the newly bare skin of her outer lips the silk was deliciously soft, stroking her with every step.

"Thanks Dominic. It'll be fun I'm sure."

Brett dragged her away and grabbed two cocktails from the topless waitress that stopped to appraise Brett.

"Fuck that was intense. Do you get the feeling we're swimming with sharks here?"

Amber sipped her drink and grinned. "Brett get back in the boat or learn to swim. Me? I learnt to swim years ago. I'm just putting some strokes into practise!"

She swatted him on the ass. "Catch ya later 'gator." She sauntered off outside to check out who was here, more than aware that as she passed through the throng, of people whispering about her. Maybe it was the short dress, the couple of inches of exposed thigh before the black silk lace of her stocking tops or her delicious ass cheeks that flashed as she walked. 

Out in the cool fresh air there were couples in the pool kissing, fondling and making waves. A threesome was in the throes of some good sex on a lounger near the railing and in the hot tub a nude gorgeous blonde was sitting on the edge, her legs spread. There was a woman in the tub eating her out enthusiastically and two blokes on either side of her sucking and biting her tits. She was enjoying herself immensely. Amber smiled and waved as she caught her eye. Jasmine smiled and winked back at her then closed her eyes and pushed her pussy tighter into the woman's face.

Amber couldn't see Paulette anywhere and figured she was either already in a room with someone or she wasn't coming. Sighing she shook off the despondency that enveloped her like a blanket and looked around to see if there was anyone else she wanted to approach. It was then the elevator doors opened and Paulette and, Amber assumed, her husband walked in. Amber rocked back on her heels in surprise. Just when she'd thought all was lost! Nervous excitement filled her belly as she watched Dominic greet his guests. He kissed Paulette on the mouth and she pressed herself her body up against his. A flare of envy surged within Amber's chest. What she wouldn't give to have Paulette do that to her?

Paulette was wearing white court shoes and a baby pink cocktail dress, cut low in the front to show off her big fleshy tits. Her blonde curly hair was loose but she'd pulled it back on one side with a glittery comb to expose the soft white skin of her neck. Amber imagined that's where she would've sprayed her perfume. She hoped to have the chance to find out. 

Paulette and Larry worked the room, stopping to chat to a very beautiful young couple. Amber didn't know what to do or how to approach Paulette. If she left it any longer she'd likely end up going off somewhere and Amber would've lost her chance. Feeling more anxious than ever before, Amber slowed her breathing and avoiding the middle-aged man in the rubber thong who was approaching her, crossed the pool deck to reach Paulette and her husband.

"So, who is it you want then? Paulette or her husband Larry? You've not looked at anyone else." Whispered Dominic.

Amber jumped. Dominic had stepped in behind her, his warm breath in her ear. She shivered as she felt the length of his penis on her ass, his thigh pressing between her thighs. She leaned back on him and he slipped a hand around her middle, his palm on her lower belly, his long thick fingers pressing onto her mons. She wriggled her ass against his length and took a casual sip of her drink.

"Why? Did you want to join us?"

"Mmm." Growled Dominic, pulling her hair aside and nipping her lightly on the back of the neck .

"Now that sounds like a good idea but it would mean you fucking Larry and I'd hook up with Paulette again. Now she's a seriously good fuck don't get me wrong but I've been in that pussy and I'm looking for...well...let's just say I'm looking for new territory to take over."

He slipped a hand between them, the hem of her dress easily riding up over her hips. He pulled the thong out from between her cheeks and slipped it to the side. Amber gasped as it scraped across the lips of her pussy and she spread her legs wider. He slid a moistened finger up and down her ass crack, pausing at her puckered hole, pressing against it but not entering her.

"When Gary was fucking you all I wanted to do was spread your cheeks and lick your ass." 

Amber trembled. That's exactly what she'd wanted Gary to do and he didn't. How was it that this man could know what she wanted?

"Ooh you're shaking. I'm right aren't I? You would've liked that wouldn't you?"

Amber's breathing was ragged and shallow. She felt dizzy and could feel the ground spinning under her. She staggered as Dominic stepped away from her, walking away, leaving her adrift. She felt the cool breeze on her bare ass, her dress still hiked up. Hastily she yanked it back down and glared daggers into his departing back. How dare he fuck with her! 

She gathered her senses as best she could and sought out Paulette again. She was by the fireplace, her husband's hand on the small of her back. They were still talking with the young couple. Amber bit her lip and hoped she wasn't too late. She couldn't wait, wouldn't wait another month for another chance at her.

"Hi...um...sorry to interrupt, I'm Amber."

Four sets of inquisitive eyes looked at her and Amber's self-consciousness grew with every passing second.

"Amber? Now, are you THE Amber of the Jas and Gary fame? It's hard to recognise you, with your clothes on."

Larry guffawed at his own joke and the other three just looked uncomfortable. Amber fixed a dull gaze on him. What a jack-ass.

"Bob, you and Maggie weren't at Jas's place last month were you? You missed a lovely treat in the lovely Amber. She had a very long three-some with Gary and Jasmine that gathered quite a crowd."

Amber wasn't ashamed of what she'd done but this guy was certainly making out she was a class A slut. Panic set in and she was ready to flee. She'd had enough of this dickhead. Paulette might have consumed her waking and sleeping hours but it wasn't worth being around this fuck wit to get to her.

"Well, on that note." 

Amber walked away, furious she couldn't think of something smart and clever to throw back in his face. She hurried down the long hallway to find a bathroom to hide in. She tried several doors but all were bedrooms occupied with sounds and smells indicating some were having more fun than she was.

"Come on, it's this way." 

A small warm hand slipped into hers and she looked down at Paulette who was leading her around the corner. She opened yet another door and pulled Amber in behind her. They were in what appeared, to be the master suite and strangely no one else was in here. The view was equally as stunning as the main entertaining area with floor to ceiling windows occupying one side of the room. The king size bed sat squarely in the middle of the room with pools of dimmed lighting bathing the room in a warm glow. Behind the bed was a series of doors. Paulette walked towards one and opened it, beckoning Amber to follow her.

She flicked a switch and muted lighting illuminated the bathroom with cream marble tiles from floor to ceiling, an open shower room and a bank of mirrors above the washbasin. Locking the door behind them Paulette leaned against it and scowled. Amber just stared dumbly at her. After everything she'd imagined would happen, she was unprepared for this moment right now. 

"I'm so sorry about that. My husband can be a right jerk. Two drinks for Dutch courage and he's just awful."

Paulette moved towards Amber, her hand extended and Amber once again held her hand. 

"I'm Paulette. It really is wonderful to meet you. I was there at Jas's. It was amazing watching you. It was a real turn on for both Dom and I."

"He said." Murmured Amber.

"Ah of course he would. I have to say, you've caused a small sensation in our group. We don't often get new...um...members. Some can't wait to join you and others are just intimidated."

Amber didn't know what to say to that, so chose to shut up and wait.

"Um, Dom would like to spend time with you I think. Do you think you'd like to?"

Paulette looked uncomfortable asking and she was blushing just a little.

"Dom? Yes he did let me know. Not in so many words of course."

Paulette giggled. "He's a man of many talents. I'm sure he left you well aware of his intentions."

"How'd you know where this room was? And why aren't there more people here?"

Paulette chewed her bottom lip self-consciously. "I've been here a few times. Everyone knows Dom doesn't like his room used by the group. We make do with the rest of the apartment. There's plenty of space."

"Yeah but you knew which door was the bathroom from all the doors. How'd you know that?"

Looking up at Amber from under her lashes Paulette sighed. "Larry only comes to these get-togethers because he likes to watch me fucking other men. He likes the odd blow job but otherwise he just likes to watch. Dom and I have known each other for a while and sometimes I like to fuck without being watched. So Dom occasionally does me a favour and I come over here." She looked a little guilty.

"Well lucky Dom," said Amber.

Paulette laughed. "Yeah, well lucky me too, he's no slouch that's for sure. So why're you here? You and Brett are just friends? What are you looking for?"

Amber hadn't really thought about it. "I don't know. Brett asked me and I said yes. He's got something going with Beth and Gary wouldn't let him come alone. But me? What am I looking for? I guess fun, no strings, try-anything-once or twice sex. Yeah I suppose that's it. I like sex. It's good to mix things up once and a while."

Paulette nodded. "Mmm, yeah me too. I love it."

There was a weird silence and then Paulette unlocked the door.

"Well, I'd better go. I just wanted to say sorry. I've already had a go at Larry so he'll be feeling like shit and will probably crawl up your ass trying to apologise. Anyone being obnoxious at one of these things gets kicked out. He's gonna hope you don't complain. I'll leave you for a bit but do come back out, there's a lot of people who'll be happy to see you."

Amber panicked. "Wait! No don't go."

Paulette stopped and frowned. "Yes?"

"Um...well...I...really...um...ah. Oh dear. The thing is I was wondering...um...would you like to...um...with me? I mean, be with me? I'm not sure you're into women or me for that matter...but...ah... did you?"

Amber was blushing from her head to her toes. 

Paulette just stood there with her mouth open, frowning. "Me? You mean me? Me and you?"

Amber groaned inside. Shit this was going from bad to worse. "God I'm sorry. Shit. I shouldn't have asked. Oh dear. Forget it."

"Stop! Just stop talking."

Amber shut her mouth at Paulette's outburst. She could feel her face flaming. God, now Paulette's going to make a complaint and she'd be thrown out with Larry! 

"Is that why you introduced yourself? To meet me?"

Amber breathed out, long and slow. "Yes. Yeah."

Paulette was still frowning and looked, maybe, intrigued? Pissed off? Amber couldn't tell.

"Why me?"

Amber shook her head. Oh boy here it comes. Now she's going to sound like a stalker.

"I saw you that night. When I was with Gary and Jasmine. I saw you with Dom. I...I...don't know...I just thought you looked beautiful. I've thought about you almost every day since. Not in a weird way, I promise. Just in a, 'I wonder if she'd play?' way."

"I see. Wow. How...um...flattering."

Amber thought she'd ask again. "So? Did you want to get together?"

Paulette swallowed hard and blushed a little. "I'd love to."

Amber laughed. "Whew! Oh boy. Wow. So...um...what now?"

Paulette smiled. "Ah, well I'm going to go and tell Larry to occupy himself, I don't want him watching, is that ok with you? Yeah I didn't think you'd mind. Also, I'd really like it if we were private is that ok? You draw a big crowd and while I don't mind the occasional visitor I'm not up to having everyone looking at me."

Amber was just nodding. Agreeing to anything she said. She'd have stood on her head and sung the National Anthem if it meant getting naked with Paulette.

"So, um, I'll be back. Stay here and I'll check if there's a room free."

Paulette unlocked the door and looked back at Amber, smiling shyly. Amber followed her into the main bedroom and watched as she left. She collapsed on the bed, not able to believe the last few minutes. What a ride! She was excited and nervous and could feel herself getting wet. 

The door opened and Amber jumped to her feet, smiling. "So, everything ok? Is there a room free?"

Paulette's face was a picture of nervousness as she came into the room and Amber's smile dropped as Dominic followed her into the room, closing the door behind him. Amber frowned, now what's he up to? She wondered.

"Amber, nice to see you again. I bumped into Paulette and she explained what's going on. We've come to an agreement, haven't we Paulette?"

He slung an arm around Paulette's shoulders and pulled her in close.

Amber waited as Paulette looked up at Dominic, with what? What is that look? Shit, I think she's in love with him. Amber wandered what the heck was going on.

"I hear that Paulette requires a private room for the two of you, yet all the rooms are busy. So my suggestion is the two of you utilise this room. With my blessing."

Amber frowned. "And what's the agreement that you made with Paulette?"

"Ah yes," said Dominic smiling. "I get to stay and watch."

Amber's heart fluttered in her chest. It didn't bother her but she suspected Dominic wasn't one to sit on the sidelines and just watch. She just wondered who it was he had the bigger interest in.




Amber Ch. 02



"Ok with me." She said shrugging.

Paulette looked hugely relieved. "Oh! Well then. Ok."

Paulette watched as Amber kicked off her heels. 

"Paulette?"

Paulette smiled and came towards her, slipping her hand into hers, her body just inches from Ambers. "I'm a little nervous," she whispered.

Amber smiled down at her and pulled her up against her. "You shouldn't be. You're gorgeous." 

Amber pressed her lips against Paulette's soft willing mouth. Paulette immediately opened up for her and Amber slid her tongue inside. Both women were sighing, their tongues flicking and chasing each other. Amber was the first to pull away, turning Paulette around so she could unzip her dress. She slipped it over her shoulders and let it fall to the ground. Paulette stood perfectly still. Dominic was sitting in a chair that he'd pulled up to the corner of the bed, a glass of whiskey in his hand, his face an unreadable mask. Amber didn't look at him. He could watch if that's what he wanted but she'd not be intimidated by his presence, as it seemed Paulette was. She was here to have a good time and she'd make sure his little plaything got the time of her life.

Amber unclipped Paulette's bra and felt her fleshy orbs fall forward. Dominic raised an eyebrow as Amber reached around and massaged her tits, pulling on her soft nipples. Paulette sighed and leaned back against her. Amber kissed and nibbled on her neck, all the while roughly playing with her tits. Paulette just sighed, her eyes closed and her head laid back on Amber's shoulder. 

"Dominic? Is it ok if we climb into your bed?" Whispered Amber huskily. He nodded imperceptibly.

Amber turned down the sheets and Paulette kicked off her shoes, climbed up and lay down in the middle, her legs spread a little. Amber walked up to Dominic and stood in front of him, her legs slightly apart, the hem of her dress up enough for him to see her red panties. She took his drink and had a sip, raising her eyebrows. Good quality whiskey. What else would he drink? She turned her back to him. 

"Would you unzip me Dominic?" She looked over her shoulder at him as he edged forward onto his chair, his face just inches from her ass and did as she asked. 

"Pull it down?" 

She raised her arms as he tugged it over her breasts and hips, letting it drop around her feet. She stood there waiting, knowing full well he'd be able to smell her pussy from where he was, knowing he'd want to touch her. But would he dare? Then there it was. She could feel his breath on the small of her back, then his lips and the tip of his tongue anointing her. She quivered and moved over to the bed, slowly and seductively crawling over to Paulette on her hands and knees, her ass in the air. Amber made sure the damp crotch of her thong was on display for Dominic. Just the thought that he could see it made her all the more excited. 

At Paulette's feet she sat back on her knees, her back curved and her breasts pushed out. She looked over Paulette's round ripe body and smiled, stroking her fingers lazily up and down the inside of her creamy thighs. 

"You're so soft Paulette. Isn't she Dominic?" Amber flicked a glance back at the man who sat so quietly next to them.

He raised an eyebrow, his dark eyes narrowed.

"You've been here Dominic you know how soft and sweet Paulette is. Go any tips for me? Anything I can do to make this an even better night?"

Amber was being provocative, she knew that. She was egging on a man who had more money than she'd ever know, fucking around with his part-time mistress at a swingers party. If there was fire to play with, she was doing it.

"Anything you do will work. She's up for anything. She looks innocent and sweet but she's a slut who loves fucking." He growled dangerously. 

Amber raised an eyebrow at him. Hmm? A slut eh? Paulette made a mewling noise drawing Amber's attention back to her. She was pulling on her small pink nipples, her thighs clenching, rubbing together on her pussy. 

"Dominic would you tie her hands back please." 

Paulette's eyes widened in delight and fear. She immediately put her wrists up the to bed head as Dominic got a silk scarf from the drawer and tied her up. To Amber it looked like they'd both done this before. Dominic resumed his position on the chair. 

"You can't touch yourself now can you slut? Would you like me to do it for you? Hmm? Or should I call in everyone from outside and get them to have a go at you? You'd like that wouldn't you? All those cocks and pussy's, hands and mouths all over you?"

Paulette was panting, her breasts rising and falling so rapidly the flesh was quivering and trembling. Amber grabbed her own nipples and tugged on them gently, pulling the peaked nubs, twisting softly, flicking them over and over until her belly shuddered. She'd need to cum soon but not before Paulette.

Amber lay between her legs and pressed her silk covered pussy against Paulette's white lace panties. She took one of her fleshy breasts and popped the hard nipple into her mouth. Paulette sighed and pressed her head and shoulders back into the pillows, arching her back. Amber suckled on her tits, kneading and pulling on the great mounds. She moved so her stockinged thigh was rubbing on Paulette's pussy, and it wasn't long before it was wet. Paulette was gripping the bed head groaning. 

"Are you holding on slut? Hmm? You should hold on. I'm gonna give you the ride of your life." Amber whispered.

Amber kissed her way down her soft round belly eliciting sighs and shivers from Paulette who spread her legs wide as Amber moved between them. She kissed and licked around the edge of her panties, slipping her fingertip under the tight elastic. 

"Oh yes, Amber yes."

"Oh slut, you're too easy. Just like a good little slut should be."

Amber smiled, she was enjoying herself. She flicked a glance over to Dominic and was pleased to see him with his legs astride, stroking his cock through his trousers. Her own pussy was wet, the crotch of her thong now uncomfortable. She sat up and pulled Paulette's panties off, throwing them so they landed on Dominic's lap. Holding her gaze he picked them up and brought them to his nose. Amber licked her lips, flipped her hair over her shoulder and leaned down, her tongue sliding effortlessly over Paulette's furry pussy. She spread her lips wide flicking her clit and digging into her soft pink hole. Sliding a finger into her, she swirled and twisted, stroking her walls. All the while Paulette was moaning and crying out. Several times she called Dominic's name but Amber didn't miss a beat. 

She slipped two fingers into her and then three, pounding the tight pink snatch, juices covering her fingers, her thumb bumping and rubbing up against her clit. She sat up, not stopping the thrashing she was giving Paulette's cunt and reached for her nipple, pinching it as hard as she could. It was something she'd learned from Gary last month. When he'd done it to her, she thought she'd die from the pain but then it was ok, until he let go and that's when she came harder than she had before.

"Argh, oh no, no, stop it hurts!" Cried Paulette.

"Shut up slut. You love me fucking your wet pussy. Don't you? I could get a thousand men in here to fuck your juicy cunt and you'd still want more wouldn't you?"

Paulette was whimpering, tears rolling down the side of her face and into her hair. Amber rolled the nipple she was holding and twisted it, pinching down on it again. Paulette screamed as Amber kept pushing her fingers in and out of her dripping snatch, her thumb now pummelling the hard nub of her clit. 

"Oh God, I'm cumming...shit...I'm cumming...fuck, fuck,fuck!"

Amber released her nipple and Paulette cried out again, her pussy clenching and clutching on Amber's fingers but Amber didn't stop. She kept up her relentless fucking of Paulette's pussy. She dropped her mouth to her clit and sucked and sucked while Paulette writhed and thrashed under her.

"Oh no, no, please no. Stop. No, no, no, God I'm cumming again. Oooohhhh fuck!"

Paulette's body was shuddering and trembling. Her beautiful thick creamy thighs shivering, her belly and breasts shaking as she climaxed again. She was gasping for air, sobbing as wave after wave rolled through her from head to toe.

Amber slid her dripping fingers out of Paulette. Turning to Dominic she licked each and every one clean, sucking the middle finger particularly hard, her cheeks hollowing, she closed her eyes in ecstasy. She glimpsed him squeeze his cock tighter.

Amber kissed Paulette's inner thigh and stroked her belly softly. 

"Paulette are you ok?"

Paulette gazed down at her between her legs, her eyes glazed, her face still flushed.

"Oh yes, yes. Amber. That was...I don't know how to describe it...my God!"

Amber chuckled. "For me too."

She clambered off the bed and stood in front of Dominic, her hands on her hips, her pussy thrust forward. 

"You did well not to come and join us. I felt sure you would."

Dominic face was like stone. He gave nothing away. Amber dropped to her knees, pushing his apart. She reached for the zipper on his pants and he caught her hand, squeezing it, until she cried out. 

"Ow! Hang on, if you don't want me to, just say so."

He brought his face close to hers, her heart was beating a hundred miles an hour, the pain in her hand was burning now. He licked her lips, her mouth and face. And then sat back in the chair, letting her go.

"Mmm, the slut's pussy tastes good on you."

Amber rubbed her hand, getting up and moving back to the bed. Fuck him. Bloody bastard. She untied Paulette and lay down with her. They kissed for a bit and Paulette played with her breasts and nipples before kissing Amber's belly and thighs. Amber closed her eyes and did what Paulette did, she hung onto the bed head. 

"You taste wonderful Amber. Ooh, would you like be tied up too? Dom, would you tie up Amber too please?"

Amber watched him as he tied her wrists to the bed head. He was careful to make sure the knot was tight and Amber realised she'd not be able to move her wrists at all. 

"Paulette I think our little Amber would like a blind fold too, don't you?" He said gruffly.

Paulette's eye's lit up. "Oh yes I think so."

Amber cried out. "Ah no guys. That's ok no thanks."

"Too late." Dominic was holding a black silk scarf in his hand. 

Amber tried to thrash her head around so he couldn't get it on her but he was much faster and of course, being tied up she couldn't get away. She realised then that she was playing a game that didn't know the rules to. He secured the blindfold tight across her eyes and then it was dark. She would've panicked had it not been for the immense amount of pleasure it was bringing her. This was something she hadn't tried before. 

Amber's senses were at once alert. Everything that she took for granted by being able to see was now no longer useful. She jumped as she felt a touch on her ankle. It was Paulette, her fingers were small and delicate and she was dancing them up and down her inner thigh and behind her knees.

"Mmm, Paulette that feels wonderful. So good."

Paulette giggled and said nothing, she just slipped her fingers into the sides of her thong and took it off, leaving her stockings on. She pushed Amber's thighs apart and Amber felt her blonde curls brushing her belly, mons and groin. Felt her tongue touch her slit, push inside her hole and swirl around. Amber moaned, her nipples screaming for attention. Paulette's tongue continued its circuit around Amber's pussy, dipping and swirling, pressing and flicking. Amber was impressed. For someone who's known to love fucking cock and is a 'slut', Paulette had great cunnilingus skills. She slipped a finger into her and was sliding it around and around Amber's deliciously wet pussy, rubbing her g-spot, and the entrance to her hole. In went another and another. Amber was stretched wide with her short fat fingers. And it was oh so good.

Amber felt a pair of lips close over her nipple and a finger and thumb pinch her other one. She grinned to herself. She knew he wouldn't last sitting there watching. She thrust her tits up in his face and was pleased to hear him groan in response. She shivered and moaned as he chewed and nibbled and laved her hardened peaks. He used his hands to stroke her, his long fingers up and down her belly, over her breasts, down her sides, stroking her thighs and tugging at the hair on her mons. Soon she could feel her orgasm crawling through her body. Gathering momentum as it rushed head long into her belly. She tensed her legs, thrust her hips up to meet Paulette's fingers and cried out as she came, shuddering and trembling as Paulette had done before her.

Paulette stroked her thighs and belly lightly as she enjoyed the last vestiges of her climax. 

"Amber? Dominic's got a surprise for you."

Amber was bleary and dazed. Surprise? What did that mean?

"Hmm? Take the blind fold off would you Paulette?" 

"Paulette!" 

"Paulette stop fucking around. Get it off me!"

Amber thrashed around trying to hear what was going on. All she knew was that Paulette had moved to beside her, she could feel the mattress sink down and Dominic was now between her legs. She got it now; she'd been sold down the river by the slut, by the lovely Paulette, who'd do anything for her favourite fuck. 

She stopped writhing and lay there, her heart pounding, waiting for what was to come. Then she felt him, his hands on her knees, splaying her wide open. She felt her pussy lips open and heard his intake of breath. So he was impressed. She was starting to feel a lot better about this night. He leaned over, placing his hands on either side of her. She could feel the hair on his legs brushing against her inner thighs through her stockings, could feel the hardness of his cock against her bare pussy lips. She heard him kissing Paulette, heard Paulette sighing, heard their tongues jostling with one another. 

Then he had her by the hips, lifting her effortlessly, turning her over so she was face down, her knees bent and her ass high in the air. 

"It's going to be so good. Just wait and see." Whispered Paulette in her ear.

Amber felt Dominic move her knees further apart, felt him lean in and slip his tongue inside her pussy and she cried out in delight. He slid up and down her slit, massaging her clit with his finger, running his tongue back and forth over her wet fleshy pussy. 

"Mmm you were right about this tasty pussy, Paulette. But did you taste her delicious ass? Look at this round tight ass. Mmm, just perfect. Here, have a go?"

Amber tensed as Dominic pulled her cheeks apart exposing her. Then she felt the tentative tongue of Paulette who soon got the hang of it and was brushing her tongue up and down Amber's ass crack, flicking her rose bud hole and slipping her finger into her pussy, pumping in and out. Amber was beside herself. It felt so good. All she needed was someone to flick her clit and she'd be gone. No sooner had she thought it than Dominic's finger slid over her clit and pinched it. She shuddered and clenched her pussy as she came. Groaning and panting as the duo continued to work her ass and pussy.

"Mmm slut I think that's enough. It's my turn now."

Amber's legs were shaking, her ass crack and pussy dripping with saliva and her own juice. Her pussy lips were wet and her clit was buzzing. She wasn't sure she could take any more and then Dominic rubbed his cock head at her entrance. She tensed. It felt big. She'd had big cocks in the past, big dildos and vibrators so it wasn't size that was an issue, once she knew what she was in for. But this one she couldn't see. 

"Ooh you feel big Dominic, are you big? I need to know. I want to know." Pleaded Amber.

Dominic didn't answer her, he just fed his cock into her pussy, panting with the effort of wanting to thrust it into her as hard as he could, cleaving her in two. Her pussy lips stretched over his bulbous head and as she cried out with the feeling of being full rather than pain, he gave up his will and thrust himself all the way in. Amber was momentarily rendered breathless as though the act of him filling her from wall to wall with his huge dick had pushed all the air out of her lungs. 

In the far distance of her mind Amber could hear Paulette thrashing her juicy squishy pussy and moaning. Ooh yeah Dom, that's it, ooh I wish you were in my pussy. Oh Dom please fuck me. But Amber knew something Paulette didn't. Now that Dominic had fucked her, he'd want more and Paulette would become a thing of the past. She sucked in her belly and clenched her pussy as hard as she could around his cock. She felt his belly tighten and that's all she needed to know.

"Fuck me Dominic, fuck me and rub my ass. Do it."

He didn't wait to be told twice and drew his thick meat out of her, admiring her pussy juice slathered on his cock, the way her pussy lips pulled out with him and them sucked him back in. He put both thumbs into her ass crack and rubbed them back and forth over her hole, never inserting himself into her, just pushing against the rim. His fingers dug into her ass cheeks and he pulled her back and forth on his cock. He could've kept it up for ages but Amber was clenching her cunt against his cock and the effect made him lose his concentration. Before he could stop himself he came long and hard, panting over her back, shuddering as each spurt of cum landed against the top of her canal. 

His cock and balls twitched and trembled and he pulled out of her, his cum and her juice dribbling down her pussy lips.

"Slut! Lick her clean. Get her really clean." He demanded and Paulette jumped up and enthusiastically got her tongue into Amber, slurping at the mess over her thighs and pussy lips.

Dominic untied Amber's wrists and blindfold and helped her to lie down on her back while Paulette continued licking and sucking on Amber's thrashed pussy. Dominic kissed her lightly on the face and lips, neck and breasts. Amber cried out softly under the ministrations of Paulette's tongue and Dominic asked her to stop. She came up beside Dominic and lay next to him. Amber didn't remember falling asleep but she was woken by Dominic bringing her a drink.

"Oh...um...thanks. Gosh. Sorry. Where's Paulette?"

"It's ok everyone's gone home. It's 2am."

Amber exclaimed, "Oh my God I'm so sorry. You should've waken me. Where's Brett?"

"It's ok, I told him to go, promising I'd deliver you home safe and sound myself."

Amber looked at him. She knew what was going on.

"Oh yes? When would that be then?"

Dominic narrowed his dark eyes and growled, "When I'm done."



Amber Ch. 02



Dear readers - While it's not essential, I suggest you read the first chapter of this story, "Amber", so you can get a "feel" for the woman. Like I'm about to, hopefully... 

*****

Since I knew Amber's office, like many medical practices these days, did not have hours on Friday, I figured that she would have plenty of time to primp and prepare appropriately our "date" that same evening.

So, I sent her the first text regarding her wardrobe preparations on Friday morning, while I was tucked away in my own office in the hospital administration section. Fridays were one of the few days where I could play some catch-up, and I planned on investing my precious free time wisely on this particular day.

"Good morning, Mrs. Bailey," I began, continuing to tease her with the reminder that she was still legally a married woman. "Are you ready to take your fashion direction for tonight?"

The electronic reply came within minutes. "Good morning, Mr. Simmons," flashed on my screen. I was pleased at her less than subtle hint indicating her desire to exude submissive and obedient behavior. She was playing the game willingly. "Yes, sir, I am most very ready."

I strategically paused a few additional minutes before responding, wanting to heighten her anticipation.

"I'd like you to dress tastefully on the outside for the public to see, but like a high-priced hooker underneath, solely for our enjoyment. Understood?"

My phone beeped almost immediately. "Yes, sir. Most understood, sir."

Again, I waited longer than necessary to text back, but the bulge in my own trousers was betraying my patient approach. "Very good. So, you agree to be my classy whore tonight, then, I assume, dressed at my whim, for my pleasure?"

Almost instantaneously, "Oh, yes, sir."

"Tell me in your own words."

"I will dress classy for public eyes, but will wear anything you want beneath. Sir. Because I am your whore."

I had to know, so I digressed a bit. I got up and made sure my door was locked an my desk phone was on "Do Not Disturb." I then activated the button on my camcorder, which was already plopped on my desk, aimed at my lap.

"So, my whore, are your rubbing your cunt for me, awaiting my orders?"

"Two fingers have been in my cunt, sir. Dripping for you to order me." If this were Family Feud, Richard Dawson would have called this the number one answer.

I released my own cock from its zipper-enclosed prison now, and began to stroke myself, enjoying the feel of the cool office air now washing over my released shaft, fully aware that my own video was now in progress.

"I want you to wear a mid-length skirt, perhaps a pencil skirt. Not too tight, about an inch or two above the knee. Black. Only black."

She typed much faster than I ever could. "Yes, sir. I will do that. I know just the skirt."

I waited again, watching the pre-cum form on my twitching cock tip. "Splendid," I finally answered. "Snug enough to show that marvelous ass, but loose enough to allow access."

"Oooh, that's deliciously naughty, sir. Thank you."

"I'm just beginning, my whore. I want to plan a bit. Play with yourself while I think." I envisioned her furiously attacking her cunt, her long, lithe body writhing on her bed in torturous pussy-teasing mode. 

I reached into my desk for a box of tissues myself. It was just a matter of trying to hold out for as long as I could, when my screen flashed. "Ooooh, fuck. I just came. Hard."

I didn't hesitate this time. "Taste yourself," I tapped.

"Way ahead of you, sir, if you don't mind." She augmented this correspondence with a happy face.

I took a deep breath. I hadn't had a lot of experience doing this kind of control thing in an electronic forum, but it was red hot fun, and I took to it like a duck to a puddle.

"Where were we, Mrs. Bailey?", I teased, feigning a temporary blip in the lesson plan.

"I'm to wear a mid-length skirt, sir. Snug on my ass, but loose on my legs. For access, as you wish." I was glad someone was paying attention. I had to admire her ability to multi-task.

In between my transmissions, I would rub my cock to a frenzy, just inches from the lens, and then release it to type. My shaft throbbed and twitched during the interludes. I wondered how this would look when I would show it tonight to my audience of one.  

"Sheer, back-seamed stockings, attached to your garters. Black lace, almost opaque."

"Perfect for your whore, sir." It was apparent she liked my choice. I rubbed some more, impossibly hard now, my cockhead like a big purple balloon about to burst.

"No thong. I want your pussy bare. Just the bustier and garters."

"Even better, sir. My favorite color." I had to suppress my own chuckle. I didn't know Amber had this capacity for humor. 

As Jackson Browne once sang, "I wanna find myself a girl who can show me what laughter means." I'll bet he didn't intend for a girl to do that while she was fingering herself, but that made Amber's talents even that much more impressive.

"Yes", I wrote back. "That will be a perfect color for you. Especially since your pussy will be shaved completely bald tonight. Won't it?"

I have to admit, from what I had seen on her little screenplay preview to me, I liked the way she had already landscaped her terrain, so to speak. But I just wanted to be in complete control of this woman's mind and body. It was an ultimate aphrodisiac.

This time, her response was a bit delayed. I fretted for a few seconds that perhaps I had crossed that tenuous tightrope of ambition and aggression. But I need not have worried.

"Unnngh. God. I just came again. That's so hot. Fuck...I've never been bald before, ever."

"This will be a night of many firsts for you, my whore. I also want you to wear the obligatory fuck-me pumps, at least four inches."

Her reply merrily beeped onto my screen. "I love it. It's like you're reading my mind. I haven't worn heels like that in years, it intimidates most men, I fear."

"I'm not easily intimated, nor like most men. I want you towering over me. Do you know why?"

"Because it would turn you on?" she guessed, somewhat accurately, but only partially correct.

I had to make a decision now, I was about to blow. Let my release take its natural course, or prolong my agony? Somehow, I continued, despite my cock almost begging me to provide a mercy-tugging culminating in a thick, milky discharge. All captured on film for the archives.

"Because it will make it easier to fuck you standing up."

Amber's response was excruciatingly slow to come. But when it did, Jackson Browne would have been proud.

"At this point, I think I might as well just keep cumming straight thru 'til eight o'clock."

I did laugh out loud at that one. It must be nice for a woman to be able to continually cum, I mused, a bit jealous. I wondered if that was behind Bruce Jenner's transformation. Christ, what other reason for his dubious decision could be more easily explained than that one? 

"You'll be just beginning by eight, Mrs. Bailey. Pace yourself", I warned playfully.

"Remember, it's been more than a year, sir. I have a lot of pent-up energy." 

I made a mental note to bring an extra Cialis. As Foghorn Leghorn once said, "Fortun, I said fortunately, son, I keep mah feathers numbered for just such an emergency."

I continued, her wardrobe only chosen for the waist down at this point.

"Now for your top. A blazer only, loosely buttoned over the bustier."

"Mmmmm, yes sir. Classy but slutty, showing just the right amount of cleavage?"

"I'll control that. Understood?"

"Very much so, sir."

"Very good." I glanced down at my cock flopping like a mistakenly caught eel on a fishing hook. It was just a matter of time until Mount Vesuvius erupted. "I also want you to wear a choker collar."

"I'll have to get one, sir. But I love that idea, too. Thank you, sir."

"And while you're purchasing that accessory item, Mrs. Bailey...?"

She waited until she decided that it was her move. "Yes, sir? What else?"

What the hell, I thought, why not? "Nipple clamps. I want you to buy and wear nipple clamps under your bustier. I want your nipples abused and ready." 

Her answer told me this woman was full of surprises. I had my hands full, all right, in more ways than one. "I already have those. I haven't worn them in quite a while, but they are in my 'special drawer', sir."

Well, fuck me, I thought. A special drawer. Who'd have thunk it? And this from a woman who hasn't had sex in over a year? While I pondered this, another text came over.

"It's thoughtful of you to notice that I love my nipples to be abused. I'm glad you picked up on that, sir. Thank you."

She was referring to the treatment she provided to her own nipples in her video show. Yes, I'd been paying attention.

"One last thing, Mrs. Bailey..." At this point, I was duly and truly distracted, desperate to cum.

"Yes, sir?"

"Wear bright red lipstick and gloss tomorrow. Not your usual pink. Red, like a whore should wear."

"Yes, sir. Should I use it on my nipples, too?"

Nice touch, I thought. A creative thinker. I love smart women. What the hell, she was in the medical field. It was like chicken soup, what could it hurt?

"Yes," I answered simply, my cock rumbling with an impending burst of lava.

"Oh, and sir? I've requested the far back booth in the Mahogany Room. It's very private. So make sure you ask for that when you arrive."

Before I could type my consent, one last text came through.

"You see, sir, I don't think your whore should wait until after dinner to suck your cock."

I groaned audibly. With just the slightest last tug, thick streams of white seed shot up several feet in the air and coated my desk and lap, while others splashed to the floor. 

I sat in my chair, my chest heaving, and hit the "stop" button on my camcorder. I viewed the taping after cleaning up a bit, and I must say, it came out rather well.

I hope Amber enjoys a movie with her dinner.

*****



Amber Ch. 03



Over the course of several days, Amber and I grew more tactile. It began with her just gently brushing her fingertips against me whenever she passed close to me, and I quickly found myself returning the gesture. Whenever she would bring me coffee, my fingers would touch hers just a little longer than necessary as I accepted the mug from her. As we washed the dishes together, she stood directly beside me, our arms continually touching as I washed and she dried. And as we watched television or a DVD together, she would lean into me while I had an arm draped across her shoulders. 

But best of all was the hugs. We hugged more frequently. We hugged when we first saw each other in the morning. We hugged when Amber left for school. We hugged when she returned home from school. We hugged before going to our separate beds. And each hug seemed to last longer than the previous hug. 

Then, on a Friday night, after Amber had already said she was going to bed, I stood in the kitchen, contemplating whether to have some ice cream before going to bed myself, when I thought I saw something at the edge of my peripheral vision. 

Amber stood in the doorway, wearing her robe and slippers. She stepped toward me, opening her arms, inviting me into her embrace... 

Without a thought, I accepted. 

We threatened to crush each other, and this hug was indeed the longest yet. 

"I love you," she finally whispered. 

"And I love you," I replied just as quietly, tightening my grasp even further and eliciting a soft whimper from her. 

"I've secretly loved you for a long time, you know," Amber admitted, her voice still quiet and respectful. 

That did not surprise me, nor did the fact that I kissed her forehead. 

Nor did the fact that Amber tilted her head upward and her lips met mine. 

Our first kiss was sweet and romantic, slow and gentle. It was a kiss of acceptance, and it hinted at more. I inhaled Amber's contented sigh, then returned it into her. 

Our lips ultimately separated, but our hearts did not. Amber remained in my arms, planting little kisses upon my neck as she scratched gently along my spine. My growing arousal was evident between us, but she did not seem to mind. 

"We should take this slowly," I suggested respectfully as I stroked the back of her amber-maned head. "We can't rush this if we really want it to last." 

"I know," she agreed with a nod, resting her head against my shoulder. "I want to take this slowly, and I always knew that you would, too." 

As I held her, I felt rather protective of Amber. I wanted desperately to ensure she had everything she needed, and ideally also everything she wanted. I yearned to ensure her safety at all times, and to give her all the tools she needed to become whoever and whatever she wanted. I knew deep in my heart that I would fully support her 100% in any of her pursuits. 

Yet, as I kissed her cheek, I also wanted to pick her up, carry her to my bed, and disrobe her. I wanted to touch her, kiss her, nibble her, lick her, finger her, taste her, then undress and ease myself inside her. 

...but there would be time for that later. 

An idea came to mind. "Tomorrow night," I asked, "will you go out with me?" 

"A date?" Amber's eyes grew large, sparkling with eagerness. 

"I date," I confirmed with a smile. 

I believe the teenage girls of today would say "Squee!!!" really loudly in this case. Whatever she said, it was not quite intelligible as "Squee!!!," but was a close enough approximation that I knew Amber was thrilled with my suggestion. 

*****

I waited patiently in the living room, reading the latest issue of Racer Magazine which had arrived in the day's mail, when I felt Amber's presence in the room. I turned toward the hallway, and was pleased to gaze upon such a wonderful vision of beauty and youth. 

Amber had selected a tasteful mint-green blouse with a frilly collar, and the blouse was just thin enough to display a hint of the black bra she wore underneath it. The black pleated skirt worked quite well with the blouse, and the black satin choker with the embroidered red heart at the front of her throat seemed like a fitting touch. The low black shoes and mint-green socks completed her look quite nicely. 

"You like as tasty as the mint chocolate chip ice cream in the freezer," I joked... but it was not exactly a joke, given that I would have loved to taste her right then and there. Her laugh proved that Amber certainly recognized the double-entendre, and I had to laugh with her as I stood. 

A heartbeat later, Amber was pressing herself to me as we kissed, our laughter fading away into loving silence. A few seconds later, she reluctantly stepped back. 

"I guess we're supposed to kiss at the end of the first date, not at the beginning." 

I laughed softly. "That's just a convention, not a law." 

"Good." Looking up at me, she beamed with a radiance I do not believe I had ever seen from her previously. It was clear that she was happy, excited, thrilled by our date. 

"I may be forced to keep the guys away from you," I joked with a wink, and she blushed just slightly. 

I extended my hand to her, and Amber accepted. 

The date had begun. 

*****

It was a semi-typical date fitting of a high school student: dinner at Arby's followed by two games at the local bowling alley. I had not been bowling in at least five years, and it showed: I had a score of only 128 combined between the two games. On the other hand, Amber had clearly taken advantage of the bowling portion of her physical education in the spring semester, as she scored a respectable 175 in the first game and 214 in the second game. 

No trip to a bowling alley can ever be complete without playing at least one video game, so we challenged each other to Ms. Pac-Man. It was nice to see that I had not lost my touch, making it to Level 18 and a score of over 225,000 points, clearly leaving Amber in my digital dust. 

As we walked across the parking lot to the car, I had an idea. "Care to go for a drive?" 

"Sure," Amber agreed. From the lilt in her voice, she did not yet want to go home, and to be honest, neither did I. 

Minutes later, we were headed north on the interstate. We soon left the city lights behind us, the interstate illuminated only by headlights and starlight. In time, I took an exit toward a childhood location, taking Amber down a long country road lined with tall trees. 

"Where are we going?" she asked, the unknown clearly exciting her. 

"Someplace where I used to spend a good amount of time when I was younger," I said cryptically. "I think you'll like it. Actually, we're almost there." 

A few minutes later, I found the familiar decorative boulder and turned left onto a dirt road. The ride was bouncy, but five minutes later we had arrived. 

It was a small lake surrounded by trees. Just above the tree line, the moon was beginning to rise, its pale orange glow really quite beautiful. I parked the car about twenty yards or so from the water's edge, and we stepped out into the wonder of Nature. 

"Where are we?" Amber asked in awe, her eyes wide as she drank in the natural surroundings. 

"This is a place where I used to do a bit of camping as a Boy Scout," I noted, meandering around the car toward my companion. "This is Old Farmer Joe's place, and my old Boy Scout troop came here several times per year for campouts. The troop disbanded about ten years ago, and Old Farmer Joe died a few months ago, so I was fairly certain no one would be here to disturb us." 

I offered my hand, and my date accepted. Hand-in-hand, we crossed the tall grass toward the lake. The air was indeed chilly, but neither of us minded as we stood at the water's edge, holding each other in the moonlight, the stars granting their approval as our lips met and our hearts beat as one. 

I would have liked to have laid Amber down in the dewy grass, kissing her and touching her until she was pleading for me to undress her. But it was definitely too cool for that. The air temperature would certainly have hardened her nipples upon exposure, but she probably would have been too uncomfortable to truly enjoy the experience. 

In time, we meandered back to the car. Before I opened the door for her, however, I backed Amber against the passenger door, and for the first time, I placed a hand firmly upon her chest. 

"That's an unusual hand warmer," she quipped. I took the hint, bringing my other hand to her chest. Gently, I squeezed her breasts as we kissed again, her arms around my shoulders, my arousal growing prominent between us. 

"You guys are all the same," Amber breathed, "always trying to feel a girl up!" 

I smiled. "Not always," I assured her quietly, squeezing a breast even harder in counterpoint. 

"Well, I don't care with you," she whispered. "Feel me all night." 

It may not have been all night, but I did spend a long time touching her, kissing her, and rubbing myself against her. Never once did I try to get inside her clothes, but the foreplay was getting intense. We were both breathing hard, both becoming heady with deepening lust. 

...and it only ended because the nighttime air became too cool. 

With a noticeable reluctance, we separated, gazing at each other, breathing heavily, holding hands. But a few minutes later, we were back on the road, leaving the lake behind. 

*****

The date officially ended with a kiss on the front porch. Once we were inside, however, Amber immediately proclaimed she was going to bed. 

Maybe ten minutes later, as I was walking past her bedroom door, I heard something which had not been heard in the house in several years: the long and unmistakable moan of a woman in sexual need. Silently, I opened the front of my jeans, leaned back against the wall as close to her door as I dared, and openly stroked myself as I listened raptly to the sounds of feminine self-pleasure. I tried to imagine how Amber was masturbating, how she was positioned, especially when the bedsprings could be heard. 

The sounds suddenly dropped in volume, but the bedsprings continued their protestations. Clearly, Amber's voice was muffled by a pillow, but her long wail of release was still breathtaking. Only a rapidly-disintegrating willpower prevented me from launching a stream of white-hot desire into the air. 

When I could hear no more sounds coming from Amber's bedroom, I silently moved down the hall to my own bedroom, leaving the door open just a crack so that she would not think that I might have been in the hallway listening to her self-pleasure. I smiled to myself, my male ego feeling rather satisfied that I could tease her to such an extent that she would need to bring herself to completion in such an impressive manner as soon as possible.  



Amber Ch. 04



Sunday morning, I awoke to find that I was not alone. 

I opened my eyes to find a plethora of thin amber strands directly over my head. Amber sat on the edge of my bed, leaning over me, smiling sweetly. 

"You look fairly innocent when you sleep," she said softly. "Quite different from at the lake last night," she added with a wink. 

I pulled Amber down upon me, hugging her warmly, my bare arms enjoying the sensual feel of her soft robe. I lamented that the robe and the covers prevented a full skin-on-skin sensation, but there would certainly be plenty of opportunity for that later. 

The morning following our first date went fairly well. There were a lot of open gazes as we prepared and ate breakfast. We watched a few cartoons on Boomerang together as we chastely cuddled on the sofa. Then we finally separated to get dressed for the day. 

Amber had planned to go to the mall with a few friends from school, so I had the afternoon to myself. It was a time for reflection on the past few weeks, and on the past forty-eight hours in particular. 

For several years, I had kept a small tabletop fountain in my tiny home office, and would turn it on if things began to feel too stressful, or if I really needed to ponder something. With Amber gone, I knew that I would be undisturbed for several hours, so I went into the office and turned on the fountain. 

For a long time, I gazed into the fountain, watching the water slowly spill from the top of the simulated boulders and cascade down into the small pool covering the multicolored pebbles. The sound of the flowing water helped my mind to relax, helped my pent-up arousal to simmer, and helped my entire body to calm. 

Once again, I thought of Amber as the eight-year-old girl I had first met. Her silky hair and brilliant eyes - both features attained from her mother, Francina - had captivated me even then. As she grew older and taller, while her body had slowly transformed itself into that of a stunning young woman, her hair and her eyes retained the innocence of the eight-year-old girl - perhaps that was why I kept thinking of Amber so much as a little girl. 

On the other hand, Amber was definitely a woman. The previous twenty-four hours had definitely proven that: the feel of her body, and especially the sounds of her passion were unmistakably 100,000% woman. She could make my body react in ways which only a woman can stir within me. 

And, on top of it all, she clearly loved me. Perhaps because we had already known each other for a decade, her love truly touched my soul and made me feel nicely warm whenever I thought about her. 

Perhaps because we had already known each other for a decade, my feelings for her were truly genuine, for I truly knew Amber. I knew her personality. I knew her favorite color. I knew her favorite catch-phrases. I knew her expression of frustration. I knew her penchant for multiples of the number four. 

I knew I wanted to spend my remaining days with her. 

The difference in age, however, could be a major barrier, especially in a town where everyone seemingly knew everyone else, at least by sight. Since her father had been in the military, many people knew Amber by name, and knew me because I had associated with Paul. After the funeral, when word began to circulate, most people thought it was a good idea that Amber would be living with me for her final year of high school - everyone seemed to recognize that I would always have Amber's best interests in mind. 

So that made me question: Would a relationship with this particular woman truly be in her best interest? Would his particular woman truly be well-served by spending the rest of her life with someone nearly two decades her senior? 

I pondered those questions for quite a long time, listening to the flow of the water, watching as it rose up from the simulated boulders and cascaded down into the small pool covering the multicolored pebbles. 

My mind wandered back to the previous night: the dinner at Arby's, bowling, Ms. Pac-Man, the drive, holding each other on the edge of the lake, touching her intimately, driving home, the kiss on the front porch, her muffled cries of release... 

I vowed that there would be another date.



Amber Ch. 05



Everything was going smoothly between Amber and me. I would spend the day working in my tiny home office, and she would go to school and then typically do her homework immediately upon her return. That allowed us to eat dinner and then spend the evening together in each other's arms, either watching television or a film together, or just simply talking. 

On Thursday night, as we cuddled and watched the original Ghost in the Shell, Amber commented softly, "She's rather free with baring her body." 

"I can't argue with that," I admitted. 

"Yeah... I don't think I could be that free in public." 

"Oh? You think you'd be that free with baring your body in private?" 

Amber finally turned her head away from the screen to gaze into my eyes. "For you, absolutely. But only if it's an audience of one." 

I smiled at that thought. "I'd be quite an appreciative audience." 

"I'm sure you would be." She placed a gentle kiss upon my chin, then returned her attention to the film as I held her close. 

I had seen Ghost in the Shell quite a few times, so my mind began to wander. I envisioned Amber standing before me in the darkness, slowly undressing, slowly revealing her feminine flesh to my eyes... 

"You're growing," Amber whispered, touching my thigh dangerously close to my groin. 

Only then did I become aware of the bulge slowly becoming more prominent within my slacks. Admittedly, I did feel a little embarrassed, for I had just been caught thinking about this young woman in a perhaps inappropriate way. Then again, she knew how I felt about her, so I really did not need to feel concerned about the situation. 

"I'm only growing because of you," I admitted, giving Amber a gentle squeeze. She giggled softly and kissed my chin again, then extricated herself from my hold long enough to reach forward and use the remote control to stop the DVD. In the light of the resultant blue screen, my young companion settled back into my hold, her hand once again touching my thigh dangerously close to my groin. 

"You're not trying to make me continue to grow, are you?" I challenged playfully. 

Her response was to place her hand directly over the bulge in my slacks and squeeze carefully. "That feels nice," I whispered. 

I watched her watching her hand moving back and forth over the growing bulge. She was clearly enraptured with the effect she was having upon my body. Even once the bulge had ceased its growth, she continued to fondle me through my slacks, just as I began to knead a breast through her sweater. 

"You must like my chest," Amber commented in an approving manner. 

"Indeed I do," I answered honestly. "Indeed I do." 

"I've long thought my chest was my best asset." 

"Interesting..." I caressed her between her breasts. "I'd say your hair or perhaps your legs." 

Amber giggled. "You're just telling a white lie so you don't seem too overeager about breasts, aren't you?" 

"Actually, no." I sighed contentedly as she gave the bulge a gentle but firm squeeze. "I like your legs, especially when you're wearing skirts or dresses. And I've always liked your amber hair." 

"Whatever," she said dismissively yet with an amused tone. "So, tell me another lie." 

"Why lie?" 

"What else do you like about me? Physically?" 

I hesitated, wondering if I should say what was actually on my mind. 

"Go ahead," Amber prompted me, squeezing the bulge one more time. "I won't bite... unless you ask." 

We laughed softly together for a few seconds, then the laughter faded into silence as our lips joined together. We boldly stroked each other through the long, deepening kiss. Her touch was perfect, to the point that my arousal was beginning to be uncomfortable. My touch seemed to increase her arousal as well, for she whimpered softly into my mouth. 

And when our lips finally separated, she changed position, straddling my thighs, cradling my head to her chest. Through the sweater and the undershirt and the bra, I could feel the heat of her passion and the prominent pulse of her love. I in turn cradled her firm cheeks, noting through the denim that I could not feel the outline of a panty, which made me wonder if Amber was perhaps wearing a thong... or if she was wearing anything at all underneath her snug jeans. 

Completely out of the blue, I had a sudden impulse to spank the woman before me, so I did - not hard enough to hurt, but definitely hard enough to get her attention. "Again..." she breathed once she was over the shock of the act. I obliged her, and she groaned as she rocked against me. One more time I spanked her, figuring that three times would be enough. 

Amber, however, clearly had another idea, for she stood, then draped herself across my lap, willingly placing herself in the perfect spanking position. 

"Are you sure about this?" I asked as I caressed her backside. I definitely did not want to push her further than she was ready to go. 

She nodded. 

I obliged her. 

Late that evening, I again stood outside the door to Amber's bedroom, listening as she shamelessly pleasured herself, the phrase "Spank me again!" wafting past the door between her soft sirenic cries. 

At breakfast in the morning, Amber could barely look at me at first. "You heard me last night, I guess," she finally said sheepishly. 

"I did," I replied, figuring there was no point in trying to avoid the subject. 

She blushed, hard. "I'm sorry," she said. "The touching, the spanking... You had me worked up to quite a frenzy last night. I needed... I simply needed..." 

"Trust me," I assured her, "I know. I'm just not quite as... vocal as you are." 

Amber smiled, finally looking at me, the blush beginning to fade. "You can spank me anytime you want," she offered. 

And that was the beginning of a ritual for us: Just before leaving for school, Amber would bend over my thighs, and I would spank her eighteen times to mark her age, leaving her backside and my hand tingling as a pleasant reminder of our unique relationship.  



Amber Ch. 06



Although we were taking things slowly overall, we were definitely doing some less-than-slow activities. The kisses were deepening, the fondling was transforming to groping, and the spanking was becoming more frequent and more intense. Amber and I were practically making a "career" of keeping each other perpetually aroused when in each other's presence. Yet, with the exception of lifting her skirt or dress to spank her, all our activities had purposely been kept outside the clothing in an unspoken agreement. 

The clothes only came off in private, so I had yet to see my loving companion naked. That was fine with me, for I could indeed wait, although it did not stop me from imagining what she must look like naked upon her bed masturbating furiously as I raptly listened from the hallway. I did consider buying a tiny camera and hiding it in her bedroom somewhere so that I could clandestinely watch her, but I loved Amber far too much to actually go through with something so secretive. 

We had also enjoyed a few more dates in the interim. One was another bowling date, twice we went to see the latest films, and another date was to see a traveling production of Miss Saigon which was so superb that it had us both in tears. 

Halloween was rapidly approaching, which meant buying candy and a few decorations for the neighborhood Trick-or-treat Day. I was not planning on wearing a costume, as I never had since moving to the area, but Amber insisted. 

"So what do you propose someone my age should wear?" she asked as we washed the dishes together. 

"Someone your age!?!" Her laughter was indeed musical. "You're not that old!" 

I shrugged. "I'm not quite over the hill yet, but I'm still older than dirt." 

"Ha! If that's the case, then perhaps we should wear Adam and Eve costumes." 

It took me a moment to mentally process that. "So we should wear just fig leaves covering the sensitive parts?" 

"I wouldn't mind!" 

We shared a grin and I elbowed her arm. "Realistically, what do you propose someone my age should wear?" 

Amber thought about that for a few moments as she dried a plate. "How about a stern disciplinarian?" 

"Huh?" I definitely had not expected that response. 

"You can be the disciplinarian, and I can be the naughty schoolgirl." 

"I see..." I mused aloud. "'Don't Stand So Close to Me,' with a kinky twist." 

"What?" 

I smiled. "It's an old song." Then added with a wink, "You youngsters wouldn't understand." 

She elbowed me. 

In the side of the ribs. 

Hard enough to make me wince. 

However, she had planted the seed, and it was quickly taking root. 

*****

"I've wanted one of these for years!" Amber gushed, twirling for me. 

The naughty schoolgirl outfit was indeed naughty. The twirl caused the super-short plaid skirt to flutter up and reveal a simple white cotton panty and the unbuttoned top of her blouse to reveal still more of her cleavage. The amber pigtails, however, were the perfect touch in my opinion, making her truly appear to be the stereotypical naughty schoolgirl. 

As for me, I wore a nice suit with the tie of Amber's school's mascot, to portray the role of a principal or a teacher. When I returned from my tiny office with a yardstick, that solidified my portrayal as the principal. 

"You do realize," I commented, "that principals rarely ever use corporal punishment anymore." 

"You do realize," Amber countered, "that naughty schoolgirls need it anyway." 

I kissed her briefly, the cherry-flavored gloss upon her lips tempting me. But, it was almost time for the trick-or-treating to begin. 

Our roles were simple. I would stand back, wielding the yardstick in a stern manner with an equally-stern expression on my face, and instruct the naughty schoolgirl to hand out candy to the visitors. For her part, Amber had to act sorry, and if anyone asked, she was to say that giving away the candy was part of her punishment for trying to give a student a sugar overload - not exactly a believable story, but Halloween does allow for at least a little bit of exaggeration. 

For three hours, the kids came: princesses and pirates and goblins and vampires and animals and angels and cheerleaders and world leaders and South Park characters and Japanese schoolgirls and even Captain Kangaroo. It was an interesting parade of kids coming to our doorstep. 

...and it was particularly interesting seeing the older Amber inside the house this year, giving out candy, instead of having Paul or Francina bringing a younger Amber to my house to ask for candy. 

When the trick-or-treating was done, Amber finally closed the door, which must have been a relief to her given the relatively cool afternoon and the amount of skin she had exposed over the three hours of giving away the candy. However, I simply could not let this opportunity slip by. 

"To my office now, young lady," I commanded in a strict tone, my facial expression stern to match. 

To her credit, Amber slipped instantly back into the naughty schoolgirl role. "Yes, Sir," she said meekly, her eyes downturned. 

I followed her to my office and closed the door behind us. 

"You gave away virtually all of the candy," I noted. "That's good. But that still does not allow you to escape the yardstick." 

"It doesn't?" 

"No, it doesn't. But it does lessen your sentence." 

"Oh." 

Using the yardstick, I pointed to the desk. "Hands on the front of the desk and bend over." 

Slowly, Amber moved to the desk and assumed the indicated position. 

"Ten strikes," I announced. "But if your hands come off the desk, we start over again. Understood?" 

"Yes, Sir." 

Using the yardstick, I lifted the back of the super-short skirt, then hesitated to admire the view of her cotton-clad backside. I rubbed the flat of the yardstick against her, teasing her purposefully, making her squirm slightly with nervous anticipation. 

The ten strikes all came swiftly, and Amber lurched forward each time with an unrestrained cry. Yet to her credit, she did not lift her hands from the desk, and she did not move too much. But at the end, she crumpled to the floor, her hands covering her aching anatomy, tears streaming down her face. 

I set the yardstick on the desk, then knelt before her, taking the crying Amber into my arms, consoling her until her tears ceased a few minutes later and her lips met mine. The kiss was not tentative, and it spoke of a deep, profound bond which few could possibly ever understand. 

However, as we ate dinner that night while watching football, Amber admitted to me: "I much prefer the spankings."  



Amber Ch. 07



It was a Teacher In-service Day, so the students were let out of school at Noon while the teachers stayed behind for specialized training. I would have loved to have been able to spend that afternoon with Amber, but I had unfortunately been called to meet with a client early that afternoon. Fortunately, Amber understood, but I could still tell that she was disappointed that we could not spend the afternoon together. 

As I left the client's office building, I used my cell phone to call ahead to a florist close to home and placed an order. Two hours later, I entered the house, briefcase in one hand and a dozen red roses in the other hand. 

Unfortunately, however, Amber had fallen asleep. I smiled as I gazed upon her sleeping form from the doorway to her bedroom, admiring her angelic, innocent slumber. 

Silently, I crossed the bedroom to the small vanity, placing the vase of roses directly in front of the mirror. I knew the flowers would be a pleasant surprise for her, although I also knew that they would not make up for my having been gone for most of the afternoon. 

Turning, I looked fondly upon the sleeping young woman. Her legs were parted just enough that I could see the crotch of her black panty underneath the denim skirt. The slow rise and fall of her chest drew my eyes to her breasts as they strained against her low-cut top, the front of the sweater unbuttoned to reveal a little cleavage. 

I felt compelled to go to her, to lay beside her upon the bed and touch her and kiss her. For a moment, I felt it best to just allow Amber to sleep. But then, I changed my mind - after all, she would probably appreciate being awoken by a gentle loving caress. 

After taking off my shoes, I settled beside her upon the bed, and Amber instinctively rolled toward me, an arm draped over me. Still she slept, but she at least seemed subconsciously aware of my presence. 

Even though she was sleeping, she was arousing me. Simply being so close to Amber created a stirring within me. My sex began to lengthen, harden, preparing to enter her. 

I so desperately wanted to enter her, to join with Amber in the most intimate way possible, to know her outside and inside, to touch her deep within and shower her soul with my love and my desire. 

Her hand moved across my back, and she stirred slightly, whimpering softly. She was beginning to awaken, so I gave her a gentle squeeze. 

Her eyes opened slowly. "You're home," she noted with a weary smile. 

I kissed Amber's forehead. "I'm sorry I couldn't be here when you came home from school today." 

She shook her head subtly against me. "It's okay. I know you have important things to do with your clients. I'm a big girl now, you know. I don't need to hog all your attention all the time." 

I kissed her forehead again. "I know you're a big girl. I sometimes find it hard to believe that you're not so little anymore." 

Amber made a quiet happy sound deep in her throat. Her hand gently scratched along my spine. 

"Dinner out tonight?" I offered. 

To my surprise, she shook her head. "Just hold me close," she requested. 

I did, and she drifted back into slumber. 

*****

The scent must have awoken her, for Amber appeared just as I was taking the steaks from the oven. She still looked somewhat sleepy, but knowing her love for steak, hunger was certainly overriding her need for sleep. 

Dinner was mostly quiet, but it was very much a comfortable silence. Our ankles often slid together underneath the table. A few times, we briefly held hands. Throughout the meal, our eyes lingered freely. 

I had the sense that, finally, it was nearly time. 

"Do you have plans for tomorrow night?" I asked. 

"Yes, actually," Amber admitted, "but I'm all yours Saturday night." 

"That sounds great. What's happening tomorrow night?" 

"It's Zoe's birthday, so her parents are throwing her a big party at their house. I'll be home by midnight, though, I promise." 

"I know you will," I said fondly, reaching for her hand again. "You've always been good about being home on time or at least letting me know where you are." 

"True... but her parents are kicking everyone out by 11:30." 

"Ah! Smart parents!" 

*****

While Amber was at Zoe's party, I cleaned the house, then turned off all the lights and lit several candles in the living room and the bathroom and in Amber's bedroom. About 11:30, I prepared a hot bubble bath, knowing that she would appreciate it, then went back to the living room to wait while listening to some soft jazz on the radio. 

I soon heard a car idling at the end of the driveway, and a door closing a few seconds later. I stood in the candlelight and moved toward the front door, waiting, my heart soaring when I heard a key sliding into the lock. 

"Wow!" Amber breathed at the candlelight. Only when she closed the door did she finally see me, and she eagerly stepped into my embrace. 

"I made a bubble bath for you," I finally said quietly, and her eyes sparkled. "I can give you a massage afterward if you want." 

She nodded, smiling. "I definitely want," she answered. 

*****

It was well after midnight when I heard Amber meander from the bathroom to her bedroom. "Give me five minutes," she called to me softly, then I heard her bedroom door close gently. 

One by one, I blew out each of the candles in the living room, then went to the bathroom and did the same. The orange scent of Amber's favorite bubble bath solution mixed quite nicely with the vanilla scent of the candles in the bathroom. The mixture of scents combined with the latent heat and humidity created a rather calming combination. 

I meandered to Amber's bedroom door and hesitated for a moment before knocking gently. "I'm ready," I heard her call out to me. 

She had left the candles burning in her bedroom, and they cast a soft romantic light which was augmented beautifully by the mirror of her vanity. But what really surprised me was that my sweet Amber was on the bed laying on her stomach, wearing only a skimpy black thong. 

"Uh... Wow." 

Amber turned her head toward me, smiling sweetly. "I presume from your lack of intelligent comment that you approve of my attire?" 

I closed the door behind me - rather silly of me, actually, since we were the only two people in the house - and approached the angel upon the bed. "I think I would approve of you in anything." 

For a long time, all was quiet as I massaged her. My hands enjoyed the feel of her bath-softened skin and the love which seemed to seep from her pores. It was the first time I had ever touched her bare skin other than her face or her arms or her legs, and I was definitely not disappointed. I was intrigued by the small mole on her upper spine, and remembered how she had injured herself when she was barely thirteen years old and she fell hard onto a log and severely bruised her lower left back, for there was still a very faint mark of discoloration visible in the candlelight. 

I had seen Amber's legs fairly often since she enjoyed wearing skirts and dresses, and late at night or early in the morning would usually wear a robe, but there was something extra special, extra alluring about seeing her legs in their entirety. My eyes lingered, studying how the back of her thighs joined with her buttocks. I even traced that area several times, which elicited a soft giggle from the scantily-clad angel. 

It was also nice to note her feminine curves, for the first time unencumbered by clothing. The curve of her back flowing into her buttocks was almost mesmerizing. The way her torso narrowed into her waist and then flared again into her hips made me want to ride those curves as if I was on a roller coaster. 

Taking my time, I massaged her fully: the back of her neck, her shoulders, each arm and hand, her back, her firm derrière, each elegant leg and foot. She occasionally whimpered or sighed softly, clearly enjoying the delicate attention. The massage had been good for me as well - good in that I was able to view and touch Amber's barely-clad body for the first time, and that combined with my growing desire had certainly aroused me... to the point that when I happened to glance down at my crotch, I could just barely see a slight wetness seeping through my slacks. 

Glancing at her digital clock, I saw that it was after 1AM, and figured that it was time to bring this massage to an end. I leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss between her shoulder blades, and started to move off the bed. 

"No," she protested quietly, turning over. "Please, don't stop." 

I could not refuse. I did not want to stop anyhow. 

The massage continued. I had to struggle, however, to avoid touching her breasts - in part to tease her a little, admittedly, but primarily because I did not want to appear as if all I really cared about was touching her breasts. 

Amber's eyes were closed through much of the massage, but I knew that she was enjoying it. I also enjoyed this wonderful new view of her, noting these exquisite curves and etching them forever into my memory. She was so warm, so soft, so open with me, and my appreciation and desire swelled and throbbed. 

Her shoulders, her arms, her hands, her chest (except her breasts), her stomach, her mons, her legs, her feet... I left almost no part of her unmassaged. From her breathing and her soft sounds, however, I could tell that she wanted me to touch her intimately. 

Ultimately, I did. I made the long yet enjoyable journey back up her legs, over her hips, along her stomach and her lower ribs, and finally turned my rapt attention to her soft breasts. To touch them for the first time without any clothing thwarting a direct hand-to-breast contact was an exhilarating experience for me. Feeling her pert nipples poking into my palms somehow made the entire massage seem all the more real to me. While I had caressed her breasts many times over the previous weeks, to do so on this occasion without the barrier of clothing made their gentle curves seem even more pronounced, more prominent. 

When she held my hands to her breasts, I knew that Amber wanted this particular tactile contact as I as I had wanted it. Our eyes locked, as fused together as our hearts. 

I could feel her heartbeat and her love. I could see her happiness and her desire. 

It seemed that everything was indeed right with the world. 

I used my hands both to help my precious Amber to relax and to demonstrate to her just how much she meant to me. Yet again, as my hands squeezed the most visible signs of her femininity, I thought of Amber in her younger years and was impressed at just how much she had grown and developed over the ten years I had known her. 

Her hands seemed to glide up my arms, over my shoulders and neck, and she pulled my head down toward hers. With my hands still gently squeezing her breasts, we kissed - a long, slow, lingering kiss. She sighed several times into my mouth, and I inhaled her breath, inhaled her love. 

I slid a hand to her head, stroking her hair. My other hand meandered down her body and into her thong, a fingertip ultimately tracing circles around her clitoris. She moved against my finger - subtly but noticeably. The kiss continued, my tongue brushing across her front teeth. Her jaw opened, and I directly flicked her clitoris for the first time, causing her to shudder against me and squeal softly into my mouth. 

Simultaneously, I penetrated my sweet Amber with tongue and finger. They entered her slowly, tentatively, giving her a chance to nudge me away if she felt I was going too far or too fast. 

She moaned louder into my mouth and gripped my back rather firmly, angling her head and her torso so that my tongue and my finger could each achieve maximum penetration. 

The massage had clearly ended. Soon I was kissing her deeply, repeatedly plunging multiple fingers into her willing body as she squirmed against me and groped me through my clothes. Her wetness was unmistakable, not only in its feel and copiousness but also in its sound every time I thrust my fingers into her warm clenching sex. 

I slid my thumb along her sacred entrance, wetting it with her passion, and brushed her clitoris. She tore her lips from mine, groaning with a primal sound I had previously only heard from the opposite side of her closed bedroom door. With my fingers still moving inside her, I focused my attention upon her sensitive nub. 

Her reaction was 100% pure woman. 

Her soft cries, her involuntary scratches, her rough groping, her impassioned writhing, her ragged breathing... She was definitely 100% pure woman. 

For several beautiful seconds, she may have been as lifeless as a statue. Amber's entire body went rigid. Her eyes were open wide, her mouth agape. She did not breathe. Her only movement occurred around my embedded fingers. 

Gently, I kissed her cheek, and that was apparently the catalyst, for all the pent-up sexual energy was suddenly released in an explosion of sound and movement which touched my soul, and I instantly felt that I was indeed a better person for having witnessed it. 

When she at last lay limp upon the bed, I respectfully extracted my fingers and brought them to my lips. Her taste was wonderful, a tangy passion which lingered on the tongue and hinted at even more to come. Through half-closed eyes, she watched me with a weary smile as I savored her nectar. 

Sleep was starting to beset me as well, and the reason why was emblazoned upon the digital clock atop the dresser. Yet I was still extremely aroused by the young woman upon the bed with me, the young woman who had just allowed me to take one more step toward finally joining fully with her. 

However, this was not the time to take that final step. 

I kissed her, directly over her heart, and she held my head to her chest. For just a moment, I turned my ear to her sternum, listening to her steady love as I caressed her side, once again exploring the curve of torso into waist into hip. 

At last, I began to rise, but she caught my hand. "I love you deeply, Aaron," she whispered, her eyes still half-closed. 

"I know, Amber," I returned with a weary smile. "I know." 

I believe that she was asleep before I closed her bedroom door behind me, but I ultimately lay awake in my own bed for quite some time, reliving the events of the evening.  



Amber Ch. 08



The sound of a thunderstorm awoke me in the morning. I have long enjoyed the sound of rain, but thunderstorms have always particularly intrigued me. 

Despite my fatigue, I soon made my way downstairs, making coffee as the storm raged around the house, then standing at the window watching the downpour pelting the neighborhood. 

Hearing a sound behind me, I turned to see Amber approaching me. I hugged her with one arm and kissed the top of her head, enjoying the feel of her terrycloth robe against my bare chest and her hands against my bare back. She briefly nibbled a nipple, then giggled softly. 

"Nice indeed," I commented. 

She licked and suckled each nipple, alternating back and forth for several minutes, working slowly. My nipples have never been particularly sensitive, but the attention of her dainty mouth certainly felt nice. 

She finished with a kiss directly over my heart, and then looked up at me with sparkling eyes. "Thank you for last night," she said softly. 

"My pleasure," I replied. Only after I had finished speaking did I realize that it was the wrong phrase to use. 

Amber smiled. "Actually, the pleasure was all mine last night," she admitted, and we laughed quietly together at her truth. 

After breakfast, I got dressed and went out to run errands while Amber settled herself with her homework for the weekend. Due to a jackknifed poultry truck on the interstate, I was gone much longer than I had anticipated, but when I returned, Amber was gone with a note left for me: 

"Homework done. Gone shopping with Jen and Nadine. Back by 4." 

That gave me some time by myself, time I needed to think about what had happened between us roughly twelve hours earlier. I went to my tiny home office and turned on the fountain, sitting and watching the water slowly spill from the top of the simulated boulders and cascade down into the small pool covering the multicolored pebbles. The sound of the flowing water helped my mind to relax. 

I thought about my initial surprise at having opened Amber's bedroom door and finding her almost fully naked as she awaited her massage. Clearly, she had been quite ready to escalate our relationship to the point where she was mostly naked for me, and she had eagerly allowed me to masturbate her following the massage. Yet she had worn a thong, so was she really ready yet to take the ultimate step and truly allow me into her body? 

Thinking of how warm and wet her sex felt around my fingers, I tried to imagine how her body would feel around my hardened length. I wondered how it would feel to have her body slowly spreading inside to accommodate me, her body yielding to me in the most intimate way possible. 

I realized I had become rather hard just thinking about this possibility. I definitely wanted to make love to the young Amber, yet I was not 100% certain that she was truly ready for the next step in our relationship. 

Amber stepped into the office, surprising me since I had not heard her return home. "Are you okay?" she asked, concern on her face and in her voice. "You don't often sit and stare at the fountain like that..." 

"I'm okay," I assured her, sliding the chair away from the desk and leaning back. Amber took that as a sign for her to come sit in my lap, and while that had not been my intention, I was not about to complain. She leaned into me as I held her, her head resting upon my shoulder. Her fingernails gently scratched the back of my neck in a manner at once nonchalant and enticing. 

We sat in silence for a long time, simply enjoying each other's devoted presence as she pressed against my unmistakable hardness. The sound of the fountain provided a fitting backdrop. 

"Can we go out to dinner tonight?" Amber finally asked. "Perhaps to that new Italian place that opened near the elementary school?" 

"That's a wonderful idea," I agreed. "I've heard it's a bit upscale though, so we'd probably better dress up for it." 

"That's fine with me." She kissed my neck, a hand gently rubbing my chest. 

"Sorry," I said. 

"Sorry about what?" 

"My chest isn't nearly as interesting as yours." 

She giggled softly and kissed my neck again. "That may be true, but what matters most to me is what's inside your chest, and I can feel it beating just for me." 

After a few moments, Amber stood again. "I'm going to go get ready," she announced, then left the office, her jeans firmly cupping her firm derrière. 

I still had not figured out if she was truly ready to take the next important step in our relationship, but it was clear to me that despite what we had shared the night before, she still revered me and loved me and respected me, and even if she never allowed me to partake of her feminine charms, that was what truly mattered most to me.  



Amber Ch. 09



On returning home from the restaurant, I unlocked the door and let Amber enter the house first, as I usually did. But to my surprise, however, she did not immediately turn on the light. Instead, she reached for my hand and pulled me inside until I was pressed against her. The only light came from a streetlamp's glow permeating the closed curtains and a pair of night lights used to help us navigate in the darkness. 

I closed and locked the door behind me, and she tipped her head up to me. Our kiss was wonderful, full of love and respect and trust. 

It seemed like a nice end to a nice outing. 

Stepping back and still holding my hand, Amber led me through the mostly-dark living room to the sofa and had me take off my jacket and sit. I was genuinely curious as to what she was planning, especially when she spread my knees and stepped between my thighs. Slowly, in the glow of the streetlamp's curtains-diffused light, she shed her jacket and set it atop mine on the sofa. 

When Amber slowly descended to her knees, her hands trailing down my torso and onto my thighs, I knew exactly what she was planning to do, and I felt a stirring within me which soon became visible through my slacks. 

Through my clothing, she caressed me, enticing my arousal to grow and solidify. She looked up at me with large expressive eyes, and I could not stop myself from reaching out to her and caressing her cheek. She turned her face into my palm as she continued to gently fondle the expanding bulge, and I sighed happily, enjoying her touch, enjoying touching her. Amber's free hand found my free hand, linking us symbolically in the same way in which our hearts were already linked: as one. 

She continued to stroke my hidden erection long after it had reached its full size. Still holding my other hand, she planted soft kisses all around my groin. Our hands would occasionally squeeze, a reinforcement of our mutual affection and desire. 

Even though it was evident what she planned to do, I was still a little surprised when Amber finally took the zipper of my slacks between her fingers and pulled it down. I was mesmerized as I watched her, thrilled that she was taking this step, that she trusted me enough to allow herself to do this to me, for me. My hands brushed her hair back out of the way, and she looked up at me with a small smile of gratitude and eyes which made it clear that this was to be an event dedicated to my pleasure. 

She fumbled a bit, but eventually she brought my solid manhood into full view. My erection stood long and proud through the open fly, saluting this amazing young woman. A few seconds later, she had extracted my testicles as well, and they were already heavy with my love. 

For a long time, Amber simply stroked me and fondled me. Her touches were delicate as she learned this part of my body. Her facial expression was one of complete fascination and awe. As a drop of clear desire would appear at my tip, she would gather it with a fingertip or a fingernail and send a sweet shudder through my entire being. 

I closed my eyes, my head resting on the back of the sofa. I savored the experience, even as I felt the need to possess her. 

But now was definitely not the time for such an act. 

When at last Amber took me into her mouth for the very first time, I groaned aloud. Her mouth was so warm and her tongue so soft. I could feel practically every ridge along the roof of the cavity as she slowly took more and more of me into her body. 

She could not quite take my fully length into her mouth, nor did I expect her to be able to accommodate me entirely. When she could handle no more of me, she stopped her slow descent, breathing through her nose as her tongue brushed me with the delicate care of a world-renowned artist. 

I felt as if I would melt into the sofa. 

Amber took my hands in hers and her head began to bob up and down around my solid shaft. I groaned again, quieter this time, my thighs closing in around her in perhaps a subconscious command to her that she was not to go anywhere anytime soon. 

For a long time, she worked upon me, gradually increasing my pleasure, exponentially increasing my desire. With her mouth and her hands, she tantalized me, urged me. Her tongue was wonderful, at once feeling like a warm wet tongue and like a skittish butterfly. 

I encouraged her. I throbbed in her mouth and in her hands. I stroked her face and her hair. I bombarded her ears with my sighs and my groans. I gazed upon her with need. 

"I'm close..." I warned, not knowing how she would react if I were to unleash my love into her mouth. 

She pulled her head away, and I was extracted from her mouth with a satisfying soft pop. Amber was breathing a little quickly, but she grasped my hardened length and stroked firmly and forcefully, looking directly in my eyes, and I could see exactly what she wanted. 

A few moments later, I gave it to her. 

Even in the semi-darkness, her love-coated face was unmistakable. She beamed proudly, her tongue searching out a line of white hanging off her lower lip. 

Her face contorted. Clearly, she did not care for the taste, but I could not stop myself from laughing quietly, and she smiled as well, her eyes full of her own love for me. 

"I feel like a slut," she commented softly, her statement contrasting with the smile in her eyes. 

"If you are a slut," I replied, stroking her head, "then at least you're my slut." 

Eventually, she returned me to the proper state of dress, then slowly stood, her knees apparently aching a bit from having knelt for so long. She stretched, still wearing my love upon her face, and that was when I noticed that my love also dotted the front of her black dress. 

"Perhaps you should go clean up a bit," I suggested, standing before her. "You're a beautiful mess!" 

"Okay," she agreed. Her hand lingered for a moment over my heart, then she disappeared deep into the shadows as she headed for her bedroom to prepare for a shower. 

I brushed my hand over the crotch of my slacks, and it was indeed a different sensation, a different touch. Touching oneself can be nice, but being touched by a lover is like transforming a puddle into an ocean: in terms of scale, there is simply no viable comparison. 



Amber Ch. 10



Several days had passed, and Amber and I had not spoken about Friday night when I had pleasured her with my hand, or about Saturday night when she had pleasured me with her mouth. It was not that we were pretending those events had not happened. Instead, it seemed as if we both thought that speaking about those events would profane their meaningful significance to us both. 

As usual, I spanked Amber before she went to school, and as she stood again and returned her skirt to its socially-acceptable position, she looked at me with an expression I had never before seen in her eyes. 

"I want to go back to the house," she said solemnly, even as she rubbed her sore backside through the back of her skirt. 

I was a bit surprised, for Amber had shown absolutely no interest in returning to her former home once she had officially moved in with me. In the interim, I had gone to the house a few times per week while she was at school, primarily to clean a little and ensure everything was in order, and I still had a hard time being in the house in which my close friends had lived. 

"Are you certain about this?" I asked softly, standing before my friends' daughter and placing a hand on her shoulder. "Are you sure?" 

Amber simply nodded solemnly. 

"Okay," I said. "When do you want to go?" 

"Now." 

I thought about that for a moment, about my schedule for the day, but I knew that I could shift things around being a Wednesday. "Are you sure you won't be missing anything critical at school?" 

"I'm sure." 

"Okay." 

Maybe twenty minutes later, Amber unlocked the front door of her former home. She hesitated a long time before she finally turned the doorknob and opened the door. 

Hand-in-hand, we walked through the house together, slowly. Amber looked upon everything with an expression I could probably never truly describe with any semblance of accuracy. Clearly, she was reliving memories, but whether they were positive memories or painful memories I could not tell. 

Oddly enough, as we stood in the bathroom, she stared at the bathtub, clearly remembering one or more significant events which had taken place in the waters which had once filled that space. 

Instinctively, I stood behind her and wrapped my arms around her. She trembled slightly, and soon I felt a tear upon a forearm, and I gave her a gentle squeeze in response. 

"I should've waited for you," she whispered, and I initially thought that she was addressing a memory she was seeing before her. But then Amber turned around in my arms and looked up into my eyes. "I wish I would've waited for you," she whispered, the tears beginning to truly stream down her cheeks. 

I did not understand what she meant, but I understood the she was in distress. I held her close as she cried upon me, gently rubbing her back as her tears flowed uninhibited. 

Eventually, with tears still trickling down her cheeks, she stepped back from my embrace and took my hand in hers. I followed silently as she directed the way to her old bedroom. 

The bedroom was rather sparse. The curtains, a dresser, a vase, the bed, and a few posters on the walls were really the only visible signs that this had for ten years served as Amber's private sanctuary. Yet as soon as Amber and I had stepped into the small bedroom, I could feel her calm, although she squeezed my hand a little tighter. 

"You've been cleaning in here," she said flatly - not accusingly, but just making a simple observation. 

I nodded. "I've been coming here periodically to check the house, make sure everything is as it should be, and to do some cleaning as well. I was just here yesterday actually." 

"It shows," she said. "Virtually no dust on anything." 

"If I had known we would be coming here today, I would have put some flowers in the vase." 

That actually caused Amber to smile a little, subtly lifting her mood, and her smile brought a smile to my face. 

"Are you okay?" I asked, deeply concerned. "I haven't seen you like this since the funeral." 

Amber only nodded. She placed her hand upon my chest, directly over my heart, looking at her hand as if she could see through it and my chest to see my heart beating for her. 

"I'm torn," she acknowledged. "I could sell the house and one of the cars and everything in this place and we'd be fairly well set financially for quite a while. You could even cut back on your consulting work if you wanted. But I also feel like I might lose a part of myself if I sold this place." 

Gently, I caressed her shoulders. "Whether or not to sell is your decision to make," I said, although I was touched that she was thinking of me in her decision-making process, "but whatever you decide, I'll support you one thousand percent." 

Amber's gaze finally rose from her hand upon my chest to my face, and she gazed into my eyes for a long time, her expression softening with resolve, with purpose. "Make love to me," she finally whispered, "right here on my old bed. Make me a woman. Please." 

My eyes widened, for I definitely had not expected this turn of events. Then her eyes began to waver as tears began to well up and threaten to spill down her cheeks once again. 

"Right here?" I asked, quite aware of the disbelief in my voice. 

"Right here," she confirmed with a nod, tipping her head just enough for the first of her renewed tears to trek down her face. "Please. It means a lot to me to give myself to you right here, right on my old bed." 

I began to understand - or so I thought. This house, and especially this bedroom, represented her life as a girl. My house – our house – represented her life as a woman. Giving me her body in her old house, in her old bedroom, upon her old bed, would signal the end of her girlish innocence. And, unless I was reading too much into the situation, it would also signify the break with her past, making it hopefully easier for her to sell this house and the other belongings associated with it. 

I gingerly cupped Amber's head with my hands and looked deep into her eyes. "You really want this?" I asked. "Right here?" 

"Yes," she replied, more tears falling down her cheeks. "Take me here. Right here on the bed. Make me a woman. Make me your woman. Please." 

It was evident just how much she wanted this, and I wanted this for her. Yet I hesitated, for to me, it somehow just did not seem "right." 

Sensing my slight reluctance, Amber caressed my chest, then allowed a hand to slide down my jacket and come to rest at the front of my slacks. Instinctively, I began to grow and harden underneath her touch. 

"I want this inside me," she affirmed. "Please. I took my own cherry a while ago, so I can't bleed for you, but I still need you to make me a true woman..." 

Her hand touched me more firmly, and my body responded accordingly as my arms enveloped her and my lips sought hers. We stood there for a long time, kissing, touching, beginning at last the consummation of our unique relationship. 

Slowly, clothes were shed. I undressed Amber, and Amber undressed me. All that could be heard was the kicking aside of shoes, the undoing of zippers, the rustle of falling clothing, and the deepening of breathing. 

When I was fully naked at last, Amber nudged me back to her bed and had me sit. I watched with rapt desire and extensive love as she took off her panty, the last of her clothing, standing before me shamelessly and proudly with her hands clasped behind her. Stepping toward me, she parted her legs, as if inviting me to touch her most precious anatomy once again. Reaching forward, I did, finding that her body was weeping in anticipation. 

Amber's inhalation was soft yet sharp as my fingertips slid across her moistened sex. With pure desire in her eyes, she looked at me, silently pleading for me to make her a true woman as she subconsciously held her breath, her lower lip quivering just slightly as I stroked gently at the base of her torso. Only when I carefully probed between her plump labia did she exhale, inhaling again loudly as a finger gently rimmed the entrance to her treasured portal. 

With my free hand, I reached out to her, grasping her arm carefully yet firmly. Between her legs, I penetrated her at last with my middle finger, drawing out a low moan capable of enticing even the Pope. Hooking the finger inside her, I pulled Amber toward me, and she very willingly complied, standing fully between my thighs and cradling my head to her chest. 

To hear the beating of her heart and the filling and emptying of her lungs was a magical moment for me. Her breast under my cheek was warm and soft. Her hands caressed my head with infinite love, while her body coated my finger and my hand with her increasing desire. 

Her whimpers becoming moans, I kissed this wonderful person directly over her heart, then edged my head to the side, my lips sealing around a nipple. Taking her tight bud between my teeth, I battered it rapidly with my tongue as I tugged my head gently backward... 

Her intake of air was sudden, sharp, wondrous. Her fingernails curled against my scalp as her weeping womanhood clenched around my finger. Clearly, she was succumbing to the rising pleasure, enjoying my ministrations. 

For a long time, Amber stood between my thighs, leaning forward, writhing, clutching my head as I alternated from breast to breast, whimpering and moaning as I repeatedly plunged first one and then two and ultimately three fingers inside her dripping body. The scent of her desire was filling the room, and it was starting to make me feel rather heady. The entire scenario definitely had an effect on me, as noted by the dripping length proudly saluting this unique young woman. 

When at last I brought my other hand to her clitoris, Amber's cries suddenly became more intense. Her arousal was very nearly at its peak, and it did not take long before she soundlessly enjoyed the orgasm bestowed upon her. When she did make another sound, it was an explosion of sound as her entire body shook violently, the pent-up energy which had been accumulating deep within her finally seizing the opportunity to escape into the world. 

I stood, taking the trembling woman into my arms, amazed yet again that this is the same little girl who had grown up before my eyes over the past decade. The same little girl who enjoyed being pulled down the sidewalk as she sat in a wagon was being lifted into my arms and carefully deposited upon the bed, as naked as the day she was born. Yet this was definitely no little girl on the bed before me, looking up at me with love and a hint of nervousness even as she spread her legs for me and bent her knees toward the ceiling. 

I hesitated for a moment, considering tasting her, but realized that by parting her legs like this, she was indicating that she was ready now. Still, I made a show of sucking what remained of her tangy broth from my fingers and my palm, my eyes locked with hers as she watched with deep rapture, seemingly amazed that I could be truly savoring her liquid love. 

As I finally mounted the bed, Amber's hands moved down her body to her thighs, caressing them as they parted even wider to invite and accommodate me. Her fingertips moved ever closer to her awaiting sex, a not-so-subtle instruction of where to enter her. I smiled, watching as her fingertips stroked alongside her labia, more of her wetness seeping from her wanton body... 

I stroked myself, my hardened length pulsing in my hand. My desire seeped from the tip, yearning to join with her and truly convert the girl I watched grow up into a true woman. I could definitely feel a swelling in my chest as I prepared to ease into my precious Amber. 

She was vulnerable. Naked before me, she could hide nothing from me. Her amber hair was seemingly all that was left of the little girl I had known. Her lips had become fuller and lightly coated with gloss. Her eyes had become so much more expressive. Her skin had softened from her daily tender care and her face glowed with a slight hint of rouge. Her chest had certainly developed beyond that of the eight-year-old girl I fondly remembered. Yet she was comfortable enough with me to present her vulnerability to me, along with her body and especially her love. 

Amber reached up to me, and I positioned myself over her, enjoying how her hands slid easily along my skin. Although she had touched me many times over the previous weeks, this somehow seemed to be much more meaningful for her, much more poignant. Even to me, her touch seemed more tender, more wondrous. 

I aligned my sex with hers, then looked deep into her eyes. "I love you, Amber," I whispered, "and I always will." 

"I know," she responded with a sweet, not-too-innocent smile. 

Amber's fingertips pressed into my sides as I pressed into her body. She seemed to stop breathing, her eyes widening, her lips parting as I entered her, each slow, careful thrust allowing me to delve further into her snug passage. She quivered as her fingernails curled into my skin, an act which scratched me gently and added to the eroticism of the moment. 

Her body parted for me, accommodated me, opened itself to me. I paused, waiting for her to breathe again, and when she did, backed out partially, then pressed forward slowly but firmly, and her body allowed me deeper into her as she held her breath, her wide eyes beginning to fill with tears of love. Several times the process repeated itself until, finally, I was fully sheathed inside her. Only then did she finally moan, bearing down on my solid invasion and causing my own breath to catch for a moment. 

We remained joined like that in silence for a few minutes. We simply touched and gazed. I dipped my head, and we kissed slowly. She continued to clench around me, learning me in a significant new way and causing me to twitch inside her. 

Her breath was hot in my mouth, then hot in my face as I lifted my head away to gaze into her eyes. The love and the trust was very much evident, and I could tell that she was feeling a little discomfort at being so deeply filled. 

"I'm trying to be gentle," I assured her, and she smiled slightly. "Hurt me all you want," she responded, caressing my cheek fondly. "I may not be bleeding, but I feel like I should be hurting since this is my first true time..." 

I lowered my head again and our lips sealed together. As we kissed, I slowly backed out of her, then respectfully refilled her. No longer did she hold her breath as I pressed into her - instead, she filled me with her breath, whimpering softly, clutching my head. We traded the same breath back and forth as I moved slowly inside her, enjoying the snug fit of her wet passage, reveling in how her body attempted to tug me ever deeper into her, ever closer to her heart. 

At last, I reluctantly separated my lips from hers, dipping my face into the junction of her neck and shoulder. Amber held me tightly, breathing hard past my ear. She began to move beneath me, matching the slow and steady pace I had established. Her legs moved against mine, closing around me, entrapping me, a signal that the discomfort was fading. Her hands began to move upon my back and my sides, and her breathing slowed a little as we made love. 

At last, I was making love to this beautiful creature. At last, the little girl I had known had been transformed into a true woman. At last, the playful teasing of the previous few weeks was coming to its anticipated climax. 

"Do it inside me," Amber requested, a subtle desperation in her voice. "Please..." 

Only then did I realize that I was not using any form of protection. I did not know if Amber was on The Pill or any other means of protection. "Are you sure?" I prompted. 

"I'm on The Pill," she replied. "I have been for almost a year. Please, do it inside me. Please..." 

Her protection and her plea dispelled my concern. Lifting myself up on stiffened arms, I gazed down upon her, sheathing myself fully inside her and grinding against her clitoris. The sounds which emerged from her were definitely not those of an innocent eight-year-old girl - they were instead very much the sounds of an eighteen-year-old woman making love for the first time. The gasps, the whimpers, the moans, the occasional cessation of breathing... the sounds all tugged at my heart as our slow and steady rhythm continued. Gripping my hips, Amber was participating in her own pleasure, nudging me this way and that, using her hands to show me how to give her maximum pleasure, and I was very much eager to learn. When her hands finally left my hips and began to roam my body anew, I knew that I was pleasing her the way she wanted, the way she needed, and as she bore down upon me with more force and began to sputter unintelligible sounds of delight, I knew that I was doing as she wanted. 

But I could not simply grind upon her clitoris forever. My own need was beginning to come to the forefront, urging me to move deeper and faster inside her. When I backed out of her body at last, Amber gave a soft mew of protest, but when I pressed into her once again, she hissed beautifully as her fingernails dug into my upper arms. 

I bent down, supporting myself on my forearms so I did not crush her with my weight. "You're a true woman now," I whispered into her ear before kissing her cheek. 

"I'm truly your" - she gasped as I backed out of her and penetrated her once more - "your woman now," she responded, clenching even more firmly around my throbbing manhood. 

I thrust into her several times, reveling in her tight fit as her body clamped around me. Her sounds grew in volume and in intensity. Her breasts quivered nicely beneath me as her body writhed with the desire growing within her. I groaned softly, for her body's natural reactions were very much increasing my own pleasure. 

Suddenly, the slow pace felt excruciating. I needed to move faster within her. I needed to feel my body slamming hers with much greater force. 

I needed to fill her with my seed, and the fact that she had specifically pleaded for it only increased my need. 

I did increase the pace, but I also tried to temper myself. I did not want to move too fast - I did not want to hurt her any more than necessary so that her first time would truly be special for her. 

Yet Amber and I were both grunting and moaning with every thrust. Her body rose to meet mine each time I refilled her. Her desire was clear in her eyes, in her touches, and in the copious wetness sloshing within her. I tried to remain quiet, to better hear the protesting of her old bed, the smacking of our bodies, the sloshing of her wetness, and the sweetness of her voice. 

Her orgasm was rapidly approaching. I knew it from the sounds escaping her lips: more insistent, more needy. I knew it from her eyes: clamped tightly shut. I knew it from her hands: groping me rapidly, moving with the speed of an attacking tigress. 

"OH GOD!" she suddenly screamed, clutching me tightly and pulling me down upon her. Amber's precious sex bore down on me with incredible force as my weight was forced upon her, roughly flattening her breasts between us. 

"OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD!" 

She was practically hyperventilating, moving more forcefully, and I increased my pace to match her new tempo. I was pounding into her, fast and hard. This was no longer a sweet, gentle lovemaking - this was a true fuck, and I did not know how long I could last as I fucked this beautiful woman with all my heart. 

"Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" The sound filtering past her gritted teeth was almost inhuman as her body flailed rapidly beneath me, only my weight preventing her from fully lifting her back up from the bed. Her feet were firmly planted, however, which caused her to lift us both by at least a few inches before plummeting back to the bed - and all the while I was firmly implanted within her, riding her wave of desperate need.