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Amanda

By: Flip1978



First of all I must start by telling you how I met this sweet young lady. I first met her when I started hanging around one of my friends, who was dating her sister at the time. Anyways when we first met I thought she was a really cool person to hang out with, but as time went on I became more and more attracted to her. Amanda may not be the best looking girl around but I think she is hot. She is 5'5 around 110 pounds a great ass and a very nice b cup chest and auburn color hair that goes down to her shoulders. Well about three months ago she started dating this guy and I think she was trying to rub it in my face and make me jealous because she was always making out with him whenever I saw them together, and it worked better then I ever thought possible. Well one day while online she asked me how my day was going and after a decent conversation I got the courage to tell her how I felt towards her. After a long pause she said she had to go and that we will chat soon.

Later on that week I was sitting around online when I heard a knock on the door, it was Amanda dressed in a white t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans. After I let her in she said we have to talk about our online conversation when I tried to but in and tell her it was a mistake she told me to let her finish first so I did. She then explained that she had the same feelings towards me that I had for her. While we are having this conversation I was fighting a major hard on and I think she noticed because she took my hands off my lap and smiled and winked at me. Not caring what might happen after I leaned in and kissed her on her lips, when she didn't resist I kissed her again and gently slipped my tongue into her waiting mouth, after sharing a long passionate kiss I pulled her on to my lap and started to take off her shirt once that was off I started with her bra. Freeing her lovely tits I took on of her nipples into my mouth and pinched the other one with my free hand. Then I went back to kissing her and playing with her tits, then I moved my hands down her sides and onto her sweet ass. She then got off my lap and told me to stand up, when I did she got down on her knees and started taking off my pants, which I gladly helped her do. Once they were off she told me to sit down so I did and then she started to give me the best blow job I ever had. Nice and slow and using her hand, then she surprised me a little but she started to finger my asshole, rimming at first then when I really got into it she started to probe my ass deeper, sticking her finger right up inside. 

After a few minutes of this I am ready to blow a load right in her mouth, instead I cradle her head and pull her up to me and we share a long hot kiss I can taste my precum but I am so turned on that I just don't care. Then I set her down next to me and start to remove her remaining cloths. Once I get her wet panties off I notice that she is nicely trimmed just the way I like it, I start licking her pussy and probing her nice little ass, now at this point she is moaning really loud when she tells me she wants me to eat her ass, which I am more then eager to do, and while I am eating her ass she is fingering her pussy then after several orgasms I crawl back up to her and give her a big hot kiss sharing her pussy juice. Then she looks at me and asks me to fuck her so I slide my hard cock into her tight wet cunt and I start fucking, nice and slow at first and getting harder and faster along with her breathing then after she cums again she slips my cock out of her twat and moves it to her mouth where she continues to suck it until I have the biggest orgasm I have ever had, and she continued to sallow every drop I gave her. Or so I thought, she then moved up to kiss me after we lock lips and she opens her mouth she gives me a mouthful of my cum, I swallowed most of it and the rest we kept in our mouths as we tongued each others mouths and gradually swallowing all the cum. After that we rested for a few minutes and we continued to fuck the rest of the night away. And we are still together.

Flip

Amanda



I met Amanda through a mutual friend in college. We hit it off pretty quick, and soon we were messing around and experimenting with a lot of different things. Amanda was a flirt, but she was prepared to back it up if you called her bluff. She loved to try new things, and quite often getting me off got her off as well. It was a nice friendship we had worked out between us. The only drawback was that she was a virgin, and was saving herself. Other than that, she was willing to try or do anything that either one of us could think of.

Amanda was a little girl, she stood about 5' 2" and probably never got above 110 lbs while we were hanging out. She had beautiful long blonde hair and pretty blue eyes. She had nice lips and a small mouth, as well as cute little hands, both of which made my average size cock look like some pornstar. Her body was evenly tanned all over, as she laid out in her backyard nude every summer. She had a nice set of perky C cup breasts with puffy nipples which I gave a good deal of attention, and a perfect round butt.

Amanda and I hung out for awhile, flirting back and forth, but neither one of us knew what the other wanted, so no one made a move. Until the day we were smoking pot at my apartment.

We were sitting around my place one afternoon, just Amanda and I, getting stoned. We were sitting next to each other on the couch, laughing and giving each other a hard time. Amanda got up and started going through my movies, looking for something to watch. I wasn't paying much attention, and got up to get us something to drink. Amanda started giggling and yelled that she had found something. I was coming back into the room as she popped the tape into the VCR. She came over and sat down next to me as the tape started to play. 

Amanda had stumbled on to my stash of porn, and had put in one of my favorites, "Big Tit Fuckers". I just sat there as the tape began to play, and watched as Holly Body gave some lucky stud the titfuck of his life. I looked over at Amanda, but her attention was riveted to the action on the screen. She was engrossed with that guy fucking Holly's tits, his dick drooling precum all over her cleavage. Watching Holly Body get her big tits fucked was having quite an effect on me as well, and it turned me on even more to watch it with this hot and horny little girl. My cock was throbbing in my jeans and forming a sizeable tent that Amanda soon noticed. 

"Do you jerk off while you watch this?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper. I nodded, and she swallowed and looked down at the bulge in my pants. "Can I jerk you off while we watch this?" she breathed. I could barely mumble yes before she had my cock out and began to slowly move her soft hand up and down my aching shaft. Her eyes never left the TV as she squeezed and pumped my cock. The scene continued until the guy was ready to cum. I braced myself as she began to squeeze and pump my cock harder and faster, just as the guy pulled back and pointed his dick at Holly's big tits. Amanda moaned as his dick shot his seed all over the pornstar's jiggling tits.

As the scene ended, Amanda turned to me with lust in her eyes. "I want you to cover my tits in cum too!" she moaned. She pulled off her shirt and bra, revealing her ripe young tits perfectly tanned and capped by a pair of puffy pink nipples. I groaned and leaned over to suck those nipples, licking her tits all over as she continued to jack me off. She used her other hand to alternate between cupping her tits and feeding them to me and grabbing the back of my head to press my face harder into her tits. I could feel my balls begin to ache and knew I would cum soon, so I pushed her away and got up to stand in front of her.

She cupped her tits and held them up to me. "Shoot your hot cum all over my tits, cover me with your jizz!" she cooed slightly jiggling them and offering them to my rock hard cock. I took my drooling dick in my hand and started slapping her tits, splattering large amounts of precum all over her nipples. When her titties were dripping and wet, I slid my dick between them as she pressed them together. She moaned and looked up at me, begging me to cum on her. I couldn't hold back for very long, the sight and sensation of my throbbing dick moving back and forth between her big tits was just too much. I pulled away, stepping back about a foot and jacking my dick. She arched her back and cupped her tits in front of my aching cock, begging me to cum all over her. 

I pointed my dick at her tits and let loose a large stream of cum. It flew through the air, splattering on her chest and covering her from her neck to the nipple of her left breast. As it began to drip from her hard pink nipple I groaned and shot a second stream of cum, larger than the first, that completely soaked her entire left breast. Cum was splattered and dripping all over the left side of her chest, and she was squealing and begging for more as she orgasmed. I pointed my dick and stroked it again, this time sending three large spurts of cum splashing across her right breast and covering it with semen. 

Amanda looked up at and licked her lips, but I wasn't finished. I stepped forward and thrust my still spurting cock between her tits, placing my hands on her shoulders and fucking them as hard as I could. On each thrust between her cum covered tits my dick erupted once more, sending stream of cum into the air and all over her tits and face, splashing all over the fabulous vixen I finally able to have. After four or five thrusts my cum finally slowed, and she took my dick in her hand and milked the last of my cum onto one of her nipples, rubbing the purple head of my dick all over her cum covered tits.

She sat back, almost purring like a cat, as she rubbed my cum all over her boobs. She moaned and fingered herself to another small orgasm as she did. Watching her play with herself and the cum on her tits kept me rock hard, and I started thinking about round two. I stood in front of her and started slowly jacking my dick. She looked up with lust and hunger, "Can you do that to me again?" she asked. I nodded and she groaned and got off the couch. "I want to watch this time." she informed me as she took me by the hand and led me into me bedroom.

When we got inside she shut the door, and got on her knees in front of my full length mirror. "I want you to fuck my tit and cream them again. I want to watch as you shoot your load all over me!" she moaned sexily, as she cupped her tits and arched her back. Her breasts were still wet and slippery from my first load, so my dick slid nicely between them as I stepped forward to fuck her tits. She moaned and stared into the mirror, watching my throbbing cock move slowly back and forth through her cleavage. She jiggled her tits around my cock, moving them back and forth along my rod as I fucked them. 

She was really putting on a show, and soon my dick was spewing precum all over her shiny tits. Amanda was enjoying the action as well, and she reached down to finger her clit. I grabbed her tits with both hands, squeezing them hard around my cock as I started to pump harder and faster. The sight of me fucking her beautiful her tanned tits in the mirror and hearing her moans as she got off was soon too much for me. I wanted this to last, so I pulled out of her cleavage and started slapping and poking her hard, puffy nipples with the head of my dick. This drove Amanda over the edge, and she came hard as I continued to rub and poke her nipples. She grabbed my dick and started pumping it with both hands, completely overcome with lust. "I want your cum, baby, I want you to shoot it all over me!" she cried as she stroked my dick harder and faster. Her lust for cum was such a turnon, I could feel her trying to milk the cum from my balls. I looked over at the mirror at her jacking me off, on her knees begging for my cum. Her motions were causing her big tits to bounce and jiggle. There was precum flying everywhere as she jacked my dick, landing all over her face and chest.

At that moment I felt the familiar sensation rise from my balls and travel up my dick. I groaned and grabbed my cock, pointing it at her while watching in the mirror. She sat up, pushing her tits together and up, offering me her breasts as a target to shoot on. She gasped as she looked in the mirror in time to see me point my dick at her chest and shoot a gout of cum directly at one of her nipples. It slapped against her breast, and a thick pool collected in her cleavage as my cum dripped from her nipple. She turned sideways. kneeling directly in front of the mirror, holding her tits up to catch the rest of my cum. I moved beside he, and shot another thick stream of cum across both of her tits, completely soaking them both in jizz. I watched her in the mirror as her soaked chest heaved, waiting for my cum. I pointed my dick at her image in the mirror, and sprayed another blast across her reflected tits. It splattered against the glass in a long streak and slowly began dripping down. 

Amanda's eyes widened and her mouth opened wide at the sight and sound of my cum hitting the glass, She squealed as I turned my hose back onto her tits, shooting four more streams of cum across her chest. I milked the rest of my cum onto her tits as she sat entranced, watching herself in the mirror as my cum slowly ran down her tits.



Amanda



I met Amanda at the local village pub in one of those natural casual ways that happen when you've finally given up trying to pick up women and just accepted that you are going to be single for the rest of your life.

I was living alone in the west country in a cottage on the coast. I had a small regular income that allowed me to indulge my pretensions of becoming a serious writer. I adored the quiet of the country, the semi-isolation - my nearest neighbour was 100 metres away and as we were off the main road, there was no traffic.

While I enjoyed my own company, I also enjoyed spending the occasional evening in the local village pub. The folk were friendly enough, and there were enough immigrants from the big cities one way or another that there wasn't that closed community hostility that sometimes poisons the idyllic life in a village.

So there I was one Friday evening in the Horse's Head. There was a reasonable crowd, busy without being overwhelming. And there was no loud music playing. Heavens above! You could actually hear yourself talk!

I was standing at the bar, sipping on a pint, engaging in casual conversation with several bar acquaintances in desultory sort of way. Suddenly a shriek erupted in one the booths. It was swiftly followed by a tirade of abuse. The culprit was a young woman and the recipient was a stunned man who seemed incapable of responding to the volley of abuse. In their mid twenties, I assumed that they were a couple. She stormed out of the pub followed by the rather embarrassed young man who was clearly trying to mollify her.

"You know what his problem is?" a female voice opined from beside me, "He should be chasing her out the door to give her backside a good tanning, not to appease her wounded pride!"

I turned to look at the speaker. She was a reasonably attractive woman, though in my experience, most women can look attractive if they take the trouble to do so and keep themselves in shape. There you are, now you know I'm an unrepentant chauvinist! Auburn hair down to her shoulders, a pleasant summer dress, hazel eyes. I guessed her to be in her late 30s, but I'm notoriously inept at judging a woman's age.

"Too right!" I responded looking my new interlocutor. "Any woman tried that on with me and she wouldn't sit comfortably for quite a while." Well I'd had a couple of points and apart from the one jarring episode we'd just witnessed, the mood was one that encouraged a degree of plain speaking.

The smile I got back almost knocked me off my feet. It was definitely a case of switching on the lights.

"I'm Amanda Karlson" still smiling as she introduced herself. "But my friends call me Mandy." It's one of those funny things, but though we have since become the most intimate of friends, I never really cottoned on to calling her Mandy. To me she will always be Amanda. Somehow that gesture of formality was so apt for our relationship.

"Robert, Robert Johnson. I'm so pleased to meet you." I never was a Bob or Bobby, never will be. Can't help myself really, just have to be all stiff and formal. Probably that British diffidence that everyone else mistakes for arrogance. However, there was certainly good cause for stiffness in a certain quarter in chatting to this mature but rather sexy woman. The chemistry certainly seemed to be there, if I'm any judge - which of course I'm not, I'm bloody hopeless at understanding women and the subtleties of communication, but fortunately for me, it was there anyway.

By mutual agreement I bought another round and we moved to a booth where we could talk with a little more privacy. After a few harmless pleasantries I chanced my arm further and raised again my favourite topic - the chastisement of the female figure, with emphasis on the bottom.

"It sounds as though you were talking from experience when you suggested he give her a good hiding? So who's warming your bum at the moment?"

Now don't get me wrong, I'm not the sort of chap to come out with a line like that in normal circumstances, but remember I'd had a couple of points to loosen the chains of inhibition and anyway, she'd raised the issue in the first place!

And you will of course realise that Amanda, being your normal female, had already figured out all the social related things like:

a) I wasn't married - no wedding ring or the lack of sun-tan where one should have been if I was playing truant

b) I didn't have a live in girl-friend - clothing not quite properly ironed, lacking that contented three square home cooked meals look

c) Wasn't gay - God knows how you can tell, cause I bloody can't

d) Clearly interested in succeeding in one of the most difficult things any girl can undertake - how to get herself soundly thrashed and fucked (sorry - engage in intimacy) without scaring the pants of the guy by asking for it.

So she didn't play coy in answering. No. For once in my life I got a straight answer from a woman.

"Well no-one actually, more's the pity. How about you. Are you laying a few tramlines across some lucky girl's sit-upon."

All I can say is - thank God for beer! I'd usually be tongue tied and gibbering by now. Honestly if a relative stranger came up to you and basically asked you to thrash her bum, how would you react? But this time, I was suave, I was sophisticated, well actually about half cut, but I thought I was suave and she didn't run off so it amounts to just about the same thing in my book.

"I happen to be between engagements," not a bad way of saying that I hadn't beaten a girl in many months. Come to that, it had been a jolly long time since I'd even had a girl's knickers down at all. "Would you care to adjourn to my place where we can discuss this in more privacy and perhaps examine the seat of the problem?"

To cut the story short - and get to the good bits, we did indeed move to my place. I think my erection had become petrified and obvious was not the word as we entered the house. She put her hand to the front of my trousers and smiled that smile again.

"Been a while Robert?"

"Nice girls don't fondle a man until they've been given permission. That makes you a naughty girl, and naughty girls have their bottoms bared and smacked. Smacked hard." I said with mock severity.

"Ooh, I think I'd rather like that." She replied, giving my tent a good squeeze that sent jolts of lightening through me. "But perhaps I should deal with this first, otherwise you might wet your trousers. I've got very wet knickers and I know how uncomfortable it can be unless you can get them off quickly.

By this time, I think I had definitely become a babbling idiot. Have you ever noticed how juvenile conversation becomes when sex is involved. Two grown adults who would otherwise discuss any range of issues in a mature and intellectual manner just throw all of that culture and maturity away and revert to the most embarrassing childish tripe.

There is no question that on this first meeting, Amanda took control. She led the way in almost everything. Even when I started to beat her, she had engineered the situation to ensure that things proceeded smoothly. Since our relationship has developed, this is no longer the case. It is I who now call the shots ... except when she wishes to achieve a certain outcome and then, on looking back, I will be forced to recognise that she, in her subtle, gentle way, has led me again. In such situations it is almost always that she wants me to treat her more harshly, to be more cruel, to be more disgusting and depraved, to go beyond my own standards of where to draw the line. It took some while for this understanding to arise.

Thus it was that I soon discovered how good, no not good, fantastic! Amanda was at "la pipe" as our French colleagues say. She licked and sucked on my cock, stripping both me and herself at the same time (I still marvel at how women can deal with bras one handed). It didn't take very long for me to fill her mouth. And, heaven be praised, she swallowed my spunk to the last drop, except for a small amount that she dribbled out of her mouth. A very, very, erotic trick that all the girls in porn movies know how to do. Seeing it in real life was a thousand times more of a turn on I promise you. And then she licked it up again. Wow is the only expression that goes close. Just plain WOW.

I pride myself on being a gentleman. Well we all have our conceits don't we. So, my main tackle being temporarily out of ammunition, and quite frankly drooping and shrivelled, I resorted to tongue and fingers to investigate this wild-fire woman that had somehow got the wrong address and picked me! I ravished her. With some pride I exclaim to world that I did not stop when she reached her first orgasm that night, I took her to three in that first session alone, the last one involving a most satisfying impalement on my resuscitated equipment.

During the skirmish she came across another of my little oddities, my fascination with not only her buttocks, but with her anus. When it became clear that Amanda was truly made in heaven just for me and she that her anus was one of her erogenous zones, my initial tentative touches became rather extended lickings and fingerings. She whispered to me that she loved the attention but that buggery was only allowed after beatings. Fair enough I thought at the time. I still do. Suffice to say she gets beaten rather a lot.

Coffee restored us somewhat and allowed us to have a slightly more rational conversation about our mutual desires and expectations.

It turned out the Amanda had been married up until about five years before, when she had lost her husband in a road accident. The marriage had been a very happy one, and one in which she had early learned of the pleasures of submitting to frequent and very thorough punishment. She indicated that if her bottom was always well marked and very sore, it wasn't the only part of her body that was whipped. Her eyes sparkled with remembered pleasure and tears of loss as she recalled her life with her very much loved master. As ridiculous as it must have looked, two naked near middle aged adults holding hands and discussing tender moments was most poignant.

Losing her husband had meant that she had been cut adrift in life, reasonably comfortably financially, but without the anchor on which she had come to rely. A series of affairs had proved unsatisfactory with most men running a mile when they understood her need to be physically dominated and punished.

She had turned to other women to see if she could fill her needs through that avenue. She told me how she had enjoyed the experience and rather enjoyed the taste of a woman's sex and still happily went to bed with other women from time to time. She had formed some close friendships, one with a woman who thrashed her as hard as any man, but in the end they didn't quite fulfil her the way a relationship with a true master did. And so she had kept looking.

We talked a lot that first evening. Once the first raging passion had been dealt with, we were able to explore each other's minds at leisure. It was important for me to understand Amanda's needs as well as her limits. Apparently she didn't have any! At least none to which she would admit then. Having spent some years testing this theory out, I have to admit that her limits are those of her physical body, not her mind or her ability to take pain. But you have to take these things a little carefully, even if the lady in question is desperate to be thrashed to a fair thee well. One previous experience leads me to exercise caution, at least at first when introducing a woman to severe chastisement. It is far easier to step up the tempo than to withdraw a cane stroke that went too far.

We slipped most naturally into our first spanking. After much talking and desultory kissing and fondling (my appendage was well in evidence and ready for another innings), I just pulled her over my lap,

"Time to put the hand to the plough Amanda dear, or rather to the bottom." I joked as my first slap of that delicious (in every sense) behind presented itself, rather excitedly.

In my experience, I have never seen a woman so wantonly seeking a beating. No pretence, no game playing, she lay over my lap perfectly presented,

"Lay on McDuff," she giggled.

Affronted by such misuse of the Bard's good work, I proceeded to deliver a rather extended series of smacks. And I have to admit, shrieks of "Harder" and "Can't you do better than that" did rather cause me to increase the tempo and force somewhat. After five minutes, I'd admit to being rather heavy handed. But at least I'd quietened the demand for extra verve and there was even the odd "Ow" and a few cries, particularly when I moved from reddened buttocks to fleshy thighs.

A few moments rest, after all my poor hand was fairly stinging, and her bottom and thighs had that rather appealing tone common to ladies who've been well smacked. Amanda wasn't crying, she's made of much sterner stuff than that. But the insolent banter had gone, to be replaced by a rather more thoughtful look on her face as she squirmed and rubbed her bottom, until I made her stand in the corner with hands on head. Not original I know, but there is a pleasing aspect to this tradition. Seeing a well reddened bottom squirming while the naked owner stares at the corner under my command, not allowed to touch said same scorching bum is rather a turn on, I must say.

I then spoke words that, to this day, she both loves and hates to hear,

"Bring me your hairbrush."

I knew she had one with her because she had told me that she always carried one in memory of her late husband who required her to have it handy at all times. He and I had a lot in common for we both considered our favourite implements to be the cane and the hairbrush. I have followed his lead and I also require Amanda to have her brush with her at all times. It certainly comes in handy when we are travelling and I want to stop to give her a quick thrashing on the side of the road and I'm after something rather more devastating than my hand.

The hairbrush is for tears. I always beat Amanda's bottom and thighs with her brush until she weeps for me. I have not yet failed to achieve this accolade to the severity with which I treat her. It is exceedingly effective when applied to a well bruised bottom. I love to cane Amanda then follow up with a session with the hair brush a little while later.

When she presented me with her hairbrush that first time, on her knees, I couldn't resist the temptation. I had her take my penis in her mouth again and pay it the homage that she so loves to. As she sucked away, I gently brushed her hair. When she had finished, I had her lay over my lap again and took the brush to her bottom with a gusto.

The brush cracks against her behind with a most satisfying sound, and leaves excellent marks and draws forth cries and yells within a few smacks. However, not satisfied with my handiwork after two dozen hard thwacks, I had her change position by leaning over the back of a lounge chair with her head on the seat. In this position not only were her buttocks beautifully presented and nicely tight, but her thighs were in a perfect position, not to mention the sulcus between bottom and thigh which had been somewhat protected as she lay over my lap.

We did not count stokes. I have never really valued this aspect of CP, not the least because I never beat a woman with a set number in mind. I beat this beautiful woman until she wept. And then I beat her some more. And she cried and begged and pleaded. The funny thing was, the she never begged me to stop, her pleas were decidedly non specific. She was bending of her own free will and could have got up at any time but she didn't. She lay there soaking up the fiercest hairbrush thrashing I had ever delivered up to that time, and cried and wailed and screamed. I found out later that she had orgasmed during that thrashing, and had thoroughly enjoyed it and had not particularly needed it to stop when it did. But stop it did.

I cuddled a sobbing child-woman in my arms for some minutes until she quietened. Then she disentangled herself from my arms and went to her handbag. Smiling through her still wet eyes, she handed me a tube of lubricant,

"Now it's time for buggery," she said, and again draped herself over the same chair over which I had just thrashed her.

"Just a moment." I said. "I have a very firm rule about anal sex. I rather prefer the area to be well prepared. While I am rather partial to using a woman that way, before I take my pleasure that way, I must ask you to agree to my rule. Anything that goes into your behind, be it my finger, my prick, a vibrator or whatever, afterwards goes into your mouth. I find that helps a girl to remember that cleanliness is important. I also require you to be available to me whenever I desire your behind. However, I accept your condition that you be beaten before buggery. Do you agree?"

"But I haven't had a chance to prepare myself properly this time." she gasped.

"I suggest that it will provide you with an invaluable lesson for the future, even if it for tonight it leaves a nasty taste in your mouth."

Suffice to say she somewhat reluctantly agreed and suffered the consequences with an admirable stoicism. She even admitted later that, while she was not scatologically inclined, the imposition of my will on her in that way had been a real turn on.

I didn't cane Amanda that evening. After taking my pleasure in her behind, and using her mouth, I had her stand in the corner again. It is an absolute delight for me to watch my lover stand in the corner with a thoroughly thrashed bottom with my semen seeping from her anus down her thighs. It is a pleasure I indulge in most regularly, though more often than not, I have Amanda wear stocking and high heels - that way the semen pools at the stocking tops for a while. Yes I know I'm a degenerate, but believe me when I say that Amanda takes great pleasure in it as well.

If I didn't cane her that first night, I made up for it by caning her before breakfast the next morning. And then again mid-morning and then again that Saturday evening. And after each of the canings, I followed up with the hairbrush. My! How she wailed and wept, and afterwards smiled and laughed.

And I've been caning her ever since. I've acquired any number of instruments for chastisement and I've been for more severe with this woman than I would have thought possible.

She has never agreed to marry me, mostly I think out of respect for her late husband. But in all other respects she is my partner and mate for life. And oh, what a life!



Amanda



The man behind the large oak desk was speaking. "Bob, I think you know why I've asked you to come here today."

The small person on my right was gripping my arm tightly.

"Yes, your Eminence, I believe that I do. That we do."

"Before I give you my decision, I want to make a few things very clear."

"Yes, your Eminence."

She was gripping my arm even tighter now. I was in danger of losing circulation. I patted her hand in what I hoped was a reassuring gesture.

Through the window behind the cardinal, I could see the grounds of St. Michael's Cathedral. They looked beautiful in the summer sunshine. Looking at this beautiful vista made me think about how this whole thing started.

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It was on a beautiful July day about 2 years ago. I washed and waxed the new car and puttered around the house until it was time to go to Liam's place. He'd invited a bunch of us for a barbecue. Liam's my business partner and a lifelong friend. He prides himself on his culinary skills, so this promised to be a fine evening. We were to arrive between 5:00 and 6:00. I planned to be one of the first arrivals.

I left home about 4:30. Parking is at a premium in Liam's neighbourhood, so I wanted to allow myself plenty of time to look for a spot. I'd only been around the block 3 times before a woman in a minivan pulled out of a parking place right in front of Liam's house.

As I parked the car, I thought about how lucky I was. Besides owning my own business, a nice house and a beautiful new car, I'd found a terrific parking spot. I was going to spend a great evening partying with good friends. I was hard to imagine how things could be better.

I went around to the back garden and was met by Liam and his wife Joan. Liam immediately put a beer in my hand. I was surprised that I wasn't the first to arrive. Liam's hospitality was legendary, so several couples and a few other single guys were ahead of me. A bunch of us hung around the barbecue laughing and kibitzing as Liam cooked.

I was on my third beer when the party was suddenly interrupted. The back door of the house next door slammed loudly, and Liam's neighbour came running into the yard.

He asked loudly, "Does anybody here own a silver Porsche?"

I identified myself as the owner of just such a vehicle.

"Well you'd better come out front. Some asshole has really screwed up your car."

I ran to the front of the house. The guy was right. Some prick had completely smashed the entire back window. There were particles of glass everywhere, especially inside the car. I suddenly felt very tired and defeated. What kind of son of a bitch would do such a thing?

I wasn't thinking very well, so it's good that Joan had a level head on her shoulders. She realized that the first thing to do was to call the cops. In order to collect on the insurance, I'd need a police report. She called them, and I spoke to the duty sergeant. While I was giving him as much information as I had, a bunch of guys went around to the neighbours' to ask if anyone had seen what happened. No one had. How the hell could somebody smash a car window on a residential street in broad daylight and not be seen? I had no idea how it was possible, but it seemed that was exactly what had happened.

That was the end of the party for me. I drove my car home and locked it in the garage. Then I proceeded to have a few stiff drinks. Then a few more. But after a while, I realized that getting

drunk wasn't going to help the situation. So I decided I'd better do something constructive.

Obviously, my car would be in the shop for at least a couple of days. I'd need a rental car. My company had a contract with one of the car rental companies. I thought it was Avis or Hertz, but I couldn't remember which. I knew I had a card somewhere that would give me a special rate. After looking everywhere else, I opened my wallet. There was the card. It wasn't Avis or Hertz. The company was Tilden.

I called the 1-800 number on the card, and a young woman answered. "Thank you for calling Tilden. My name is Amanda. How may I help you?"

"Well, Amanda. You can be a big help. Some lowlife smashed the back window on my new Porsche and I need a rental car."

"Oh my God! A new Porsche? You must be really upset."

"Yeah, you could say that. Anyway, I have a Tilden Privilege Card. Would you like the number?"

"Please."

I gave her the number. She entered it in the computer, and we waited while my file came up.

"I'm sorry, sir. I have no idea why this thing is so slow tonight. Oh, there it is. Your name is Robert Danielson, right?"

"Guilty."

"OK. I see that your preference is for a compact car."

"Actually, I'd like a midsize, if possible."

"Yes sir. When and where would you like to pick up the car?"

"Tomorrow morning in downtown Toronto."

"We have quite a few locations in Toronto. There's one on Markham Road, another on the Queensway..."

"Those are way the hell out in the burbs. Don't you have anything downtown?"

"I'm sorry, sir. I don't know Toronto. I've never been there. I'm actually in New Brunswick."

Shit. It was one of those call centres. "Well, just read me the locations."

I settled for the one at Yonge and Bloor. I could easily walk there from my house. We finalized the booking and then chatted a bit.

"Amanda, where in New Brunswick are you?"

"I'm in Florenceville. You've probably never heard of it."

"Actually I have. A good friend of mine is from there. I thought that it was just the company town for McCain Foods. French fries, pizzas and stuff like that."

"It used to be, but we have a lot more stuff now. Flo-ville's doing pretty good. have you ever been here, sir?"

"No. The only place I've been in New Brunswick is Moncton. I loved it. And call me Bob."

"OK, Bob." I could hear the smile in her voice."

"Amanda, you've been really great -- very friendly and helpful. I'm going to write a letter to Tilden. What's your last name?"

"Penner. Amanda Penner. That's really nice of you."

"And if you're ever in Toronto, give me a call. My address and phone number are in my file."

"Are you serious?"

"Of course I am."

"OK. Do you mind if I ask you a question?"

"Nope. Fire away."

"Your file says that you're with IT Associates. I'm really interested in computer stuff. I'm in my last year of school. Does your company have any internships for students?"

Uh oh. There was no university close to Florenceville. This was a high school kid. I hoped she didn't think I was trying to hit on her.

"Yeah, we've had some interns in the past. Hold on just a minute. I'll get you the name of the person who's in charge of that stuff."

I got the name. Amanda wrote it down and thanked me.

"You're very welcome, Amanda. Have a pleasant night."

"Unfortunately, I'm working all night, but it's usually not too busy on this shift. Were you really serious about my giving you a call?"

"Sure. Call me if you're ever in town."

"OK. I will. Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

The next morning, I called my insurance company. I took the car to their assessor and then to the auto-glass shop. Then I picked up my rental car and went to the office.

My Porsche was ready in 2 days. It looked as good as new, thank God.

Over the next couple of months, I put the episode out of my mind as much as possible.

On a Sunday in October, I was sitting in front of the TV with a beer. The Bills were playing the Colts. NFL football. I'm a proud Canadian, but I've never been able to get into the CFL game. Like a lot of people in Toronto, I'm a Buffalo Bills fan. On this Sunday, I remember that the Bills had scored first. 7 to nothing. The Bills kicked off after the touchdown. The Colts fumbled. The Bills recovered. Then the phone rang.

"Hello."

"Hello. It's Amanda."

I drew a blank. I had no idea who this might be, and I was really into the game. I was just about to do the "sorry, wrong number" thing and hang up when she said, "Amanda Penner. Tilden?"

"Oh, Amanda. Sure. I remember. What's up?"

"First of all, thanks so much for writing the letter to Tilden. I didn't believe you'd do it. I was totally shocked when the supervisor read it out loud to the whole shift one night."

"You're very welcome. It was the least I could do."

"Well, thanks again. But I'm afraid I'm going to bug you about something, if you don't mind."

"No, go ahead." I actually did mind, but what the hell.

"You said to call you if I was coming to Toronto. Well, I'm coming week after next. I applied to the University of Toronto for next term. They want me to come in for an interview. I might get a scholarship. Isn't that great?"

"Yeah, great," I said. On the TV, the Bills had just lost yardage on their first down play.

"So I'll be in Toronto for a few days. I wonder if we could get together for a coffee or something?"

Amanda had this habit that many young women have. Nearly every sentence seemed to end on an upward inflection, like a question.

"Sure, why not? Where are you staying?" The Bills rushed again and didn't go anywhere. Shit.

"Well, that's just it. I don't know. Is there a reasonably priced hotel near the university?"

"In a word, no. The only hotels that are really close are the Intercontinental, the Park Plaza and the Four Seasons. A room in any of them will probably cost you somewhere around two-hundred bucks a night. Shit!"

"What?"

"Nothing. It's just something I saw on TV." The goddam Bills quarterback had just thrown an interception.

"Oh. Are Toronto hotels really that expensive?"

"Yeah. I'm afraid so." I was a bit distracted. The fucking Colts had run the interception back to the Bills' thirty yard line.

"Oh. I don't have much money. I've been saving what I've made at Tilden, but that has to last me all of next year. Well, maybe I can find something I can afford."

The Colts were now at the Bills' five yard line. First and goal. I wanted to concentrate on the game. I wanted to end this conversation, but I didn't want to just cut her off. Without thinking about it a whole lot I said, "Tell you what, I've got a big house, and it's near the university. You're welcome to stay here when you're in town. You can have your own washroom and be pretty independent. How about it?"

"I couldn't. It's too much. You don't even know me."

"Think about it and let me know. It's not a big deal for me."

"OK. I really appreciate the offer."

"Keep in touch and let me know what's happening."

"OK. Bye."

"Good-bye."

The Bills managed to hold the Colts to a field goal. It was coming up on half-time. My beer was gone, so I went to the kitchen for a refresher. The situation on the TV in the kitchen was even worse than on the one upstairs. Now the fucking Bills had fumbled the kickoff return. The half ended with Indianapolis ahead ten to seven. Shit. I muted the sound on the TV. Half-time shows are usually boring -- just some guys telling you about stuff you've already seen.

Suddenly it hit me. I was a prize idiot. For some stupid reason, I'd just invited a kid I'd never met to stay in my house. I had no idea who the hell she was or what she was like. All that I knew was that she was a female high school kid. I might even go to jail for this. No, I remembered that the age of consent in this province was fourteen. She had to be over fourteen, didn't she? Anyway, I certainly wasn't thinking about fucking her. I'd never seen her. Oh well, probably nothing would come of this.

The Bills lost the game. In the second half, they played like pigs. I turned off the TV at the beginning of the fourth quarter. The score was thirty-seven to seven.

A couple of days later, I was puttering around getting some supper together when the phone rang. I don't usually answer the phone around supper time. Too often, there's a telephone solicitor on the other end. I hate those buggers. So, as is my habit, I checked the caller ID readout. The number had a "506" area code. I had no idea where that was. I decided to answer.

"Hello."

"Bob? It's Amanda."

Oh shit.

"Hi, Amanda."

"You were right about those Toronto hotels. I can't believe how expensive they are. If you're serious about offering to let me stay with you, it would be really great for me. I'll be in Toronto for five days. Is that too long?"

Fuck. "No, that'll be just fine." Like hell.

"OK. I'm coming in on Saturday. The flight's lots cheaper if I'm there over the weekend."

Fuck it. In for a penny... 

"Give me your flight number. I'll meet you at the airport."

"Oh wow! Really?"

"Yeah, really. What's the flight number?"

I wrote down the flight information. I could hear the excitement in Amanda's voice. I just felt tired.

"Amanda, how will I know you?"

"I'm blonde, and I'll be wearing a dark blue suit."

"Do you always wear a suit when you fly?"

"No. I'm bringing the suit for my interview, and I figure it'll be better to wear it than to pack it. Does that make any sense to you?"

"Perfect sense," I lied. "I'll be the dopey looking guy trying to find the blonde girl in the blue suit."

Amanda giggled. "I can't wait. I'll see you next Saturday."

"Yeah. Next Saturday. Good-bye."

"Bye."

Now I'd really gotten myself into some major shit. I didn't feel hungry anymore, but I felt a major thirst coming on.

I couldn't do dick at the office the next day. Too hung over. After that came Thursday. Meetings all day. Then, inevitably, Friday. More meetings. Suddenly it was Saturday morning. Unfortunately it looked like a glorious day. I had hoped against hope that there might be a storm or something. Amanda's flight might be delayed or canceled. Well, maybe there was bad weather in Atlantic Canada. No such luck. Environment Canada's website showed everything clear and calm over New Brunswick. Shit.

Amanda's plane was landing at 12:50. I figured that with the lighter Saturday traffic heading toward the burbs I could make it to Pearson International Airport in about 30 minutes. Giving myself another 10 minutes to park and so forth, I planned to leave a little after noon.

At the appointed hour, I went to my garage. Maybe the car wouldn't start. No such luck. The big flat six roared to life right away. Bummer. Well, maybe the traffic would be heavier than expected. Nope. I actually made it to Pearson in just over twenty minutes, and I immediately found a parking place right next to the garage elevator.

Since I was a bit early, I went to the little cafe on the arrivals level of Terminal 2 and got a cup of coffee. I sat down near the TV screen showing the status of the arriving flights. The flight from Fredericton, New Brunswick was right on time. My luck was running out. Finally, the screen said that the plane had arrived. I finished my coffee and went to stand in front of the door with the appropriate number.

I stood there for what seemed like a hell of a long time. People came out of the door with their luggage. Many of them were greeted by friends or relatives. The torrent slowed to a trickle. For some minutes, there was no one coming through the door. Perhaps Amanda had missed her flight. Too bad. I turned to go to the information desk to ask if indeed a Ms. Amanda Penner had been on the passenger manifest. Just then, someone touched my shoulder. I turned.

"Bob?"

There stood Amanda. It had to be she, this little round person wearing a navy blue suit and white blouse. Well, she wasn't really "round." Slightly chubby, perhaps. Sort of baby fat. She was more short than petite with short blonde hair, blue eyes and wire-rimmed glasses. From what I could tell, she seemed to be built small on top and bigger on the bottom. She was smiling shyly. She looked about 13.

"Yeah, I'm Bob. And you must be Amanda." I offered her my hand, and she took it.

"I'm sorry. You must have been waiting a long time. It took so long for my bag to come out that I was sure they'd lost it. It did show up, though. Thank God."

I was pleased to note that the bag in question was of a modest size. If it had been larger, we'd have had a hell of a time fitting it into the Porsche. Luggage capacity is not a Porsche strong point.

We headed for the garage. Amanda chattered away about her flight. She'd had to take a bus to Fredericton the night before and had stayed at the Y. The Y was OK. They were really nice to her. The flight had been fine until the problem with the bag. Etc., etc.

We reached the car. Amanda's reaction was immediate.

"Oh my God! It's beautiful! What model is it? My little brother will never forgive me if I don't ask."

Her little brother. Shit. I hadn't thought about it, but of course this kid had a family. Apparently, they knew that she was staying with this guy in Toronto. A guy that she'd never met who drove a Porsche. Her folks must be nuts or at least insanely trusting of the kindness of strangers.

"It's a 911 Carrera 4S."

"Thanks. That doesn't mean anything to me, but Bruce will know all about it. He's nuts about cars."

"How old is he?"

"He's 17. I guess all boys his age are car-crazy. I'm not, but this is a very beautiful car. It must have cost a fortune."

I put her bag in the vestigial back seat. "It wasn't cheap, but to me it's worth it. I love to drive."

I helped Amanda into the car, got in myself, started the engine and proceeded to drive out of the garage. We headed south on the 427 highway. Amanda's reaction to the view was amusing.

"Oh my God! I knew that Toronto was big, but I've never seen so many huge buildings. And it seems to go on forever."

I grinned. "Just wait till we get downtown. Then you'll see some really big buildings."

When we were driving past the city core on the Gardiner Expressway, Amanda was almost speechless. She stared wide-eyed at the huge towers, office buildings to the north and condos on the lakefront to the south. I pointed out a few landmarks. Amanda gravely took it all in.

"But you live in a house, right? Not in one of these big buildings."

I smiled. "Yeah, I live in a house. I'm not an apartment kind of guy."

"Good. I don't think I'd feel comfortable being that high up in the air."

"Amanda, you were just in a plane that was tens of thousands of feet above the ground."

"Yeah, but that's different somehow. Isn't it?" She looked at me gravely. I tried not to laugh.

"Yeah, I guess it is. This is our exit. We'll be home in no time at all."

Home? Why the hell didn't I say "my place" or something like that? Oh well. No tears over spilled milk.

"I'm sorry. You must think I'm a terrible bumpkin. I guess I am. The only big city I've ever been to is Halifax."

Once again, I tried not to laugh. The last time I checked, Halifax had a population of less than 350,000. The city of Toronto alone has a population of about 2.5 million, and there are about that many again in what's known as the "GTA," the Greater Toronto Area. I lived in an area of some 4 to 5 million people. It was difficult for me to think of Halifax as a "big city," but it certainly must seem so to someone from small-town New Brunswick.

My house is in the part of town called the Annex. I have no idea why it's called that. A historian friend once told me, but I immediately forgot. Anyway, the Annex is downtown, so we soon arrived at my place. I pulled into the garage. We got out of the car. Being the gentleman that I am, I carried Amanda's bag into the house.

"Bob, this house is huge! Do you live here all alone?"

"Yeah, I'm afraid so."

"Why do you have such a big house?"

"I thought once that I was going to get married. It didn't work out that way. Now, I'm just used to the place. Anyway, it's great for parties and for business entertaining. Come with me. I'll take you to your room."

Amanda's room was on the second floor, next to the library. It had its own en suite washroom, a walk-in closet, queen-sized bed, a TV, a VCR, a DVD player and a satellite terminal. Your basic comforts of home.




Amanda



Amanda: The First Meeting

I first met my submissive through a personals website. Her name is Amanda and she’s 18 years old, 4’11” and weights around180lbs or so, she has 40D sized breasts and shoulder length burgundy hair, blue eyes and wears glasses. I loved the way her picture looked, and clicked on her profile to get more details about her. I looked through here profile and including her checklist. When I first saw her profile I was immediately attracted to her and the more I looked though her interests the more I liked what I saw, but didn’t hold much hope of things actually going anywhere since these types of websites are notorious for go no where ads, but I sent her an email telling her I was interested in talking to her and learning about each other and seeing if we could become friends and maybe even more. To my surprise and delight I got a response from her the very next day saying she would like to talk, and she left her regular email for me to contact her with. We chatted for a couple of weeks before we started an online dom/sub relationship.

Today was the day we were finally going to meet in person. I was a little nervous about meeting her for the first time, but I already new she found me attractive since we had exchanged several pictures online. I’m so GQ model, but I’m not bad for a 29 year old at 5’9” 160lbs with short brown hair and brown eyes. I’m also well endowed with a thick 8 inch cock. Amanda only lived about 20 minutes away from me we had agreed to meet in a public place for safety reasons, so I was going to meet her at the library in her city. I finished getting dressed and was on my way.

The 20 minute drive seemed at once to take forever and only last for a second. Before I knew it I was pulling into the library parking lot and looking for a place to park. Since it was only 11 o’clock on a Saturday morning it wasn’t that hard to find an open space. I new what kind of car Amanda drove and I found a spot next to the car that I thought was hers. I took a deep breath to steady myself then I got out of my car and walked to the library entrance. I looked around as I walked through the doors, Amanda had told me where she’d be waiting for me. She had said she would wait for me in the reading area on the second floor. I found the stairs right away and headed up to the second floor. Once I was on the second floor in only took me a few minutes to find the reading area And there she was wearing a pair of jeans and t-shirt, as soon as I saw her our eyes met and it was like electricity ran through my body. We both smiled and Amanda turned her head a little blushing furiously. As I walked over to where she was sitting Amanda got to her feet. I immediately hugged and kissed her. 

“So my pet, am I all that you thought I’d be?” I asked her with a grin on my face.

“Everything and more so far Daniel sir.” Amanda replied. 

“How about we go someplace where we can talk?” I asked.

“Nu uh.” She replied.

“Nu uh?” I said looking at her a little confused.

“Nope.” Amanda replied.

“Then what would you like to do?” I asked.

Amanda blushed again and looked down at her feet. 

“Ahhh, I see. Well you know I’ll have to inspect you to see if you are prepared for me?” I said.

“Yes Sir.” She replied.

“Very well. Take me some place where we will have a little privacy.” I told her.

“Yes Sir. Follow me Daniel sir.” She said taking my hand and leading me towards an obviously rarely used section of the library. When we got to where Amanda was leading me I looked around and saw that no one would be able to see anything we did unless they stumbled into us. 

“Are you wearing a bra my pet?” I asked. It was clear to anyone who looked that Amanda wasn’t wearing a bra, but I asked anyways. 

“No Sir.” She replied with her head lowered in submission.

“Show me.” I commanded. 

Amanda grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt and raised it over her large breasts. And held it there.

“Is your pussy shaved?” I asked.

“Yes Sir.” Amanda replied.

“Are you wearing any panties?” I asked.

“No Sir” Amanda answer her head still had yet to rise from its submissive posture.

“Show me.” I again commanded.

“Yes Sir.” Amanda replied and her blushed deeper she hesitantly unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans and pulled her jeans open. 

“I still can’t see very well. Lower your jeans to the floor.” I ordered.

Amanda looked up at me for a brief second with wide eyes, and then quickly lowered her head once again. “Yes Sir.” She said before she hesitantly lowered her jeans down her legs, past her thighs, she bent at the waist as she lowered them past her knees before they finally gathered around her ankles. When she straightened up again she pulled her t-shirt back above her breasts since it had fell back to her waist while she was unfastening and lowering her jeans. Amanda stood before me effectively naked. Her large breasts, shaved pussy and ass were fully exposed for anyone to see should they walk into the area where we were standing. 

“Very good my pet. You may cover yourself now.” I told her.

“Yes Sir. Thank you Sir.” Amanda replied as she bent to pull her pants up.

“Hold on. Stop right there.” I said, and Amanda stopped with her jeans at her knees. “I want to check something.” I told her as I reached behind her still bent over form and rubbed my hand over her pussy and it came away wet. “Just as I thought.” I said with a smile, “You can finish pulling your pants up my pet.” Amanda quickly pulled her pants up to her waist and fastened them up as quickly as she could then turned to look at me waiting for my next command. “I think you know what I’d like now. Don’t you?”

“Yes Sir.” Amanda replied with a naughty smile as she got down on her knees she reached up to my waist and opened my jeans. In a matter of seconds she had my semi-hard dick free. With a quick look up at me wordlessly asking permission to continue, I nodded and she leaned forward and licked the head of my cock tasting me for the first time. “Mmmm.” She moaned around my rapidly hardening cock as she took it into her mouth. Amanda proceeded to give me one of the best blowjobs I have ever had. It was like her tongue and mouth were magic. I have a hard time cumming from oral sex by itself, but I could feel myself getting closer and closer to that point, and not wanting to rush things I said, “That’ll do for now my pet.” Amanda reluctantly released my now iron hard cock and returned it with some difficulty to my pants. “Did you enjoy that my pet?” I asked her.

“Yes Daniel sir. Very much Daniel sir.” Amanda replied almost beaming.

“Good.” I said with a smile. “I think you deserve some type of reward for giving me such a good blowjob. Do you have any suggestions?” 

“Um, well Sir you know I haven’t been eaten out in a long time Sir and, it would be really be nice if you could eat me out Sir.” Amanda replied. 

“Hmmm, that sounds fair. Put your back up against the book shelf and pull your pants down to your knees.” I said. Amanda did as she was told as she leaned back against the bookshelf she spread her legs as wide as she could within the confines of her jeans. Knowing that someone could walk back here at any second I knew there wasn’t much time for foreplay so I put my hands on her ass and got down on one knees, then I leaned forward and swiped my tongue over her pussy slowly.

“Ughhhh.” Amanda moaned softly as my tongue trailed the length of her pussy. I licked back down her slit and push my tongue deep inside her hot wet hole and wiggled it around inside her. I traced her folds with the tip of my tongue, then pushed my tongue as deep inside her as I could manage. When my tongue was stretched as far as I could get it and I was as deep inside her as I could go I curled the tip and let her juices gather on the end of my tongue and then pulled them back into my mouth. Amanda tasted so sweet it was almost like candy to me. I moved my tongue upwards and went to work on her clit. I flicked my tongue up and down over her clit a few times, then side to side for a few seconds. Then I made circles to the left a few times, then circles to the right. Amanda was writing against the bookshelf as I devoured her treasure, biting her lip in an effort to keep from screaming out or even moaning too loudly. I knew I’d have to finish her off quickly or she’d lose control and cry out. I took her clit in my mouth and suck it in and out like I was giving it a blowjob before finally sucking it hard in to my mouth and lashing it with my tongue in every direction. Amanda writhed, and squirmed under my assault, she was letting out soft whimpering sounds as she came. I looked up into the flushed face of a very breathless Amanda. I smiled and asked, “Are you ready to go back to my place Amanda?” I asked.

“Yes Sir. Very much so Sir.” Amanda replied. 

I smiled and gave a small chuckle at her eagerness before I said, “Alright then, pull up your pants and lets get going then. I think I parked next to your car so you can just follow me back to my house.” As Amanda redressed her self and tried to compose herself I used the bottom of my t-shirt to wipe my face of her juices. When Amanda saw the large wet spot on the bottom of my shirt she smiled and blushed a deep red. I just smiled as I took her hand and lead her to the exit. Amanda smiled and seemed almost giddy with excitement as we walked to the parking lot. I was right I had parked right next to her. We got into our respective cars and Amanda followed me home with anticipating the fun and adventures to come.

To be continued in Part 2.



Amanda



I started the story of how I shared my husband with my daughter Lily. I have another daughter named Amanda. She and Lily are almost like twins -- in spirit, anyway -- even though they are almost four years apart in age. I knew that opening the door for Lily meant letting Mandy in, too. Things went well with Lily and Amanda needed the instruction, too. I'll let Chuck tell Mandy's story... 

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Lily's breakup from Chris was hard. He was pretty pissed when he found out she'd gone to bed with me. The little shit came over and stormed into the house wanting to kick my ass. I managed to talk him out of it, with Candy's help. He'd known her a lot longer than he had known me. She was almost like another mother for him.

He ended up sitting on the couch crying and blubbering about how much he loved Lily and tried to do his best for her. Candy told him she thought he ought to have a long talk with me about sexual technique, but he didn't want any of that. I guess it had been quite a blow to his ego when Lily told him he was a lousy lay. Who wouldn't be hit hard by that?

Anyway, he finally accepted the acts of life and let her go. They had been living together and she left him the apartment. She did move in with her mother and me. It wasn't quite like having two wives, though Lily and I got together again while she lived with us. She learned to take a cock up her ass and love it. For a month or so none of us wore much around the house. Candy would come home to find us in bed or in the shower or just sitting around recovering.

One night Candy asked her to get in bed with the two of us. That was a long time fantasy of mine, but they were mother and daughter, so nothing happened between them. It put a crimp into my fantasy, but it was still pretty hot having Candy cheering me on while I pounded her daughter's pussy full of dick.

Lily eventually found another boyfriend -- one who could spend the time and effort to satisfy her. I thought it was significant that he was nearer her mom's age than Lily's. Older men have had time to learn, even if they aren't so quick to recover after one round.

Amanda had been away at college during all this time. She had been aware of things, however. The girls told each other everything, as Candy had said. When I talked to Amanda she asked me if I was going to teach her, too. I told her it was up to her, but I'd be happy to have her. The last time we spoke before she came home for Christmas, she told me she couldn't wait to get home. "The boys here are all pretty geeky, Chuck. I haven't been laid since I got here. Nobody has really turned me on enough."

I told her I couldn't wait to see her, too. "I need one of your back rubs," I told her. We had a habit of trading back rubs. She was pretty good at it, too.

"Oh, you're going to get rubbed, all right," she said. "I might even get around to your back." Then she laughed. She was still laughing when we hung up the phone.

Mandy came home on a flight on a Tuesday evening. I had a meeting so I couldn't be there to pick her up. My three women were waiting for me when I rolled in about 9 PM. I raised an eyebrow when I saw that even Mandy was drinking wine, right along with her mom and sister. I bestowed kisses on all of them. Candy got the first one (full force), then Lily, who pulled my head to her for the same, tongue and all.

When I leaned down to kiss Mandy, she kissed my cheek and I did the same. Lily and Candy razzed her, though, so she too laid a big wet one on me. I rubbed her shoulder as I let my tongue get sucked hard by my youngest stepdaughter. By the time we broke it off, my hand was squeezing one of her generous ass cheeks. She was blushing bright red and we all laughed.

We had a great dinner and Lily left. Candy went upstairs for a bath, leaving Mandy and me alone. She snuggled up to me and slipped her hand into my shirt. "I've always wanted to run my fingers through all this hair on your chest, Chuck," she said.

"You could have done that any time, Sweetie. There's no taboo on that."

"Well, I just thought it would be too... sexual, I guess."

"It is intimate, but it isn't sexual."

"Speaking of sex," she said, and she cleared her throat. "I want to talk to you. I am as horny as I've ever been. I've heard all about you and Lily. I mean she told me ALL about it, even the anal stuff. I don't think I want to try that. It sounds sexy and nasty, but I'm scared of it."

"I told you on the phone that it's all up to you. I mean that. I tipped her face up to mine and kissed her gently on the lips. I looked at her and kissed her again. This time I let my tongue slip out to caress her lips. She shivered and the third kiss included her open mouth and our tongues tangling together. I slid my hand up to one of her large breasts. She's overweight, like her mother. But she has the solidity of her youth to go along with it. She's what is described as Zaftig in German. She's voluptuous and solid. She sighed into my mouth when I held her tit and massaged it.

We broke the kiss and she asked me if I wanted my back rub. I nodded and pulled my shirt off. "Wait," she said. "Why don't you go get into your robe first." I said okay to that. I was tired of wearing my pants anyway.

When I returned to the living room, she was gone. Candy came down wrapped in a towel, all damp and steamy from her bath. "Mandy said to send you up in about five minutes," she said. "She said she is going to rub your... uh... back." Her eyes were shining with a nasty light. "I think she wants you to rub her some place too, Stepdaddy." She grabbed my cock through my robe. "Be gentle with her, Honey. She isn't as experienced as Lily was, even before you took care of her."

"Oh, you can count on that, Sweetheart. I really just thought I was getting a back rub."

"Sure, you did," she said and slapped my ass as she passed by on her way into the bedroom. "Well, I guess I'm on my own tonight. If you want me, I'll just be in bed with Buzzer," she added. 'Buzzer' is her name for her blue vibrator. I watched her ass sway back and forth as she walked off. I mounted the stairs, figuring it must have been five minutes by then.

My cock was taking on its heavy size and shape in anticipation as I topped the stairs and turned the corner into Mandy's room. My hands in the pockets of the robe were restraining it. I shouldered the door open and stopped just inside the room. The curtains were drawn closed and the room was lit with the soft glow of candles. A soft instrumental music was coming from Mandy's waist-high speakers. I could hear the water running in the bathroom. "Romance is in the air," I thought.

Mandy poked her head around the door frame of the bathroom and smiled. "Just slip out of your robe and lay down on the bed. I'll be there in a second. Oh: close your eyes and don't open them until I say you can." The instructions were delivered in a voice that brooked no objection, so I happily complied.

The covers were thrown back so I dropped my robe onto the desk chair and I climbed onto the bed. The air was a bit cool, so I pulled the sheet up to cover my nudity. Mandy had seen me naked while she lived with Candy and me, but she had always made disparaging comments about it. I always felt it was more for the sake of being "a kid" than serious objection.

As for me seeing Mandy unclothed, I hadn't. A couple of mornings when I went up to waken her for school her tits were uncovered, but I had flipped the blanket over them before waking her to save her the embarrassment.

I was relaxing with my eyes closed when I heard her enter the room. I was expecting a back rub -- at least at first -- so I was lying on my belly. My dick had relaxed as well. I felt the bed shift when she got onto it. She brought her lips to my cheek and kissed me softly, asking if I was awake. I smiled and told her I couldn't have slept for the anticipation. She giggled and pulled the sheet to my waist, leaving my ass covered discreetly.

She straddled my thighs and began to rub my back. It was the first time she had sat on me like that for a back rub. Usually our mutual massages took place on the couch downstairs with the "rubber" sitting beside or behind the "rubbee". It was comfortable feeling the heat of her crotch on my ass. I relaxed as she kneaded my back. Candy rubs my back, but she doesn't have the skill her daughter does. Mandy really gets down and into the tight muscles.

She worked her way from my shoulders to my waist. I was thoroughly relaxed. Then she scooted back a bit and pulled the sheet down, uncovering my ass and thighs. It was new territory for us. Her strong hands kneaded my cheeks and it felt wonderful. She had lifted her weight off me, so I spread my legs a bit for comfort. She moved one leg inside mine so that she was straddling only one leg. When she relaxed and let herself sit on my leg I felt her heat directly. I also felt her moisture on the back of my knee. My dick began to resume its climb to attention.

She finally tired of the massage. She got off of me and knelt next to me. I had been ready to move on for several minutes already when she quit. "Okay," she said, "you can open your eyes." I did. Then I rolled over onto my side. Her big tits sat high and proud on her nineteen year old chest. Her thick thighs were pressed together, ending at a hairless bulge of lower belly. Around her middle was a fetching roll of fat and she was looking at me with apprehension. I knew she was self-conscious about her weight. My eyes roamed over her body, taking in all her young charms. I smiled at her and reached out to her. She leaned into my arm and came willingly when I pulled her down beside me.

On her back, she continued to watch my eyes for the expected flicker of criticism or disgust. She never saw it because it was never there. She was lovely, especially naked. At least she was to me. I loved her, so the fact that she was overweight didn't carry any meaning for me. She was just my Mandy, even though I'd never seriously considered her in the lustful way I was doing right then. She smiled when I lowered my lips to hers and told her she was beautiful. My hands slid lightly over her torso, stopping briefly at her nipple for attention before traveling down to the swell of her waist.

After kissing her lips thoroughly, I let my lips follow my hand. She began to gasp when I sucked first her left, then her right nipple into my mouth and bathed them with my tongue. I had to use one hand to support myself, so my manual exploration was done with only one hand. I don't think she felt slighted by that. Her hand found its way to the back of my head at times, pressing me tightly to her for emphasis.

As my lips worked their way over the swelling belly rolls (I made sure to run my tongue along her creases -- adding little nibbles here and there -- to let her know I loved those as well), she spread her legs. Her aroma hit my nose then. It was strong and delicious to my senses. It had been common family knowledge that Amanda had a strong body scent ("She reeks!" was how her mother put it to me privately.). This was the first time I had smelled her, however. Mandy's 'reek' was perfume to my nose. I couldn't wait to taste her!

I skipped her pussy with my hand and caressed her thighs and knees. My tongue drilled into her navel and she giggled, raising her knees a bit. That motion wafted her scent even more liberally into the air. My mouth watered. It was time to reposition. I moved down so that I was on my knees between her legs. I took an ankle in each hand and smiled at her. Knowing how ticklish she is, I was careful, but I wanted to do it. I brought one of her feet to my lips and kissed the top of it. She inhaled sharply, expecting to be tickled.

The kiss on top of her foot didn't tickle her, however. I pressed my lips to her instep and she let her breath out in a sigh. I was careful not to breathe on her because I knew that would touch off her reaction. I never let my lips leave her skin as I slid them down to her toes. I opened my mouth and sucked in her big toe. She jerked, but her eyes opened wide when she realized it wasn't tickling. Her lips curled into a nasty grin when she realized that she felt my sucking in her pussy. In fact, she slipped a hand down to rub herself as I continued to suck and lick her toe.

I removed that foot from my face and replaced it with the other one. I went directly to her toes. After sucking the large one, I took in three more. She has small feet so it was no problem. When I licked down between her toes she shuddered and I saw her fingers plunge deep into her steamy cunt. Her eyes were closed tight and she groaned in pleasure. I popped her toes out of my mouth with a wet slurping sound. Her eyes opened and I moved forward.

She removed her hand from her crotch and I pushed my cock head against her slit. She was hot! I slid it up and down against her. I knew she was ready to be fucked, but I had a few other things to do first. I held her legs spread up high as I rubbed against her. Our eyes were locked while I did that. I watched her gaze sharpen with her lust.

When I moved back, she gave a disappointed sigh. "Aren't you going to fuck me?" she whined.

"Of course I am, Honey. But I want to taste you first." I explained. She was more than willing to wait for that. She pulled her ankles from my grasp and raised her knees to her breasts, opening herself fully for me. I dropped down and inhaled deeply of her scent. She was so sexily aromatic! I smelled her for a few seconds, blowing lightly across her wet folds as I exhaled. I licked at her and couldn't hold back any longer. I'm only so strong. I delved into her wetness with my tongue. I slurped and sucked. I licked and nibbled at her, reveling in her taste and scent. She groaned and moaned. I sucked her clit in between my lips and shook my head from side to side. She came then for the first time. She shrieked and I imagined her mother listening downstairs. I plunged my tongue as deep as it would go into her and she pushed up against my face.

I had forgotten what she had said about not wanting her ass included in our play. I slipped a finger into her tight cunt and wriggled it around. Then I pulled it out and ran it down and around her wrinkled asshole. She went wild! Apparently she had forgotten her objection to that, too. I sucked hard on her labia and got my finger wet again. That time when I brought it to her ass, I pushed in a short way. She flopped her legs out to the sides and groaned, "Oh, yes! Oh, God that's so nasty! Put your finger in my ass, Chuck!"

She was going wild and I was more than happy to oblige her. I again lubricated my finger and this time pushed it in up to the middle knuckle. Her cunt responded with an actual squirt of her juices! I drank them down greedily and wiggled my finger in her rectum. I was so turned on by her excitement that I could wait no longer. I moved up and plunged my cock into her in one thrust right up to my balls. My lips latched onto a nipple and I bit down. She writhed under me and her voice tried to form words in vain. She was in the throes of a continuous orgasm from the time I shoved my finger into her ass until I finally reached my own orgasm deep inside her narrow cunt. I had never seen a woman do that before.

When I came and my motions slowed, her legs flopped out to the sides and her arms collapsed with them. Her eyes were closed. I spoke her name, but there was no response. At first I thought she had passed out, but then I realized she was only asleep! Women talk about men doing that, but Mandy was the first woman I'd ever been with that did it. I chuckled and pulled my soggy dick from her pussy. I rolled to my side and waited. She was deeply asleep. I covered her up, grabbed my robe and went down the stairs.


In our bedroom, Candy was flipping through the channels. Buzzer was resting on a towel next to her. She grinned at me. "That sounded like it was fun! I almost went up to make sure you weren't hurting her."

I laughed and told her about Mandy's immediate nap. She laughed too. "She must get that from her dad. He always went right to sleep after he came."

I told her I was going to shower. She surprised me then. "Come here first," she said. I approached the side of the bed and she rolled over to take my soft cock fully into her mouth. Watching her clean my come and her daughter's pussy juice from me turned me on more than even Mandy's young body had. I got hard again in a few seconds. I pushed her back and never released my hold on her as I mounted her. She was still juicy from her masturbation. I shoved my cock into her and lifted her legs over my shoulders. I fucked my wife hard then. It apparently was something we both needed badly. She wailed as she came. I stuck a finger up her ass and she wailed and came some more. I pummeled her until the sweat was pouring off me. I felt my orgasm rising up inside me and jammed deep into her for its release.

We collapsed in a heap on the sweaty sheets. I kissed her and told her how much I loved her. We just stayed there making out until we heard footsteps on the stairs. When I heard the shower start, I suggested we go and join Mandy.

I stuck my head around the corner of the shower. When I built the house, I made sure it had a large shower. There was no tub there, just a large shower room. There was room for four people comfortably, though the single shower head was made for no more than two. "Want some company?" I asked my stepdaughter.

"Sure. We can wash each other's back -- and front." She smiled.

She was surprised when her mother followed me into the room, but she took it in stride. Maybe the fact that she had just had sex with me made her more comfortable. She was certainly comfortable, because she took my cock in her hand and washed it thoroughly, right in front of her mom. Candy smiled at me privately and made a comment that she had raised her daughters properly.

Candy washed Mandy's back while I lathered up her tits and crotch. I kissed Mandy and she kissed me back while we got her clean. Her mother tolerated it only so long, however. I heard a sharp slap and Mandy jerked and squeaked when her mom swatted her wet ass. "That's enough of that for now, young lady!" she scolded.

"Aw, Ma!" Mandy played right back at her. "We was just kissin'" She used her best redneck "family sex" imitation. It was more hilarious to us then than it really is. We all got dried off and went out to the living room. The phone rang and it was Lily calling Mandy.

She took the portable phone into the other room while she talked. I wished I could eavesdrop on their conversation, but there was no way I could. Candy and I sat on the towels on the couch and she looked at me. I looked back and she smiled. I was supremely happy and more than satisfied.

Christmas break passed quickly. Mandy went back to school with a well fucked pussy and her belly full of my come. She had given me a morning blow job that topped any that either her mother or her sister had ever given me. She was going to make some man a very happy husband one day. Over the days of her break, we fucked like bunnies. Candy was more than gracious about it, though she still got her share as well. Mandy learned that assholes are as sensitive and erotic as any other place. She even decided she likes licking a male ass. That was something her sister never did, though Lily did get as far as sliding a finger into me while she sucked my cock.

Candy looped her arm in mine and we walked alone down the concourse and out to the parking lot. "Are you going to be satisfied with just me for sex?" she asked. She had asked the same question when Lily had moved out.

"Of course I am," I reassured her. "You're the original model, after all. Lily and Mandy are just copies." The truth was that both daughters had improved on the original, but Candy still was my love. I loved her daughters, but I was -- and still am -- IN love with the mother.




Amanda



All this happened more than ten years ago. Candy and I are proud grandparents now, both girls having married and produced daughters of their own. We still live in the Great Northwest, while both Lily and Amanda live in Florida.



Amanda



There comes a time in your life when you really begin to take a step back and look at what you've accomplished. For me this happened when I was 36 years old. My life had been going well. Much better now than it had begun. I had a good job and ran a computer security business on the side, which brought in a fair amount of money. I had a great family. My wife was 40 and still hot but unfortunately sex between us was nearly non-existent. I went one period for a year without it. I still feel young and have a strong sex drive, but she suffers from depression among other things and sex isn't usually on her mind. I have an 18-year-old stepdaughter named Casey. I've been with her since she was 4 and even though her biological father is active in her life, I still feel like she is my girl. A man can't help but notice when his daughter begins to transform into a woman. Casey had developed very firm breasts and her body had become curvaceous, soft and feminine, a far cry from the boyish figure she had growing up. The nice thing about having a daughter this age is the she will have friends! And Casey had a slew of some of the hottest friends I've ever seen. 

At 36 I still look young, work out a lot, eat right, practice martial arts, etc. I'm built better than most men half my age. Some of her friends flirted with me and this is normal for women this age. They're testing out their ability to turn men on whether they know it or not. My daughter had one friend in particular that I was enamored with. Her name was Amanda. She was older than Casey and at the time of this writing was just getting ready to turn 19. I had known her since she was 6. We are good friends with her parents. I can remember when she was a toothless, clumsy 7 year old. At this time though Amanda is a completely transformed girl. She is about 5' 6", maybe 135lbs, long dark hair, dark skin and absolutely drop dead gorgeous. She has a body that nearly all men wish they could lay their hands on just once. She is so hot in fact that no guys will ask her out for fear of rejection and fear that their friends will look at them differently.

Amanda comes to our house quite often and swims in the pool. I'm not afraid to admit that I have watched as she sunbathed from the privacy of my bedroom all the while jerking myself off and imagining that I was cumming on her instead of on myself. Amanda knew she did it for me too because from time to time she would spread her legs just enough that I could get a peak or raise up quickly when sunbathing so I would see a little nipple. She never did this with anyone else. Still at this time, I didn't think it was anything more than me just being a pervert and desperately wanting to feel great sex again since she was so young. But, like Casey, I felt as if I needed to be her father as well. Besides she confided in me and looked at me as her second dad. I just wish she weren't so good looking. Oh well, on with the story.

Both Casey and Amanda play volleyball on a competitive women's league and sometimes I go watch and drive them home afterward since they are usually very tired. One afternoon they played a game 50 miles from home and I went and watched the game. There probably aren't any hotter women than volleyball players. It was great. I went out to pull the car around before the game was over. I sat in the parking lot waiting for them to come out. It wasn't long before I saw Casey come out, sweaty from the game but bobbing around with her usual boundless energy. Amanda brought up the rear. She was still in her volleyball uniform and her shorts were so tight they hugged her like paint. Let's just say her camel toe was very prominent and her rock hard, dark, smooth legs were almost too much to bear.

"I have to drive 50 miles with this?" I thought to myself. "Man am I lucky tonight?"

Amanda looked kind of sad and distant though, not as energetic as Casey. Both girls entered the car.

"Hi Dad!" said Casey. "We kicked their ass today."

"Yes you did, baby. You guys did great!" I replied.

"Hi Amanda." I said as I turned around to look in the back seat.

"Hi Greg." She said. I could tell she wasn't really sad but there was something on her mind.

"Tough time in the game?"

"No, just feeling a little tired."

I could tell however there was something else bothering her. I was going to say something but then Casey jumped in. 

"Can we get something to eat?" She said.

"Sure, we'll stop on the way."

We stopped and had dinner about halfway home. I sat across from Amanda and I swear she was getting more beautiful by the day. She had taken a shower at the gym and had put on a little make up during the drive. I found this odd because I never had known her to wear any makeup, and her toenails were painted. I couldn't help but question her a little.

"Going out tonight?" I said.

"No."

"Why would you be putting on makeup?" I continued.

An almost indiscernible grin crossed her lips as she thought about what to say.

"I just bought some new stuff and wanted to see what it looked like. Do you like it?"

I couldn't believe she asked me this and I couldn't think of what to say at all. So I just put together a real quick sentence. 

"Yes, of course. You're a very cute girl and the makeup looks great on you." I fumbled a little. 

"Thanks." She said still grinning a little deviously now.

"Oh, Dad I want you to drop me off at home before you take Amanda home if you don't care. I need to get to sleep early tonight, I've got to go help with conditioning in the morning." Casey said. 

I looked at my watch and saw the time was already going on 7 and night was falling. It didn't even register to me at the time that I would be taking Amanda home alone and she lived 10 miles from us. Would I be able to control myself with her? I was pretty horny and looking at her wasn't helping. A dad's gotta do what a dad's gotta do though. We paid the check and left.

I had Casey to the house by 7:45. She leaned over and gave me a kiss and said good night. As she got out Amanda got out of the back seat and into the front. I had not expected this since she had never done this before even with others in the car, but then again I had never been alone with her. Casey darted up the walk and disappeared into the house. I caught myself looking hypnotically at Amanda's legs and where her smooth thigh disappeared under her tight spandex shorts.

"Greg." She said. "Are you ok?"

"Yes I'm fine, just tired I guess. We should get you home before your parents get worried."

"Don't worry about that." She said. "They're out of town."

"Oh, ok. I didn't know that." I said as we drove away.

"I hear you're moving out soon."

"Yes, and I can't wait. I'm getting my own apartment over by the gym. It's gonna be great."

"Well that's good." I said.

Amanda didn't seem quite as excited about this, as she should have been. When I got my first place I was ecstatic. There was still something on her mind. She was just a little distant and not the typical Amanda.

The first part of the drive was very quiet. Now and again I would look down to see Amanda pulling at her tight shorts or massaging her thighs and of course wishing I was the one doing that for her. After a few minutes she spoke.

"Greg, can I ask you something?" 

I knew something had been bothering her and now the dad in me began to kick in.

"Sure. Ask away."

"Well I'm not real sure how to put this." She continued and I could tell she was tearing up just a little.

"Is everything ok?" I said. 

"Yes, I'm fine, but I have this problem and I feel like I need to talk to a man about it because none of the girls can seem to answer me honestly and I feel like they are a little jealous of me and I don't know why."

I really wasn't sure where she was going with this but I gave her the go ahead to continue.

"You know you can always talk to me."

"I know and that's why I need to ask you this. Greg, why do you think that no guys will date me?"

"I'm not sure I understand. I thought you had a boyfriend."

"No I never really had one. I just told everyone that I did."

"Well Mandy I'm not sure. Sometimes it's just difficult for boys. You're a very beautiful young woman and that scares some guys."

"You mean they're afraid of me?"

"I mean they're afraid of rejection and they figure that you're just unreachable."

She looked at me for a minute.

"Greg, do you think I'm pretty?" She asked.

Now it was getting a little uncomfortable and I was having a very difficult time trying to figure out what to say.

"I think you're...hmm..great. I already said you're a very beautiful young woman."

"Why did you clear your throat?" she asked.

"I just had a tickle in there."

She was getting teary eyed again.

"Greg, I need you to tell me the truth. Do you think I'm pretty?" 

When she asked it this time it sounded more like a wife asking her husband if she was pretty and I realized that Amanda didn't want a parents answer to this question since a parent will always say yes. She wanted a man's answer. I decided to play along and poke at her just a little to see how far this would go.

"You know Mandy you're really putting me on the spot now. I already told you that I thought you were beautiful and now I'm having a real difficult time understanding why you would care what I think. I'm twice your age for Christ sake!"

I think this line of talk and my ploy worked because what she said next was just what I expected. 

"I know that men, whatever their age, are still able to tell if a girl is pretty even if they're afraid to admit it. And the age of the girl shouldn't really matter either, as long as they're legal and I am. So what if you're twice my age. You do have the eyes of a man, don't you? Now please tell me if you think I'm pretty."

She was becoming a little demanding. Something inside me just snapped and I blurted out what I had been thinking this entire time.

"Amanda, I think you're one of the fucking hottest girls I've ever seen in my whole life!" 

She snapped back just a little surprised at my cursing. Her mouth was a little open and she was at a loss for words so I filled in.

"I'm sorry about that. What I meant to say was that no guy in his right mind would ever tell you no but a guy goes for a sure thing and like I said before I can see why a guy would be a little scared about you rejecting him. It would be a huge blow to his ego. They consider you unreachable and way above them because you're smokin' hot. I can tell you this though if I were closer to your age I would have you and I can promise you that."

The look on her faced changed from one of surprise to one of unsteady playfulness.

"What would stop you from having me now?" She said softly.

I thought I was dreaming. I honestly thought I was off somewhere in la la land and any minute the alarm would go off and I would have to go to work. This little hottie that I had been jerking off to is now asking me what would stop me from dating her or fucking her? I had to direct my questions in the appropriate manner.

"What would stop me?" I said, acting surprised. "You're like my own daughter and don't you know that fucking your own daughter is illegal. Plus I still look at you as being 12 or 13 not the woman you've become."

She reached over, grabbed my hand and placed it on her upper thigh. 

"You're under arrest." She said. 

I took a sharp intake of breath and couldn't believe she had done that. I jerked my hand away. I was trying to resist.

"Don't do that Mandy. I'm serious. I could get into real trouble with my family, YOUR family, Jesus Christ! People would call me a pervert."

"I'm not talking about you being my boyfriend Greg. You're married. I'm talking about you having me. You said it yourself. If you were my age you would have me. In guy lingo doesn't the word 'had' or 'have' mean to fuck? You know, like the big jock at school says 'Yeah, I had her'. Do you ever think about what it might be like? Touching me, holding me, kissing me, fucking me."

She smiled now.

"Well yes having someone can mean having had sex with them but not always." I started to respond to the second part of her question but she cut me off.

"Oh, it does mean that." She said. "I'm not that stupid. Why would my age stop you? That's a real cop out. I'm 19 for God's sake, well almost. Besides if you ever did want me you could have me and no one would ever know about it as long as I didn't get pregnant because I'm not on the pill. I wouldn't ever tell anyone. It would be our little secret."

"You wouldn't get pregnant because I'm sterile. I had a vasectomy years ago."

"You didn't finish answering my question. Do you ever think about fucking me?"

"Honestly. Yes I have."

What the fuck was I saying. Moreover what was I letting her do? Basically at this point I'm fucking her tonight and I know it and she set it all up, not me. One minute we're barely talking and 5 minutes later she's hitting on me. We were turning in the driveway to her house and she said, "Vasectomy huh? Well if we did anything I guess I wouldn't have to be worried the whole time."

She looked into my eyes as we stopped the car. She reached into the back and grabbed her satchel. I put the car in reverse ready to tell her goodbye. She reached for the gearshift and put it in park, shut off the ignition and took the keys. At this point I knew I had her, but how was I going to explain my tardiness to Casey. My wife was working the late shift and wouldn't be home until 9 in the morning. Amanda looked at me. "Don't you want to stay?" She said. 

"Yes, but, I'm worried about Casey."

"Don't worry about her. The only reason she wanted you to take me home was so she could get Todd in the house. She's probably fucking him right now. She won't know anything."

We got out of the car and went into the house. She threw her bag down on the couch and walked over to me. I towered over her by several inches. She was so small compared to me. She reached out and touched my chest.

"I can't tell you how much I've wanted you. I've wanted you since I was too young and barely knew what sex was. I know you used to jerk off watching me in your pool. It turned me on. I always promised myself that when I was ready to lose my virginity it was going to be to you and I want you."

"You mean you've never had sex?" I said.

"Of course not."

"But all the sultry talk and everything. Where did you learn to talk like that?"

"You can learn anything from TV and the internet today. Now where do you want to start and how do we do this? I feel just a little awkward."

"That's OK. I can help with that."

At that point the coherent dialogue stopped. She still had her hand on my chest and I decided that now is the time for the kill even though I still thought I was dreaming. I reached down and took her cheek in my hand and pulled her to me. I began kissing her gently. She reciprocated but did so in a way that surprised me. She began very hungrily probing my mouth with her tongue. I pulled away and she was panting. I told her to slow down just a bit. I mean my cock was already rock hard and I didn't want this to go too quickly. 

We kissed passionately and deeply for a very long time. She ran her hands through my hair and I did likewise. We soon moved to the daybed in the den. I picked her up. She was so small and light. I sat her on the bed with her gorgeous legs hanging over the side. I slipped my shirt off and knelt down between her legs facing her. I moved in close and she touched my chest and began to caress my nipples and run her fingers through the fine hair on my chest. She reached out with her bare feet and grabbed me just above my ass and pulled me closer. I felt her velvety smooth calves on my hips. We kissed again and she started kissing down the length of my chest. This time I could tell she was a little inexperienced but I didn't care. I could show her how to do it. She kissed and licked my nipples.

My cock was hard as granite and was throbbing. She was really turning me on. I pulled her head away from my chest and slipped off her tank top. I began gently nibbling on her neck. I ran my hand up her beautiful thigh and felt her skin erupt in goose bumps as I lapped at her neck. She was breathing harder and faster and was moaning softly while digging her nails into my back. I reached back and in one motion unsnapped and removed her bra. Her tits were perfect. They were just hand sized and very firm and her dark nipples stood long and erect. I made my way there as she watched intently to see what I would do.

I went for her left nipple like a hungry baby, biting and sucking with all my might. She gasped and moaned and bucked her hips in reaction to this. I made my way to her other tit and paid it some attention. She began to grind her pussy against me and I could feel how wet she was through her shorts. She pushed my head down her body. I kissed her tight flat belly and tongued her navel. At last I arrived at her crotch. I know she could feel my hot breath on her love box and she let out a sigh. Her tight volleyball shorts were soaked and I slid my hands just under the waistband and pulled them down slowly. She held her legs together as I slid the shorts over her feet. She didn't have any underwear on and I looked up at a very neatly trimmed dark bush. She started to spread her legs a little but I stopped her because I wanted to be in control of this one.

I kissed and licked each one of her legs from her feet all the way to her knees as she softly grunted in anticipation. Then I put my hands on her knees and eased her legs apart and paid the same attention to her thighs. I moved my way up her left inner thigh to the point where her leg joined her body. I moved over and looked at the most beautiful pussy I've ever seen. It was dripping wet and I was hungry for a drink. Her inner lips were very small but her clit was swollen and prominent.

"Do it." She said panting. "Please eat me."

I began in long licks starting at her little puckered asshole and moving all the way up to her clit. She shivered and moaned in delight at what I was doing. I settled in on her quite large clit and nibbled at it gently. At first she gasped and pulled away. I went at it again with less pressure. This time she ground her crotch against my face as I tried to get a finger in her. Her hymen was in fact intact and even getting a finger in her tight little box was hard but I got it. Soon she began shaking and moaning loudly. I could tell from experience she was about to come. I licked at her even harder.

"Just let it come baby." I said.

With that her entire body convulsed and she gasped and came all over my face and mouth. She moaned loudly and was short of breath. Hot liquid oozed from her honeypot as I continued to lick. She moaned in a way I haven't heard in a long time. This was a good indication that what I was doing was actually doing something for this girl. That's more than what I'm used to. Her young pussy tasted so good. I stopped and she sat up.

"I want to see your dick." She said.

I stood up. I had already removed my shirt and sandals. The only thing on was my shorts. My cock was about to burst out of them as I stood up in front of her. She looked kind of scared when she saw my still hidden erection but she pulled my shorts off quickly. She looked like a little girl who had just seen her first puppy dog. My cock was jutting out just in front of her face a few inches from her nose. I still didn't know how I was going to fit my manhood in her tight little hole but I would worry about that later. 

She reached her hand out grabbed my cock at the base. Her hand barely fit around it and she could have easily gotten 2 hands on the shaft. She began stroking it, looking up at me. It was a sure bet she had never touched a cock and I showed her how to do it. After a few strokes she moved her mouth closer to the head. She stopped stroking and put the head of my cock to her lips. I was oozing precum but she didn't seem to mind. She opened her mouth and gently put just the head inside her mouth. She began sucking like a baby but she needed some practice. I told her to wait and we would work on this later. Right now I wanted to fuck her. She agreed. 




Amanda



She laid down on the daybed and I crawled between her legs. She was breathing hard again and I could tell she was nervous. I moved gently up to where my cock was resting just on her inner lips. She was panting and grabbed my cock and rubbed it on her pussy at the same time wrapping those vise like legs around my waist. She was hungry to be fucked. I pushed forward just slightly. The head was now beginning to disappear between her lips and she began to whimper a little. I told her to relax and it would be over in a few seconds. I was right at her hymen and stayed there for a minute. I felt her lower body relax and took that as the signal to go in. I pushed forward quickly.

I buried my cock to the hilt, all the way to the bottom of her. She whimpered again but then started humming and moaning. I stayed motionless for a minute while her breathing returned to normal. To my surprise she started grinding her pussy against my cock, milking me like a cow. She was so damned tight and muscular. I started a real slow steady rhythm and she matched my every move. I pulled all the way out and then went back in deep very slowly. I knew I wouldn't last long with her bucking against me like this because she was so tight. I couldn't help but to quicken my pace as I felt my orgasm coming.

"Oh God Mandy, Jesus I'm cumming!" I moaned loudly.

She began moaning loudly too as I emptied a huge load of love juice deep inside her. I thought it would never stop coming and I could tell she could feel me filling her up.

"Oh, Greg, Oh God I cumming too. Oh please fuck me harder." She screamed.

I stroked her hard and fast and she came again, soaking my cock and balls while our juices drained from her onto the bed. We collapsed there together both breathing heavily and holding each other but not saying a word. I could still feel her pussy quivering and contracting from her recent orgasm.

After a few minutes I pulled my semi-soft cock out of her. 

"Oh, God Greg that was great." She said. "I knew it would be good but I never thought it could be that good!"

"That had to be one of the most exciting experiences of my life." I said.

"I'm glad." She replied. "There's plenty more where that came from. We have all night."

I felt my dick start to grow as she said this and she saw it too. She rolled me over onto my back and began kissing me and licking my chest and nipples. She drove me crazy. It wasn't long before her head was at my cock and she was hungrily flicking her tongue at my balls.

"Here, baby." I said. "Let's try this again."

I showed her exactly how to suck a man. She was a quick learner and in just a few minutes she was going to town. I let her know how good she was making me feel. It wasn't long and I felt another huge cum load ready to burst. 

"Mandy you're gonna make me cum again", I panted, "Do you want to swallow?"

"No I want to see it." She said.

She pulled her mouth off my cock and finished me off by stroking my shaft. A huge jet of cum spurted out and hit her right below her nose and then several more struck her face and my belly. She looked mesmerized that she was causing this and by my moans I was making her feel like a woman. She rubbed my cum on her face and licked her fingers.

"mmmmm." She said. "Next time I'm swallowing that stuff. You taste too good to waste."

I was starting to come down from my ecstasy and she was back on top of me. Grinding her pussy on my now soft cock. I had her sit on my face while I ate her. She came and came again as I licked voraciously at her snatch. My cock was hard again. 

We moved from the daybed to her bedroom. We fucked, sucked and ate pretty much all night. I made her a woman that night. She wanted to try every position and even wanted my cock in her ass. It was amazing.

When we awoke the next morning we fucked once more. This time it was gentle and sweet and she came with a sigh. 

It was time for me to go and I put on my clothes. She walked me to the door with nothing on but a little see through nightie. I could see her gorgeous body underneath and I was still having a hard time believing that I fucked that luscious girl.

"You know, my parents are out of town until next Wednesday." She said. "Maybe you should come over tonight and help me with my computer. I have had a sudden spyware attack that may take several hours to clean up plus I need a little tutoring. You wouldn't mind being my teacher would you Greg?"

I knew that she was giving me my excuse to get out of the house with Casey. 

"Yeah, I think you're right." I said. "A hard cock is the only cure for some of that malicious software." I winked at her. "And I would love to be your teacher. It might take a long time though."

"Nothing worth learning is fast and easy. See you at 8." She said with a wink.

"You can count on it." I replied.

I went to the car and drove away. I planned to go to the sex shop today to buy some toys to take over to Amanda's. After all if I'm going to be her teacher she needs to graduate with a masters degree, I laughed to myself.



Amanda



He sat at his computer in shock. 'How in the hell could someone write a story about fucking their own daughter?' he thought continuing to read and something came to him, his cock was harder than it had been in years. 'Damn!' he said looking down to his swollen member. 'You like this shit do you?' he laughed enjoying the feel of being so hard again. 

He hadn't had a good hard-on in five years and figured it was his age creeping up on him. But, after reading a few of the stories on the web site, he quickly realized his cock was fine and wanted something different. He thought of his daughter. 'I wonder if she'd fuck an old man?' he laughed thinking of her long brown hair and her cute, little eighteen-year-old ass. His cock got harder thinking of Amanda in their pool the day before. 'Damn!' he moaned reaching down to give it a hard squeeze. 'It'd be nice if we could get her to help with this,' he whispered thinking of the shy girl and her legs wrapped around his hips. 

'Daddy, it's time for dinner.' Amanda said tapping on the door, wondering why her father locked the door of his den. 'Come on, before it gets cold,' she added waiting for him to reply. 

'Okay, baby,' he yelled, hoping his cock would go down. It would be just a tad hard to explain to his daughter why his cock was so hard. 'Oh nothing really, I was just thinking of fucking some young girl,' he laughed to himself and figured what the hell. Amanda was always sitting on him, hugging him and wore some skimpy things around the house. If she did happen to notice, he'd just tell her that he needed to get laid. He saved the web site, put out his cigarette and walked to the door. 'Hi pretty girl,' he winked looking down to her large D cup breasts, his cock started to grow once again, and didn't care. It felt good. 

'What are you doing in there?' she teased in a motherly voice, noticing that he was smiling and something seemed different about him. 

He glanced at her breasts again, hoping that she wore her favorite nightshirt to bed later. He loved seeing her in small things and after reading that story, he was going to start enjoying looking at her. 'Nothing. Just paying a few bills. I must have locked the door on accident,' he smiled putting his arm around her and walked to the kitchen. 'So, what's for dinner?' he asked moving behind her rounded ass, pinning her between him and the stove. 

Amanda felt him against her and a warm rush quickly covered her body. She loved touching him anyway possible and he seemed so different today. 'I fixed you a thick steak and a salad,' she replied turning her head to smile and she felt it. Her Daddy's cock was as hard as a rock and it was pushing in the crack of her ass. 'Whatever you were doing in the den, please keep it up,' she thought enjoying his stiff cock pushing against her.

'A man couldn't ask for a better daughter,' he whispered in her ear, ran his arms around her as tight as he could, kissed her neck and was sure that Amanda moaned. 

'Thank you,' she purred savoring his cock on her ass and him hugging her so tightly, wondering what was going on. They hugged and kissed as father and daughter, but she'd never felt him hard until now. 

He pushed on her a little harder, flexed his cock and walked to sit at the table. 'How was your day?' he asked lighting a cigarette, hoping Amanda enjoyed him being hard, because from now on he didn't care. If he got hard while they were hugging or when she sat on his lap, he was going to enjoy it and hoped that just maybe she would too.

'It was okay,' she said thinking of his long, thick cock on her ass just a few moments ago and how magnificent it felt. She could only wonder if it was for her or someone else. She had a few dirty thoughts of him in the past, but it was always because of a friend talking about fucking him. 'How about yours?' she turned to see his dark eyes were looked on her tight blue, spandex shorts. 'God, he's checking out my ass!' she thought with a hint of excitement running through her young body, as she walked towards him with his dinner plate. 

'It was pretty good,' he smiled watching her full breasts swaying back and forth as she moved closer to him. 'So, what do you want to do tonight?' he asked watching her nipples growing right before his eyes and he realized he should look up to her pretty face. 

'I guess the same thing we do every night.' Amanda replied hoping that his cock would be as hard later on. She knew that she'd be wearing her small, white top and her tiny pair of blue, bikini panties for him. He was this hard today; he'd be just as hard when he saw her wearing that. 'A movie and then bed,' she added thinking of his cock nice and hard while they sat watching a movie hugging each other. 

'Sounds good to me,' he smiled giving her full breasts another look, seeing that her nipples were swollen. 'I like it when we watch movies together,' he said looking up into her pretty; green eyes and saw a little sparkle in them. 

'I do too,' she smiled seeing his eyes on her breasts, thinking of all the times they hugged and snuggled so close. So close in fact that people would think they were doing things together and they never did it when her friend Britney stayed the night. 'Two new ones came in the mail today. They both look very good to me.' Amanda said as she sat across from him, making sure not to block his view of her breasts.

'I ordered one that I wasn't sure of. It's some kind of old slasher movie from the late seventies,' he said remembering that it was rated 'R' and had lots of heavy sex scenes in it. 'They might be old, but I think their better than the shit they make now,' he added cutting a piece of his steak and put it in his mouth. 'Mmmm, damn girl!' he moaned with pleasure. 'I might not let you go to college next year,' he said giving her a wink and couldn't resist looking at her nipples again. 

'I gather that you like it?' Amanda smiled taking a bite of her own, wondering what had come over him. He was flirting with her and it was making her tingle all over. She'd never hung out with many guys or been on a serious date, but she knew what was going on. 

'I love it!' he said looking into her eyes and down the front of her body and didn't care if she saw him or not. 'Oh, you're turning out to be a great cook!' he smiled giving her a wink, hoping that tonight would be one to remember. 

Amanda felt her face turning red as he told her what a wonderful cook she was and he was checking out her nipples. 'Thank you, Daddy,' she smiled wondering if his cock was hard or not. From the way he was looking at her, Amanda was sure he'd be harder than ever.

*.

She finished brushing her long, brown hair; made sure her top was straight, gave her nipples a tiny pinch, caressed her burning pussy and made her way to the family room. All the lights in the house were off, except for a warm glow coming from the family room. Amanda walked in, covered her mouth and couldn't believe what she was seeing. He had a thick, furry blanket on the sofa. Candles were placed all around and he had a bottle of wine sitting in a bucket of ice.

'Wow, someone sure has been busy,' she smiled, watching him turn and she was sure his eyes were going to pop from his head. He looked up, down and all over, her body and she loved it. That's when Amanda saw his cock practically jump straight up in the air in his silk boxers.

He looked at Amanda and felt his cock growing faster than at any time in his life. He looked at her breasts under the small, white shirt; her nipples were harder than ever and looked so good. He slowly looked down her beautiful, young body and eyes were drawn to Amanda's powder blue panties. 'My god!' he moaned walking towards her with his raging cock leading the way. 'You are so gorgeous!' he smiled walking to hug her. 'Damn, you're beautiful girl,' he whispered pushing it down and moved against her. 

'Thank you, Daddy!' Amanda moaned, trembling in his powerful arms, wondering if she should run away or stay against him, enjoying his massive cock crushed into her burning, virgin pussy. All the years of wondering what it would fell like to have a horny man against her were over, but the horny man, was her Daddy. His long and very hard cock smashed into her burning, young pussy, sending wave after wave of the most breathtaking feelings rushing over her. Feelings of need to be pleasured, but he was her Daddy and Amanda knew things like that weren't natural. 

He held her tight, enjoying her wonderful breasts smashed on his chest and her hot pussy on his stiffened cock. He knew that should end right now, but her trembling, excited body held him in a trance. He couldn't keep his hands from Amanda's body and her excited flesh. He caressed all over her back and slowly moved down to the edge of her small panties, wondering if he should go lower. There was no way that he wanted to ruin his love with Amanda. He gave her a small kiss on her forehead and pulled away. 

'Would you like a glass of wine?' he asked pouring her a glass and turned to see his young daughter staring at his swollen cock. 'I'm sorry baby,' he said with a red face, trying to cover it and he noticed a very sexy smile move over her face.

'It's okay, Daddy. A girl loves knowing that she can turn on the man that loves her,' she replied feeling her nipples were so close to exploding. She took the glass from him and moved to sit on the sofa. 'Come sit with me,' she said looking up to his cock, thinking of how easy it would be for him to stand in front of her and suck it dry. Amanda had always dreamt of sucking cock. She loved sucking big pickles, bananas and her little toy she got last year, but this one was real and it was her, Daddy's. He was so hard and Amanda knew that it was for her and she loved it.

He wasn't sure if he should even be in the same room with her or not, but the womanly look of lust on Amanda's beautiful face drew him to her. His heart raced as he sat down next to her and again he couldn't help looking at Amanda's swollen nipples. 'You are so pretty,' he whispered slowly looking up to her face.

'Do you think I'm pretty or do you mean theses?' she asked with a smile, moving her hands down and ran a finger over each of her excited nipples. She watched his eyes widen and wished it was his fingers touching them, but he was her, Daddy. Daddy's didn't do things like that to their daughters', did they?

He watched Amanda touching her nipples and couldn't believe how hard she was making him. She slowly traced around them with her index finger, teasing her darkened areola circles as she looked into his eyes. 'Are you trying to kill me?' he asked with a wink and a smile. Amanda turned into a very sexy, young lady and it was going to be very difficult to stay away from her.

'I'd never do anything like that,' she whispered reaching one arm around him and the other for her glass of wine. 'What movie are we going to watch first?' Amanda asked wishing that it would be one of the movies he kept hidden in his room. 

He handed her the cover and pushed play on the remote control. 'It looks okay. I saved the 'R' rated one for last,' he smiled putting his arm around Amanda and knew this should stop. He didn't want to fuck up the love that they shared.

Amanda shifted her ass closer to him, enjoying the feel of him against her body and she quickly looked to see that he was still hard, hard for her. She knew this wasn't right, but as long as it was just some touching and petting, it would be fine. 'I love being with you,' she said looking to his handsome face, wondering if he had thoughts of doing her. If so, Amanda wasn't sure if she could resist him or not, she loved him as a father and wondered if she could also love him as a man. 

He smiled, hugged her tighter and replied, 'I love being with you too, baby,' and he held her as the movie began. 

They drank wine, enjoyed being so close together and laughed as the movie ended. 'I hope the next one is a little better than this one was.' Amanda giggled and a wonderful thought filled her half-drunken mind. 'I'll change the disk,' she said standing up, walked towards the TV and knew his eyes were looking at her ass. She made sure to add a little more sway in her hips, hoping that her Daddy was enjoying her little show. 

He watched Amanda's great ass wiggling with each of her steps, having a good idea that she was enjoying it just as much as he was watching her. 'Little teaser,' he said to himself as she bent straight over. 'Damn girl!' he blurted out, enjoying her firm ass pointing to his face and he felt his cock quickly growing in his shorts.

Amanda turned her head and knew he had to be going crazy. Her ass was bent over giving him a great view of it and her tiny, blue panties were deep in her crack. 'What?' she asked in a teasing, little girl voice, know exactly what she was doing to her Daddy and his big, long cock. 

'What my ass!' he laughed flexing his stiffened cock, not caring if she saw it or not. Amanda was still a young girl, but she was playing a woman's' game and now he only hoped he could resist her teasing. 'I should give that hot thing a good spanking,' he added looking at her great ass, wondering how it would feel rubbing his stiff cock in her deep crevice. He loved rubbing his cock into a woman's ass since his first girl many years ago and tonight was no different. Amanda's ass was beautiful. Nice and round with a deep crevice and his stiff cock wanted to be against it.

'Daddy wants to spank me?' Amanda teased in a 'little girls' voice that she knew would drive him crazy. 'I'll be Daddy's good little girl,' she whispered reaching her hand to her mouth and began to suck her thumb as she slowly walked towards him. 'Please don't spank me, Daddy,' she said in a soft voice, making sure to stick out her lower lip and went back to sucking her thumb. 

He watched Amanda and could not believe what she was doing to his cock. 'You keep this shit up and I might do a little more than spank you,' he said in his fatherly voice than Amanda knew he meant business, and was only used when she was in trouble. 

Amanda loved the idea that she was turning on her Daddy this much and it was also getting her tiny pussy so wet, she was surprised her juices weren't running down her thighs. 'Oh come on, Daddy. You love it and you know it,' she said with a smile sitting beside him and couldn't help but notice his long cock was hard again. Now she just had to think of a way to get as close to it as she could and it came to her. She grabbed a pillow, put it over his lap, laid down and put her head on it, hoping that he'd let her stay. 

She was lying on her side, giving him a great view of her right tit and he could feel his big cock growing harder. He couldn't believe Amanda's head was only a few inches from his raging cock, only separated by some cheep pillow that came from Wal-mart. He moved his hand over her side, just a few inches from her tit, as the second movie began. His fingers rested on her warm, tender flesh, sending more excitement through his body and to his already, swollen cock.

Amanda lie motionless as his hand moved on her body, praying that he'd touch her breast, but he was her Daddy and Daddy's didn't do things like that to their daughters'. Blood raced through her veins, her young heart pounded with excitement and her head was spinning. 'I love it when you touch me, Daddy.' Amanda whispered turning her head to give him a smile and didn't realize that the pillow had slipped, until she felt his cock on her ear. 'Oh my God!' she said to herself, wondering if he'd fix the pillow or just leave it the way it was. 'Please leave it,' she thought enjoying his extremely hard cock touching her, wishing his shorts were off. 'Only a few more inches and Daddy's cock will be right on my face.' Amanda smiled to herself and couldn't help but stretching out her body.

'Oh shit!' he thought feeling the side of Amanda's warm face on his cock shaft. 'How and the fuck did I ever let this go so far?' he thought again, but she felt so good against him. It had been so long since a woman touched him and this young woman was his very sexy daughter and that made it even more exciting. He reached for his drink and the pillow slid more. 'Oh no!' he thought as the pillow fell to the floor. This was it; other than a pair of silk boxers, his cock was completely against Amanda's gorgeous face.

She couldn't breathe, her heart pounded harder than ever and she was close to fainting. 'What should I do?' Amanda asked herself as the heat from his shaft radiated through his thin shorts, to her face. 'Could you reach my drink, Daddy?' she asked turning her head towards him, wondering what he was thinking and when she saw his eyes closed, she knew he was loving it just as much as she was. 

He jumped from his trance and reached to get her glass. 'Here ya go, baby,' he smiled reaching the glass to her, hoping that she could drink it without moving from where she was. She was his flesh and blood, but she was also a woman that was driving him crazy with lust. He watched as she lifted her head just enough to sip her wine, never moving from his cock. 'That's my girl,' he said to himself as her pretty eyes looked to him with love. 

'Thank you, Daddy,' she purred handing him the glass, shifted her body closer to him and gently rested her face back on his swollen cock shaft. 'I wish I had the nerve to just reach in, pull it out and suck it dry.' Amanda thought enjoying it on her face, praying it would find its way out of the shorts and to her panting mouth. 

He just looked down, enjoying Amanda's body against his, her big breasts in plane view, her beautiful ass in a small pair of panties and her face on his hard cock. What more could a guy ask? Lots of things, like turning on her stomach and sucking him dry or climbing on him and fucking his brains out, but the same thought filled his mind she was his daughter. 

'You are so pretty,' he smiled caressing down Amanda's side to her stomach, enjoying the young girls' smiling face and her trembling under his fingers. 

'Thank you, Daddy,' she whispered in a loving voice, thinking of turning on her back, giving him the opportunity to touch her anyplace he wanted, but she wouldn't be able to feel him on her face. She thought of him fondling her breasts, caressing her excited pussy and doing anything else he wanted. 'Fuck it!' she thought turning on her back and slightly spread her legs, knowing his dark eyes would be looking to her very wet and excited pussy. 

He looked over Amanda's body and was lost. She was his baby and she was driving him crazy. His cock was harder than it had been in years and it felt so good, but he couldn't fuck her. He caressed over her stomach and quickly felt her breathing increase. 'She's enjoying this just as much as I am,' he thought wishing he could do more, but that same thought filled his mind. 

Amanda just laid there; enjoying her Daddy's loving hand caressing her stomach, wishing that he'd go lower, to her burning pussy. 'Touch it, Daddy,' she thought looking up to his face with need. 'Please touch me!' she thought stretching out as far as she could, making sure that her left leg was hanging over the side of the sofa and her right one was spread as wide as she could get it, giving him a great view of her panty-covered pussy. 

He looked over her and knew what she wanted, but there was no way in hell he could do it. She was his baby, his daughter. He pulled his hand from her, reached for his drink, and heard a moan of disapproval come from Amanda. He slowly drank, watching her young, exciting body, enjoying her full breasts moving up and down as she breathed in and out. 'It's a fucking shame that some ass-hole had to make it illegal to fuck a relative,' he thought watching over her, wishing he could sink his cock deep into her body and that's when things really began to heat up.




Amanda



The sounds of two people making out filled both their ears. A couple in the movie was stripping off each other's clothes and they were getting it on. He sucked her big, full tits like some animal and the young girl under him was going wild screaming for more. He tore off her panties, climbed on her and they were off. Her fake screams were awesome as the man moved back and forth, acting as if he was fucking her. 

'Do you think he's really doing her?' Amanda asked, biting her lower lip, wondering what it would feel like having a hard cock up her pussy, fucking the shit out of her.

He looked down and the look on her face was heavenly. She looked like a girl in love and a girl that needed loved. 'I doubt it,' he replied moving his hand back to her stomach and began caressing in small circles. He watched the movie, enjoying the young actress and forgot that he was touching Amanda. 

She felt his big, strong hand moving over her, up and down her body until it moved under her left breast. She took a long, slow deep breath, praying he would touch it and that's when he squeezed. 'Oh yes!' she softly moaned arching her back up, hoping he'd keep watching the movie and not realizing what he was doing. 

He watched the sexy young actress moaning and groaning, wishing that it were he on top of her fucking her for real. His cock grew harder and the moans seamed so real, it was amazing. 'Fuck her little ass,' he whispered stroking his cock with his left hand while the other was caressing a nice, round tit. He thought for a second and it came to him. 'Oh shit!' he said turning his head to see his own hand caressing Amanda's beautiful right breast. But, she had her pretty eyes closed and was going absolutely wild at his touch. 'Should I stop? This has to be a dream. There's no way she'd be letting me do this shit for real.' he said himself enjoying the feel of her warm, tender flesh under his fingers. 'Oh fuck it!' he laughed and continued touching her excited nipple. 

Amanda was out of control as her handsome Daddy's fingers toyed with her aching nipple. Now she could only hope that he'd do more. She wanted to feel him touching her tiny pusy so badly, but how in the heck could she get his big hand down to it? She continued to squirm under him, enjoying his skilled fingers tormenting her nipples until she felt something so wonderful on the side of her face, that it took her breath away. Her Daddy's big, long cock was out of his shorts and only an inch from her mouth. She slowly turned her body to face him. 'Oh yes!' Amanda cried as his stiff shaft fell against her warm, excited mouth. She began to place soft, loving kisses all over his shaft and when he fell back on the sofa, she knew he was hers. 

He could believe the wonderful things running through his body as the beautiful actress kissed and suckled his raging cock. This had to have been the best dream that he'd ever had in his life. He turned to lie down and a pleasant scent crept up his nose. 'Oh yes!' he moaned turning towards the wonderful smell and he began to lick over her thighs and towards the source of the breathtaking aroma. 

It took every, last ounce of Amanda's strength not to scream out as her Daddy kissed and licked up her creamy thighs. 'Oh Daddy! It feels so good!' she whispered as she kissed his swollen cock head and she knew that it was time to please the man she loved. Amanda opened her mouth, took a deep breath and swallowed him whole. 

'Oh mother fucker!' he growled his young dream girl sucked his cock completely in her warm mouth and down her silky, smooth throat. 'You're a damn good little cock sucker,' he laughed grabbing the back of her head and began to fuck her mouth as fast as he possibly could. 'Come on baby!' he growled louder, fucking Amanda's mouth hard and deep. He looked to her pussy and couldn't resist, he dove his mouth to her pussy and started kissing, licking and sucking it hard. 'You like it?' he asked hearing a loud moan come from someplace below him and at this particular time; he didn't give a shit where it came from. 

Amanda sucked him as hard as she could, enjoying her Daddy's big, hard cock in her mouth, only wanting to please him. His tongue drove into her tiny pussy and she couldn't help but scream out. 'Oh Daddy, yes, yes!' she screamed as he tongue fucked her pussy. 'Fuck me! Oh yes, fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me!' Amanda moaned and he stopped. 'Oh no,' she moaned out lifting her head to see a shocked and painful look on his face. 'Please, let's keep doing it,' she begged reaching to hug him, but he pushed her back, jumped from the sofa and ran to his room. 

His hands covered his face and he couldn't believe what had just happened. 'I was eating my baby's pussy and letting her suck my cock,' he said with hurt trying to figure all this out. He wanted her there was no doubt in his mind, but he wanted her to make the choice without drinking or any other outside influences to be involved in it. 'Please forgive me,' he whispered falling back on his bed, thinking of all the wonderful things that he and Amanda had shared over the years, hoping he hadn't ruined the love. 

Amanda sat on the side of the sofa, in shock. 'How could you just stop something as wonderful as that?' she asked shaking her head in disbelief. 'I wanted to suck you off, Daddy,' she said putting out her lower lip, wondering if she'd be able to please herself ever again. She'd had her Daddy's big, beautiful cock in her mouth and down her throat and now, she needed it up her sizzling pussy. 

*.

He jumped from his sleep, grabbed his cock and ran down the hall as fast as he could to the bathroom. He pointed to the john and let loose a massive piss. 'Ahhhh,' he moaned as the warm piss flowed from his simi-hard cock like water from a fire hose. 'That was a close call,' he laughed remembering why he had to go so bad. 'All that fucking wine and not a single piss,' he said as the sound of it going into the bowl filled his ears and another thought filled his mind, Amanda sucking his cock. 

'Oh fuck!' he moaned as hot blood rushed into his shaft so fast it hurt. 'Why couldn't you have waited until I was finished?' he laughed, leaning against the wall, thinking of his sexy young daughters' mouth wrapped tightly around his shaft. 'I should have let it go on,' he thought as visions of her lying before him filled his mind and again he was quickly carried away of dreams of her. 'Oh Amanda! Suck Daddy's cock. Suck it good baby. Suck Daddy!'

Amanda woke up and was sure she heard Daddy moaning. Fear raced through her thinking that something was wrong with him. She ran from her room and into the bathroom and saw him against the wall pissing away. But the one thing that caught her eye, he was so hard and moaning for her to suck his cock. 

'I'm here, Daddy,' she whispered dropping to her knees and reached to hold his large, swollen cock. 'I'll make feel so good, Daddy,' she whispered again wanting to turn him on, but hoped he'd stay locked in his dream of her. She lived to please him as a daughter and now she wanted to please him as a lover. 

He just leaned to the wall, not wanting the wonderful thoughts of her to leave his mind and when her soft voice filled his dream, he grew more. 'Yes baby. You always make me feel so good,' he replied caressing her long, brown hair. 'Hold Daddy tight! I want to feel you holding me close to you,' he moaned as her tiny hands squeezed him. 'That's my girl,' he moaned, wishing he'd hurry and finish his piss or was he really pissing?

'I'll make it all better.' Amanda whispered watching his hot stream at last ending. 'Finally!' she thought as she watched him squeeze out a few last squirts. 'Now I'm going to please my Daddy and there's no stopping this time,' she said in a firm voice as she moved in from of him, opened her mouth and took him down her throat.

'Oh baby!' he cried as he sank deep into her warm mouth and enjoyed the feel of her swallowing him deep in her throat. 'Oh baby girl! Suck Daddy! It's been so long since I came and when I do,' he paused to caress the sides of her face. 'The only way I can cum is to think of you,' he added and felt her sucking him harder, deeper until the base of his long cock was smashed against her mouth. 

Amanda couldn't believe what he'd just said. She knew he always got hard after they hugged, but she'd never, ever thought of him jerking off while thinking of her. Now she wanted any and all dreams he had of her to come true and nothing was going to stop her this time. 'You fuck my mouth Daddy and I want you to cum,' she stopped long enough to say and quickly swallow him again and deeper than ever. 

He heard her words and moved his hips in time with her glorious mouth. 'Oh my sweet baby!' he moaned enjoying her young, tender mouth wrapped so tightly around his cock. 'Suck it baby! Suck Daddy's cock,' he said holding the sides of her head as she sucked and he fucked her mouth as fast as he could move.

She was his to do anything he wanted to, even if it meant being nothing but his personal little fuck toy, she was his. 'Cum Daddy! Talk dirty to me, Daddy! I love being called nasty names too!' she whispered, jerking his cock as fast as she could move, hoping her words would help her Daddy cum. 'Cum in your baby girls mouth,' she whispered louder, not caring if the trance was broken or not and she downed him deeper. 

He looked down, shock raced through him, but there was no way in hell he was going to stop Amanda this time. She was eighteen, a horny girl, all his and he planned on taking her up on anything and everything she wanted to give. 'Oh yes! Suck it you little cunt, suck your Daddy's big, fat cock!' he moaned watching his daughter eating his cock better than any woman he'd ever been with in his life. 'You're going to be my whore now,' he whispered and was sure she'd just came on the floor. 'You do like that dirty shit,' he smiled thinking of all the things he'd called her while jerking off. 

'I'll be your whore, Daddy. Just please fuck me when I need it.' Amanda said looking up to, the man she'd loved her entire life and now an innocent love one turning in a new and wonderful direction. 

He smiled to Amanda and pulled her up to his face. 'I'll do anything you need or want baby,' he said hugging her trembling body to his as he gently caressed over her ass and hips. 'Let's go to my room and do this right,' he smiled leading her back to his room. 

She stood before him watching his eyes looking over her body and thought she would cum right where she stood. 'Please touch me or something,' she begged him with need in her soft voice, praying that he'd do something. She needed to suck him or have him fuck her, anything as long as it was soon. 

'Is somebody horny?' he teased lying on the bed, looking at her shapely ass. 'You could take off those panties, move over here and finish sucking off Daddy's cock, while I eat your hot little pussy,' he said with a smile, watching her tear off the panties, practically jump on the bed and over him, shoving her pussy in is face. 'Damn, you horny bitch,' he laughed shoving his face into her pussy and began licking and sucking every inch of it. 

'I'm Daddy's horny bitch,' she moaned sucking him into her mouth, enjoying his mouth sucking her pussy. 'Eat me, Daddy!' Amanda begged grinding her wet, excited pussy all over his face and she felt something nice. 'Oh Daddy!' she growled when his skilled tongue sank in her dripping, young pussy. 'Daddy! Yes! Oh yes!' Amanda cried sitting up on his face, smashing her pussy down on him, ramming his tongue deeper. 

He held her hips as he drove his long tongue as far in her pussy as he could. She moved all around, back and fourth, side-to-side and any other way she could. Her moans filled his ears and quickly knew that he was doing it right. 

'Oh Daddy! Yes! Yes!' Amanda cried as his tongue took her to places she could have never dreamt. 'Make me cum,' she purred rocking back and forth on his face, feeling his long tongue licking her inner pussy walls. 'I'm your whore, Daddy, make cum,' she moaned feeling a fire building deep in her pussy. 'Oh Daddy! I'm so close.' Amanda whimpered grabbing both her nipples and squeezed them as hard as she could. 'Daddy! Daddy!' she screamed out. The fire that had been in her pussy was now rushing through her veins, into her young heart and to her young brain. 'Daddy! Daddy!' Amanda screamed louder than before as she spread her legs, shoving her orgasming pussy on his face. 

He held her tighter, licking her pussy faster and as deep as he possible could. 'Go baby,' he thought licking deep in her pussy, enjoying her muscles squeezing around his tongue. 'Come on baby girl,' he thought again caressing her ass, wishing he could whisper dirty things in her ears. 

After a few minutes, Amanda lifted from him and fell flat on the bed. 'Damn! I'll be your whore after that,' she smiled cuddling next to him. 'Thank you, Daddy,' she whispered moving over him, grabbed his stiff cock and gently sat down. 'Oh my fucking God!' Amanda squealed as his long, hard cock sank deep into her pussy. 'Oh Daddy, it feels so good,' she trembled leaning to kiss him. 'You're in me, my Daddy is in me,' she added with tears of joy and love pouring from her pretty eyes and on his face. 

'And I'm planning on being you all the time,' he said returning her kiss. 

'You can fuck me anytime you want.'

'Oh really?'

'Oh yes! I want you up my hot, juicy cunt day and night.' 

'You're a nasty mouth, little whore.'

'But, I'm your whore, Daddy.'

'Get that hot ass moving, bitch!'

'Ah yes! My Daddy's hard cock is up my cunt.'

'Daddy wants to cum in it too.'

'Oh fuck yes! Cum in me, Daddy!'

'Go you little cunt, whore! Talk dirty to me,' he grunted pushing his hips up to greet Amanda's pussy as she shoved down on him. 'Come on you fucking cunt! Fuck me!' he said in his fatherly voice that Amanda was sure to know he was ready to cum.

'Go!' she lifted her hips and quickly slammed back down on his cock. 'Fuck me! Fuck your daughter! Cum on you dirty motherfucker! Rape your daughter and cum in my cunt!' Amanda yelled out watching nothing but pleasure on his handsome face. 'Fuck you daughter,' she whispered moving her hips up and down. 'Fuck your baby girl,' she whispered again, but this time it was a voice sounded like a girl half her age. 

'You're my good little girl.'

'Daddy, do I still get an ice cream for doing this?' Amanda said trying not to laugh because it sounded so good it even turned her on. 

'Oh yes! My baby gets anything she wants for playing with her Daddy,' he grunted, grabbed her to his chest and his cock exploded in her body. 'Oh baby! Oh baby I love you so much,' he cried holding her as tight as he could, enjoying her hips still moving up and down as fast as she could move.

'Come on, Daddy! Cum in me,' she smiled watching his face and all the pleasure she was giving him. 'Come on Daddy, cum up your baby girls' little cunt!' Amanda said filling tears rolling off her face. 'Oh Daddy!' she froze, enjoying his cock deep in her cunt, him holding her in his arms and last but not least, her Daddy filling her cunt full of his seeds. The very same seeds that made her. 'Ahhhhh fuck!' Amanda cried as her body locked around her Daddy's hard cock. 'You made me cum,' she giggled leaning to give him a deep, loving kiss, wondering if she'd lucky enough to give him a child, just like her.



Amanda



"Hen-reeee!"

My wife's screech penetrated the walls and floors separating us.

"Come on. Hurry it up, willya. We're going to be late."

Late. We were going to a lawn party next door, a party that would certainly run through the afternoon and deep into the night. 

Sherry's always ready first. When we were dating and she'd be waiting for me when I came to pick her up, I put it down to eagerness. That was flattering to me, and I ate it up. Like most men, I'd spent a good part of my life hanging around while women put on their finishing touches. After we were married, I realized it was a compulsion with Sherry. She has to be first.

That's not always a bad thing. The first time we had sex, Sherry crooned and grunted and came almost before I'd gotten inside her. It seemed every inch I worked into her made her come again. She thrashed against me and clawed at my back, and by the time I was ready, and it didn't take long, Sherry was quivering and shaking, babbling incoherently under me. I'd never had anyone respond to me like that before, and I was hooked.

I was buckling my belt and looking at myself in the mirror when the bedroom door slammed open and Sherry stormed in.

"Jesus, Henry. You're preening like a sophomore before her prom. Do you think we can get going any time soon?"

"Sure, honey. Almost ready to go. You look great, by the way."

She did. I'm reluctant to generalize, but I think most women as driven as Sherry are going to be thin, and she was. The skin showing between her tight tube top and her outrageously short skirt was firm and tan, rippling over her stomach muscles. Sherry ran every day, and her legs showed it. The high heels strapped around her ankles accentuated the perfect curve of her calves, and the hem-line of her skirt was an eye magnet.

"You're not looking bad, yourself," she told me. She tweaked my collar and I looked down into her cleavage. Thin as she is, and exercise and run as much as she will, there's nothing Sherry can do about her tits. They're big and round and look like they should tip her over onto her face. I think that's one of the things that turns me on most about her. Here's this trim athletic woman, five foot three in her stocking feet and maybe one hundred pounds soaking wet, and she's got these boobs. I reached for her. 

"You sure you want to go over there now?" I asked her. "That party is going to go on forever. Nobody's waiting for us."

She slapped my hands away. 

"I haven't been waiting all day for you to get ready and gotten myself all dressed up just to have you tear it off me." She spun away and headed out the door. "Do whatever you have to do. I'm going. I'll see you there."

I didn't have much to do. I pulled on my socks and shoes and checked myself once again in the mirror. Ready as I'd ever be.

The front door was open. I walked in and saw people grouped around a buffet in the dining room. There was nobody I knew there, so I went out into the back yard. Again, they were all strangers, and I was wondering just what I was doing here when I felt a presence at my shoulder.

"I'm not entirely sure who they all are, either." I turned and saw Amanda standing next to me. My next door neighbor. My hostess. 

"That could be the sign of a great party," I told her. "At least it was in my college days. But that's a long time ago."

Amanda glanced up at me from under her long black lashes and bumped my arm. "Yeah, sure, you're an old fogie and can barely remember back that far." 

We'd had Amanda and Lawrence over for drinks shortly after they'd moved in, but they were almost a generation younger, and most of our socializing seemed to go in the other direction, where Yuko, a born Japanese, lured us with her native dishes and her husband Patrick came over to sample my wine cellar. Today, I could see Yuko chatting with neighbors and Patrick lurking at the bar.

"Are you kidding me? I remember every minute. We had parties like these, where you didn't know anybody. A hundred people in two rooms. No pool. No big house. Girl, you have no idea."

"Ah. A report from the stone age. Or the stoned age, maybe?"

"Could have been, but like I said, I still remember it all."

There was a reason for the party. Lawrence worked for a big multi-national and they'd offered him a three year position in Brussels. He and Amanda and their two kids, one four years old and the other sixteen months, would be leaving on the first of September. Lawrence's firm had hired in an agency to rent their place out while they were gone.

"So tell me, Amanda. You ready for the great adventure?"

"I guess so. It is pretty exciting. But I'll miss it here."

"Yeah. Well, we'll miss you, too."

I was just making conversation. We'd never been close to Amanda and Lawrence. But I would miss her. They had the big pool in their back yard, and when the kids were at day-care, Amanda would sun bathe. I work at home, writing free-lance ad copy, and my study window looks out onto their yard.

Sherry's improbable body was a man's fantasy come true, and as a man, as her husband, I responded to it. Deeply. Daily. There was just something about Amanda, with her small breasts and her round thighs just short of plump and the little bulge of her belly, that drew me to the window every day.

I was deep in fantasy land when Amanda's voice broke through. "I'll miss watching you, too, Henry."

That didn't make any sense, and I figured she was talking about me watching her. I felt blood rushing to my cheeks and I tried to think of some answer, some excuse, but I knew I was busted. It was easier to just admit it.

"Listen, Amanda. Oh, jesus. You must think I'm some sort of pervert. I, well, I, oh fuck it, I just like looking at you."

I cringed, waiting for a torrent of disdain, but Amanda was smiling up at me.

"I know you do. Henry, take it easy. You look like you're going to have a heart attack. It's OK. I like it, too."

I looked down into her big dark eyes. "What?"

"You don't really think I've been lying out there to work on my tan, do you? Well, that's part of it. But I've seen you from the beginning. Watching me."

This was all going too fast for me, but at least Amanda wasn't pissed off.

" I've been watching you, too, Henry."

Now my head was spinning. I had no idea what she was talking about.

"What do you mean, watching me?"

A little grin twitched at the corners of Amanda's mouth. "You don't think you can only see me from that window, do you?"

She had me. Hooked. All I could do was stare at her and wait for whatever she would say next.

"Let me tell you a little story, Henry. A woman walks out into her back yard and sees her neighbor's window open. She's curious and looks in. He's a guy she doesn't really know, but she's curious. He's looking at his computer screen. That seems normal; he's a writer. But he's not acting normal. He's staring at the screen and his shoulders are bobbing and his face is becoming a grimace. Let's just imagine it a moment. He's got one hand on the mouse, and his other hand, well who knows. But the lady next door is watching, and she has an idea what he's up to. Then his head rolls back and his eyes close, and he's bucking in his chair. He grabs a tissue from the box on his desk. Is he going to blow his nose? The lady next door thinks not.'

I stood nailed to the ground. I didn't know what to say, or if I should try.

Amanda hooked my arm and said, "I've got guests I should greet. Come with me, Henry."

She led me on a tour of the yard, stopping at groups of people and welcoming them, and then into the house where she chatted with the folks by the buffet. Lawrence was in the kitchen, un-corking bottles of wine, and Sherry was there with him, distracting him.

Amanda took my hand and tugged me after her up the stairs. There was a little room at the side of the hall, what might have been a sewing room or a small guest room. The only furniture was an armchair pulled up to the window. Amanda pushed me into the chair, and positioning my head with her hands, made me look out the window.

"What do you see, Henry?"

"My house."

"And more specifically?"

"The side window of my study."

"Back to my story, then. The lady is shocked by what she saw from the back yard. But she's fascinated. She goes inside, and upstairs she finds she can look directly into the writer's study from this room. From outside, she can only see his head and shoulders and the top of his desk. From here, she has a much better view. She can see almost all of him. She can see the computer screen he's watching, she can see most of the left side of his body. There's no guessing any more about what he's looking at, or what his left hand is doing. She just can't see it. Wherever she stands, even if she climbs up on the window sill, she can't see it. But she knows. And that's enough. She can sit here in that chair, with its wide arms and her legs spread over them, and imagine what the man is doing to himself. She can almost see the pictures on the screen. And when he shudders, when she sees the muscles of his left arm clenching, she imagines she'd be the one to pluck a tissue from the box and give it to him. But of course that's impossible, because her hands are buried deep between her legs, and she's coming, ravaged by the image of what she just can't see."

I felt my face burning. Whether it was from embarrassment at Amanda having caught me in my most private moments, or from the story she'd just told me, I didn't know. I stared out the window in front of me, wondering what I could possibly say. Worst of all, my cock was straining against my pants, caught in my underwear, begging for escape. For release.

Amanda's hands settled onto my shoulders, and her breath was hot in my ear. "I want to see it, Henry. I want to see you stroke it, to see it get all big and hard. Not for the pictures on your computer. For me. I want to see you come."

Her arms were around me now, squeezing me. Her lips slid up and down my neck and her tongue flickered into my ear. My hips lunged off the chair, and briefly I wondered what I'd tell Sherry about the stain in my shorts and trousers. Then I died.

When I came around, Amanda was sitting spread-legged on my lap and staring into my eyes, cradling my head in her hands.

"You OK, Henry?"

I looked down to where she was sitting in me, to where I must have been soaking her panties. "Yeah. For now.'

"Good." She stood up and straightened her skirt over her hips. "I still haven't seen it, you know. What are we going to do about that?" 

I sat still. Anything she suggested would be perfect. "You want to turn your chair there in your study and show me while I watch out the window? Or do you want to come over once Lawrence and the kids are gone?"

"Know what, Amanda? You decide. Whatever you come up with will be fine with me."

She smiled down at me. "Great. It'll be my surprise."

She looked around her as if seeing the room for the first time. "Henry, I've got a lot of guests downstairs who I have to make nice to. Tomorrow, then?"



Amanda



I'm a femme lesbian who works for an investment-banking firm in Chicago. In my line of work it is hard to meet women like myself. After my girlfriend and I broke up for the last time, I became very lonely and bored. I was 36 years old and single for the first time in a long time. At first I thought that I would love my freedom, but this euphoria didn't last very long. I was lonely, and eager to find a woman like myself. I hit the bars with some friends but I wasn't finding what I was looking for. I called Christine, an old girlfriend of mine, and we spent a weekend catching up and spending the night together at a hotel downtown. It was great to see her, and the sex was fantastic, but she had a girlfriend and I didn't want to create any drama. Apparently they were in an open relationship, but I was looking for my own partner.

Like me, she was a very successful businesswoman with a lot of contacts. She gave me the card of someone she met when she was in Los Angeles on business. An escort, she said, someone who had posed for Playboy and only entertained women clients. I was a little insulted at first, but then I saw a photo of her that she kept in her purse. This girl was a 10 -- 27 years-old, strawberry blonde, dark tan, amazing body, big blue eyes, and an incredible smile. Christine told me about the weekend they spent together at a beach house she rented in Malibu. It sounded incredible, worth every dollar of the $10,000 (!) weekend rate she charged. She was mostly a fitness model now, but had an escort business on the side. And she was 100% gay.

I took the card home and looked at it from time to time for the next couple of months. To say that I was intrigued was putting it mildly. I developed a lust for this woman, someone I had never met, and it was driving me a little crazy. I began surfing the web, looking for her photos, which didn't take long, since she had posed for Playboy a few years ago and was on a few "fitness babe" websites as well. She had such a nice smile, which drew me in. The thought of her legs wrapped around mine made my pussy so wet I couldn't believe it. I took out my vibrator and lay on my bed and brought myself to orgasm after orgasm, wasting a whole Saturday afternoon that I had set aside to catch up on work. I called Christine again. She assured me that everything was on the up and up, so I finally got up the courage to call her. I left a message on her voice mail and a few minutes later, while I was getting my things together to the gym she called me back.

"Hi, is this Ann?"

"Yes," I said. "Hi Amanda."

"Hey," she said. "You're Chris' friend."

"Yes. We've known each other for years."

"She's told me a lot about you. I'm so glad you called."

"She told you about me?"

"It was all good, believe me. She talks about you all the time."

"We're good friends."

Suddenly, I felt a little light-headed and sat down on my bed.

"Ann?"

"I'm here."

"Are you okay?"

"Just a little nervous. I've never done this before."

"I understand. But you called me, didn't you."

"I did."

"I'm glad."

We spent the next hour talking about different things. She told me that she likes to get to know her clients before she meets them and she did a good job of making me comfortable. We made plans to meet for the weekend in a month. No house, in Malibu, though--she would have to fly to Chicago.

I was still a little concerned about the price. It seemed like a lot of money. Way too much. I hadn't taken a vacation in years. I was so busy at work. When I broke up with my ex, we had to cancel a trip that we'd been planning. I know, poor me. But I felt like I needed to treat myself before I began my fresh start. I had a lot of money saved. I had made good investments. Now it was time to splurge.

I spent the next couple of weeks getting glammed up. I got highlights, regular manicures, pedicures, facials...and I spent a lot of time at the gym. The week before Amanda arrived we met again for another lovemaking session. Christine liked it rough, so I pulled her hair and buried her face in my pussy, giving her orders, rubbing my cunt across her rock hard abs until I came. I was ready.

I took a half-day at work so I could meet her at the airport. She was easy to spot. Amanda walked briskly down the airport corridor with her luggage, wearing a short black dress and blazer, open toed-sandals, flashing that incredible smile. As she approached I had to catch my breath, she was even more stunning in person. I felt guilty looking her over like a piece of meat, her legs, her hips, boobs, ass, and a really pretty face. I could see heads turning as we embraced and she said my name. I felt like I was in a dream.

"Great to finally meet you, Ann." She said.

"Finally," I said, embracing her and giving a kiss on the cheek. "I hope your trip was okay."

"It was fine."

We stood there and looked at each other.

"I feel like we're already friends," she said.

We walked to the car and I held the door open for her and she got in.

In the car I paused for a second and looked at her. She smiled and leaned in and kissed me on the mouth.

"Let's have some fun," she said.

I had set her up in a boutique hotel near my apartment. I figured that we would spend the night there and if all went well; go to my place for the rest of the weekend. I could tell that Amanda was impressed. She loved the room, which was really a suite, with a large tub and a king-sized bed. We sat and talked for a while. I had ordered champagne for the room and as we drank it, I could feel myself finally relax and loosen up. She was very interested in my job and asked me a lot of questions. Finally we held hands and moved closer to each other on the sofa. Then we kissed. It was incredible. "What do you want to do Ann?" she asked.

"Everything."

"Everything?"

Our kisses became more passionate now, and I could feel her hot, sweet breath on my face. I sucked on her tongue and she smiled. 'Mmmm...," she said. "Now we're getting somewhere."

"I'm still a little nervous," I said.

"It's okay,"she said. "I'm here for you."

She pulled me even closer and kissed my neck and behind my ears. I was in heaven. She buried her face between my breasts and breathed in.

"Mmmmm...," she said. "You have no idea how hot I'm going to make you, do you?"

"You're making me even more nervous."

We laughed and then she stood up and took my hand and walked me to the bed. We took off each other's clothes and lay down and began to kiss. Amanda got on top of me and grinded her pussy into mine. She sucked my tits and then glided her tongue down my belly and kissed my pussy. I moaned. She looked up and flashed that incredible smile.

She kissed my pussy again and then flattened her tongue and softly licked around my pussy lips I spread my legs wider and put my hands through her hair. She spread my pussy lips apart with her fingers and licked harder and sucked on my clit. She put her hands under my ass and buried her face in my pussy, nibbling and licking on my clit as I moaned and bucked under her. She looked up at me and then took my hand and squeezed it as she fucked my pussy with her tongue and then licked again and I came, falling back on the bed as my back arched and I nearly fainted with pleasure. She moved up to me and I took her gorgeous face in my hands and kissed her and we wrapped our legs around each other and squeezed. "That was amazing," I said.

"I'm glad."

We kissed again and then held each other.

"You came so hard," she said.

"Yeah."

"I like to eat a girl's pussy out at the beginning. It tells me a lot about a person."

"Sounds like you've had a lot of experience."

"Mmm, hmmm."

We kissed again and began a long languorous lovemaking session. I ate her pussy from behind, fucked her ass with my fingers, rimmed her while I played with her pussy...69...I came so many times I lost count. Then we got into the hot tub and had more sex. I told her that she had beautiful feet. I took her toes into my mouth one by one, sucking them hard. She did the same. We dried off and got back into bed. She wrapped her gorgeous legs around mine and I grinded my pussy into hers and we fucked like this for what seemed like hours, having one last explosive orgasm before we collapsed in each other's arms and fell asleep.

I had a dream that night about my first girlfriend. We'd met when we were pledging the same sorority. She was a beautiful blonde from the Upper East Side of Manhattan. She knew she was a lesbian, but was going through the motions to please her parents, knowing that once she graduated she could do whatever she wanted. The first few months of our relationship were some of the happiest times of my life. We wound up leaving the sorority and living in the dorms together. We were constantly making love. Eventually we fought and broke up; she moved in with a friend off campus, but we remained friends and then after college she moved to Paris with a girlfriend. In the dream she was fucking me with a strap-on, something we'd never tried. Someone was knocking on the door as she was fucking me. Suddenly it was Amanda in the bed with me. She was fucking me in the ass with a strap-on. I woke up. It was 8:30 am. I got up to go to the bathroom. When I returned Amanda was awake. She summoned me to the bed. We kissed and cuddled for a while and talked.

"You were insatiable last night," she said.

"So were you."

"You took the lead."

" I couldn't resist."

I drew her closer. She rested her head on my shoulder and put her hand on my belly and rubbed it.

"So what's on the agenda for today?" She asked

"You want to leave the bed?"

"I think we should. I might begin to bore you."

"No way."

We kissed a little more and then showered and dressed. She opened her suitcase and laid her clothes on the bed. She asked me what she should wear. This was a turn-on for me. I picked some really nice jeans and a wife-beater. I made her tie her hair back and put on flip-flops and put on just a tiny bit of make-up. I wanted to enjoy the day without thinking about having sex with her every second. I think she appreciated this. I picked out a similar outfit. We joked and laughed a lot while we were dressing and getting ready. We checked out of the hotel and put her things in the trunk of my car and then drove into town for some breakfast at a café that attracted a lot of hot women. Amanda was impressed. We spend an hour sitting and talking and girl-watching. A few times women passed and smiled at us. We smiled back. "It's too easy," I said. "Even when you dress down, people are staring."

"I've picked up women at cafés like this," she said.

"Lucky girls."

"But women are weird. They get possessive. Sometimes I wish I could be a gay man."

"Ha, ha."

"I don't know why I'm still so horny."

"Do you want go to my apartment now?"

"And do what, fuck all day?"

"Now you're just teasing me."

I touched her knee under the table and she grabbed my hand and squeezed it.

She told me about her last relationship, a photographer she had met when she was getting her portfolio together. This woman wanted to marry her, but Amanda wasn't ready. She said that she was attracted to older, successful women. She liked their confidence. And they were often better in bed. She squeezed my knee and I felt dizzy. I purposely steered the topic away from sex and relationships. She told me that she was saving to go back to school. She wanted to get an M.B.A. and start her own business. I didn't press her on the details. When we were done, we took a walk through a park and sat and rested for a while. I suggested that we go shopping, and then go to a spa near my apartment.

I bought her a bracelet and a necklace and then we picked out a dress for her to wear that night when we went out for dinner. I liked buying her things, it made me feel sexy and powerful and watching her try things on in front of me made my pussy wet. She seemed very happy, almost giddy as we walked around the store, frequently touching me and taking my hand. She was so sweet and funny. We must have created a spectacle but I was past caring about such things.

After shopping, we drove back to my neighborhood and went to a spa a few blocks from my apartment. I had purchased her a temporary gym membership, but it was clear that whatever workouts we were going to have that weekend were going to take place in the bedroom. The women at the spa took our things and gave us robes. I liked this particular spa because all the women who worked there were super hot. And that day it was like entering a dream. When Amanda left for her massage with Lana, a beautiful petite German woman who had given me several terrific massages in the past. I felt jealous. Karen, a tall redhead, and one of the managers of the spa, showed me to my room and told me to wait one second. I undressed and wrapped the towel around me and lay down on the table. Amanda came in wearing her robe. "What are you doing?" I asked.

"A surprise," she said. "I'm giving the massage."

She leaned down and kissed me on the lips. "I'm licensed," she said.

"Oh."

"I arranged this last week. I asked Christine."

"Okay."

"This is my gift to you."

She locked the door, took off her robe and told me to lie on my stomach and began to rub me down with massage oil, going slowly down my back and talking time to massage my shoulders, hips and ass. I spread my legs slightly and she kneaded my thighs and calves, stopping at my feet. Needless to say, my clit was throbbing. She worked her way up again and then rubbed my arms and hands. "Feels nice," I whispered.

She made me turn around and lie on my back. I looked up at her and she smiled.

I reached for her and she pushed my hand away. "Bad girl," she said. Then she took the tube of oil and squeezed a generous amount on my belly and rubbed it in, giving my tits a good squeeze and then working her way down around my pussy and legs, massaging my feet again, squeezing my toes and lifting my legs up and working the oil in. Then she worked her way back to my belly and leaned in and kissed me. She looked so beautiful. She squeezed some more oil on me and then without missing a beat, got on top of me and put her leg between mine and began to fuck me. I really felt her strength as she slowly grinded her pussy into mine. I pulled her face toward mine and we kissed and sucked and licked and then she pushed me down and fucked me harder, grinding into me. I could feel her pubic hair rub against mine and then my clit and I gasped and dug my fingers into her ass and she moaned and I began to come and she fucked me harder and then we both came, gasping and holding on to each other, our bodies shaking.

Finally, we reached my apartment. Amanda kicked off her flip-flops and walked around.

"I love it," she said. "It's so you."

"What do you mean by that?"

"I don't know...tasteful, classy...I like your taste."

"Thanks."

She took time to look at my books and CDs, popping in my Kate Melua CD and dancing around the room. I poured us some white wine and we sat on my terrace and talked and held hands. I kept on squeezing and kissing hers.

She told me about her first trick, an agent in Hollywood, who worked on the top floor of a building in Sherman Oaks. Every Thursday afternoon for almost a year, Amanda would go to her large office in a short shirt and no underwear and sit on a sofa opposite this woman's desk and spread her skirt and masturbate while this woman continued to make phone calls and look at her computer. When she was close to cumming she would moan and the woman would stop what she was doing and walk over to Amanda and kneel down and eat her pussy until she came. Then, without speaking, Amanda would leave.

"And what did she do?" I asked.

"Went back to her desk."

"Hmmm..." I said. "I don't think I could do that."

"No?"

"Too compartmentalized."

I took her hand and pulled her up.

"I want to eat your pussy right now, though."

She smiled and kissed me. "Okay."

"You don't mind."

"Of course not."

We went back into the apartment and she took off her clothes and lay down on my bed. She spread her legs and began to masturbate in front of me. Her body looked so gorgeous. Her skin glowed against the white sheets. I told her to rub her pussy harder and to beg me to go down on her. I told her rub harder and faster. She began to fuck her pussy with her fingers and whispered my name. She moaned and I got on top of her and kissed her. She kissed back, but then I moved my head away. I kissed her neck and then behind her ears. Then I glided my tongue down her neck and kissed and sucked on her breasts, nibbling and biting on her nipples. She moaned louder. I licked down her chest and belly and took the fingers out of her pussy and sucked on them. She was begging me now. I moved down and kissed her pussy as she writhed under me. I began to lick slowly, remembering how she made me cum so hard the day before. I took my time with her, enjoying the sweetness of her pussy juices as I flattened my tongue and licked her clit and then fucked her with my tongue as I spread her pussy lips and licked around the hood of her clit. She shuddered under me and put her fingers through my hair and I looked up and we smiled at each other and then she lay back and squeezed her breasts and whispered my name. She put her legs over my shoulders and I spread them wider and licked her harder, flicking her clit with my tongue and I could hear her breaths become more rhythmic and she moan, and soon she was moaning louder and whispering my name and I looked up as I continued to lick and saw her head rear back, her perfect body arch as her legs and her hips began to shake as she came. I kissed and licked her pussy again and then she pulled me toward her. "Oh my God, Ann," she said. "That was so nice."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it."

We began kissing and cuddling again.

"Do we really have to go out again?" She asked.

"We have to eat," I said. "Aren't you hungry?"

"We make love later I want it to be really special."

"It's already been special."

"I mean it. I have a bag of toys, my strap-on. I'll be your slave."

"Oh yeah?"

"Or maybe you want be my slave."

"Hmmm..."

We kissed again.

"I'll have to think about it."

We freshened up and got dressed and then I took Amanda to this trendy Sushi place in my neighborhood. She put on the dress and shoes that I bought for her and modeled them for me. I put on a little black dress that I'd been saving for the right occasion. I'd entertained clients at this restaurant before, so it was easy for me to get a private booth.

She knew a lot about Japanese food. She'd been to Japan with her ex, and living in Los Angeles had exposed her to a lot of different sushi places, so we had fun picking out different things to try. We also drank a lot of sake, which helped when the discussion turned to sex. I whispered in her ear hat I wanted her to fuck me in the ass with her strap-on. She thought that was a great idea. "I'm a little nervous," I said. "It might hurt."

"Don't worry," she sad. "I'm an expert. I'll make you love it."

She slipped off one of her shoes and rubbed her foot against mine. "I can't wait to get you in bed," she said. I put my hand under the table and squeezed her foot.

"You have pretty feet," I said. "I love kissing them."

"How soon can we get out of here without making a commotion?"

We raced out of the restaurant. I took her hand in mine and we walked home at a slow, relaxed pace. Just thinking about all the fun we were about to have seemed more exciting then the actual thing itself. I pulled Amanda closer to me and put my arm around her waist and squeezed her ass and then we picked up the pace. Once inside, we sat on the sofa began to slowly kiss and caress, slowly removing each other's clothing, and soon we were ready to fuck. First we took a shower, which gave us more time to kiss and explore. I wanted to remember every inch of her, as I kissed and licked, paying special attention to her neck and shoulders, kissing behind her ears and licking them, biting her earlobes and feeling her do the same as her hands roamed my body.




Amanda



We got out and dried off. Amanda took out her bag of goodies and showed me the strap-on she was going to use on me. It was long and pink and she made me suck on it before she lubed it up and attached it to the ring. Then she put the harness around herself and adjusted the straps as I watched.

"You're going to love this," she said.

She made me lay on my stomach and she got on top of me and kissed and licked my back, trailing her tongue down until she reached my asshole and began to eat it, licking all around my crack and then sliding one finger in and fucking me. I moved my knees up and waited for it. She entered me slowly, rubbing the cock around my asshole and loosening me up and then going in, filling me up as begged her to fuck me. Soon she was inside and we moved together. I begged her to spank me as we fucked and it felt so good through the pain and I began to play with my pussy as she fucked me harder. Soon I was cumming and it felt like it was going to last forever and when I finished I practically passed out in her arms. We slept through the night.

The next morning, as I was driving her to the airport, I had a daydream that what Christine had really done was fix us up, that Amanda wasn't an escort at all. Or maybe that she was one, but thought that if we hit it off, we could start dating. I tried to work up the courage to tell her this as we parked and I walked with her to the ticket agent. But as we hugged and sneaked a kiss, I didn't want to ruin it. "Call me," she said.

"I will," I said.

"You'd better."

"I will." 



Amanda



Hi everyone. My name is Katie. I'm 18 years old and live in New York. This is my first time writing anything like this. I'm not really sure how good this will turn out but I felt like I should at least give it a try. I hope you like it.

*

So...as I said before, I'm Katie & I'm 18 years old. I wanted to write & tell the story about me & my best friend Amanda. Her & I have been friends since we were 2 years old. We live a few blocks from each other & have been in the same classes together since I can remember. We do everything together. Our parents tease us that we should have been twins because we are inseparable.

Amanda is beyond gorgeous. She stands at about 5'9 inches tall & weighs about 118 pounds. She has gorgeous long blond hair that goes down to the middle of her back. She is lean & athletic with a great body. Her breasts are a 36d. I know this because we both share each others clothes. Guys...you wouldn't understand. Girls...can you imagine being able to double your wardrobe for free???!!

As for myself, I am also tall...5'9 and weigh about 125. I have shoulder length blond hair and have somewhat smaller boobs..34c. They're a full C, though. LOL! My build is similar to Amanda's in that I'm also tall & lanky...but athletic. Needless to say, we get lots of looks from the guys...and even a few from the girls!

Like I said, we're in the same school as well as the same classes so it wasn't unusual for us to both try out for the swim team together. We've both been swimming since we were kids. My grandfather taught us both how to swim and we even joined the local team. After scores of awards & medals, we were naturals for our high school team. Amanda & I out-swam every girl on our team...even the Seniors. By the time we made it to Senior year, we had broken just about every record for swimming our school had.

One night, after one of our races, Amanda & I met up with a few of the other girls from our team for some beers that Chrissy stole from her dad's stash. My folks were out of town helping my brother move so I told Amanda she could stay with me. It was me, Amanda, Chrissy, Megan & the new girl, Kelly. Chrissy is a short little brunette...maybe 5'5 with huge boobs. I have no idea how she even can swim with those things. They're easily a 38dd. Megan is tall...about 5'11 with a full mane of red hair. No, not Bozo the Clown red hair. I mean that gorgeous auburn-red hair. She's thin, but because she's so tall, she just looks big. Kelly is the new girl & she is gorgeous. She looks like a snooty little rich girl but she is far from that. She is such a sweetheart & is so down to Earth. She's got dark hair with two blond streaks down the front. She's about 5'8 & has a couple of extra pounds to her. When I say extra pounds, I mean she has big boobs. She's the kind of girl that when you see her, you either think she's fat or pregnant because her clothes tent out over her belly. Her boobs just get in the way sometimes.

Now, being amateur drinkers, the five of us got pretty bombed pretty quick. After a recharge with some pizza, we started to play drinking games that Megan's brother taught her. I was fine until we started playing Chandelier. That did me in & I vaguely remember being carried off to my bed. As I slipped in & out of consciousness, I kept hearing the girls shrieking & laughing.

I remember waking up sometime in the middle of the night with the tremendous urge to pee. I was still in a daze & my legs didn't seem to work so I thought I was still dreaming. About two hours later, I woke up again. This time, something wasn't right. I moved my hand down & felt myself. Oh My God!!!! I wet the bed!!!! I haven't wet the bed since I was like 3 or 4. I hope to God no one finds this out. I sat up & slowly climbed out of bed, my head pounding unlike anything I've ever felt before. I stripped off my wet clothes & walked to the bathroom. I didn't hear anything or anyone...there were no lights on so I figured everyone went home. I walked into the bathroom & saw a figure in the dark leaning down by the toilet. It took me a moment but then I remembered that Amanda was sleeping over & I just assumed that she was drunk & probably getting sick.

"Amanda, is that you?"

"Mmmppppfffff"

"Oh sweetie. Are you OK? Do you need me to hold your hair?"

She never responded but just kept moaning. I walked up behind her & leaned over & grabbed her hair.

"It's OK, sweetie. Just let it go. You'll feel better in the morning."

I heard the moans but it wasn't in the right place...it was up higher. I started to pay a bit more attention & things didn't seem to add up. I let go of the hair & felt my way to the door & turned on the nightlight we have. I turned around & realized that Amanda was sitting on the toilet & Kelly was down on her knees with her head in Amanda's crotch. Then I thought, well, why is Amanda sitting there while Kelly's throwing up. Hey...I never said I was a rocket scientist!! Then it hit me like a brick...Kelly was going down on Amanda!

Amanda & I are no prudes when it comes to porn. We've watched our fair share of both straight & lesbian porn. Secretly, I think we've both been curious about other girls but we never let it come to light. Now, to see Amanda getting eaten out by Kelly was just mind blowing. I didn't even know Kelly was into that sort of thing. See...it goes to show you that you never truly know anyone!

Kelly sat back on her heels & looked sort of flustered. Even though she was still drunk, she was embarrassed that she got caught. She looked at me & slowly started to cup her boobs & rub her nipples. I turned my head away & looked at myself in the mirror. It was then that I realized that I was completely naked & probably reeking of piss. I was still in a daze & leaned over & turned on the shower. Once the water was hot enough, I slid the glass open & stepped in. The water felt so good on my body. I took the soap & started to wash myself. As I scrubbed, I watched Kelly look at me, then at Amanda, then back to me. She got a look in her eye & then leaned over & started to lick Amanda again. Amanda perked back up again from her drunken stupor. I stood there & lazily caressed my body as I watched my best friend being eaten out. After about 5 minutes, I didn't hear much going on. Horny now from the show I was watching, I shut the water off & got out. Apparently, Kelly passed out in her position & Amanda was not much better. I pulled Kelly off her & laid her on the bathroom rug. I then leaned over & picked Amanda up & slowly walked out to my room. She was so heavy & I was still half drunk & we both flopped down onto the bed. I tried pulling her up onto the bed more until it dawned on me that the bed was still wet from my pee & now her clothes are wet. With much trouble, I eventually got Amanda undressed & pulled the covers over the wet spot & we both laid on top of the comforter.

As I lay there, I couldn't help but wonder about what I just saw. I had no idea that Amanda was into girls. I mean, like I said before, we've watched lesbian porn & we've talked about it. Hell, we even knew some girls from school had played around with each other. I just never thought she was that much into it. As I thought more about it, I started to slowly become wetter & wetter. Then, thinking about me getting wetter made me even more wet. I have no idea what compelled me to do it, but I slowly got up onto my knees & positioned myself right next to Amanda. With a very timid hand, I slowly reached out to her belly & touched her. Her skin was so soft & smooth and hot to the touch. I rubbed her belly for a few seconds until I got a bit bolder & slowly moved my hand up to her breasts. She was still wearing a bra but I stole a quick feel. They were so squishy & pliable. I quickly looked up at her face...yep...still out cold.

I got off the bed & slowly started to pace my room. I was at odds with myself at what I thought was about to happen. I have always wanted to try this & now was the perfect time. My morals, however, kept saying it was wrong to touch your best friend while she's passed out. My horniness won the fight.

I climbed back on the bed & moved closer to Amanda. I reached behind her & undid her bra & pulled it off her. I watched as her beautiful breasts slowly spilled down the side of her chest. Her perky pink nipples slowly getting harder & harder from being exposed. I leaned over the other way & slowly pulled her panties down. This was a little tougher, but I got them off. I started to shake a little as I saw her smooth, bald pussy just lying there. I didn't know what to do first, but the increasing pressure in my pussy was telling me I had to do something quick!

I looked up at her face to make sure she was still out cold & then I tucked my hair behind my ear & leaned down & took her nipple in my mouth. It was hard & soft at the same time. I flicked my tongue over it a few times & then with my hand, I cupped her breast & sucked more of her tit into my mouth. I wasn't sure if I was doing it right or wrong...I had nothing to gauge it with. I let go of her tit & repeated the same thing on her other one. It doesn't sound hot at all but it was certainly doing it's magic on me. My pussy was on fire at this point & I couldn't stop shaking from the excitement/anticipation. I slowly moved down to her legs & pushed them apart. I thought "well, here goes nothing!"

I leaned down & watched her tight pussy slowly open up & reveal itself. With her legs together, her pussy looked tighter than a clam shell. I've always loved pussy that looked that way. Mine, thankfully, is the same way...nice & tight. I leaned forward & took a slight sniff. Aside from it smelling a little like pee, she smelled good...like the vanilla body lotion that she always uses. I used my fingers to open her up a little more & when I touched her clit, her whole body jolted. I damn near jumped off the bed & out of my skin until I realized that she was still out. I bent down, stuck my tongue out & slowly touched her clit. It felt weird...different on my tongue. I licked another time...then another. It got to the point that I was licking her pussy like I had been doing it for years. I was so engrossed with my new found favorite activity that I never noticed Amanda open her eyes.

"Wha...what's going on? Katie...what are you doing?"

I didn't even bother to respond. Ask a stupid question...get a stupid answer! I slid my hands down under her ass & slowly started to pull her pussy closer to me. She kept trying to say things but I couldn't make it out. 

It was amazing!!! I have never had anything this good before. The more I licked, the wetter she got. The wetter she got, the wetter I got. I moved one hand out from under her & moved it immediately to my aching pussy. I rubbed my cunt so fast that my hand must have been a blur. Amanda started to moan more so I guess I was doing something right. That set me off & just as I was about to cum, she let out a soft but sexy moan. I immediately came. The feeling was so overwhelming to me that I just couldn't hold it in any longer. I practically cried into Amanda's pussy as I had the best orgasm of my life. I literally saw stars, that's how hard I came. When I finally calmed down, I started to shake again. I was so nervous. I laid back down next to her & looked at her. She looked so peaceful sleeping there. I leaned forward & lightly kissed her lips. As our lips touched, she opened her eyes & smiled. I have a feeling that this is far from over.



Amanda



With her pert young breasts and long, tan legs, Amanda just seemed like the kind of girl you'd want to corrupt. She had an innocence to her that was enticing to everyone she met, but Tiffany imagined from the start that it masked a hidden wild side aching to be let out.

They'd become the best type of girlfriends, the casual kind with a relationship focused on boys and fashion, TV shows and tabloids. And despite the fact that they were both straight, Tiffany had always felt a kind of attraction between them, a spark that excited in her a sense of challenge. It was months before she even realized it herself — hell, maybe she didn't ever realize it fully until that day. That one day.

It started out innocently enough, lunch at a cafe and a cappuccino. The conversation floated between topics as both girls sipped their beverages and laughed. Finally, as it always did, the topic of men came up. 

"Well naturally I want a guy to love me," explained Amanda. "But I also just want someone who will throw me up against the wall and fuck me, you know? Can't I have both?!"

"Of course you can!" assured Tiffany.

"Someone who will bring out my wild side," she went on. Then she paused. She thought for a brief moment. "I don't know, I guess I'm not really the wild type. More of the cotton panties and tank top girl..."

She trailed off.

"Nothing wrong with that," smiled Tiffany, her mind flashing for a split second on an image of Amanda in white, cotton panties.

"I've never even worn lingerie!" 

The conversation stopped awkwardly as the waiter dropped off the check. He smiled at the girls as if he knew what they were talking about, and Amanda blushed. When he was finally gone and out of earshot, Tiffany made an offer.

"You know, I know a lot about that stuff. I'd be happy to talk you shopping. I mean, every girl should have an arsenal of lingerie for when the right time comes."

"Really?" Amanda's eyes lit up betraying more of her inner thoughts than she would have liked. The topic made her nervous, uncomfortable. But still, this might be a golden opportunity...

"You know, there's a Frederick's a few blocks from here," Tiffany suggested. "If you want to check it out, I'd be happy to help."

"Frederick's?!" Amanda said, giggling awkwardly, as her face turned bright pink. She thought for a moment, glancing around and avoiding eye contact, as if looking directly at Tiffany would reveal some deep, hidden secret she held. 

Tiffany reached out her hand and set it on Amanda's, which was resting on the table. Her soft fingers radiated a warmth, and Tiffany squeezed gently. 

"Come on, it'll be fun."

Finally, as if bursting out with a confession, Amanda blurted out, "Alright, let's do it!"

Broad smiles spread across both faces, and, as they got up to leave, they continued holding hands.

*********** 

When they walked into Frederick's ten minutes later, they could both feel the buzz of sexual electricity in the air. Amanda stopped as she reached the center of the store and stared, looking around in utter shock and amazement at the assortment of lingerie that lined the walls around her. For her part, Tiffany just enjoyed watching Amanda.

Finally, after more than a solid minute, she gave her some encouragement.

"Come on, let's pick some stuff out."

They ripped through the store, pulling dozens of items off racks. Amanda's mouth hung open for most of the spree as she bounced between shocked and excited as more and more skimpy, kinky lingerie was pulled from the racks. When they'd finally collected about a dozen items of interest, they made their way to the dressing rooms.

"You want me to wait out here?" asked Tiffany, attempting to be sensitive to her friend's uneasiness.

But Amanda was taken aback at the gesture.

"Of course not," she said. "I need SOMEONE'S opinion on these things. Gotta know what the gents will think." 

She smiled, and both girls headed into the hallway of dressing rooms.

For the next 30 minutes, Amanda put on a fashion show worthy of a late night Cinemax movie. She'd disappear behind the curtain only to emerge moments later in some new slutty attire.

The lingerie started simply enough, with push-up bras that Amanda's tiny, young breasts took full advantage of. The bras moved from satin to lace to animal prints, each one being paired with matching panties. Tiffany would look her over each time and give her opinion, marveling as the attire got smaller and smaller. Finally, Amanda emerged wearing a sheer white bra that her perky nipples poked directly into. Either it was really cold in that dressing room, or she was enjoying this. Tiffany eyes scanned down her firm, tight body and come to rest on the matching transparent micro panties that Amanda wore. Her first thought: "Who would've guessed that such an innocent girl would shave completely." 

She was ripped away from her thought by Amanda's question:

"What do you think?"

"Mmm," said Tiffany, nearly moaning. "I like! Let's see a spin."

She turned 360 giving Tiffany her first view of Amanda's perfect ass, the little thong pulled up as tight as it could go. 

"Definitely buy that!" said Tiffany. A shudder of electricity flowed through her body that she didn't quite understand. She was definitely feeling aroused, mesmerized by the sight of her friend. Amanda just continued to smile, though, as she made her way back through the curtain to change.

"There's one more thing I want to try," she called out. "I may need help getting it on, though."

She barely got the sentence out before Tiffany was on her feet.

"No problem."

"I just need you to tie this in the back for me."

Tiffany deftly slid the curtain over to enter the changing room. Inside, Amanda had one foot up on the dressing room bench as she put on one of the most odd, intricate teddies she'd ever seen.

It was pale blue and made entirely of lace with a belt that went around Amanda's waist. The front was a sort of a bustier that pushed up her breasts so they stood at attention, but the bottom of it ended near her belly button in just two thin strings that left her bare pussy completely exposed. She'd already run the strings between her legs and needed Tiffany to tie them to the belt in the back, a feat that was accomplished in no time.

She spun around to face Tiff.

"I don't think it's on right. These strings seems so weird."

After a moment of hesitation, Tiffany reached down to make an adjustment even though she knew Amanda was wearing the teddy correctly. As she did, her finger brushed across the perfect pussy held between the strings, and Amanda shuddered and moaned. Tiffany couldn't believe it, but her finger was wet — Amanda was dripping with excitement from this experience.

There was a long pause as the girls just stared at each other. Then, without another word, Tiffany leaned forward and pushed her tongue into Amanda's mouth. Amanda whimpered as they kissed deeply for several seconds, finally pulling away.

"Wait," she said, breathlessly. "I can't do this. I'm straight."

Tiffany looked at her and smiled gently. 

"So am I."

Amanda laughed awkwardly before Tiffany went on.

"But you're so wet right now. And you know what?" she said, taking Amanda's hand and pushing it down the front of her own pants. "So am I!"

Amanda immediately felt that her panties had been soaked through and she moaned again. Tiffany just laughed as her hand reached up to caress the side of her friend's face before she leaned in and began kissing her again.

They both quickly succumbed to the feelings, their tongues dancing around in each others' mouths. Tiffany quickly moved her hand back up between Amanda's legs and slowly pushed one finger up into her now gleaming pussy. They continued to make out as she finger fucked Amanda, moving quickly to two and then three fingers. 

It only took 5 minutes for Amanda to convulse in a massive orgasm, her toes curling beneath her as she bit down on her own lip to avoid making too much noise. Tiffany laughed breathlessly, amazed that she'd just made a girl cum. Before she could fully appreciate what she'd done, though, Amanda was on her knees, pulling down Tiff's pants and lapping away at her soaked panties.

Tiffany quickly pulled them to the side, and Amanda's tongue began to dance across her clit. She closed her eyes and threw her head back as this beautiful girl tongue-fucked her against the wall of the dressing room. 

"She couldn't possible be so innocent — she must have done this before!" though Tiff. "There's no way a novice could be this good."

But she was that good, and Amanda's tongue licked deeper and faster and deeper and faster until Tiffany was riding her face. Finally, after nibbling a bit on her sopping wet pussy lips, Amanda took Tiffany's clit all the way into her mouth and sucked deeply, sending her into a spastic orgasm that nearly took down the curtain of the dressing room.

The two collapsed in a heap on the bench, shuddering and shivering in ecstasy.

"Wow!" they both breathed, simultaneously.

The looked at each other for a long time, silent and unsure of what to say. Finally, to break the awkward silence, Amanda made what she thought was a joke.

"That was fantastic. You know what the only thing missing was? A huge cock!"

Both girls laughed out loud. Then, Tiffany had a thought. She wasn't sure if she should go there, how Amanda would react, but it seemed like a good idea and she didn't know what else to say.

"You know, you're right! Let's buy all this shit and go home and surprise Tim."

She looked down at Amanda, laying beneath her, and was relieved to see a smile spread across her lips.

"Yeah," said her friend, "Let's do it!"




Amanda



Bo and Amanda had been dating for a little over a year. He had been smitten the first time he'd laid eyes on her. She was about 5'6", slender, with long, straight brown, hair, a beautiful complexion, and clear blue eyes. She was lithe and graceful, and had a playful sense of humor and a sweetness that he loved. When he'd begun going out with her, she'd let him know that didn't want anything physical; that she expected him to keep his hands to himself and be a perfect gentleman. This drove Bo nuts. He was a bit older than she, 30 to her 22, and unknown to her, he was experienced sexually. He'd tried on several occasions to push Amanda's limits physically, but she'd always nicely but firmly rebuffed his advances. He'd begun to think that he would never get anywhere with her until he'd met Amanda's best friend, Whysper. 

Amanda and Whysper had been friends since grade school. After high school, they'd gone to separate colleges, but had kept in touch and seen each other during school breaks and the like. Whysper was a couple of inches shorter than Amanda. She also had dark straight hair, but she had more curves. It was obvious to Bo that she had at least C-cup breasts and a sweet ass. However, Bo's first impression of Whysper was that she was cut from the same cloth as Amanda: sweet and pretty, but very demure and not interested in sex. That impression had changed abruptly one June afternoon. 

Bo had gotten home from work after a long day and realized he was in need of a shower. He had been outside checking on numerous jobs that day and the heat and humidity had taken their toll. He'd peeled off his clothes and stepped under the warm mist. He'd washed his hair and body and was rinsing off when he nearly jumped out of his skin as the shower curtain was pulled back. The sight he saw almost made his eyes pop out of his head. Whysper stepped into the shower with him wearing nothing but a smile. 

"What the?" he stuttered, "how did you? What?"

Whysper smiled and presses a finger to his lips, "Shh," she said softly, "Don't talk, just enjoy."

With that, she stepped under the rushing water, making her body glisten with water. Alarm bells were ringing in Bo's head. He knew he should get out of the shower now and get away from this situation. However, his penis was already getting thick from the site of Whysper's beautiful, wet body. When she took his hands and pulled him into a deep embrace, Bo was lost. She kissed him deeply as she pressed her breasts against his chest, swaying seductively. His penis was growing rapidly and was already pressing against her slit. His hands moved over her now, and feeling the softness of her body pressing against his was making him wild with desire. 

After several minutes, Whysper guided Bo to sit on the ledge at the back of the tub. She stared at him with her big, dark eyes as she knelt in front of him. He was mesmerized as she moved between his legs and, still staring into his eyes, began to lick on his rigid shaft. Whysper's fingers stroked his thighs, heightening Bo's pleasure as she circled his engorged head with her tongue and then began to suck on the tip. He groaned as she began to bob slowly up and down on his erection, taking more and more into her mouth with each stroke. Bo moaned and tried to slow his ragged breathing. Whysper's head bobbed up and down more quickly on his stiff cock and Bo could do nothing but groan. He was incredibly hard now and knew that he couldn't take a whole lot more. Whysper obviously sensed this and suddenly stopped her bobbing. She smiled, licked her lips, and then took just the head in her mouth, licking and sucking it in tempo with her hand which was now stroking his shaft. Bo moaned loudly now, bucking his hips and arching his back as the intense pleasure wound him tighter and tighter. 

He panted raggedly, "I'm gonna cum." 

Whysper just smiled and leaned back just a little as she began to stroke his penis faster from the head to the base of the shaft. Her hand moved faster and his pleasure grew more intense by the second. The cum rose from Bo's balls and he groaned loudly as he tried to hold it back just a little longer. 

"Cum on my titties, Bo," Whysper purred softly.

Bo didn't keep her waiting long. His eyes closed and his body tensed as he reached the point of no return. His penis bucked and then three huge strings of cum shot out of it landing on Whysper's heaving breasts and chest. More cum followed, gushing from his pumping cock onto Whsper's hand. Bo moaned in ecstacy as Whysper milked his erection. She smiled at him as she began to knead the cum on her breasts. 

"Oh my god," breathed Bo. 

Whysper just smiled, and leaned back, letting the warm water wash her body. After several minutes, she sat up and offered him her hands. He stood and pulled her to her feet. Whysper turned and shut off the shower, then looked at him coyly and asked, "Could I borrow a towel?"

He chuckled as he stepped out of the shower and offered her his hand. She stepped out after him and Bo opened the linen closet and tossed Whysper a towel. They had dried themselves in silence. Bo was still a little overwhelmed by what had happened and Whysper didn't seem inclined to offer an explanation. Her clothes were folded neatly on his bed and she dressed quickly as he watched her. 

She stood on her tiptoes and gave him a quick kiss. "Gotta go now," she said, "You're having dinner with Amanda at 7 tomorrow night aren't you."

Bo nodded and Whysper smiled, "Enjoy it, but be home by 10. I have something I want to talk about with you." Bo started to ask what, but she shook her head playfully and simply said, "Tomorrow," and with that she was gone. 

Bo finished dressing, his head still spinning from the sudden, unexpected encounter with his girlfriend's best friend. Whysper had always been friendly to him, but she had never flirted or shown any inkling of the vixen he'd just witnessed. Even now, his cock twitched when he thought of the sight of her sucking on his penis. His thoughts went to Amanda. Obviously, he couldn't tell her what had happened. She'd be devastated at the betrayal by both he and Whysper. He had slept fitfully that night, his mind whirling on the events of that afternoon and it's implications for his relationship with Amanda. The next day had passed quickly. Work had been a bear and had mercifully taken his mind off of the matter. However, that night as he drove to Amanda's apartment for dinner, he wondered if she'd be able to tell something was different. Thankfully, she didn't seem to sense anything wrong. She chatted animatedly about her day at the daycare over their meal. He was struck as he always was by her beauty and her innocence. He felt protective of her, but also longed to seduce her and make her his own sexually. Like most nights, the evening ended with her giving him an affectionate hug and accepting a peck on the cheek from him. 

As Bo drove home, his thoughts turned to Whysper. It was 9:30 and he wondered if she would be back as she had promised. He arrived home, turned on the porch light, and decided to pull out a bottle of wine. At 10:05, he was beginning to think that she wasn't going to show, but a minute later the doorbell rang. He answered it and there stood Whysper with a playful smile on her face. 

"Hi there," she cooed, "Think I wasn't coming?" 

"Crossed my mind," he said as she stepped inside.

"I bet I'm worth waiting for," she said playfully. Whysper was wearing an oversized jacket. Her legs were bare and it looked for all the world like she had nothing else on but a pair of flip flops. She noticed him checking her out and smiled. Bo blushed slightly and turned toward the kitchen. 

"Would you like a glass of wine?" he asked. 

"Mmm, I'd love some," she responded. 

Bo poured them both a glass and handed her one. 

"Cheers," she said softly and took a sip.

"Cheers," said Bo also taking a drink. 

Whysper drained her glass, up the wine bottle and headed for the bedroom. She beckoned him with a finger, "C'mon."

Bo drained his glass and followed her, wondering what was to come. Whysper turned the light on it's lowest setting then turned to face him as she took a long pull from the wine bottle. She handed him the bottle and he took a pull on it as she began to unbutton her jacket. She shrugged out of it and Bo nearly choked. Beneath it Whysper was wearing only a white lace bra and panties. He smiled.

Whysper giggled as she took the wine bottle back and took another drink. "Like what you see baby?" she cooed. Bo nodded. 

"Somebody's wearing too many clothes," Whysper said. She handed him the bottle back and stepped close to him. Bo took a long pull as she began to unbutton his shirt. He put the bottle to Whysper's mouth and gave her a drink as she tugged his shirt off and began to unbuckle his belt. Bo took another pull as Whysper got his fly open and practically flung his pants and boxers to the floor. Bo stepped out of them and shrugged out of his shirt. Whysper took another long drink of the wine and handed him the nearly empty bottle. 

"Finish it," she said huskily. Bo turned it up and drained it, then set it on the dresser as Whysper pressed herself against him. She kissed him deeply and he responded, letting his hands move over her back and arms, sliding down to cup her ass through the thin lace panties. She signed softly as her tongue teased his. Bo's fingers move back up and found the clasp to her bra, unhooking it. She steps back and shrugs out of it in one quick motion. They embrace again, her heavy warm breasts pressed to his chest. Bo's erection was growing steadily. They both reach for Whysper's panties at the same time. 

"Take 'em off dammit," she moaned. Bo did, pushing them to the floor in one motion. They embraced again, writhing against each other, their arousal building. Whysper pushed Bo back so that he fell back on the bed, then climbed on after him. Her tongue found his penis and she began to lick his head and erect shaft. Bo moaned as his hands ran through her hair. She quickly took him in her mouth and began to suck as she had the previous day. With an effort, Bo pushed her up off of his cock.

"I want to fuck you," he said. Whysper began to kiss up his belly, covering his chest with kisses, then his neck, then finally his mouth. They kissed hungrily as she positioned herself over his erection. Slowly, they began to move together, his erection pressed against her wet, warm slit. Their movements became faster and suddenly he slipped inside of her. Both of them moaned, and then Whysper laughed, pushing up on his chest and beginning to rock up and down on his erection. Bo smiled, guiding her hips as they established a steady rhythm. As their bodies moved together, Bo began to fondle Whysper's breasts as they hung above his mouth. 

"You wanna suck them don't you?" she asked. Without waiting for a reply, she leaned forward, giving him easy access to her nipples. Bo licked her left nipple and then sucked it deeply. Whypser moaned as Bo let it pop out of his mouth. He took the right one and repeated his actions. Again, Whysper moaned. Meanwhile, the tempo of their fucking had been slowly but steadily increasing. Whysper was panting now as she leaned back and again and began to slam her pussy up and down on his rigid cock faster and harder. 

"Cum inside me," she hissed, "Shoot it in me, Bo! Shoot it!"

Whysper was moaning and bucking; her eyes closed; her mouth open. She began to moan uncontrollably, "ohh god. Yes. Yes. Yes. Uh, uh, mmm."

Suddenly, her back arched. Her mouth flew open, but for a moment no sound emerged. Then, with a jerk, Whysper screamed and flung herself up and down on his cock. It was more than Bo's engorged member could take and with a shout, he erupted, shooting his semen deep into Whysper again and again.

Slowly, they came down. Their movements slowed and Whysper collapsed on top of him. He held her, stroking her hair and enjoying the blissful post-coital feeling. He felt her head loll and realized that she was asleep. Gently, he rolled her over, turned out the light, and curled up beside her. 

The next morning, Bo awoke to find Whysper dressing in one of his old shirts and a pair of his sweatpants. 

"Good morning," he said, stretching.

"Good morning, yourself," she said with a smile. 

Bo arose and put on a pair of shorts. Then he walked over and sat beside Whysper on the bed. 

"So," he asked, "are you ever going to tell me what this is about?"

Whysper looked at him as she brushed a strand of hair out of her face, "This is about both of us getting something we want."

"What do you mean?" Bo asked.

"Amanda," Whysper said simply.

"What does she have to do with this?" Bo asked, not sure where Whysper was going. 

Whysper sat down beside him on the bed and asked, "You want her, don't you? You want to do with her what I've been doing with you don't you." 

It was true, Bo wanted Amanda; he longed to have her respond as Whysper had. He wanted to explore her, to seduce and possess her. However, he still wasn't quite sure if he ought to tell Whyseper this. 

Whysper sensed his hesitation. "Look, I've seen the way you look at her. I know you want her, and I can help you get her."

Bo stuttered, "You can what?"

Whysper put her hand on his arm. "Look," she said, "when I went away to school, I was just like her. I had a roommate that was the exact opposite: she was a wild-ass party girl. At least once a week, I'd wake up in the middle of the night to the sounds of her getting fucked across the room. At first, I hated it; wanted out. One night though, I realized I had gotten wet listening to her moan and fuck. I started touching myself when she and her boyfriend were doing it. One night, I lost it and cried out and they heard me. I was embarrassed; wanted to crawl in a hole, but instead of making fun of me, they asked me to join them. I did, and let's just say it changed my outlook on a lot of things."

Bo was fascinated by Whysper's tale, but he still wasn't quite sure how it fit in with Amanda and him. She sensed his confusion.

"Look, Amanda is my friend," she said, "She's also, quite possibly the most inhibited girl I've ever known. You're a nice guy. I think you care about her and love her, so, I want to help the two of you, um get acquainted."

"Ok," Bo said, still not really understanding where she was going with this, "how are you going to do that?"

Whysper smiled. "She trusts me," she said, "First, I'm going to get her drunk. She loves fruit drinks, and I think I can give her some drinks, repackaged of course, that she won't realize are alcoholic. That should relax her. Then I'm going to begin to push her physical limits a bit. Once she begins to loosen up a bit, I'll have you join the fun. We'll have to go slow at first, but if we can get her to start down the path, we can get her into bed."

"We?" Bo asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, we," said Whysper, looking at him evenly, "First of all, without me, you'll never get to first base. Second, I want to be their when she has her first orgasm. Once she's over her inhibitions, then she's all yours."

"So, what were the last two nights about?" Bo asked.

"They were about getting your attention," Whysper said, "and about getting us off; this last she said with a playful smile. 

"So, are you in or not?" she asked.

Bo hesitated for only a moment. Part of his brain thought that the plan was risky and a bit deceitful. If it failed, his relationship with Amanda would end suddenly and permanently. However, the thought of seducing her and corrupting her was too tempting. If it worked, the reward would be huge. 

Bo nodded his assent. "I'm in," he said.

Over the next few weeks, Whysper began to increase the time that she spent with Amanda. She also made sure that Bo was present on many occasions. Amanda told Bo that she thought Whysper was lonely and the she felt like she needed to be there for her friend. Bo wholeheartedly agreed, saying that he didn't mind. 

Whysper had introduced the alcohol to Amanda one night when the three of them had dinner at her home. Amanda had loved the taste of it and had no clue what it was. Whysper claimed that it was a drink that one of her friends had found in Argentina. Bo had watched with amusement as Amanda had become tipsy that night. Whysper only let her have a glass and a half, claiming that she had to ration it out until her friend could get her more. Even so, having never had a drink before, Amanda became very silly during dinner; laughing, slurring her words, and talking a mile a minute. Bo had watched as Whysper had begun to touch Amanda's arm and hand. When they'd gotten up to leave, Amanda had been unsteady, and Bo had reached out to steady her, putting his arm around her. Amanda leaned against him, unwittingly pressing herself against his side. Whysper noticed and gave Bo a knowing wink. Whysper had given Amanda a longer than normal hug as they'd left, which usually reserved Amanda had returned. Bo wondered if he'd get that type of hug when he got her home, but he had to laugh when half way through the fifteen minute ride, Amanda's head had lolled as she, for all intent, passed out. When he got her to her apartment, he helped her unsteadily out and guided her to her door. He'd unlocked it and led her to her bed where she'd collapsed immediately into slumber. Bo stood looking at her for a minute, wondering if this night would lead to them sharing her bed. He fervently hoped it would. 

Over the coming weeks, Amanda's tolerance for the alcohol improved a bit, but it still took only two full glasses to have her drunk. Whysper had been steadily increasing how much she touched Amanda and guiding Bo to do the same. After about a month of steadily increasing the touching, they got together one night to watch a movie. Amanda sat between Bo and Whysper. They were all dressed in t-shirts and shorts. Whysper had poured them all generous glasses of the alcohol and served it with a bowl of popcorn. Unknown to Amanda, the movie had a fairly explicit love scene. By the time it arrived, they'd gone through several glasses of the fruity drink and Bo and Whysper both had their arms around Amanda and both were touching her arms. As the scene progressed, Whysper murmured, "Wow," as the characters writhed and moaned. Instead of turning it off as she would have before, Amanda watched dreamily. As the action intensified, Bo watched as Whysper began to touch Amanda's face lightly. She looked at Whysper with a glazed, questioning expression. Whysper leaned in and gently nuzzled Amanda's neck, whispering, "Looks like she's having fun doesn't it?" 

Amanda looked confused, her addled brain knowing that she shouldn't like this, but not quite remembering why. Meanwhile, Bo's hand had slid to Amanda's bare thigh and begun to rub it gently. As the scene got even more explicit, Amanda seemed to be in a trance. Whysper's tongue was lightly playing with her earlobe now and Bo's hand had move just below the hem of her shorts, only inches from her pussy. Amanda's eyes were half closed now and she was breathing quickly. She put her hand on Bo's, but didn't push it away. The scene ended and Bo and Whysper backed off, resuming their previous positions. 

By the time the movie ended, Amanda had imbibed three glasses of the alcohol and was passed out on Bo's shoulder. Whysper and Bo chuckled softly as she snored lightly. 

"Just leave her here tonight," Whysper said. "She's got her cell phone. If anyone needs her they'll call on that." 

Bo agreed and gently arranged Amanda on the couch. As he turned to go, Whysper took his arm and walked with him toward the door. "Tonight was a big step forward," she said with a smile. 

Bo nodded, "Definitely," he said taking Whysper in his arms. They kissed deeply, Whysper pressing herself against him. He gave her bottom a squeeze and then left for home. 




Amanda



That night he dreamed of Whysper and Amanda lying naked together. In his dream, Whysper was ravishing Amanda with kisses and squeezes. He could here Whysper's kisses and Amanda's sighs and moans. He could see Whysper dip her breasts and guide Amanda to lick her nipples. He could see Amanda buck and shake as Whysper began to munch on her pussy. And finally, when he could hear Amanda's cries and see her body writhing in orgasm, his wet dream ended as he ejaculated a huge load of cum in his shorts. 

The following Friday night, Whysper had invited them over again for another movie night. As on the previous weekend, the three of them huddled on the couch. As usual, the three of them were laughing and having fun, and as usual, Whysper had supplied a salty snack and plenty of the fruity drink. By the time the movie began, Amanda was well into her second tall glass and was feeling good. Bo and Whysper again put their arms around Amanda and again lightly touched her arms and thighs. The movie Whysper had chosen this week contained several sexual scenes. As the first one began, Amanda seemed uncomfortable. She looked down and began to blush. 

"What's wrong Manda?" Whysper cooed, breathing softly in Amanda's ear. 

Amanda started to speak, but her eyes were drawn back to the action on the screen. The actors were naked and going at it passionately. Bo and Whysper both saw Amanda's hand slide between her legs. Bo reached over and gently covered her hand with his and he almost jumped when her other hand reached over and touched his leg. Ever so gently, Bo rubbed Amanda's hand. He stole a glance at her and saw her mouth open slightly as she breathed faster. Whysper's hand was gently rubbing Amanda's thigh while her tongue traced Amanda's earlobe. 

The scene ended and Bo moved his hand back up to rest on Amanda's arm and Whysper laid her head on Amanda's shoulder. They both noticed that Amanda's hand didn't leave her crotch for several minutes. 

The final sex scene was near the end of the movie. By that time, Amanda had gone through another glass and a half of the drink and was fighting to stay awake. As the sultry scene came on she watched with glazed eyes. As Bo stroked her arm, her hand again went to her crotch and he again covered his hand with hers, applying gentle pressure. Whysper's hand again moved to Amanda's thigh, rubbing gently up and down. Whysper also began to nuzzle Amanda's neck. Amanda squirmed slightly as the sensation tickled. 

The couple on the screen was kissing deeply as they made love. Amanda seemed mesmerized by their kissing and Whysper asked softly, "Does that look like fun?" Amanda nodded weakly. Whysper looked at Bo and turned and kissed Amanda on the cheek softly. She didn't resist and so Bo kissed her other cheek. Bo could feel Amanda's hand moving against her crotch now and it made his cock begin to stir in his pants. He gently kissed up Amanda's jaw to her lips where he met Whysper. Amanda's eyes were closed now, her breathing quick. Whysper softly kissed her lips. At first, Amanda didn't respond, but when Whysper pulled back, Amanda sighed, so Whysper kissed her again. This time when she pulled back, Bo leaned in and kissed Amanda. Amanda seemed surprised by this, but not alarmed. After a second, she responded slightly to Bo's kisses too. 

The scene on the screen was reaching it's climax with a lot of moaning and crying out. Amanda's fingers continued to move against her crotch and she was breathing was heavy. Whysper leaned across her and kissed Bo deeply, then moved back to kissing Amanda's cheeks and neck as the scene ended. After several minutes, Amanda seemed to realize what she'd been doing and abruptly moved her hand. Bo stroked her hair and gently caressed her thigh as the movie ended. By this time, Amanda's breathing had become deep and steady. Her heavy eyelids had closed and she had nodded off against Bo. 

Bo looked over at Whysper. Her eyes were locked on Amanda and her hand was rubbing her own crotch firmly. Bo smiled, his cock still stiff from what had happened earlier. 

Whysper asked huskily, "Is she out?"

Bo raised Amanda's arm and dropped it. Amanda didn't stir. He poked her; nothing. He nodded to Whysper. 

"Thank god!" she croaked, "Get her settled and come with me."

Bo rotated Amanda's legs up onto the couch, put a pillow under her head, and covered her with a blanket. Then, he turned out the lights and almost ran to Whysper's bedroom. As he stepped into the room, she closed and locked the door behind him and they came together in a desperate embrace; kissing and licking and pawing each others clothes off. Within seconds, they were both naked and grinding against each other. Bo was already fully erect and Whysper was incredibly wet. Quickly, Bo turned her so she had her back to him as they stood at the foot of Whysper's bed. She took the hint and bent at the waist. Bo instantly moved up close behind her and began rubbing his erection against her wet pussy. She adjusted her position slightly and he slid inside her with ease. 

Both of them moaned as their aroused sexes connected. Bo grabbed Whysper's hips and began to stroke her pussy with his throbbing erection.

"Yessss," she moaned, "Yesss, don't hold back! Oh my god, I'm so horny. Fuck me!"

Bo didn't need any urging and he thrust in and out of her sodden pussy with abandon. Whysper was supporting herself with one hand and rubbing her clitoris with the other. She buried her face in the bedspread to try and muffle her passionate cries. Bo could never remember being so aroused. After only a few short minutes, his cock felt as if it would burst. Suddenly, Whysper stiffened and screamed into the bedspread as she climaxed, bucking and shaking. The feel and sight of it drove Bo over the edge and with a grunt his penis erupted, sending long streams of his cum spurting into Whysper. She moaned, impaling her soaked pussy on Bo's squirting rod. 

After several rapturous moments, they slowly came down. Bo leaned over Whysper on shaking legs, running his hands up her flanks to gently cup and squeeze her soft breasts. As his erection slowly waned, he gently withdrew from her. She pulled herself fully onto the bed and turned over to look up at him. 

"Mmm," she purred drowsily, "that was good. I wish you didn't have to go."

"Me too," sighed Bo, "but if I spend the night, there will be too many questions."

"I know," Whysper smiled, "we've made too much progress to ruin it now." 

Bo nodded, watching as the combination of the alcohol and the sexual release pulled Whsyper irresistibly toward sleep.

"Good night," he whispered, kissing her cheek softly.

"G'ni," she slurred as her eyes closed and she fell asleep.

The next week, Amanda had been the one to suggest that the three friends do dinner and a movie and had offered to host. Bo and Whysper had readily agreed. Whysper had brought along a good supply of the fruity intoxicant and had picked a movie that was little more than a soft-core porn movie, especially toward the end. The three of them settled on the couch with Bo and Whsyper on either side of Amanda as usual. It was dark, the only light coming from a small lamp and the television. As in previous weeks, Amanda was enjoying the drinks. She'd finished her first glass as they were talking before the movie, and begun a second one, which Whysper topped off as the movie began. 

The plot of the movie was fairly lame and Amanda had become giggly over how predictable it was. Her silliness continued as she consumed another glass of the alcohol. She was beginning to tire and was half lying on Bo by the time the first sexual scene came on. Amanda made no effort to look away, watching as the couple on the screen sensually removed each other's clothing and began to kiss and touch each other's bodies. Bo was gently stroking her hair and her right hand while Whysper had her head on Amanda's left shoulder and had let her hand drop gently to Amanda's left thigh. Amanda had begun to breathe more quickly and her hand had move to her chest as the man on the screen began to ravish his partner's heaving breasts. 

The scene ended abruptly with the on-screen couple being interrupted. When it did, all three of them jumped. There was a pause and then Amanda burst out giggling. Whysper and Bo shared a relieved look and joined the laughter. Amanda jumped unsteadily to her feet and announced that she had to pee. While she was gone, Whysper refilled everyone's glass. Amanda returned and the other two took turns going to the bathroom. By the time Bo and Whysper settled back on the couch, Amanda had finished off another half a glass of the drink. 

They resumed the movie and after a few minutes, another sexual scene began. This scene began much like the previous one had, except that the couple wasn't interrupted. Soon, their bodies were writhing together and they were moaning with pleasure. Bo looked at Amanda and saw that her mouth was open and her hand was on the crotch of her shorts. Bo felt himself stiffening as he slid his hand lightly down Amanda's arm and covered her hand with his. He began to nuzzle her ear and softly lick the earlobe. Bo felt Amanda shiver with pleasure and began to lightly press on her that was covering her crotch, applying gentle rhythmic pressure. 

For her part, Whysper was rubbing on Amanda's left thigh and nuzzling her neck, kissing and licking toward her mouth. Whysper's mouth found Amanda's and she kissed her lightly. Amanda didn't resist, so Whysper let her tongue lightly trace her lips, and then kissed her more firmly. Amanda sighed and seemed slightly uncomfortable, but she didn't break the kiss. 

The couple on the screen was approaching their climax, their moans and the other sounds of their lovemaking grew louder and more passionate. Bo increased the tempo and pressure on Amanda's hand and she responded by pushing her hips up to meet the pressure. 

With passionate cries, the on-screen couple reached their orgasm and slowly eased down. After several minutes, the scene ended. Amanda didn't seem to notice. She didn't break the kiss with Whysper or move her hand from between her legs. After several more minutes, she finally broke the kiss and moved her arm. Whysper left her hand on Amanda's thigh and Bo still had his on the hand that she'd been using to rub herself, which now rested on Bo's thigh, only inches from his stiff penis. 

Whysper had set a container of the drink on the table. She picked it up and took a drink from it and offered it to Amanda. Amanda took it and took several long swallows before passing it to Bo who also took some before setting it down on the end table beside him. Shortly, the third and final sex scene began on the television. As it did, Bo leaned in and began to nuzzle Amanda's neck. To his surprise, she turned her head and kissed him, squeezing his hand gently. Whysper let her hand slowly rise up Amanda's left thigh as the action on the screen again intensified. She lightly rested her hand between Amanda's legs and could feel the heat even through her clothes. On-screen, the man entered his partner and as they established a steady rhythm, the bed they were on began to squeak with each thrust. Whysper began to rub Amanda, matching her tempo to the on-screen coupling. Bo's tongue probed gently and Amanda hesitantly opened her mouth. Bo deepened the kiss, teasing her tongue with his. The couple on the screen increased their tempo and so did Whysper. As her hand moved faster, Amanda's breathing became ragged and her hips began to push back against Whysper's hand. Amanda let go of Bo's hand and covered Whysper's with her own. She made no move to stop her, just placed her hand on top. As they continued to kiss, Bo let his hand slide easily up under the hem of her shirt. He gently rubbed her belly, working his hand slowly upward towards her bra. 

The movie scene ended, but the three of them continued to make out. Amanda was sighing and making low sounds in her throat as Whysper continued to rub her. Amanda and Bo continued to kiss, with Amanda responding with increasing ardor. Bo's fingers found the bottom of Amanda's bra and traced it. She shivered, but made no move to stop him. 

The movie ended and the only sounds were that of Whysper's hand moving steadily between Amanda's legs, the sounds of Bo and Amanda kissing, and Amanda's sighs and low moans. After a few more minutes, Amanda pulled back and laid her back on the sofa. Bo let his hand come out from under her shirt and return to her right thigh and Whysper returned hers to Amanda's left thigh. Amanda's breathing was ragged and she looked from Whysper to Bo with a glazed, lustful expression. 

"Are you enjoying his?" Whysper asked softly. 

Amanda nodded and whispered, "Yes."

"Why don't we go to your room and we can get more comfortable," Whysper suggested huskily.

Amanda nodded again and tried to stand, but almost fell she was so intoxicated. Bo steadied her, and with Whysper following led her into the bedroom. Whysper turned on two small lamps on either side of Amanda's queen sized bed. The three of them stood at the foot of the bed with Bo now behind Amanda and Whysper in front of her. Whysper gently pushed a stray hair out of Amanda's face. 

"You're so beautiful," she cooed softly as she leaned in and kissed Amanda. 

Amanda shivered, but reached out and put her hands on Whysper's hips to steady herself and returned the kiss. Bo let his hands move lightly over Amanda's mid-section, moving them in lazy circles that grew slowly larger, moving closer to her crotch and her chest. Whysper's hands were stroking Amanda's back and moving downward toward her bottom. Bo began to kiss Amanda's neck as his hands began to move over Amanda's breasts and pussy as they meandered over her. All three of them were breathing heavily now. 

Slowly, Amanda's hands began to move up Whsyper's back and then down her sides, exploring hesitantly. Whysper's hands had reached Amanda's butt and were squeezing and rubbing on it as she and Amanda deepened their kiss. Bo moved closer and one of Whysper's hands reached out and found the tent in his shorts and rubbed it a bit before returning to Amanda's bottom. 

Amanda's hands now brushed across Whysper's breasts and she pulled back as if shocked, breaking the kiss and trying to move back, but finding Bo immediately behind her. Whysper gently took her hands and said, "It's ok. 

With that she slowly pulled her shirt over her head and let it drop to the floor. With her eyes locked on Amanda's, Whysper then reached back and unhooked her bra, shrugged, and let it fall off her shoulders to the floor. Amanda seemed mesmerized, afraid, but able to look away from Whysper's large breasts. Gently, Whysper took Amanda's hands and placed them on her breasts. Amanda gasped, but then began to fondle them. Whysper smiled, covering Amanda's hands with hers and guiding her touches. Bo let his hands move between Amanda's legs. He could feel the heat emanating from her pussy through her clothes and he began to rub gently. Amanda let out as soft moan. 

After several minutes of this, Whysper said softly, "Your turn, now."

Bo took Amanda's hands and raised them over her head as Whysper pushed Amanda's shirt up and over her head, letting it drop to the floor. Amanda shivered, her breathing now quick and ragged. Bo gently lowered her arms and then unhooked her bra. He lightly kissed her neck and shoulders as he pushed it off her shoulders to reveal her small breasts. 

Whysper stepped close again, taking Amanda's face in her hands and resuming their kiss. Bo's hands covered Amanda's breasts and began to fondle and squeeze them, feeling her nipples stiffen. She moaned, her senses addled and overwhelmed by the pleasure she was feeling. 

Bo pressed up against Amanda from behind as he fondled her breasts and kissed her neck. She sensed his erection and was startled again. Whysper sensed Amanda's uncertainty and said, "It's ok, baby."

With that she reached back and brushed the tent in Bo's shorts with her hand. 

"Take them off," she said. Bo gave her a questioning look, but she just nodded. 

He stepped back and unhooked his belt. Whysper turned Amanda so that she was behind her with both of them facing Bo. Bo unsnapped his shorts, pulled down his zipper. Amanda's eyes were locked on his crotch. His erect cock popped up as he lowered his shorts and boxers to the floor.. She kept staring at his crotch even as Whysper slowly and gently unbuttoned her shorts and pushed her shorts and panties to the floor. Now it was Bo's turn to stare. He reached out and took Amanda's hands drawing her to him and kissing her deeply, careful not to let his erection touch her pussy yet. As they kissed, Whysper quickly removed her shorts and went and sat on the bed with her back to the headboard. 

Bo noticed her and led Amanda to the bed, letting her climb into the middle between he and Whysper. Amanda was shaking with a mixture of desire and fear. They sat for a moment as they had on the couch earlier, their arms around Amanda, their hands lightly rubbing her thighs. Amanda looked from one to the other, gently touching Bo's thigh and Whysper's arm. Whysper leaned in and kissed Amanda and she responded. Bo's fingers found their way between Amanda's legs and he began to rub her gently. He could feel her heat and dampness. She signed softly.

Whysper broke their kiss, looked deep into Amanda's glazed eyes, and slowly straddled her. Amanda's eyes went wide as Whysper moved close so that her breasts were inches from Amanda's face. 

"Touch them," Whysper breathed.

Amanda reached up tentatively and placed her hands on Whysper's large breasts. Whysper covered her hands with her own and guided her to knead and fondle them. Bo turned toward them, got on his knees and leaned in and kissed Whysper. She returned the kiss heatedly, moaning softly as his hand moved between her legs. Now, she moved Amanda's hands away from her breasts. She placed her right nipple inches from Amanda's lips and whispered, "Suck on it."

As if in a trance, Amanda obeyed leaning, taking it between her lips and sucking it lightly. One of her free hands moved immediately between her legs and she began to rub her damp pussy. Whysper took Amanda's free hand and guided it to Bo's erection, guiding her to rub it. Bo moaned.

They stayed like that for several long minutes, all three of them enjoying the sensations going their bodies. Finally, Whysper again broke their embrace. She sat back in front of Bo and Amanda, looking at Amanda's aroused, glazed expression. 

Almost inaudibly, she asked, "Would you like to make Bo cum?"

Almost hesitated only briefly, and then nodded. Whysper got up and retrieved her purse, pulling out a bottle of lubricant. She knelt in front of them on the bed, taking Whysper's hand and pouring some into it, then pouring some into her own. She reached out and covered Bo's erection with her slick hand, rubbing from the base of the shaft to the head slowly. Bo made a low, guttural sound in his throat. Whysper then took Amanda's hand that contained the lubricant and guided it to Bo's shaft, gently showing her how to stroke it. Bo almost came right then at the sight of Amanda's hand sliding up and down his slick penis. He closed his eyes and tried to focus on anything but the intense pleasure in his loins, knowing that he wouldn't be able to hold back for long. Whysper now had one hand between her legs and the other rubbing her breasts and pulling on her nipples. 

"Faster," she hissed, and Amanda's small hand sped up. All of their eyes were locked on Amanda's hand moving up and down Bo's throbbing penis, the steady motion mesmerizing them. Bo began to move his hips to meet Amanda's hand. Whysper moaned and told Amanda to add her other hand. Amanda seemed reluctant to pull that hand from between her legs, but she did, and now both of her hands were flying up and down Bo's engorged shaft. The addition of the second hand was more than he could bear. Whysper sensed his imminent climax and leaned close, holding her breasts ups for him. "Shoot it on my tits, Bo" she moaned.




Amanda



"Oh god yes," he moaned as he felt his climax coming, "Yes! YES!"

Amanda felt Bo's shaft swell and begin to buck and she gasped as five shots of cum erupted from his penis and covered Whysper's breasts. She gasped again as more cum covered her stroking hands. 

Whysper smiled and went to retrieve a towel and a warm wash cloth from the bathroom. When she returned, Amanda was still gently stroking Bo's shrinking erection as the two of them kissed passionately. Whysper cleaned herself up, then cleaned Amanda's hands, then she looked Amanda in the eye and said softly, "Your turn."

With that, she sat back against the headboard and had Amanda lay her head on her lap. Bo straddled Amanda. He turned and kissed Whysper, then kissed Amanda deeply on the lips. Slowly, he moved down her body, kissing and licking. Whysper's fingers gently rubbed Amanda's pussy as Bo began to kiss and lick her breasts and erect little nipples. Amanda gasped and sighed as Bo licked and sucked them. He moved lower, kissing over her belly and her hips. By this time, she was moving against Whysper's hand. As Bo moved lower, Whysper put her hand lightly on his shoulder. Amanda's eyes were locked on Bo with a mixture of arousal and fear. Whysper saw the look and gently lowered her breasts to Amanda's mouth. Amanda didn't hesitate this time, licking and sucking on Whysper's big, dark nipples. 

Bo reached her pussy and began to rub on it. Amanda was already quite wet. He rubbed her, finding her clit and applying gently pressure as he licked and kissed her inner thighs. She was sighing deeply now, breathing quickly and moving her hips against his fingers. He rubbed firmly, moving slowly deeper into her wet pussy. Amanda moaned now, a long low of pleasure of a level she had never imagined. Now, Bo pressed his face to her pussy and began to lick her clitoris as his fingers moved quicker. She was bucking up against him now, moaning and squirming as his fingers and tongue fucked her. Whysper began squeezing Amanda's nipples, heightening her pleasure even more. 

"Ohhhh," Amanda cried out as her climax neared. 

Bo's tongue swirled around her clitoris as his fingers flew in her hot, wet pussy. She was moaning loudly, bucking and thrusting her pussy into his face. 

Suddenly, her body stiffened and she threw her head back and screamed. Bo licked and rubbed her ardently as her orgasm overtook her.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ohmgod, ohgod OHGOD YESSSS!!!!" Amanda screamed as she shook with her first orgasm. 

Bo let her down, slowing the pace of his fingers and withdrawing his tongues. Amanda continued to moan softly, her head lolling from side to side, a dreamy smile on her face. Whysper lightly stroked her hair and face. Bo moved to sit beside her now, taking her hand and kissing it gently. Amanda looked up him with a sleepy smile. 

Whsyper was rocking Amanda gently as she continued to stroke her hair. When combined with the amount of alcohol Amanda had imbibed and release of tension from her orgasm, Whysper's efforts lulled Amanda into a deep sleep in only minutes. With Bo's help, she pulled Amanda to the right side of the bed, making sure she was covered and out cold. 

Whysper turned back to Bo, whose penis was again half erect after watching and feeling Amanda's orgasm. 

"I need to cum," she moaned huskily, lying back beside Amanda and opening her legs. 

Bo covered her and they kissed passionately. His penis quickly grew completely hard again as Whysper ground her hot pussy against it. 

"Fuck me," she moaned, "Fuck me, NOW!"

Bo entered her with ease and began to thrust steadily, just inside her pussy. Whysper moaned and arched her back. 

"Harder! Faster! More!" she cried and Bo complied.

Whysper's pussy was squeezing Bo's cock and driving him toward another orgasm. He groaned with pleasure. She was panting now, bucking agasint him, her pussy incredibly hot and wet. Their orgasms came suddenly and intensely. They stiffened and cried out as Whysper wrapped her legs around him. She buried her head in his chest to muffle her screams as her body exploded. His own release was equally intense as he filled her pussy with the remainder of his cum. 

Slowly, their motions slowed and the intensity of their pleasure ebbed. Whysper smiled and kissed him as he rolled off of her. 

"Oh my god, that was good," she slurred. 

"Yes," he said as he lay between Amanda and Whysper, "and it's only the beginning."



Amanda



John knew as soon as he saw the arm come out the window that it was her. He'd driven through this same coffee shop since the first day it was built. On the day Amanda was hired, he noticed her. Now, three cars removed from the window, he recognized the skin, the way she held her hand, and the way she pulled her arm back in with the money.

He waited. The arm returned with a drink. The line inched forward. This time he saw her arm and her shoulder. She wore a dark blue top. When he was one car back, he finally saw just a fleeting glimpse of her face.

Then it was his turn.

Every morning he felt the same anticipation. On days she didn't work, he was disappointed nearly to the point of depression. But when he knew she was there—like today—his heart raced. The car came to a stop at the window. He grabbed his money and turned toward the window.

Her oval-shaped face glowed along with her smile, the perfect skin shining back at him. As always, her black hair was pulled back tight, hanging in a single pony tail to the middle of her shoulders.

"Hi, John," she said cheerfully.

"Hi, Amanda," he said, reaching out with the exact change, as he almost always did.

He watched her graceful motions. He watched the prominent cheekbones in her pastel face as she smiled. He looked into her dark eyes as she reached out with his drink.

"Thanks. See you tomorrow," he said.

"Have a great day," she answered.

He drove away. Happy.

He often wondered about her age. He settled on twenty three for some reason. She seemed older than a college kid, but not much. She moved and talked and acted more mature. Would that make him, fifty seven, her father's age? Older than her father?

For whatever reason, John thought of her as single. Oh, sure. She didn't wear any rings, but that didn't mean much these days and perhaps she didn't wear them at work, thus avoiding having to worry about a stone accidentally not coming back inside the window.

Or perhaps he simply wished she was single, for the sake of his daydreams. Yes, John daydreamed about Amanda all the time.

A widower, John had lots of time alone to fantasize about pretty, young girls. But it was only Amanda he thought about. His picture of her was not complete until the Saturday he entered the shop, rather than drive through. She was at her usual spot in the window. John's first glance was at the firm, round ass tightly contained in her jeans. When she turned, he looked up at her breasts. Under the apron and shirt it was hard to discern, but they appeared nothing more than adequate and firm.

They acknowledged each other as he ordered and waited. She floated quickly from the window to the cash register to the counter with her drinks. It was from that moment on that John fantasized about no other woman.

Amanda was an introvert in every sense of the word. The death of her father when she was very young was a shock. But being the oldest child, she found herself having to work all through high school and during the first couple years most kids her age were in college. She had no social life to speak of.

The first time she experimented with an old video camera her mother had, Amanda was hooked. It became a means of expressing herself. Ideas that otherwise would have been hidden behind Amanda's shy exterior were easily stated on video.

When her family could finally afford college, assisted by grants and other financial aid, Amanda quickly enrolled in cinematography. She loved the older professors and the attention they devoted to her. It was the type of caring she never got from her father.

Also, she found the two or three year age difference between herself and most of the guys in her classes made a huge difference in maturity. She wanted a man, not a boy.

The daily drive-through and weekend visits continued. On an otherwise average Monday, John checked his mail after work and found the normal junk, plus a small manila folder with just 'John' in the center and 'Amanda' where the return address would go. No postage had been used.

He took the mail inside and opened the folder. It contained a single CD with no label. Thoroughly confused, John sat at his computer and inserted the CD into a drive. Then, he sat back and waited.

The video began with Amanda walking through the living room of an apartment or condo. The camera was stationary and she stayed within frame the entire time. John watched her undo her pony tail and shake out her beautiful, black hair. She ran her hands through it, allowing the natural, unkempt style to fall into place. She kicked off her shoes and untucked the shirt that hugged her luscious body.

With no apron on, he got a better silhouette view of her breasts. His opinion of them went up a notch. She walked towards the hallway, her ass swaying with every step she took.

The video jumped to Amanda in her bedroom. It was a modern room with very little clutter. Wall hangings were scarce and the dresser contained few objects on top. The bed was small with a multi-patterned quilt.

Amanda strode to the center of the frame, at the foot of the bed, and put her hands on the bottom of her shirt. With a quick pull, the top was over her head and she tossed it onto the bed. She wore a plain white bra. She turned to provide a full view of her breasts. But nothing about her movements indicated it was done for the camera. It was as if the camera was not there. She never looked at it; never changed expressions.

She unbuttoned her jeans and pulled down the zipper. With a barely detectable wiggle of her hips, she pushed the pants down. She bent at the waist and John's eyes traveled quickly from her breasts to the curve of her ass. The matching white panties rode low on her hips and hid very little when she stood back up at a slight angle to the camera.

Amanda spun and began walking toward the dresser. Her hands easily unhooked her bra and she removed it while she walked. Not even a hint of her bare breasts was visible to John, and he checked the mirror on the dresser. Nothing.

She stopped and put her thumbs inside the top of her panties. She began to push them down. Immediately, the video jumped to Amanda in the bathroom.

She was sliding open the glass shower door. The camera showed her from the very top of the ass up, naked. She stepped behind the door and closed it.

John stared at the outline of Amanda's body, nearly all of it visible now that she had moved a couple more feet away from the camera. Only a ghostlike image of her survived through the thick glass, but he could follow her motions as she washed her hair and used a sponge with body wash to do the rest. She lingered at her breasts and between her legs, resting a foot on the ledge as she washed.

Every now and then, if she brushed up against the glass, a sharper image emerged. But John never got the benefit of a clear view.

After what otherwise was a routine shower, Amanda moved to the back of the shower and began to slide open the door.

The scene moved once again to her bedroom. Amanda sat on the end of the bed. All John saw was her head and bare shoulders. She spoke:

"Hi, John. I hope you aren't mad that I followed you home one Saturday. I wanted to know where to leave this CD. Hope you liked it. If you would like to see another one, write 'Yes' on one of the bills you hand me at the coffee shop. I'll deliver the next CD the same way. Bye for now."

She ended the video with a kiss.

John leaned back in his chair, caught his breath, and felt his cock straining against his underwear. After a few seconds, he popped the CD out, and then pushed the disk back in. He watched the video again. And again.

A million thoughts went through his head that night. The video could very well have been shot without anybody's assistance and with basic editing skills, he concluded. Amanda purposely chose not to expose ANY private body parts. It was an artful tease.

The question was: Why? Why him? Why a fifty seven year old man with gray hair at the temples who she never said more than a sentence to at any one time?

John opened the laptop computer on the bed next to him. He inserted the CD and began to masturbate. Midway through the second viewing, while Amanda was unhooking her bra, John unloaded the first of many streams of cum inside his boxers.

###

The next morning, before leaving the house, John wrote 'Yes!' on a dollar bill. There was only one car in line in front of him at the coffee shop and he had little time to calm his nerves before seeing Amanda. He pulled out his wallet and made sure the marked bill was on top when it came time to pay.

"Hi, John."

"Hi, Amanda."

She took the money and instantly grinned wider than normal. As she handed out the drink, she said, "I hope you enjoy it."

"Oh, I'm sure I will. Thanks, Amanda."

He drove off, wondering how he would make it through the day knowing what might be in the mailbox when he got home. Unfortunately, the mail did not contain any gifts from the beautiful girl and John felt a deeper despair than when Amanda wasn't at work. To compound matters, she WASN'T at work the next morning.

John acted like an addict in withdrawal. He couldn't concentrate at work and wondered if, in fact, she got the message on the bill. He'd have to think of a way to bring it up the next time he saw her.

There was no need. In the mail that evening was another folder. He practically ran to the computer once he had the CD out.

His hands shook as he pushed the drive shut. Soon, the video began.

Amanda sat on the edge of the bed. Her entire body was visible, and she wore a short robe. It was tied loosely at the waist, allowing a tempting view inside the top without revealing her breasts. One leg hung over the edge and the other was on the bed, bent at the knee. The robe was strategically placed to show plenty of thigh, but no more.

"Hi, John. I'm SO glad you agreed to another video. I really enjoy seeing you every day. I hope you feel the same about me. Did you like the last CD? I'm not normally a tease like that, but I needed to know if you wanted to continue with more videos or not. That was a definitive 'Yes' you gave me, so it must be OK."

She put her hand on the inside of her raised thigh, gently stroking it just above her unseen pussy.

"Sometimes I come home and I think about you, John. I wonder what it would be like to have a good looking, mature man like you around. It would be so sexy to get in my robe and help you unwind from your long day. I get excited thinking about you, John."

With that, Amanda fell backwards onto the bed. Her hand held the robe in place over her pussy. The top half of the robe lie flat against her body, revealing everything except what John wanted to see.

"Almost every day I get home and I lie here, just like this, thinking about us together. I imagine you getting undressed while I wait for you."

Amanda's hand began a slow, but undeniable, journey up and down her pussy on top of the robe. Her legs spread apart another few inches. Her other hand slid inside her robe at breast level.

"That first vision of your cock, starting to harden at the thought of what we might do, is so wonderful. You finally get naked and I stare at your body, wanting it so badly."

John's cock was, in fact, starting to harden at the thought; the thought of what Amanda might do in the video. He prayed she wouldn't tease him this time. He opened his pants and stroked himself through his underwear as the video continued.

Amanda's hand rested on her breast, massaging it quite clearly although covered by the robe.

"Are you naked right now, John? I think it would be neat if you were. Go ahead. Get naked and I'll wait for you."

John's heart pounded as Amanda played with her tit and pussy, revealing nothing more but not having to. John's mind was filling in the blanks. It took him less than two minutes to get naked and sit back in his chair. His erection was all but complete.

Amanda looked up at the camera. "Ahhh, that's better. That's the way I want to see you."

She rolled onto her side, turning in such a way that she still faced the camera, although not directly. She pulled one leg over the other. Her hand was still there. It seemed obvious, now, that nothing was between her hand and her pussy and more of her breasts were showing.

"I think a man your age would be wonderful in bed, John. I bet you know what a woman wants, and needs. I bet you wouldn't rush sex. You might even ask me what I want. That would be awesome, having a guy ask me what I want in bed. You know what I'd say, John?"

He was now as hard as a rock. He stroked himself deliberately, not knowing how long Amanda might carry on. He caught himself almost answering her, realizing at the last second it was a video.

"I'd say I wanted you to come over and take off my robe. It would be great to watch you lean over me, reaching for the center of the robe."

As she spoke, Amanda rolled onto her back and untied the loose knot. At the same time John's eyes got their first peek at her body, the camera angle switched and he was viewing her from the side.

"Your hands would lightly pull back the robe, John, and you would look down at me."

She pulled the robe apart. But still, to John's dismay, Amanda refused to uncover the nipples on her gently sloping breasts. She made up for it by allowing his first glimpse at the small patch of dark hair above her pussy. Overall, the subtle curves of her body became more evident and John's masturbation became a little more fervent.

"You would touch me."

Amanda ran her hands up the inside of her thighs, past her pussy, over her hips, and onto her stomach.

The camera angle changed again. Amanda's hands were on her stomach, still, but John was looking down her body as if he stood behind her head. Amanda moved her hands to her cleavage. Her palms were lifted and only her fingers slid between her breasts. Then she skimmed her fingers across the tops of her breasts and pulled back the robe.

She did not let go until her entire body, except her shoulders and arms, were uncovered. She lie still for a moment with her arms at her side and her legs slightly spread. John scanned every inch of her, methodically rubbing his cock. Then Amanda lifted both legs, bent at the knees, and put her feet on the bed.

The camera jumped to the foot of the bed. The girl's bent legs prevented a view of her pussy, but not the rest of her luscious body.

"Your touches have made me really horny, John, and I want you to make love to me. I ask you to take off my robe."

Amanda straightened her legs over the end of the bed. Now, for the first time, John could see the youthful 'vee' between her legs. She held them closely together as she leaned up and then stood, close to the camera but still far enough away that he could see her from head to knees.

She stared straight into the lens and let her robe fall from her shoulders and down her arms. It fell out of sight and she was naked.

"It feels so good to be naked with you so close to me. Now, show me how much you want me, John."

He was going to have to stop masturbating soon or risk cumming before the end of the video. He watched, with his cock twitching in his lap.

Amanda leisurely rotated until her beautiful ass faced the camera. Then she got back onto the bed, making sure her ass and pussy were in full view for a few seconds before rolling gracefully onto her back. John had just been given a full look at the most beautiful woman he'd ever known.

The camera angle changed again to an amazing shot, looking almost straight down onto her body, showing everything from mid-thigh to the top of her head. It truly gave John a sense of preparing to lower his body onto hers for sex.

"John, I want you now. Please put that big cock of yours between my legs so I can feel you enter me."

He had to stroke himself again out of pure lust.

Amanda put one hand on her tit and the other between her legs. John watched one hand play with a nipple and the other with her pussy.

"That's it. Right there."

Amanda's eyes were closed. A single finger was ready to plunge into her cunt.

"Yes. Yesssss! Oh God, John. Deeper!"

Her finger disappeared inside her body. When it couldn't go any farther, she began to slide it in and out. Her lips parted and her head tilted back. She squeezed her nipple and pulled on it, until finally a moan could be heard. Amanda then settled into a steady masturbation that John matched stroke for stroke.

In his fifty seven years, John had never watched a woman make herself cum. He gazed at every inch of her body, not knowing what to fix his eyes on. He wanted to see it all. Her face reddened the longer she played with herself; her nipples hardened at her touch; her hips rose and fell as if she was fucking her hand; and, her legs crept wider apart with each passing minute.

The previous tease video she delivered had taught him to expect the unexpected from Amanda. He thought he'd scream out loud if the video ended without an orgasm from her.

But the squeals were more likely to come from her. She moaned louder and rubbed her clit. Amanda pressed down on her breast with her palm and rolled the nipple between her fingers. Her hair flapped as her head shook from one side to the other in preparation for her climax.

"John! Fuck me! Fuck me until I cum!"

She started to writhe a little more on the bed, occasionally lifting her ass off the quilt and applying renewed pressure to her clit or driving her finger deeper into her cunt. All the while, she moaned and cried out for more.

"You feel so good," she said more calmly at one point. "You're so big, John. So thick. I can feel you pulse inside me."

John was the one feeling the pulse. His cock ached in his palm, needing to unload. A drop of precum jumped onto his stomach as he shook his cock, followed by several more drops of the sticky fluid.

"Harder, John. I'm close! Oh God! I'm so close!"

Amanda was frantically rubbing herself. Her body shook under the force of the hand between her legs. Her breasts rolled on her chest.

"Oh fuck. Now! Now, John! Yessssss!"

Amanda's lower body rose from the bed and she began to cum. Cries of pleasure blared out of the computer speakers as the girl's orgasm grew stronger and stronger. Her face contorted with each wave that swept over. Still, she kept rubbing her clit and pulling on her nipples.

She repeatedly called out John's name.

He couldn't stop the sudden and forceful shot of cum that flew from his cock and landed on his chest. Then, multiple streams of white fluid began to accumulate around his navel as he came again and again. Amanda begged for him to fuck her, and John grunted more cum out of his cock.

He imagined himself inside her, feeling her squeeze him with her cunt. He came some more. He dreamed of sucking on her tits, and he came some more.

Finally, when he could focus on the monitor again, both of them were done.

Amanda smiled, running her hand through her hair. She looked up at the camera.

"Wow. That was fucking amazing. You are so good."

She sat up on the bed, still looking into the camera lens.

"I'd like to spend some time alone with you, John. If you think you want to do that, please let me know. Hand me a note at the coffee shop with a time and place and I'll be there. I get off work at noon on Saturday and Sunday. I'll be wherever you tell me to be. I'd love to see you. Bye."

The video ended.

###

John spent considerable time dissecting Amanda's request. Was it alright to suggest his house? Did she prefer they get a room? Would she be more comfortable at her place? Did she live alone? Did she mean they should meet in public?

His initial choice was the one he went with. He wrote, 'My place. 2 PM Saturday', on a piece of note paper. At least he didn't have to give directions.




Amanda



He was a nervous wreck up until the time he drove through the coffee shop on Friday and handed Amanda a five dollar bill and a folded up note. She handed out his change with her normal smile. When she gave him his drink, she asked, "See you tomorrow?"

"I hope so," he answered.

The longest thirty one hours of his life followed. John fretted over what to do, what to say, what to wear, what to have ready to eat or drink. Amanda's image from the video was never out of his mind, but he didn't replay it this time. Instead, he wanted to wait for the real Amanda, in person, whether they did anything or not. If they didn't, he had the video.

Saturday started out hot, with light rain coming down by noon. As two o'clock neared, the skies were darkening and thunder could be heard far in the distance. He hoped it wasn't an omen that she wouldn't show up. He tried not to stand at the front window and simply will her to come by staring at the street.

At ten minutes past two, his nerves were frayed. He started having negative thoughts and he wondered how he would ever be able to drive past the coffee shop again, let alone order anything.

Then the doorbell rang.

John didn't fully realize the extent of his anxiety until his shaky hand pulled open the door. Amanda was standing on the porch, shaking rain out of her black hair with both hands. Still, she smiled that familiar smile and said, "Hi. It's me."

John let her in.

"I'm sorry you had to get wet," he said once she was inside.

"It's not your fault it's raining, is it?" she asked playfully.

"Nope. Can't take credit for that."

He noticed the moisture on her bare shoulders and on the wide collars of her black, leather halter top. The front zipper was pulled down to the top of her breasts, teasing him once again. A couple inches of skin below the halter top gave way to a short hip-hugging skirt.

"Do you want something to dry off with? A towel?" he asked.

"No. I'm fine, thanks. It's just rain."

"How was work today?" John asked, as they walked into the house.

"Normal. Boring."

They entered the eating area off the kitchen and John offered Amanda a drink. She chose pop and took a seat at the table while she waited.

"So, did you like the videos?" she asked.

John glanced over at her with a smile. "Of course. Thank you. They were wonderful. Almost professional quality."

She beamed. "Really? You don't know what I do besides hand out drinks, do you?"

"No. But I'd like to."

"I'm studying cinematography," she said with pride. "I did the lighting for those. The camera angles. The editing. You name it."

"All of it was fantastic," John replied, handing her a glass of Coke. "Not to mention the subject matter and star of the show."

She blushed and took a short drink, watching him all the time. "Know which one was harder?"

"Tell me."

"The shower scene. I had to take three showers before I got that right," she said.

John laughed. "Who has the outtakes?"

This time Amanda giggled. "Nobody will ever see those. God."

John paused. "So, the bedroom scene was easy?"

The girl's bashfulness returned. "Kind of."

"Please don't tell me you faked it."

She looked offended, but with obvious good humor. "I never fake it."

John raised his eyebrows. "Really?"

It wasn't meant as a question and she didn't answer him, except to ask, "Did you follow my orders?"

"To the best of my ability, considering you weren't there."

She put her elbows on the table and leaned forward. "Did you cum, John?"

He thought he would jump over the table and take her right there. Her lustful eyes probed his face. Her breasts bulged against the halter top.

"A lot."

She smiled widely, and leaned back. "Good."

"You have a future in film making."

Her look turned a little more serious. "We have a project coming up where we need to make a lengthy movie involving moving cameras and at least one other person. I have no clue what I want to do for that."

"I'm sure you'll think of something creative and great," John said. "If there's ever anything I can do to help, just let me know."

"Thanks. I will."

They chatted about her schooling for a while, but Amanda was always quick to work into the conversation something about the videos she gave John. The subject matter was always hovering around, but not touching on, sex. The game went on for nearly half an hour.

John suggested they move into the living room and Amanda agreed. They stood and headed for the steps down into the family room just as a violent flash of lightning and loud thunder roared outside.

Amanda stopped, seemingly shaken by the sudden sound. John put his arm around her shoulder.

She looked up at him timidly.

"Sorry. I hate storms."

"I guess you'll have to stay until it's over," he said with a smile.

"That might be all day," she replied.

"If I'm lucky."

She turned and leaned into him. Their lips met in a friendly kiss. Her hands were on his arms, which now hung at his side.

He enjoyed the kiss, expecting it to end far too soon. But Amanda didn't lean back. And John, perhaps out of habit, spread his lips and extended his tongue onto her mouth. She responded by doing the same.

Now the kiss was turning into something more. Their heads turned slightly. Amanda put her arms around his waist. John held her by the hips.

Amanda pressed harder against John's mouth and they both moaned as the passion rose. Their bodies pressed together and he felt her breasts. She felt the beginning of his erection.

They were just inches from the wall, and Amanda rotated until her back was against it. John moved into her, putting his hands on the back of her skirt.

"Oh, John," she moaned into his mouth. Another round of thunder and lightning caused her to tremble.

He closed his fingers around the material of her skirt, feeling the softness of her skin underneath. He pulled her tighter to him and his cock reacted to the new pressure by growing another inch. He knew she had to feel it.

Amanda gave no indications, whatsoever, of wanting to break off the kiss. John moved his hands up her body and onto the side of her breasts. He hesitated.

"Open it, John," she said softly.

As the kiss restarted, John pulled down the zipper. It moved effortlessly and he didn't stop until the top was lying open. Immediately, his hand moved onto the breast he'd watched so intently on the video.

Their mouths finally separated and they briefly looked at each other. Then John's eyes moved down to her breasts.

"Lick it, please. Lick my nipple."

John's tongue was on her breast quickly, stabbing at the rigid pink nipple on one tit, and then the other. When he began to suck on them, Amanda put her hand between his legs. She clutched at the erection and rubbed him through his shorts.

John lifted her skirt and felt the smooth skin of her upper legs. He had to go very high before reaching the tiny strip of a thong. His fingers moved around to her ass and he firmly held her cheeks.

"Take off my panties, John."

As much as he hated having to make her let go of his cock, he bent down to pull off her thong. He removed it and her shoes, hastily standing back up and moving his body into hers.

"Now fuck me. Right here."

Amanda was already opening his pants. John didn't need to assist her. She let the shorts fall around his ankles and pulled down his underwear, exposing his fully erect cock. With one step out of the shorts, he was ready.

He lifted her skirt and positioned himself between her legs. Amanda put one leg around him, raising the knee up to his ass. With the cock ready to slide into her, she raised the other leg and John held her up by the ass.

"Is it OK to...," he started to say.

"Yes. Just fuck me. Please!"

The tip of John's cock entered her. She wiggled in his arms; he moved a few inches. And then with a steady, gentle push, John put his cock inside the beautiful girl.

"Oh fuck. Yes!" she moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist and leaning back against the wall. The closest lightning strike yet shook the entire house. Amanda clung to her new lover.

John held her there, his hands secure under her ass and thighs. He questioned his ability to do it, but Amanda made it easy. She was small and light. And her soaking wet cunt easily took in his thick cock. Now it was a matter of completing the act.

John thrust himself inside Amanda with energy he never knew he had. All the lust he'd built up for her since the first time he saw her, plus the videos, came out in the form of a pounding cock into her tight pussy. His grunts coincided with the sound of his body smacking into hers with each plunge of his cock.

"Yes! Yes!" Amanda cried out in rhythm with the fucking.

"Oh God, Amanda. You're so good. So tight!"

He held her tight against the wall and slammed into her faster. His upward motion hit just the right spots and Amanda knew she'd never have to worry about her clit. He would get her off just fine.

Her tender tits were within range of his mouth and he lightly bit her nipple, causing a loud shriek to pierce the air. Her cunt muscles tightened around him. He fucked her harder.

For several minutes they enjoyed the pleasure of fast, hard sex. This was pure lust and the need to cum. They urged each other on vocally, while John used his mouth and cock to bring her closer.

Suddenly, the lights flickered, followed by darkness. Amanda gasped.

"It's alright," John assured her. "It's alright."

Amanda had her arms around John's neck, clinging to him while her body rode on top of the wave that would eventually come powerfully ashore. Her mind was too busy processing all the things her body was feeling to worry about fantasizing. She had all she needed: a nice, good-looking guy; his hard cock; and, his arms under her.

Then, the shore approached.

John expected the girl to provide him with a running commentary of her orgasm. But, to his surprise, she moaned a long 'Yesss' one time before he felt a series of shudders in her body. She put her head near his and he heard every groan, every hiss, every surge of pleasure flow over her during an extended orgasm. But any fireworks were kept internal.

When he felt her crumple into his arms, she sighed, "Damn, you're good in the dark."

"I'm going to cum, Amanda," he warned her.

"Do it!" she encouraged him.

Almost before the words were out of her mouth, John's cock was spitting pre-cum. A short moment later, the first of a half dozen shots of cum poured into her. Each grunt meant another discharge and John slapped against Amanda's young body with increased vigor. She moaned along with him until they were both spent.

John managed to carry Amanda back to the table and gently laid her down before slowly pulling out. She put her hands over her face, as satisfied as she'd ever been after sex.

"Oh my God," she said softly.

John kissed her nipple.

"Have you ever wanted to be in movies?" she asked.

"Me? You're joking, right?"

"I might have a role for you in my next one. Interested?"

John looked down at the gorgeous girl. "Are you in it?"

"Do you want me?"

"If it keeps storming, I'm going to want you again this afternoon," he said.

"Hmmmm. Never liked storms, but my opinion of them is changing."

They didn't dress. Just in case.



Amanda



Fuhgeddabout "Kelly Chapter 6," which nobody seemed to like, even as a fantasy. Oh well. This honors the lady after whom Amanda was modeled, in a different time and place, and a different male character. I have seen her recently. She is every bit as lovely as ever. Everybody's 18 here, and the names have been changed to protect the adored. It's nice to publish a story again. It has been a long time.

*

It was Sunday, late morning. Hannaford's Superstore. I looked down the aisle as I walked by and there it was. The Ass. The hourglass shape of a perfect ass atop mile-long legs, curving in to a small waist and curving out again to perfect breasts. There was only one body that I knew of in the whole region that looked like that. Amanda. I had not even seen her in our smallish town in two years. Blonde, huge almond-shaped blue eyes, a beautiful face, six feet tall. She made Paris Hilton look drab.

Smitten? Me?

Her long hair was tied up, and she was walking (they call that walking?) away from me. The stalking began. I raced down the next aisle and turned the corner, almost bumping into her. She smiled and I thought I needed sunscreen. I stole a peek at her breasts, contained in a very tight pink T-shirt. I loved the way the shirt clung to every curve. They were perfect, but so were all Amanda's physical attributes. Let's see, she was 23 now.

I had first known her as a high school student several years before. A substitute teacher, I had enjoyed just watching her. She cared about her clothes, and was always incredibly sexy. The worst (best) was that day in gym class, playing coed soccer in the gym. She had pulled up the bottom of her T-shirt to wipe something off her face, and there it was: a gold tummy chain, loose around her magnificent tummy, sweat pants clinging low on her hips. I thought I might swoon. As a rule, I didn't lust after high school girls. Too perverted. Amanda was the exception, but even that lust was from afar, and more of a "she deserves the best in life" kind of admiration rather than all the cheap physical stuff. On the other hand, I'm not immune to fantasy. It was complicated.

For instance: she also had this miniskirt. Now, the school's dress code forbade skirts or shorts shorter than the ends of fingers when hands are relaxed at the side. It seemed this one failed by about a foot, showing most of her trim thighs. One time, she bent over to put ketchup on a burger in the cafeteria, and I lost my breath. Images of pulling it up, dropping my pants, and pounding her from behind had kept me awake at night from time to time. As I said, it was complicated, because on the other hand, I'd never even spoken to her.

Then, she dropped out the first semester of her senior year. I couldn't believe it! How can someone get so close to graduating, and then quit? I was sad, but still dreamed of her nipples hardening under my tongue, her legs squeezing my ears, her hands on my cheeks pulling me deeper within her warmth, kissing her for months. Sooo complicated.

And here she was. Smiling at me. I think she even remembered who I was.

"Hi, Amanda," I said lamely.

"Hi."

"I haven't seen you in a long time. How are you?"

"Oh," she said, a little wistfully, "I'm OK, I guess."

"Your answer doesn't fill me with confidence," I said.

"It's OK," she stuttered. "Everything will be OK." A tear trickled down the outside of her cheek. Instinctively, I reached out and wiped it with my thumb. Pretty brazen for me.

"If I bought you coffee, would it help to talk to someone?" I asked, out of true concern now.

She brightened a little, and the steel-melting smile returned. "I would like that, I think."

"How 'bout we finish shopping and meet at Panera in a half-hour?"

"I'd like that," she said, her shoulders relaxing a little.

"See you there!" and I trundled my cart away.

Panera was deserted, and we practically had the place to ourselves. Coffee and a cinnamon crunch bagel. Yum.

Amanda sat across from me, tall enough so that if she leaned forward just a little bit, her breasts would sit on the tabletop. It might have been hard to keep my eyes off them, but her face was so beautiful, her eyes so blue, that it was a problem to decide just what to stare at. I settled on her eyes. She told me of breaking up with her abusive boyfriend, of losing her job, of being unable to pay her rent.

Before I knew it, I was inviting her to come live in my house until she got herself together. My wife had passed away almost a year before, and my son had grown. It was a big house, I said, with plenty of room. Rent-free, obligation-free, except maybe for some occasional help with dishes.

There are moments in life, as you know, that happen spontaneously, without thought or consideration of consequences, coming straight from the heart. I think this was one of them.

"Why are you doing this?" she asked. Not an unreasonable question. I had to think about it for a moment. In a flash, I decided on honesty.

"Well, in all honesty, I've had a crush on you since you were in high school. I have always thought that you were the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. But that's not the point, because to say that might scare you off, thinking that I had ulterior motives. But I don't, Amanda. If I were 30 years younger, yes, I'd be trying to romance you like crazy. But I'm not, I'm 54 and know better than to think that someone like you would be interested in a broken-down old man like me. It just pleases me greatly to be able to do something so simple for you and help you out. If I have an ulterior motive, it's to earn your friendship, no more."

She looked at me for a moment, weighing what I had said. "I accept," she said simply.

I could hear my heart pounding in my ears. "When does this have to happen?"

"Today?" she asked meekly.

"How much stuff do you need help moving?"

"I want to pack some clothes, other than that there's not much."

"Do you want help?" I asked.

"No, thanks. I can manage."

I sketched directions on a napkin, and told her supper was at six. We parted, and I floated out the door. Men are weird. I had told her what I believed to be the truth, but nevertheless I was euphoric. What was going on? I was clearly a victim of mind-muddle. It's the knight-in-shining-armor thing. I was always a sucker to see myself that way.

Amanda arrived about 5:00, and I showed her around the big, empty house, finishing with her room. She was almost giddy. "I've never lived in such a nice place before," she said, clapping her hands in excitement. "Thank you so much!" And with that, she threw herself at me for a full-body hug. In a word: wow.

We had a nice, light supper of pasta with a light tomato sauce and a salad, and got to know each other a little. She was sweet, but had never had an easy time of it. Parents divorced, dad far away, mom a terror. She had hoped to be successful on her own, but it hadn't worked out. Several times she was close to tears. I would gently guide the conversation away, coming back later when her composure was more assured.

We retreated to the porch, with final glasses of wine, and talked into the evening. Finally, I couldn't keep my eyes open, and began to wish her goodnight.

"You know, Amanda, the best bed in the house is the one here on the porch. You can hear the critter sounds, and the fresh air brings deep sleep. It's made up if you'd like to try it."

"That sounds nice," she smiled, "May I?"

"Make yourself at home," I said for probably the tenth time, sounding more lame each time.

We went inside. I cleaned up after dinner, and made my evening ablutions, removing my contact lenses and brushing my teeth. I decided to check in on Amanda on the porch.

She was on her back, long blonde hair splayed over the pillow, the covers pulled up to her chin. She saw me and smiled. "This is wonderful!"

"Enjoy it," I said, "and you're welcome to make it a habit. I tucked the covers in around her, leaned, and kissed her forehead.

"Good night, Amanda," I said, "I'm really happy to have you here. It's been lonely the last six months."

"Good night," she replied with a smile, "I'm grateful for your generous spirit."

I went to bed upstairs.

In the morning I was careful to be quiet. I could see Amanda curled up in the porch bed, sound asleep. I stepped out to walk down the long driveway to fetch the paper, and returned with it to see that the bed was empty. I could hear the shower. I poured my first cup of coffee and began to peruse the news.

"Hi," I heard as she came into the kitchen.

Oh...My...God...

She was wearing my white oxford shirt, which came down mid-thigh, while coming up on the sides to expose even more leg. A few buttons were undone at the top, revealing not-so-little cleavage. I happened to notice that the polish on her toenails was perfect. She toweled her mid-back-length blonde hair in a hopeless effort to dry it quickly.

"C-can I pour you some coffee?" I stuttered, finding my voice.

"Please," she replied cheerily.

"What do you take in it?"

"Lots of everything," she replied.

"How did you sleep?" I asked.

"Incredibly! I can't remember sleeping that well."

"Sure it wasn't the wine?" I teased.

"I'm sure," she said confidently. "Wine usually keeps me awake. Not last night."

"The porch is pretty special," I said.

"My first Monday without a job," she mused.

"I thought about a picnic at the top of the hill. It's open there, with a good view. The hike is easy, and the weather should be warm."

"I'll pack lunch," she said brightly, "if you show me where everything is."

"How 'bout I lend a hand?" I said

We ended up with a knapsack of finger food and a bottle of wine. I folded a blanket over my arm and we set off into the woods.

The day was glorious, and so was Amanda. A tight white scoop-neck T-shirt and short (and do I mean short) pink shorts, her fresh-washed hair loose and still drying a little in the breeze. I led the way up the hill. When we arrived at the top, she gasped at the view. "It's incredible!"

I had a favorite place on the rocks, and spread the blanket. As we settled in, the sun-drenched rocks were warm through the fabric. We ate, and talked, and sipped wine. It was a magical time. When I was finished snacking, I just lay back on the blanket and looked at the clouds. She did, too, and we laughed as we imagined what the cloud shapes were.

"There's a knight on a horse!" she said, pointing.

"Maybe it's me," I said.

"Maybe." She said quietly.

My arm behind my head, the sun warm on my face, I don't even remember falling asleep.

I remember waking up though, to a warm body pressed against me, face nuzzled into my neck, arm across my chest. It was a full-body press, and in my sleep I had responded with a full-bore erection. It was so nice. I didn't dare move to disturb her. I just lay there, reveling in the closeness. 

After what seemed like far too short a time, she awoke. When she realized where she was, she started. I found myself looking into beautiful, if sleepy eyes. The very definition of bedroom eyes.

"I'm sorry," she said, "I guess I was a little chilly."

"I wasn't," I replied.

"Oh! I'm sorry!" she said.

"I wasn't complaining," I said with a smile. "It was nice."

She smiled, just a little, and looked at me. "It was nice."

"I had the happiest dream. I dreamt that I spent hours brushing your hair and talking about things that are important to you. Snacks and champagne magically arrived, and we had the sweetest time together. At the end, you thanked me and gave me the gentlest, lightest, and most wonderful kiss I've ever had. Then I woke up."

She smiled and looked deeply into my eyes. "Only a kiss?" she asked.

"Only a kiss, but as wonderful and loving as I've ever received. It was a fantastic dream."

"Would you really want to brush my hair for hours?"

"I think it would be a delightful, caring, intimate thing to do for you. It would let me feel like I'm pampering you."

"How sweet! If that's an offer, I'll take you up on it." There it was again, that steel-melting smile, but with a new softness. 

We packed up and headed back to the house. It was late afternoon. We had slept for a couple hours.

We finished the bottle of wine over steaks on the grill, and again chatted into the night. Once again, I tucked her into the porch bed with a peck on the forehead. "I enjoyed today with you," I said.

"Me, too," she replied. "I liked it very much."

I went to bed.

We had more days like that. Picnicking, taking day trips in the warm spring sun, walking in the woods. Neither of us was in any hurry to find Amanda work, and I was glad for the company. She was a special lady. My fantasies continued, but I felt it was wrong to take advantage of the situation, and besides, I still felt the old, broken-down guy who would hold no interest for someone who could capture any male's heart.

So the days passed, gauzy and sunny like some chick-flick, but without the romance part.

In the middle of one night I awoke to a clatter, and suddenly Amanda was under the covers with me, pressing against me and holding me tightly. She trembled.

"What's wrong?" I asked, concerned.

"A bad nightmare, and there were strange noises," she said. "I'm scared."

Just like a little girl. My knight reflex ignited. Then I relaxed.

"Probably just an owl," I said, "Or maybe a fox. Have you ever heard an owl?"

"No,' she replied. "Is it safe?"

"Not if you're a mouse," I said. "Are you a mouse?"

"I don't think so," she said. I could hear her voice relaxing.

My arm was around her as she hugged me. I patted her thigh. "You can probably go back now."

"Will you come with me? I'm scared."

What to do? Be a friend. "Sure," I said. "I'll bring my pillow."

We marched downstairs and out onto the porch. It was a chilly spring night. We climbed under the covers. She moved close and shivered.

"Are you OK?" I asked.

"I'm CHILLY!" she exclaimed.

I put my arm around her and she snuggled in. I could feel every curve against my side. My penis became fully awake. Her hair smelled so good. She felt so good.

She continued to shiver and I held her even tighter. After a while, she relaxed, but stayed close. All of a sudden, I felt her peck my neck, lightly.

"What was that for?" I whispered.

"For being so good to me," she replied. "No one has ever treated me like this before."

"It makes me sad to hear that," I said. "Because you deserve to be treated like a queen."

"Thank you for saying that," she said. "I don't feel like I deserve it."

"You do," I said. "You're a wonderful lady."

She lifted her head, looking at me in the dark. "Do you really mean that?"

"I really mean it. You're wonderful."

She leaned and kissed me, softly. "Thank you." And she kissed me again, a little less gently. Her tongue grazed my teeth.

"Amanda," I said, "What are you doing?"

"You sweet man," she said softly. "I'd like to see if I can live up to your dream kiss." 

"You don't have to do this," I said. "It feels wrong, and I don't understand why you'd be interested in a broken-down old man."

She gave me that sweet, gentle kiss. "How's that compare?"

"Better than any dream," I sighed.

She looked at me, and her hand slid down to grasp my hard cock through my underwear. "Doesn't seem broken down to me!" And we both laughed.

"I won't deny that it would be many fantasies fulfilled," I said.

"You'll have to tell me your fantasies," she said. "But not right now. And you owe me hours of hairbrushing." She moved in and we kissed, our tongues meeting and caressing. I caressed her neck. I ran my fingers through her long hair, and then gently massaged her back. That made her press even closer, and I felt her breasts mashing against me. She started stroking my cock though my shorts. And then slowly, tantalizingly, she slipped the waistband of my shorts down, exposing my hardness. When she touched my flesh with her cool, long fingers, I thought I would explode. I arched my back, my body begging for her to stroke me. All the while, we kissed: gently, passionately, less gently, more passionately. Her hand gripped my shaft tightly, and stroked me in short strokes. Incredibly stimulating.

We broke for air. "I love to kiss," she confessed. "It turns me on."

"Kissing you is magnificent," I replied. "I love it, too."

"Time to kiss you someplace else," she said, not a little wickedly. And she lightly kissed and ran her tongue down my chest and belly. When she arrived at my cock, she kissed the tip lightly, getting the precum that oozed. She took her hair over her shoulder.

"Can you see me?" she asked. "I want you to watch me."

I could see her face in the starlight. I watched while she knelt up, her long hair over her far shoulder, and descended on me while holding my dick straight up. Her lips enveloped my purple, swollen head and I felt the soft, warm wetness of her mouth and tongue. Needless to say, it was exquisite. She slowly, painstakingly slid her lips down my shaft, and then up my shaft, fucking me slowly, but passionately, with her mouth.

There was no way to resist. "I'm going to cum, Amanda, if you don't stop."

She popped off, literally, with a popping sound. "I have no intention of stopping," she said, and resumed her attack on my pole. She came off for a brief second, took a deep breath, and swallowed me all the way. Her nose was firmly in my public hair. That was enough. With a growl, I grabbed her hair and exploded in her throat, sending gob after gob of sperm into her mouth. In return, she bobbed up and down wildly as she swallowed. The feeling of her mouth on me post-orgasm was incredible. My cock was so sensitive I considered cutting it off. For a nanosecond.

She came off me and smiled. "I wanted that," she said. "I liked it very much."

"I did too," I sighed. "Come up here and cuddle with me. She moved up and snuggled in again, pressing tightly.

"What would you have me do?" I asked. "Your wish is my command."

"Tell me a fantasy," she said.

"Well, one is to have your thighs clamped tight around my ears," I said.

"Mmmm. Then," she said, "If you so wish it, I command it!" and she giggled.

"Remove thy garments!" I said, equally commanding, and with a laugh.

She peeled off her T-shirt and pulled down her panties. She lay gloriously glowing in the moonlight on the porch.

"Hurry! Before I get chilly!"

"I have no intention of doing anything to make you other than warm," I said, as I rolled atop her and moved to kiss her. Her arms wrapped tightly around my neck and we kissed deeply. I moved and kissed her neck, nuzzling her chin. I slowly made my way down her shoulder, and then down her chest. I found my lips on her breast. I kissed first one, and then the other. Her nipples erecting, I played with each one with lips, tongue, and teeth. She arched her back and sighed. I took my time and kissed each breast all over; top, sides, underneath. I would return and suck a nipple deep into my mouth and flick my tongue across it, which would make her shiver and cling to me close.

"Now," I said, looking up at her, "My lady's wish is my command!" With that, I slowly started to make my way southwards, kissing her soft skin all the way, stopping to flick my tongue in her navel, which got me a giggle and a sigh. Lower and lower I went until her beautiful pink pussy was in front of my face. I smiled at her as she watched me, and then slowly, gently moved in to lick her labia. She arched her back and groaned.

"That feels so good," she sighed, "Please don't stop."

"I've only just started," I replied, and licked again. Moving in, I took her pussy to my mouth and clamped over it, driving my tongue deep inside and licking up its length. That, it seemed, was enough.

"Aaiiyyeee!" she cried, and, my fantasy fulfilled, clamped her beautiful thighs around my ears and shuddered in a powerful orgasm. Shudder after shudder wracked her body as I continued to jam my tongue deep inside her.




Amanda



"Stop for a second," she gasped, "I can't take it."

"But I've only just started!" I said softly. "I could eat you all night."

"Nobody's ever done that to me before -- made me cum so fast!"

"Well, there's lots more where that came from!"

"Good!" she said, and took my head in her hands and guided me to her muff. "I'm ready for more."

Who was I to disappoint? For the next half hour I brought her to a series of escalating climaxes by gently nibbling on her lips, sticking my tongue deep inside, and, finally, for the last climax, moving to tongue her erect clit, sucking on it and teasing it with my tongue. That culminated everything for her into a last screaming orgasm, thrashing on the bed and once again clamping her legs around my ears. It was heavenly to give this siren so much pleasure. 

"No more!" she panted, "Please stop!"

I raised my head and she took it with her hands and gently pulled. I took the hint and moved up to cuddle her. She draped a leg over me and kissed me ferociously, cupping my chin with her hands and plunging her tongue deep into my mouth.

"I am going to make love to you so hard your head will spin!" she growled. "I've never had so many orgasms! The things you do to me with your mouth! I want to see how you handle your cock!" With that, she climbed up to straddle me. I could see her magnificent body in the moonlight.

"Aren't you chilly?" I teased.

"I'll show you chilly!" And with that, she grabbed my dick, positioned it at her wet hole, and plunged down to take me deep in one stroke. The feeling was incredible; so wet and tight and warm. I had gotten her fully lubed up with my oral ministrations, so sliding in was quick and easy.

"Now we make love," she said, and started to buck up and down, my long shaft appearing and disappearing into her snatch. I grabbed her ass and watched myself disappear and reappear, wet cock glistening in the soft light.

Being an old guy, I was pleased enough that I had gotten it up after such a superb blowjob, but I was hard as a rock, and feeling like I could go all night. We humped away, she rocking, then me taking control and plunging her down on my cock with my hands on her cheeks, taking control of the pacing and depth of our thrusts. Then, I grabbed her and we rolled over, me moving between her legs as she spread them on the sheets. In the process I slipped out. She whimpered and, spreading her legs wide, took my hardness and guided it back to her opening. I wasted no time filling her up with hot dick, and started pumping her for all I was worth. She wrapped her legs around my waist and squeezed as she came, moaning and arching her back, shuddering and matching my strokes. I rose up on my arms and looked down at the spectacular body that was fucking me: the firm tits that jiggled with her moves, the slight hint of washboard abs as she tensed to thrust. I watched my penis disappear and reappear and I gave her long strokes. I pulled out to where only my engorged head was inside, then plunged in burying myself to the hilt. I varied the rhythm and pacing, going slowly, then hard and fast, then stopping with my entire length inside and just savoring the feeling of pussy around my cock.

I took her by the wrists and held her hands above her head, my arms extended. I looked deeply into her eyes. "You are my prisoner," I growled in mock anger, "And I am going to punish you!"

She laughed a deep, throaty laugh. "If punishment is more of the same, then I hope I've been a bad, bad girl!" And with that, she moved her delightful torso to fuck me.

"I'll show you punishment!" And with that, I withdrew my member completely, holding it just touching her pussy lips. She whimpered and tried to move to take me inside, but I wouldn't. "No, no," I said, "I'm in charge here, and what I say goes, my beautiful prisoner." I leaned down and kissed her softly, still gripping her wrists.

I moved my cock forward just slightly. She whimpered and moved to take more, but I wouldn't let her. She groaned in frustration and fought to get her hands free. I was too strong, however, and wouldn't let her go.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"I need your cock!" she whispered.

"What?"

"I need your cock!" she said, a little more loudly.

"What do you need it for?" I asked.

"I need it to fuck me!"

"To what?"

"To fuck me!"

"To what?"

"To make love to me until I can't stand it."

"Like this?" And with that, I shoved my dick as deep into her as hard as I could, filling her up in one fast stroke. She screamed in orgasm and started humping me. I obliged and matched her stroke for stroke, long ones where I would emerge and immediately bury myself. Then, I went deep and stayed there, giving little strokes that I hoped would rub my dick's base on her clit. Apparently, it worked because after a few minutes of it she exploded again.

"I need to make you come!" she said, "I can't take much more of this!"

"Should I release you?" I said, still gripping her wrists.

"Yes! I want to hold you tight!" I let her go and she grabbed my butt cheeks and pulled me deep inside. "Now it's my turn to punish you!" And with that, Amanda began to hump me with abandon, pulling me in and undulating her beautiful body, all in an effort to fuck me to death, or so it seemed. I still felt like I could go forever. After a while, she paused to catch her breath.

"Can I finish you from behind?" I asked.

"Mmmm," she purred, "I would like that very much."

We disengaged, and she rolled over to get up on her knees. Once again the moonlight betrayed the perfection of her body. Her ass was in front of me as I rose to my knees. I was her hair fall around her shoulders, I looked at the perfect hourglass shape now on all fours in front of me. I knew I wouldn't last long.

"Put it in!" she panted, "I need to feel you inside me!"

I moved forward and in one stroke sank my member deep into her pussy. Taking her hips in each hand, I started slowly, reveling in the new, yet familiar feel of wet pussy around me. Slow strokes at first, savoring the feeling. She bucked against me, small grunts each time. She started to pick up the pace, bucking faster and harder as I plunged in and out.

Then I felt it start to rise, cum bubbling up from my balls. Nope, to soon, I decided, and stopped stroking, holding myself still deep inside her and stopping her thrusts with my hands.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"I was getting too close, and I don't want this to end yet," I panted.

We stayed that way for a minute or so while my pending orgasm subsided. "It won't be long now, though, having come this close."

"Good," she replied, "Because I want to feel your hot cum inside me. I want to feel you explode."

We resumed fucking, slowly now, feeling each long stroke as my penis would emerge almost all the way, and then slowly push all the way in. Out slowly, in slowly. I started to feel the stirrings again.

"Amanda, it's almost time," I said softly.

"Please," she replied, almost pleading, "Please cum inside me. Please let me feel your hot sperm. Please. Please." She was asking in rhythm with our thrusts.

It bubbled up, it rose, I could feel it rising, and said so. I, too, spoke in rhythm with our thrusts. "Amanda. I...can...feel...it...coming...up...I...need...to...cum...NOW!" With that, I plunged in one last time hard and fast and exploded in spurt after spurt. But it wasn't the spurting, it was the vertigo, the spinning and spinning and ecstasy as I poured my load deep inside this beautiful woman. After some initial spurts, I slammed her hard with long, fast strokes and it felt like I came again, another set of contractions and the sense of falling through space. Amanda screamed and came hard, too, shuddering and gyrating her pussy in circular motions around my cock, which served to set me off on a third set of contractions. My dick was so sensitive I thought I would scream if she moved. She moved, and I gritted my teeth in a mixture of pain and ecstasy. We stilled ourselves, my prick deeply embedded in her womb.

I guided her slowly onto our sides, still impaled in her. Spooning now, we just sort of nestled in.

"I loved feeling you cum inside me," she said, "That was so special. It felt like your head expanded and grew and grew and then I could feel you spasm along your whole length and feel the hot deep inside me. Oh, it made me cum so hard when I felt that!" She snuggled against me and moved a little, ever so gently stroking my still-hard cock with her pussy.

"I felt like I was falling through space," I said, "I could feel myself emptying inside you, but that wasn't it at all. It was this feeling of dizziness while still focusing my entire attention on what my dick was doing." I snuggled in, cupping her breast as we cuddled. I took a moment and pulled the covers up over us, tucking her in, still inside her. My prick only now starting to soften a little bit.

"Sleep, Amanda," I soothed, "And thank you for a very special experience."

"Not bad for a broken down old man," she said affectionately, "I'll want more in the morning!"

"I hope I can get it up again," I said, "But then, I have you for inspiration!"

With that, we drifted off to sleep, spooning, my hand cupping a magnificent breast, the night sounds creeping in the open windows, the blankets warm, her body warm.

I awoke in the morning to someone gently kissing my lips, holding my head in her hands. The sun was up, and warm through the window. I could feel it on the back of my head.

I opened my eyes to see Amanda smiling at me.

"What a pleasant way to wake up," I said sleepily.

"What's going on today?" She asked.

"Nothing that I know of," I replied.

"Good," she said, businesslike, "Can we start with a long session in bed?"

I smiled, and looked deeply into her eyes. "Nothing in all the world would make me happier."

She laughed and kissed me again. My arms wrapped around her and pulled her on top of me. We kissed, her legs straddling me and our torsos pressed. I could feel her nipples harden. She could feel my cock stand firm and press between her legs.

"It's so nice that you're so tall," I commented in a momentary break between smooches.

"I'm the one to be happy with a tall man," she replied, and resumed pressing her soft lips against mine. Her tongue penetrated past my teeth and we sparred, breath beginning to grow a little ragged as our arousal increased. I caressed her naked back as we kissed, moving to feel the shape of her breast pressed against me.

She pulled on my shoulder and rolled off. "Come on top of me," she said softly, "Make me your woman."

We rolled, and I moved between her lovely, long spread legs. My dick found her opening and I pressed forward, sinking into her soft wetness, feeling my head penetrate her, and then her labia moving down my long shaft as I bottomed out.

"It feels so good to be inside you," I said, looking into her eyes.

"I love the way you feel when you first enter me," She replied, "The feeling of your head passing between my lips, followed by the rest of you. It tickles a little, but in a nice way."

"How does it feel when I do this?" I said, and began rocking gently, pulling out and pushing in, pulling out and pushing in, but slowly, gently, lovingly.

"Delicious," she said, and licked her lips.

We made love that way for a long time. Slowly, gently, lovingly. Rocking to and fro, feeling my length enter and exit, a quiet rhythm that was full of love, not lust. Kissing deeply, her arms around my neck, mine underneath hers, up on my elbows. It was a perfect way to make love. After a long time, and Amanda having several small, quiet orgasms, I felt the familiar stirrings.

"Amanda, I'm going to have to cum inside you soon," I said.

"Oh, please," she said, "that would be so wonderful!"

We continued to stroke, the pace picking up a little. I tried to hold back for as long as I could, but finally I reached the point of no return. "Amanda, " I moaned, "Here...I...cum!" And with that the sperm rushed up my shaft and with heavy contractions I spewed my cum deep inside her, which triggered a huge orgasm from her, arching her back and screaming while she grabbed my ass and pulled me as deep inside her as I could penetrate. We shuddered together as I filled her with my seed. I could feel her juices as she continued to spasm and whimper in a deep orgasm.

We relaxed a little. "Wow," I said succinctly.

"I never thought making love would be like this," She said, stroking my hairs, me still between her legs, my still-hard cock deep within her. We kissed. And again. And once more. I moved off, but cuddled in tight, a hand moving to take her breast and just hold it.

"That's good for starters," she said, "But there's more where that came from!"

"Maybe for you," I said, "But I'm just a broken down old man."

"We'll see about that," she said, yawning. We dozed off.

I awoke to an empty bed and the smell of fresh coffee wafting in from the kitchen. I looked to see Amanda, once again in my white shirt, pouring two cups that were on a tray with sugar and cream. Finishing, she picked up the tray and started to walk out to the porch. Seeing me watch, she smiled, and I thought I would melt, she was so radiant in the morning light. She glowed.

Smitten? Me?

"I thought we could sip coffee in bed," she said as she put the tray on the bedside table.

"It sounds wonderful," I said truthfully.

She climbed under the covers, put just a dollop of cream in mine and handed it to me. "I've watched you so I would know what you like," she said confidently.

"It's perfect," I said, and it was.

She dumped piles of sugar and gallons of cream into hers. We were sitting up, covers to our waists. The morning was warm, but there was just the hint of a fresh breeze that cut what might have been heat.

Amanda looked at me long. "No one has ever treated me the way that you have. No one has ever been as kind, or as loving. Why?"

"Because you deserve it. Because I have a crush on you."

"Just a crush?"

"Maybe not anymore," I said, hesitating, "I think I may be falling in love with you, and that scares me."

"Why?" she said, sipping.

"Because you're so young, with your whole adult life ahead of you, while I'm an old man. It's not fair to you to want to have you in a relationship where I'm so close to being a doddering old fool."

She thought for a long time. "Well, we don't know each other all that well. Who knows if we'll work out over a long term. But all I know right now is that I feel the same way about you, because you're so kind and sweet and generous. And besides, I'm really starting to crave having sex with you. I've never felt the way I do when you're making love to me, and I want a lot of that." She took my cup out of my hand and placed it and her own on the side table. "As a matter of fact, I think I need to make love to you right now!"

"I don't know if I can," I said weakly.

"Oh, we'll see about that!" With that challenge, she stripped the covers down and revealed my cock, which was about at half-attention. "I'll be I can get him more interested in me!" And she took me into her mouth, sucking hard. I could feel her lips, tongue, and the insides of her cheeks on my member. It took only moments as she sucked for me to be as hard as a rock. She came up for air, and licked the underside. "Told you I could do it!" She resumed her ministrations on my now fully-erect penis. She moved off and went to her hands and knees beside me. "Fuck me this way again! I need your cock right now!

I moved up and mounted her from the rear, my saliva-covered prick plunging smoothly to the hilt. Slow strokes to begin with, but that's not where Amanda's head was. "Fuck me hard! Fuck me like it's our last time! Fuck me like you hate me!" She started bucking against me, setting up a frenzied rhythm. I responded by growling and ramming myself into her for all I was worth. We fucked hard. We fucked long. No variation, no playing, this was animal lust. She came and came time and time again, but I was relentless, pounding her pussy as hard as I could. Sweat dripped off my brow onto her back. I saw her pale skin glisten as she, too, perspired with the pace of our sex.

There was no warning. All of a sudden I was cumming hard. I kept thrusting as I shot load after load of sperm. She felt its heat, which sent her into an over-the-top orgasm where she froze, screaming, as I continued to pummel her. She reached behind her to grab my ass and hold me inside, but I was still pummeling her. Finally, with one last spurt I held my dick as deep in her as I could penetrate, the last spasms of my member caressing the walls of her vagina. We slowly came down from our peak, panting and sweating with the effort. Once again we rolled to the side and spooned. I caressed a breast and she put her hand over mine, making me pinch her nipple.

"Each time just gets better," she sighed.

"I've never had sex like this before," I responded.

"Time for another nap," she said, and sure enough, we drifted off.

Four-hour naps snuggled up with one of the most beautiful women in the world are a lot of fun. I slipped away quietly and showered. It was afternoon, but felt like morning. Coffee, I decided, and maybe something resembling brunch. While I was cooking, I heard the shower.

Amanda came into the kitchen as she had that first morning, wearing my white shirt and toweling wet hair. It was too much.

"How 'bout another fantasy?" I asked.

She smiled, lowered her eyelids to pure sultriness and smiled a wicked smile. "What did you have in mind?"

I moved to her, took her by the waist, and kissed her passionately. Without a word, I turned her around and, holding that wonderful taut waist, marched her into the living room and positioned her before the back of my easy chair. I pushed her over, so that she leaned over the chair back, butt facing me. I pulled my shorts down enough to expose my now throbbing cock, and raised up the shirt. She wore no panties. No foreplay, no fondling, I put the spongy, swollen head to her lips and in one swift push impaled myself. She grunted, and sighed, and reached back with her hands to take my hips.

"Yes," she breathed, "Fuck me hard this way! Give me all your cock!"

I obliged, slowly and with little strokes at first, and then feeling her moistness, I lengthened my strokes and picked up the pace. I grabbed her ass and pulled her back to me as I thrust forward, fucking her for all I was worth. She whimpered and moaned and cried out with deep pleasure as I bottomed out against her cervix with each stroke.

"Oh...yes...that's...it...fuck...me...hard!" she said in rhythm with my strokes.

The shirt rode up and I could see the hourglass of her body, and watched my dick pummel her in and out, balls slapping against her pussy lips, feeling the backs of her thighs against my legs. Shiny wet hard cock, veins sticking out, head purple and swollen. Pussy lips parting to take in its girth.

Then that 'ol familiar feeling started to build, as I felt cum begin to boil up.

"Oh, Amanda," I cried, "I'm going to cum inside you!"

"Yes! Yes!' She breathed, "Fill me with your cum! Shoot it in me! Make me yours! I need to feel your hot cum!"

It was way too much. I came. It felt like I was blasting a gallon of sperm, but it was the head-spinning, mind-blowing, over-the-top feeling in my head and the tingling all through my body that told me that these were no mere muscle contractions. This was a full-body orgasm, spinning me and falling through space. I saw stars, my ears buzzed, and all the while my attention was focused on just how sublime my penis felt, rock-hard and surrounded by moist, wet fleshy folds of cunt. She was screaming in her own orgasm and shuddering as she felt my hot liquid coat her insides, spraying her womb with little wrigglers. Come to think of it, we had never discussed protection. How stupid is that? But the thought of impregnating her with my sperm made me cum all the harder, renewing spurts that she could feel.




Amanda



"Oh, Amanda, I love to fuck you," I breathed as the last contractions shook my hard dick. "Cumming in you is the best thing that's ever happened to me.

She went limp over the back of the chair, still impaled on me. "I love it. I love it so much!" she said. "I don't ever want it to stop."

"Would you take a shower with me?" I asked.

"I just took one." She replied.

"What's your point?" I asked.

She smiled, and my heart melted not just a little. "Let's go!" And she got up from the chair, my now slightly-limp dick slipping out, and she took me by the hand and led me to the bathroom, me trying to keep from tripping over my fallen shorts.

In the bathroom, she started to unbutton the white shirt.

"May I?" I said.

She moved close to me, the blue eyes looking deeply into mine. "Yes, please. I would like that very much."

With her hands at her sides, I kept looking into her eyes as I unbuttoned the shirt. When it was completely undone, I took it by the shoulders and slipped it off her so that it fell to the floor. She was naked before me. I held her by the shoulders and gazed down at the magnificent perfection of her naked form.

"I never dreamed I would be with someone so beautiful," I said, returning my gaze to her eyes.

"I never hoped I would be with someone so sweet and loving," she said, a tear in the corner of her eye.

"I'm not sure what we just did was very loving," I said with a chuckle.

She looked at me in dead earnestness. "Oh, yes it was. The others before you would have taken great delight in hitting me as part of that. You just made love. For me, that's loving," then she giggled, "Even if it was a good hard loving!" We embraced and kissed long, tongues exploring. Having her be almost my height made stand-up kissing so wonderful. I kissed her neck, her cheekbone, I tongued her ear and made her giggle and shiver. I could feel the goosebumps on her naked skin.

"I would never hurt you," I said as we came up for air for a moment. "I can't imagine anyone hurting you."

She looked at me long from about three inches away. "I believe you," she said, as if she had to think about it, as if it were a new thought to her. "But enough of this sentimental rubbish! Off with your clothes!" Off they went. The shower was warm, she was hot, the lovemaking was intense.

After our shower, we ran to the bed on the porch, still dripping wet. We dozed, napping for several hours. We awoke at about the same time.

"When do I get to play out a fantasy?" she asked.

"How about right now?" I replied, smiling. "What is your fantasy?"

"Do you remember that sweet dream you had our first day together?"

"Mmmm. I'll never forget that dream."

"Do you remember how I kissed you in that dream?"

"No," I lied, "I don't."

"Oh," she played along, "You said it was soft and gentle, like this." With that, she brushed my lips with hers in a kiss every bit as wonderful as I'd dreamt.

"I think I remember," I said, "So what is your fantasy?"

"I want to try making love to you that gently and sweetly. What do you think?"

"I think we should start." We lay on our sides, and our lips came together softly, gently. Tongues barely touched, and massaged each other slowly, deliciously. Kissing happened for a long time. Breath became a little ragged, but we would not break the spell. A hand went and softly caressed a breast, feeling a nipple engorge. A mouth went and gently, sweetly, sucked that nipple. A hand went to a not ragingly hard penis, wrapped around it lightly, and slowly, lightly stroked. A hand went to a pussy, and gently inserted a finger, then two. It moved those fingers in and out slowly, as carefully as possible. Our soft kisses resumed.

After a long time, we looked at each other. "Now," she said softly, "Make love to me now."

I rolled on top, she spread her long, beautiful legs. The spongy head of my dick found her moist lips, and ever so slowly and gently I pressed the head between them. Our lips stayed locked in the lightest of kisses, tongues sweetly touching at the tips. Her arms wrapped around my neck.

"Slowly," she whispered in my ear. "Let me feel every inch of you enter me."

I slowly pushed, inching my way inside this beautiful woman. It seemed like minutes as I felt her wetness coat my shaft. Finally, I was all the way in.

"You feel so good," she said. "I love how you fill me up."

"I love how warm and wet you feel. I love the feeling of your legs wrapped around me. I love it when you grab my butt and pull me deeper. I love how we rock together."

"Then let's rock together," she said. "Slowly, and with as much love as we can bring." She smiled, and I felt a tear course down my cheek. She wiped it away, and her smile softened.

We rocked, my penis stroking in and out of her slowly, she meeting my slow thrusts and withdrawals, a slow, languorous rhythm. I would bottom out, deep inside her, and stay there, luxuriating in the feeling of being completely buried in her. Then I would withdraw slowly, until just my head penetrated her. I would pause only momentarily, and then move slowly back in until I bottomed out. It was incredibly erotic, but I felt no need to climax. After several minutes, she shuddered and hugged me tight for a minute.

"Mmm. Delicious," she said into my ear.

"There's plenty more where that came from," I said lovingly, "We've only just started. But thank you. This was a great idea." I pushed up onto straight arms, and took her legs up to put her ankles on my shoulders. This let me push in even deeper. I looked down to watch my cock slowly bury itself between her lips. Out and slowly in. Slowly out, and even more slowly in. She would close her eyes and arch her back each time I pushed forward, meeting me. And sighing.

We rocked and rocked, never hurrying, never giving in to baser passions. It was all as slow, sweet and gentle as that dream kiss. She came four more times, each a little more intense than the last.

"Are you close?" she said.

"I could be. Why?" I said.

"Because I'm close to what I know is a big one, and I want to cum with you."

"I think we can do that," I said softly. My rhythm didn't increase, but somehow became more intense. She felt it, too.

"Yes, yes, yes, please," she said in time with my thrusts. Her legs came off my shoulders and wrapped around my waist. I leaned down and we kissed, gently, sweetly.

"It will be soon now, " I said, feeling an orgasm starting to move up from my balls.

"Please make it soon," she breathed, "I'm ready."

"Only a few more thrusts," I said. "Oh, yes, Amanda, I love you so much, I want to give you...all...my...love!"

With that, we came together. I saw stars, I thought she would squeeze my dick off, her pussy clamped down so hard. He hugged me tightly, but gently all the same. Sit seemed like she wrapped her entire body around me, enveloping me, absorbing me into her being. It was the longest, and most wonderful orgasm of my life. I felt my cock exploding inside her. I couldn't stop the spasms of my dick, it just kept coming. She couldn't stop shuddering, holding me tight. Her legs squeezed me too, but gently, lovingly.

Slowly, we came down. Our breathing heavy. Lovemaking that gentle took our breaths away. We held each other. I rolled off to the side, still holding her. Her skin felt so good. She still smelled of soap and shampoo. And sex. We slept.

And it all continued that way for a long, long time. Did we live happily ever after? Well, not ever after, but for long enough. She is now a happy memory. I had the chance to fulfill all my fantasies (and there were a lot). She had the chance to learn to live with a man who didn't relish beating her up, and instead treated her like the magnificent lady she was. Ultimately, I let her go.



Amanda



Arrange

The location is an up-market apartment building that we have chosen specifically for the occasion. A favoured city with the right attractions and facilities, and all the luxuries we require for our lodgings.

We have an exclusive outfitters service; an entire range of clothing and footwear delivered to the apartment, along with a fitter...an attractive young lady, perhaps 25, who is the same size and shape as you - to facilitiate the arrangements.

We have paid fully for the discretion we are expecting, and once again Simone, our hostess, explains the conditions. We will be located in different rooms...she will be the conduit for all communications, and will model any and all garments on request until we are satisfied that the correct ensemble has been chosen, at which time she will remove herself and the remaining goods and leave us to pursue the next step.

Commence

We readily agree to these conditions, and Simone accompanies you down the hall way to your dressing room – in reality it is the main bedroom of the apartment. I am aware that you have already set things up for yourself – certainly there will be champagne, perhaps some seductive music or even some pleasantly erotic materials...nothing extreme, just in keeping with the theme. I am aware that you enjoy sensual stories and have bought you several volumes, some illustrated, to enjoy in your quiet times. 

I am alone in the large lounge area – with the racks of clothes. I am, as you would fully expect, drawn to the lingerie...I can see various colours and designs in vague outline, but nothing with enough real definition to fully comprehend the beauty and arousal value.

Commit

It is perhaps five minutes later that I hear the bedroom door close and Simone's footsteps coming down the hall. I am pleased, but not surprised – she is naked. She is, after all, simply communicating what is happening at the other end of the hallway. I imagine you having slipped off your dress in front of Simone – was she surprised that you wore no underwear? And did you watch her disrobe – curious to see what you look like undressed? 

I observe Simone – much seems familiar; she certainly does have your shape. In particular, I note the accuracy with which her breasts resemble yours. But it is also very different; familiarity means that I know what actions in which places produce certain desirable results from you. I wonder if such things would work with Simone...but it is more curiosity than any desire for this alternate you. I am momentarily consumed with the desire to just rush down the hallway and ravish you...but we can (and will) do that again, as we have in the past, so I preserve the sanctity of this moment.

Indulge

Simone looks at me questioningly. "The lingerie first, I presume?". I nod. 

She has obviously discussed things with you...ignored are the garish and tarty options. Instead, a select range is offered...delicate lace g-strings with matching bras, bustiers with attached suspenders, camisoles combined with flowing silk french knickers and full lace suspender belts. I ask her to model this last option.

"Suspender belt first I believe" she says. She certainly has talked to you – more than once we have taken the option of removing your panties while leaving the suspender belt and stockings in place...and almost always in public, in a fit of daring and danger and lustful wantonness. I often wonder whether you do want to get caught, just once.

Several options are modeled for me, at times dispassionately, at times in a way that says that you have instructed Simone in how to arouse me. And aroused I am...quite obviously. I would attempt to hide it, but I want Simone to recount back to you the success of your combined endeavours.

Temptation

Simone takes several agreed options back to you. Each is gorgeous, and I know that we would both enjoy immensely the opportunities presented. Yet this is only part of the outfitting process...though possibly the most enjoyable. However, all the expectation being built required that the entire outfit represent our desires, not just the lingerie. 

Simone enters your room. You are casually draped over the couch, still naked, sipping cahmpagne and reading stories that parallel your state of mind. Simone is in la Perla – simple black g-string and bra. You note with some appreciation how much more sexual she looks than she did when naked. On the odd occasion you have indulged me with references to entertaining another woman...looking at Simone in her attire makes you realise the temptation. You know full well that I will have had that thought in my mind!

Simone models for you each of the chosen lingerie options. Your mind wanders from what each looks like to what we might do with them. You realise that you are gently caressing your breasts as Simone swishes past in the french knickers set. You are startled by your actions, but Simone simply smiles and asks whether she should communicate that back to me. Understanding that this entirely within the bounds agreed you nod wickedly...and add a gentle journey of your hand down from your breasts and across your stomach, stopping just sort of a fully sexual adventure.

Fulfilling

Simone returns. It is only ten minutes, but it seems an eternity that I have been waiting. She is naked once again. She drapes herself across the couch and proceeds to caress herself. It takes me a moment to realise that she is simply passing on your message. 

Simone brings my attention back to the task at hand. Skirts, blouses and dresses are brought forth. I am aware of your preference here; essentially conservative, masking what lies underneath. Nonetheless, your outfit must offer possibilities...slit skirts, easily lifted hemlines, and necklines ripe with the chance to plunge or separate. And each such possibility must work with the lingerie...and given that I am unaware of the choice you have opted for I must entertain all the combinations.

I am enchanted by a wrap-around dress in french blue; as it wafts I catch more than adequate glimpses of thigh, and with each bend the delightful swell of your breasts shows. Surely such displays would complement which ever lingerie you have chosen. But then there is the long evening gown that clings delightfully to Simone's shapely rear end – limiting the choice of undergarments, but offering fabulous results from long slow caresses.

Once again my choices are offered, and once again Simone ventures to you. This time with a very clear message.

Indulge

You are once again deeply engrossed in your story. More explicit than others, you are aware of your arousal. Simone walks in. She has on a sleek little black dress, with the back cut so low that it would be impossible to wear any underwear. You wonder – this cannot be my choice, so what does it mean? 

Simone walks up to you – you realise you are about to receive a message.

She leans over you, and kisses you deeply and sensuously. She then takes your hand and lets it wander across her sheathed body...so close that the texture of her skin, the goosebumps raised, then slight shudders, are all so apparent.

"I hope that made you feel even one tiny bit as good doing it to Simone as it would make me feel to do it to you"

The delirious combination of your own arousal, the forbidden nature of your attraction to another female, and your understanding of how I must be feeling, is almost overpowering. You want, you crave, Simone to respond to you in my stead. For an instant you want with all your desire that I should enter the room and instruct you to indulge in lustful wantonness with her. But I do not – the moment passes, and the passion is simply stored up with all the other stimuli of the day.

Simone shows you my choices...and instantly you know which one will go with the lingerie choice. You hope desperately that I am thinking the same way.

Wanton

Simone leaves you, returning to my company to make the final selection – shoes. You are torn – such desire that you easily sate by yourself in the full knowledge that you would immediately be able to recreate it. And you do know how I love that you please yourself in preparation. 

Or do you restrain the lust and wait for it to overflow when we meet? Knowing that it will be drawn out, teasing almost to the point of pain...but pleasurable pain.

You know that if I were there the answer would be obvious – immediate graitification, almost pornographic in its explicit display, with me watching your every move. And you wonder...just what limit would Simone place on passing on your messages.

She is back before you really understand your course of action. She has two pairs of shoes – one a full shoe, one with ankle straps...just as you know I like. They also reflect the obvious choices to combine with what you have already selected – you realise that I have made the correct guess.

Simone has no message, other than the shoes. It shows we are both aligned. She asks if you have any final message...you hesitate, but you want it to be so.

You open your book...the one image that truly represents fulfillment; a gorgeous couple in the throes of ecstasy. She smiles...and watches as you slowly start to please yourself. Your hands roam freely, but ever increasingly they focus. When you finally allow a finger to slide inside yourself you hear an almost inaudible but definite sigh...it can only have come from Simone.

Her slight involvement spurs you on...you know that the objective is near, and you allow yourself to be washed over again and again when it finally arrives.

You look at Simone – she nods to indicate that she will, indeed, pass the message on. With your blessing. She kisses you lightly on the lips as she leaves...women sharing a secret rather than their pleasures. You smile conspiritorially.

Decision

You wait, and wonder. Has this gone too far? What if Simone and I go beyond your message? The thought is at once both arousing and concerning – you long for my pleasure, but with someone else? Would you want me to? Would you want to know? Would you want to watch...or join in? 

Your entire outfit is there...glorious and so, so sexy! You know what to do. You seductively dress yourself, allowing each item to caress you as you put it on. You know that this selection cannot fail to impress me; both of itself and because of the journey in choosing it.

Fully attired, you journey down the hall. What will you find, and how will you react?

You can't wait to tell me!

Voyeur

There is no door to the lounge...but the place where Simone and I are located in around a corner, and there are racks of clothes. You can remain as hidden as you wish. 

Simone is sending your message. Her hands are moving slowly but surely. At first she is just caressing her breasts, one in each hand. She moves around the nipples, careful only to make the slightest contact...extending both her own pleasure and the obvious effects it must be having on me.

You cannot see me fully, just from the side. But your view of Simone is uninterrupted and graphic. As one hand slides from her breast to her stomach, then to her thigh, and finally between her legs, you see every detail. First one finger slides in to the folds of skin, then another. There is no need for her to further exhibit herself – it is her actions and not what is visible that is the important thing. Nonetheless it is apparent that she is very aroused, and when she slides two fingers inside herself there is no resistance in her body.

You hear me talking to Simone. "So, does Amanda want me to watch you? Did she do this for you...play with herself? Did she ask you to join in, or play with her?" Simone managed to shake her head in answer to the last question, and whisper "But I think she wanted to!".

"And do you think Amanda wants us to take this further than just me watching you?"

Simone looked straight at me "I know exactly what I want...but you'd have to ask Amanda if she wants you to do it to me"

Boundaries

I look at Simone. Does she really want me to fuck her? She pre-empts any questions – she goes to the lingerie rack, and gets the nastiest g-string...black with a red trim and crotchless. Nothing left to imagination, and no doubt as to her intentions. 

"If I'm going to be dirty, I may as well dress for the occasion" she says. Little does she know that as she lifts her leg to put the panties on your face is mere centimetres from her...you can see the wetness dripping from her. Once again the temptation grasps you – but this time it is easier to resist. Very simply, you want to watch. You want it to happen, and you don't want to miss a moment. You know you have crossed a boundary – one that you are very confident I will be happy you have crossed.

Now – will I cross the boundary? You want it to happen, but you want me to make that decision myself. Just fucking another girl is not something you want me to do – but when it is part of such a sexual and sensual occasion as this then it is not only acceptable to you – it is something you desire deeply. You casually wonder whether you would cross that boundary with another man in a similar situation, and you wonder at my reaction should you do so – but it but a fleeting interruption due to the matters at hand.

Simone is standing in front of my chair. Her next action is obvious and deliberate. She kneels in front of me...you move slightly and see her hands removing my underwear. "Mmm he really is turned on" you think to yourself. As Simone takes my cock in to her mouth you see my head go back on to the chair...a sure sign that I am ready for her to do her best. You've watched me do that so many times...this time it has the added benefit of allowing you to see the action in perpective.

While Simone seems happy to continue her ministrations, I soon lift her up. She stands in front of me, and I lift one of her legs on to the arm of the chair, exposing her pussy. A simple lean forward and I am able to trace my tongue around the edge of her panties before beginning a slow and steady action across the uncovered area. Her breath sharpens noticeably. "Yes" you think to yourself "he does do a fine job of that"

As you watch, you wonder about two things...will the final boundary be crossed – and how long has your hand been playing with your clitoris?

I move from between Simone's thighs, and position her leaning over the back of the chair. She is exposed, and my cock is very hard. I rub the tip across her pussy.

"Do you want me to do this Simone? Do you want me to put my cock in you? Do you want me to fuck you?"

"YES" comes the insistent reply...from Simone – and you!

Exhibition

Neither Simone nor I are at all surprised that you are watching – only that you are so close. As my cock slides in to Simone you walk over; your dress is barely tied up, and the silky suspender belt and stockings are clearly visible, with occasional flashes of the matching navy knickers. 

You position yourself on the chaise-longe, allowing the dress to fall open completely, and play with yourself in rhythm to Simone's gentle back-thrusts. She mouths a simple "thank you" to you.

After a few minutes of pleasuring yourself you beckon us over. You make way for me on the chaise, and escort Simone to the attached lounge. Positioning yourself above my cock you lower yourself until I slide in to you. You invite Simone to pleasure herself as you watch...even giving her the option of using your toys should she want them. She agrees to both suggestions, skipping up to the bedroom and retrieving several tasty offerings from your small but elegant collection.

And that is how the time is passed...for now. Simone's consistent cries of pleasure always spur you on. Watching her impale herself on a dildo as you do the same on my cock...occasionally licking her fingers when she offers them...and offering her the same, which she consumes greedily. 

As Simone seems to approach a final crescendo you quickly reposition me to enter Simone as she lies prone on her back. Even as we begin a frenzied pace, you move closer to Simone – to her breasts, her face, even making me move to the side so you can see up close the meeting of my cock with Simone.

With Simone's ultimate orgasm you quickly sit me on the couch and position yourself facing Simone, who is kneeling exhausted in front of you. "If I'm going to do this, I want it to be huge" you say. I already know what you mean, but it takes Simone a few seconds. Gradually, however, she realises that in this specific position, she can lick your pussy even as you fuck yourself on my cock.

And so, for the first time in real life (after more than a few fantasies about just such an event) you feel the delicacy of a woman's tongue even as you feel the raw power of a man's cock...and you LOVE it.

"God, why haven't we done this before" you think to yourself. As each climax hits it seems bigger than the last, and you almost wonder whether it will. However, a sudden and indescribable feeling takes hold...and both Simone and I recognise it. We each slow our actions...but make them more forceful.

The results are astounding...pleasure to the maximum, as you have never felt it before.

When it finally subsides you see Simone and I smiling at you – to some extent it is pride in our respective performances, but mostly it is just a genuine pleasure in your pleasure.

And to think...that's just the beginning of the evening! 



Amanda



He was in his mid forties and spent the majority of those years languishing in complete obscurity. Its clichéd to say but he was just one of those people that did not stand out in a crowd. 

It wasn't that he chose to be this way, it was just the hand that life dealt him and he accepted it without question. 

Shyness had a lot to do with his station in life, but he could thank his upbringing for that. He was raised in a very religious setting where original and creative thoughts outside what the bible taught were squashed like a bug on a windshield. Thanks to this he did not even lose his virginity until he left home and went away to college, and only then because his friend's drunken sister all but forced herself on him.

He never married and had only one girlfriend his entire life and that had been almost ten years ago. She lived across the hall from his apartment, and like the girl who took his virginity; she almost had to rape him the first time before he finally grew use to her and would accept her advances. They spent less than a year together when her job took her to another part of the country, and she moved away. There were other women in his life, but as always they took control and were the ones that initiated the encounter. They were often very bold and almost forceful in their insistence on having sex with him.

As is often the case when a person is crippled with shyness and self doubt, the world never gets to see what really lies beneath, and he was no different. Inside he was the complete opposite and was almost a genius in his thought processes and creativity. He studied writing in college in hopes of channeling this into great works of religious fiction, but at that time he had no idea where his real gift as an author lie. 

It was less than three blocks from his apartment to his office so he walked it every day, stopping along the way to grab the Denver Post and a bagel. As he stood at the red traffic light, he glanced through the paper, but he felt like he was being watched. He turned and looked. Two young ladies sitting at an outdoor table by a nearby café were both staring at him. As he turned and looked at them, they both smiled and simultaneously the old familiar butterflies welled up in his stomach and his face flushed red. 

When the light changed to green, he quickly crossed the street and made his way down the sidewalk toward his office. Having arrived at his office, he reached in his pocket and removed the keys. Unlocking the door he made his way in and let the door clang closed behind him. Flipping on the light it illuminated the small reception area, and passing through it he went to the only other door which led to his medium sized office. 

Once inside his office he tossed the newspaper on his desk and then made his way to the bathroom, the only other room in the three room office where he came to work, something he did seven days a week. Entering the bathroom he closed the door behind him despite being alone in the office, something most people do without thinking about it. Once he was done he flushed the toilet and washed his hands at which time he opened the door and stepped back into his office.

Going to his desk he pulled out his chair and, as he sat down, he reached over and switched on his computer. As the screen flickered and it started to warm up he paged through the newspaper some more. As his wallpaper appeared he reached for the mouse and clicked to check his email, waiting for them all to download.

"Mostly junk," he thought to himself as he started going through them one by one. Half way down he came to the one he hoped would be there. It was from his editor, and he clicked on it to open it. 

"You did it again Shadow. I didn't have to change a thing," it read. "Probably your best work to date."

Closing the letter he forwarded it and then finished cleaning out his inbox and found only one more email worth reading. It was from his best and only true friend Steve, so he opened it and read.

"Hey, buddy, do me a favor and put a bug in Amanda's ear to call her mom. I know she's busy with school and work, but it's been over a week since she called or sent a text, and I am the one who is catching hell from Peggy." In the next line he wrote, "By the way I logged on last night and read your newest story. It was fantastic. Don't know how you do it but don't stop." 

Steve had been his best friend since college, and it was in fact Steve's little sister Cindy who took his virginity so long ago when they spent the holidays at his parents. Being his best friend Steve was the only one who truly knew him inside and out. Over the years his friendship had been invaluable in overcoming his lack of social skills. In fact it was at Steve's insistence that he took the road he did that ended up leading him to his small but successful career. 

It was just after college when he moved here to Denver to start a career as a young writer. He was mostly working on articles for religious magazines but was not having any luck getting them published. He was writing and submitting his work for about eight months when Steve came to spend a weekend with him and to attend a concert in town. While using his computer that weekend Steve stumbled onto a story that was never intended for anyone's eyes but his own. 

At the time he wrote it, he was very angry and frustrated because none of his work was being published. He was also angry at himself for being socially awkward, but mostly he was angry at the religion that made him such an introvert. He was tired of feeling guilty every time he had any kind of thought that went against his upbringing, and, as he sat there at the computer, the anger grew greater inside of him and he just started to type. As years of guilt and sexual frustration flowed out of his fingers and onto the key board he wrote...

The Church of Hate By Shadow

It was almost dark when I snuck through the back door of the church; I knew they would be here but the fact that the lights were on proved my assumption correct. I was slowly making my way down the hall that led to the church office where I knew they would be. He was probably writing his Sunday sermon, more words from God to punish young minds. It was Pastor Jones, the head of the Trinity Church of Christ, I was here to see along with his young bride Elena who he had brought back from one of his many mission trips to the Ukraine, a young blond girl half the pastor's age. The pastor worshiped the ground that Elena walked on, and it seemed every sermon he gave involved some tale about her and her country. 

As I approached the open door of the office, I stopped just short of the entrance so I could listen. Inside I heard the clacking of his fingers on the keyboard and the low sound of modern Christian music with an upbeat tempo coming from what I assumed was a stereo. Not long after I arrived at the door the typing stopped and I heard Pastor Jones say, "Elena why don't you run down to the chicken joint and grab us a bucket of chicken for dinner. I am going to be here a while so we might as well eat." 

"As you wish," and I heard her slide her chair back and stand up.

Scrambling but still quiet I backed up and ducked into the broom closet so she would not see me as she came out of the door. No sooner had I made it inside than I heard her steps going down the hall towards the front door. When I heard the echo of the big door clanging shut and reverberating through the empty church, I reached into my back pocket and pulled out a short piece of pipe. 

Quietly making my way down the hall again, I reached the door of the office, only this time I leaned forward, and peaking around the door frame, I looked in. He was sitting at his desk with his back to me not ten feet away, and he was looking at something on the screen. I couldn't see the entire screen because he was blocking it with his body, but I could see enough to realize it was homosexual pornography. 

It was a hatred for this man that had brought me here tonight, and I was determined to make him pay for the hurt he had caused me. I was only nineteen years old, but I knew what I was doing and had been planning it for months. My parents used the teachings of this man to crush my free spirit and rein guilt down on me almost daily. Any thought or action deemed unchristian like was treated as an affront to God, and I was forced to pray for hours for forgiveness. 

Now here I was looking at his back as he stared at a screen full of gay pornography. This was the same man who suggested my parents put me in counseling because they caught me masturbating. Lord knows what they would do if they knew I was also having sex with the neighbor's daughter. 

When I acted, I moved so fast it surprised me, and I closed the ten feet between us and hit him on the back of the head with the pipe so fast he didn't even know I was there. As he crumpled to the floor, nineteen years of hatred poured out of me. I fought back the urge to strike him again and again. Now knowing what kind of man he really was made what I did tonight all the more sweeter. 

When Pastor Jones came back around, he was tied to his desk chair and had a rag stuffed in his mouth with duct tape holding it in place. I was pushing the wheeled chair up the main aisle of the church between the pews and stopped right in front of the pulpit and the huge cross that hung on the wall behind it. I spun him around so he was facing forward. As he looked at me through glassy eyes, a small trickle of blood dripped off the back of his head and onto the carpet. I guess I hit him a lot harder than I thought. I hated this man, and the last thing I ever wanted to do again was talk to him; but I looked at him and said, "You're not a very computer literate man, pastor. I searched your history and found all kinds of incriminating websites you have been visiting. Not exactly the stuff you would want the church elders or your wife to find out about now, is it?" 

He just looked back at me, but I could tell I had him. 

"I took the liberty to make a back up of them, and, if you don't do exactly as I tell you tonight, they will find their way to the church elders. Is that understood?

Knowing that his reputation, career, and marriage were on the line; he hung his head and slowly nodded yes. 

With that I walked back down the aisle and turned out the lights leaving him in darkness. I didn't want Elena to see him when she returned, not yet anyway. 

When she walked through the office door, I was standing behind it. As she set the bucket of chicken on his desk, I closed the gap between us and grabbed her from behind. I placed my hand over her mouth and whispering in her ear.

"Elena, you have a lot of choices to make soon but screaming isn't one of them; and, if you do, bad things will happen to you and your husband. Do you understand me?"

"Yes," she mumbled through my hand. 

Still in an unwavering whisper I continued. "Pastor Jones has done terrible things to people's minds in the name of God for many years and ever since arriving here you have done nothing but go along with him. Although what I am going to do here tonight is by no means a good thing, you will both pay for what you have done." 

At this point I stopped to let my words sink in before I continued. 

"I am going to remove my hand from your mouth now, and you will not scream. Is that understood?"

As she nodded her head yes, I pulled my hand away and turned her around so I could look into her eyes. Holding her with a hand on each shoulder, I looked into her blue eyes that were full of fear. For some strange reason it excited me.

"I am not going to tell you what I know. I have just learned something about Pastor Jones that could ruin him and force him to leave the ministry. You don't want that, do you?" 

She shook her head no. 

"You would be homeless because your house belongs to the church, and, after what he has done, no other church would have him. The reputation and influence you enjoy so much as the pastor's wife would be gone." I paused. "You wouldn't want that to happen, would you?"

And again she quickly shook her head no

I had been planning this night for months and the time was finally here. 

Grabbing her by the arm, I dragged her out the door and down the hallway to the main foyer of the church. Moving to the wall where the light switch was, I flipped it on and in the now lit room Elena spotted the pastor tied to the chair at the head of the church. Still dragging her I quickly moved up the aisle, and, arriving at the front of the church, I forced her to sit in the front pew where she always sat on Sunday morning during the service. 

Turning to face the pastor I said, "I am sure you have no idea just how much pain you have caused me, but you have robbed me of my teen years and tonight you will watch as I exact payment for that."

She really was a beautiful woman, and I had a secret crush on her for years now. In fact it was her image I saw the day I got caught masturbating. As I turned from the pastor, I walked to the pew where she sat with my groin only inches from her beautiful face.

"Take off my pants," I said.

I could hear the pastor suddenly struggle vigorously to free him self in vain and he was yelling something through the rag in his mouth but I had done my job well when I tied and gagged him.

Her face was a mask of fear as she reached out with trembling hands and undid the button on my jeans and then unzipped them. She slid them past my hips and down off my legs. She was having trouble getting them over my shoes so I just kicked them off and stepped out of my jeans. I wasn't wearing underwear so when I stood up straight again my cock hung mere inches from her soft red lips. 

Taking it in my hand, I started to slap her cheek with it, and, when I looked over at the pastor, he was looking the other way. 

"Oh no, Pastor!" I said. "This show is for you, and you're going to watch every minute of it. Is that understood?" 

He didn't nod but he did turn his head back towards his wife. Again he struggled to free himself but all of his efforts were in vain as he sat there helpless as I continued to slap his wife's face with my hard cock. 

"Open your mouth!" I told Elena. 

"I... I..." she stammered but as she parted her lips I slid my dick in. Something happened. There was a change in her. To my utter surprise she immediately started to suck me off without being told. It was better than any fantasy I ever had leading up to this night, I was in the building I hated the most, with the wife of the man I hated the most sucking my dick, and it obviously was not her first time. She was eager and enthusiastic as she wrapped one of her hands around the base of my cock and was stroking in unison to the movement of her mouth. The other hand was gently squeezing my balls. 

She was making slurping sounds as she bobbed her head back and forth on my now erect member, and I kept looking over at the pastor to make sure he was watching. She was wearing a baggy shirt that hid her breasts and a full length denim skirt that went clear to the floor, the normal modest dress of a woman of the church. However in the present situation it was doing nothing for me, and as I had fantasized about doing since I was fourteen I told her "Take off your clothes!" 

She let my cock slide out of her mouth as she stood up. We were face to face so I took a few steps back so I could watch her. She started pulling her shirt up over her head. As she slowly took it off, I noticed her breasts were small and firm so she had no need for a bra but what surprised me most was to find her nipples were erect.

"Was she enjoying this?" I wondered. 

She started to slide the denim dress down off her round hips, letting it fall to the floor where she then stepped out of it. Wearing only a pair of very lacy silk underwear and her high heels, I watched intently as she hooked her fingers in her panties. As she started to slide them off, she turned so I could see her ass and pussy as she bent completely at the hips. She did that on her own, and I quickly glanced over at the pastor. The look on his face told me he was thinking the same thing I was. She was getting into this.

She stood back up and looked at me intently when I reached out and grabbed her and pulled her close. At exactly the same moment our mouths came together, and I could feel her forcing her tongue past my lips. As our tongues were wrestling with each other, they darted back and forth from her mouth to mine. I felt her pushing her pussy against my erection. I was losing control of the situation, and she was taking over. I knew this for sure when she reached down and started stroking my cock as she bit me hard on the neck.

I no longer cared if the pastor was watching or not because I felt like I was being sucked into a tornado of pleasure. She was jerking my cock with abandon and was now nibbling on my nipples as she rubbed her pussy with her free hand. It was as if a wild woman had been unleashed within her, and she was growing wilder by the minute. 

She stopped jerking me off and with a gentle push, she forced me to my back on the carpeted floor right at the pastor's feet. Kneeling down beside me, she once again took my cock in her mouth and began to suck with abandon. I reached around her tight ass and ran my fingers up and down the length of her pussy and a small moan came from her throat. 

"Oooooohhhhhhhhh!"

After a few minutes of this she turned her body so her pussy was right above me, and then she lowered it to my mouth. My tongue darted out and started to lick her hot wet lips, running up and down the length of its crease as she continued her assault on my penis. The large empty cathedral echoed with the sounds of slurping and sucking as we continue to pleasure each other for several intense minutes. I was now completely focused on her clit, and I sucked it into my mouth time and time again. Drawing circles around it with the hard tip of my tongue caused her to squirm so I kept it up until she was grinding my whole face into her pussy. I could feel her juices flowing across my cheeks. 

Suddenly she lifted her pussy off of me and turned around. We looked into each other's eyes. Seeing her juices on my face, she used her tongue to lick me clean. Raising her body into a setting position where she was now squatting over me, she grabbed my cock; and, as she slowly lowered herself down on it, she locked eyes with the pastor. 

It was incredible how tight she was. I don't have a huge cock but it was bigger than average, and I felt as if it was going to tear her in two. Incredible moans of pleasure escaped her as she let her muscles relax so she could take me all the way in, and as she bottomed out I couldn't believe what I heard her say.

With her eyes still locked with the pastor's, she spoke to him in her broken English.

"Finally, a real man, Mr. Insy Weensy," and then she returned her gaze to me and started to slide up and down on my cock. 

I reached up and took one of her small breasts into each of my hands as she slowly rode me. With her nipples between my fingers, I squeezed her breasts and inadvertently she started to move faster. 

She was so tight. It was if she was milking me. I never felt anything like it before in my life. In fact I never knew a feeling like this existed. The look on her face told me she was enjoying it as well, and judging from the feel it was the largest thing she ever had in her. 

She moved even faster now and moaned nonstop so I started to meet her with thrusts from my own hips. I let go of her breasts and reaching out with my hands I grabbed the sides of her stomach as I speared upward faster and faster. We were now crashing together with a constant slapping sound, and we were both moaning loudly. I started to feel a tingle building in my balls and knew the end was coming, but she was oblivious to everything but her own need and was slamming down on my dick with as much force as she could muster. 




Amanda



I teetered on the edge now and was trying to raise her off of me, but she knew what I was trying to do and instead she forced herself down onto me as far as she could go. As I crashed over the top, I shot stream after stream of hot cum inside her. As if she were waiting on me to do just that, I felt her pussy contract; and she too climaxed with a squeal as waves of electricity passed through her body. She clinched her teeth and her nails dug into my chest, and then completely spent she collapsed on top of me with my now softening cock still inside her. 

We lay there holding each other for a few minutes and then the realization of where we were laying sank in and we quickly rose to our feet. As we gathered our cloths and began to redress, she turned and faced me.

"I go with you now." 

Looking at here in shock I didn't know what to say. I was completely dumfounded.

"Ummm is that wha...I mean you sure you want to do that?" was all I managed to stammer.

"Yes, I no want to stay with old man more. I want young exciting man. I want be with you." With that she took my hand and led me toward the front door leaving the pastor tied to the chair.

This was the story that Steve had stumbled onto and the fact he had read it angered Shadow at the time. Steve was blown away by it and raved about how exciting and erotic it was, but to Shadow it was nothing short of blasphemy that went against everything he was taught. In fact if it had not been for Steve he would have deleted it that very night. 

Thankfully he didn't and it took almost a year of coaxing and insistence, but Steve finally got him to send it to an editor. He had to muster every bit of will power he had to hit the send button, but from somewhere he got the courage and he sent it to be edited. 

By this time he had given up on religious articles and had pretty much given up on religion all together, but the shyness it had caused would remain with him for years to come. 

It was a week later when he got his story back, and he sat for hours looking at the email still feeling ashamed that he had written a story about sex in a church. Finally he opened the email and read the editor's notes.

"Although this story is rough in its format for an erotic tale its context and the way you described it was outstanding. The most impressive part of the story was the BOLD subject matter you choose and the way in which you described it. All and all it was a good read, and you should have no trouble selling it if you work on its format a bit more. I suggest you read some other writers erotica and see how they format their stories and soon enough you'll get the hang of it."

He reread it at least five times. He couldn't believe it. The editor liked it, and he wasn't struck by lightning for writing it. He knew at that moment he found his calling and an outlet for the pent up frustrations with his lack of social grace. He couldn't have sex with a real woman without being pushed into it, but in his mind he learned to master the art of pleasing women and describing it for others to read. 

He took the editor's suggestion and after much research he sat down and rewrote it using the most accepted format for his style of writing. He sent it off to the same editor again to have it re-edited and when he got it back it was with glowing reviews. Now he just needed to submit it for sale. 

He spent days trying to find an acceptable venue with which to post it for sale, and although he never found one he really liked, he finally choose one and submitted it. An online adult web site bought it for $300.00 which was by far the most he had ever made on a single article he had written. They posted it on their site and for a $15 dollar monthly fee you could log on and read it. He just wanted to see what it looked like in print so he paid for a monthly membership and inadvertently introduced himself to the world of pornography. 

He logged on for the first time and was shocked at the images he saw as he entered the welcome screen. He never considered this when he joined the site, but there were pictures and movies of anything you could imagine two people doing to each other. 

For the time being he forgot all about his story and spent hours clicking from one page to the next. He didn't know it, but he just found one of the best tools for an erotic writer, a place where he could study how people really acted while performing sex. And for an introvert like him with very little actual experience, it would prove to be invaluable. 

While clicking through the movies he watched one involving lesbians, something he had never even seen in his imagination. As he watched the two beautiful women performing cunnilingus on each other, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his penis without even thinking about it. He was so caught up in the erotic image of the two beauties together on his computer screen that he didn't notice he was masturbating until he felt himself getting off. His whole body suddenly tensed as he came and streams of cum shot out onto the carpet in his bedroom. Gasping for air he couldn't believe what he had just done. It had been less than three hours since he had joined the site, and he had already crossed a new threshold. 

Now he switched his thoughts back to his story, and returning to the main page he clicked the link taking him to the erotica area. Going through the list of stories, he found his; and, when it opened, he was immediately impressed with the stationary they had used as a background. It looked very classy and professional and despite the fact he wrote it, he found himself reading it again. 

When he got to the bottom, he found a counter that showed over 100,000 people already read it, and many of them left comments on it. One after the other he read them and to a single person they were impressed with it, some even saying they were brought up in the same type of strict environment. One went so far to say that he and his girlfriend actually had sex in his church as a way to strike back at them for trying to control his life. 

He closed the site and feeling absolutely invigorated with the comments and the sexual images he saw, he opened Office Word and began to write. 

Each story he wrote became easier, and, as he honed his technique, he became much better at it. Years passed as he let erotic image after erotic image flow out into very intricate story lines. After many years of practice he became quite good and now many of his stories sold to the top named adult men's magazines and web sites. 

However in all the years of submitting his work for sale, he never found a reliable company to use as an agent. They either wanted too much of a percentage, they wanted to use their own editors, or they demanded he write for them exclusively, and one even wanted him to share his copyrights. 

And that is where Amanda came in

Amanda was nineteen and attending CTU in Denver. She was working towards a Computer Science degree, but when she became involved in his business, she was only eighteen and still living at home. She was Steve and Peggy's only child, and she was one of the smartest girls Shadow ever met. It was Steve's idea, but as soon as he told him about it he knew it was the answer he had been searching for.

Steve called him one day last year and said that he was dripping wet but the answer to Shadows problem came to him in the shower, and he couldn't wait to run it by him. They talked often about Shadows frustration with selling his stories, and Steve's solution was so simple he almost slapped himself for not thinking of it earlier.

'Why not just start your own website using your pen name? Hell the reputation you have built is good enough to draw your buyers there. This way you're in full control and don't have to pay any more commissions."

"Wow, Steve, you're right. That would be the way to go," he said. "I'll start looking for a web designer right away."

"No, save your money. Amanda's a whiz at that stuff, and I am sure she would do it for you. She loves all that computer stuff, and she adores you."

"Are you sure it would be all right. I mean, I am sure she is busy with her own stuff right now."

"Tell you what. I will talk to her tonight and ask her and then call you back," and without waiting for a reply he hung up. 

Steve indeed talked to Amanda and without hesitation she agreed to design a website where he could showcase his work. The next day he gave Steve his credit card information so she could purchase things like his domain name, host server, shopping cart, and all the other things he needed to have a successful web business. 

In less than a week he logged onto shadowserotica.net for the first time, and, when he entered, he was blown away. It was one of the best looking sites he ever saw and was amazed at the job she did. It was far better looking than any of the sites he fought with for years. 

She said she enjoyed making it and didn't need payment, but he sent her a check for a thousand dollars anyway. She sent him a thank you email and in it she said she would run and maintain the web site if he wanted her too, an offer he immediately accepted. 

That was how Amanda ended up in Denver. She was looking at schools to go to for a Computer Science degree, but decided on CTU so she could help him with his business and go to school at the same time. Of course he insisted on paying her, and she agreed. That was when he rented the small office. It would not be very business like for them both to be working out of his bedroom where he kept his computer. Besides it helped him avoid being distracted to be away from home while he worked. 

She started school in the fall having taken some time off after high school. She just turned nineteen when she arrived. Having known her all her life, he didn't have the usual hang ups being around her that he had with other women which helped create a comfortable working environment. Besides maintaining the website, she handled all the secretarial duties, what little there were, just for something to do. 

She had been here for six months now and he came to rely on her. She helped him with several things he had trouble with, like remembering to pay the power bill. As he said, she was very smart and a genius with web design, but she was no computer geek. She was a very good looking young woman but for some reason she choose to spend most of her free time at the office. Even when there was nothing for her to do, she would sit in a chair in his office and watch out the window as he wrote, but sometimes he could feel her watching him.

He returned to the Denver Post, and, as he finished reading it, he ate his bagel. There was a little fridge in the office, and he went to get a Dr Pepper. He just sat back down when he heard the front door open and someone entered. Although he couldn't see the reception area from there, he knew it was Amanda because no one else ever came here. 

Sure enough a few seconds later she walked into his office and stopped in front of his desk

'Morning Shadow," she said as she looked through a stack of mail she held in her hand.

She kept sweeping her bangs out of her eyes, but they would instantly fall back down. She kept threatening to cut them but hadn't yet. 

"I thought you had class this morning?" he said and then remembered, "And good morning Amanda." 

"I did but didn't feel like going," she said as she flipped a large yellow envelope onto his desk. 

She was wearing a tight short black dress today but this was not unusual for her because she tended to dress in sexy cloths and had the body to back it up. Why she chose to spend all her time here at the office with him was mystifying. With her red hair and blue eyes she was a natural beauty and I am sure the guys at college gave her plenty of glances, Shadow even caught him self watching her perfect ass as she walked away from time to time. 

"Anything new?" she asked.

"Couple things, first the story I wrote for Jugs magazine came back from the editor this morning. I forward it to you so you can put it on the site and they can download it. Second your dad sent me an email. Your mom's in a tizzy because you haven't called her for a week."

Smiling as she looked up from the mail, she said, "I am punishing her for saying I dress trashy." With that she turned and headed for her desk in the reception area to finish reading the mail. 

He picked up the big yellow envelope she tossed on his desk and with a letter opener he slit the top. As he reached inside, he looked at the address and saw that it was from the photographer. Pulling the picture out he turned it and then looked at himself in the image. Although he was in his 40s, there was no grey showing in his light blond hair, and his blue eyes still looked clear. He had no visible wrinkles and in fact he looked ten years younger than he really was. The woman he had dated so long ago kept insisting that he was very handsome, but, because he didn't feel that way inside, he doubted her sincerity. 

Amanda forced him into getting the professional photo taken for the website; and, although they sent her a digital copy that she already posted on the web page, for some reason she insisted that the photographer send a regular picture as well. 

He was just slipping the picture back into the envelope to give to Amanda when he heard "HOLY SHIT!" and Amanda came running into his office with a sheet of paper in her hand. 

"The Erotic Writers Guild is presenting you with a special recognition for 20 years of published erotic fiction at there annual convention in two weeks," she blurted out.

He looked at her for a minute in disbelief then she added as she read further.

"It's in New York." 

He was a member of the Erotic Writers Guild but he had no idea this was coming. There was no clue. He didn't know what to say. He just kept looking at Amanda in shock. It made him feel good inside, but it also made him nervous knowing he would probably have to give a speech. 

"I have never been to New York," was all he could say as he stared at the paper in Amanda's hand.

"It says here that there will be a black tie dinner and then the presentation and afterward a dance." 

"I don't even own a dinner jacket!" he exclaimed.

"Don't worry I will take care of everything," Amanda said. "We'll go shopping for your tuxedo tomorrow after I get out of class." 

With that she turned to leave the office but half way out she stopped. Without turning around she said, "You're going to need a date so I am going with you." Then she quietly walked out of the room. 

Shadow just stared at the empty space where Amanda had been standing when she had last spoke. Now he was in double shock, he had just received news of a special recognition honoring his writing and now Amanda had just told him she was going with him to New York City. 

It was dark in the room as he lay there in bed but there was enough light to see the ceiling and that was what he was starring at. Tomorrow he and Amanda would fly to New York for the Convention, and he was nervous as hell. Mostly he was nervous about giving his speech. Introverted people and public speaking don't usually go hand in hand, but he was also nervous about Amanda going with him. Ever since she had announced her intentions of coming, she had changed. When she came into his office, she no longer stood in front of his desk but instead walked around and rested a hand on his shoulder as she talked to him. Then there was the day she was wearing her favorite min skirt and on the way out of his office she dropped a pen. Bending at the waste, she gave him a clear view of her pink lace panties. He was sure it was no accident. It was if the announcement of the trip was a chance she had been waiting for, but a chance for what?

After rising early the next morning, he finished his preparations for the trip and then hailed a cab. Once inside he gave the driver the address to Amanda's dorms on the CTU campus so they could pick her up. As they pulled up to the front of her dorm, she was standing outside waiting with her bag, and as usual she was dressed to kill. She had a body hugging red dress on that stopped just below the cheeks of her ass and showed every inch of her perfect form. 

"Good morning, Shadow" she said as she slid into the seat, and then to his surprise she slid into the middle next to him and put her garment bag which he was sure held her evening gown and small suitcase in the seat next to the door. 

"Good Morning," he barely managed to say as she quickly leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

"I am so excited," she said. "I have been going crazy for two weeks waiting for this day to come."

"Umm... Yeah, uh, Airport please," was all that Shadow could seem to stammer, and the cab pulled away from the curb. 

Walking through the airport toward security, she led him through the throngs of people, and there was no question as to who was now controlling the situation. They got in line at the security checkpoint and slowly inched forward. They had been moving slowly for about twenty minutes and were getting to the end of the line. 

Turning to him she said, "I am sure glad they are flying us first class. Coach is so crowded."

They were starting through the security checkpoint so he didn't say anything as he started putting his stuff on the small conveyor belt. They passed through security without incident and made their way downstairs to get on the train to their concourse. Once again she was guiding him through the crowd and onto the train. The train was full and so they had to stand and hold onto the bar. As they jolted along, her long bangs kept falling down over her eyes. 

Arriving at their gate they found some seats and sat down to wait for boarding calls. She was in the seat next to him and nonchalantly placed her hand on his knee when she turned and faced him.

"Have you been practicing your speech?" she asked.

"I think I have it down, but I am nervous as hell," he said as he glanced down at her hand. 

"You'll do fine, baby," she said as she squeezed his knee for emphasis.

"Baby?" he thought to himself. She never called him that before. She was changing right before his eyes, and he didn't know what to make of it. It was as if a different woman was coming out of her and was dead set on having him. She was taking control, and he was unable to prevent it which caused an all too familiar feeling to pass over him. 

It was a three and a half hour flight from Denver to New York, and Shadow planned on using the time to go over his speech, but Amanda had other plans. As soon as they were in the air and the seatbelt light went out, she removed hers and slid as close to him as she could. Laying her head on his shoulder and once again placing her hand on his leg, she said, "Mmmmm this is nice. Think I might catch a short nap, ok sweetie?"

"That's fine," he said but inside he was feeling anything but fine.

They were an hour into the flight, and Amanda was sound asleep with her head on Shadow's shoulder when the plane suddenly hit a pocket of air and lurched. Her hand fell and landed on the seat between his legs and right against his cock. Her hair was inches from his nose, and the intoxicating smell of her strawberry shampoo distracted him. He could feel her hand pressing against his cock. Despite his best effort to control himself, the sensation was too much and he could feel his cock growing hard. 

He felt like his body was betraying him as he sat there with his now hard cock against her hand. He knew her all of her life and should not be reacting this way, but her aggressive advances were getting to him. Despite the guilt he felt for betraying her father and his best friend, there was no denying that his defenses were wearing thin. After all she was a beautiful women and very desireable.




Amanda



Sometime later they hit another small pocket of air, and the plane lurched again. Amanda's breathing patterns changed and a few seconds later her eyes opened. She didn't move, but when her head cleared and she remembered where she was, she smiled at him. A few more seconds passed, and she must have felt his erection, but instead of moving her hand away she lightly brushed back and forth against it. 

"God that felt good!" he thought as he did nothing to stop her. It had been so long since anyone touched him that way, but then the guilt came rushing back. He gently moved her hand back onto the top of his leg. She didn't say anything. She just continued to lie on his shoulder until the lights came on telling them to prepare for landing.

They left the airport and caught a cab to the hotel where the Erotic Writers Guild booked their rooms. Walking up to the front desk, the clerk greeted them.

"Hello, may I help you?"

"Yes, we would like to check in," Amanda said.

"Name?" asked the clerk.

The convention coordinator booked it under Amanda's name since she handled all the trip details. "Amanda Brookshire."

Typing on his computer the clerk took a minute and then said, "Yes, Miss Brookshire, Suite 223 has been booked in your name for two nights, and the bill has been paid in full."

"But that's only one ro..." Shadow started to say but Amanda cut him off

"No, that's right, I only had them book us one room," she said quickly.

"But your fathe....." and again she cut him off.

"Its fine, baby, I will explain it all when we get to our room."

"Is there a problem?" injected the clerk

"No, no problem," Amanda replied, smiling in a friendly manner.

The clerk summoned the bell hop and after placing their luggage on a cart he led them to the elevator. 

Shadow's head was swooning, and he felt sick inside as he followed Amanda and the bell hop. This couldn't be happening, not with Steve's daughter. He knew now she had planned it all along. It explained the change over the last two weeks. 

They arrived at their room, and the bell hop swiped the key card and opened the door. After they entered the room, he closed it behind them. Looking around Shadow was amazed at the size of the suite. There was an actual living room, and the bedroom was separate. Thank God there was couch. That was where he would sleep. After making sure they didn't need anything and receiving a tip from Shadow, the bell hop let himself out of the room.

"I know I blindsided you but I didn't know any other way to get your attention, "Amanda said, standing in front of Shadow while messing with his shirt collar. "Trust me. I have been trying since puberty." 

He was a mess inside. Everything about this was wrong. She was not supposed to have feelings for him. He was so flustered he could not think coherently. 

"But Amanda what about your father?" he asked, looking away from her.

"Don't worry about my father. It's all going to work out," she said to him as she gently kissed him on the lips. "Why don't we get ready for dinner. I am starving."

"Sure," he replied totally disarmed by her boldness. "That sounds good." and with that they freshened up and made their way downstairs to the hotel restaurant. 

Amanda was sitting next to him, and they already ordered and were waiting for it to come. His emotions had been on a roller coaster all day so he ordered a VO and 7 to calm his nerves. As he sipped the Amber liquid, he felt it warming him from the inside out as she sat silently watching him drink. Being only nineteen, she couldn't drink yet so she was sipping on a Pepsi.

"You know my Aunt Cindy told me that from the very first day she saw you she had to have you. You were the most handsome man she had ever seen."

He spoke quickly with surprise in his voice. "You know about me and your Aunt Cindy?"

"Yes, she told me when I confided in her last year that I had a crush on you just before I left to move out to Denver. She told me she had to get drunk to muster up the courage to come to you, and once she did she thought it was your first time, was it?"  

He blushed red, not believing they were having this conversation, but he softly said, "Yes."

"You know what else she told me that day?" she asked.

"What's that," he asked honestly curious.

She said to me, "Amanda, your father loves both you and Shadow. He would accept you together, even if it took him some time. If you really want to be with him, go get him before someone else does."

Shadow just looked down at his plate for a minute thinking about what she just said. Steve was the most even tempered person he knew, but this was his daughter, and they considered Shadow part of the family. Wouldn't they think of him more as her uncle?

He just didn't know what to think or what to do. He did know the erection on the plane was real so he had to admit he was attracted to her, but was that enough?

"Perhaps she's right and he would come to accept it, but I just don't know."

"Nobody knows my father the way Cindy does. If she thinks he would accept it, then that's what I believe."

She had him there he had to admit. Steve and Cindy were very close. Steve once told him there were very few things they didn't discuss. 

But right then the waiter showed up with dinner and Shadow ordered another VO and 7 even though it was his third and he was becoming lightheaded. They talked as they ate, but the subject of her father wasn't mentioned again. It was obvious to Shadow that in Amanda's mind Cindy had given her the green light, and that's all she needed. If only he could get his mind to think the same way. 

After dinner they returned to the room. They both felt better after eating, and Shadow felt pretty mellow after having consumed five drinks over the course of only an hour, the most he had consumed in one sitting since college. They sat close on the couch and watched TV for a while. Then Amanda got up and went to her suitcase. Rummaging around she eventually found what she was looking for and headed to the bedroom. 

"Please excuse me for a minute. I'll return in a flash," and with that she shut the door behind her.

Shadow for some time now denied how he felt about Amanda. He always admired her from a distance and felt physically attracted to her, but always rejected how he truly felt about her because she was only nineteen years old and his best friend's daughter. He refused to allow himself to become emotionally involved because of the problems it would cause.

Thoughts of this very alluring young woman filled his mind when the door opened. He didn't immediately look her way, but when he did he about fell off the couch. She was standing in the doorway in a black negligee with one arm up on the door frame. It was silk and it was cut low in front and high on the hip. He could faintly see through the silk to what lie beneath. Her long red hair looked even redder as it lay against the black material, and her eyes were radiating a come hither look that almost boiled his blood. He never saw anything so sexy in his life. 

She slowly walked towards him. Getting between him and the TV, she turned, and pausing to let him admire her perfect ass, she then slowly bent at the hips as she reached all the way down and grabbed her ankles. His breath caught in his throat. He could see the outside of her pussy where the material had slipped between her lips. Her g string gave him an unobstructed view of her smooth ass. He could feel the start of a tingle in his balls, and for the second time that day he started getting hard.

Slowly standing up again she looked back at him over her shoulder and smiled at him with a sexy pout. Then turning part way towards him, she reached out a hand for him to take. He stared at it for a few seconds, and then reaching out he took her hand in his and rose up off the couch. She led him through the bedroom door and led him over to the bed where she turned him and sat him down. Sitting down beside him, she took his hand in hers and raising it to her mouth. She began sucking on his fingers one by one. 

He was definitely enjoying the sensation of his fingers in her mouth. Foreplay was foreign to him. All the previous women, even the one he dated, had been in a hurry for gratification so they went straight to fucking, but Amanda was in no hurry. She took his hand slowly away from her mouth and put it on her neck guiding him to rub her neck and cheek. The whole time she was watching his eyes, but he was focused completely on their hands as she started to drag them across her chest and when they got to the low neckline she slid Shadow's hand inside her lingerie and placed it on her left breast. 

He could feel the erect nipple pressing against the palm of his hand, and by now his cock was screaming out for release as it tried to rip through the leg of his pants where it was trapped. She started to guide his hand in a circular motion, dragging the nipple against his palm and then very quietly she whispered, "Squeeze it, baby."

Closing his fingers, he felt the soft flesh give in his hand and then releasing it, he did it again. The nipple was now sticking out from between two of his fingers so he pinched them tight against it. She softly moaned, and he quickly looked into her eyes to make sure he wasn't hurting her. 

"You're doing fine, sweetheart," she whispered again as she moved his hand across her chest and placed it under the lingerie on her other breast. Knowing what to do now he started playing with this one on his own, and knowing now she liked it he pinched her nipple with the tips of two of his fingers. He had never actually played with a woman's body before, and it was causing him to become very aroused. 

Once again she took his hand in hers and started to slide it down until they came to her flat stomach. Moving his hand in circles across the entire surface, she helped him massage it through the soft silk. Then she started to slide it down again as she slightly parted her legs, guiding his palm onto the small bulge in the silk between them. 

She pulled his hand up and down the length of her pussy as she spread her legs even wider. His breath was starting to catch in his throat as he felt the crease beneath the thin material. She took hold of a single finger and guiding the tip to her clit. She began to rub herself using his finger. It was swollen, and he could feel its shape as she started to moan again. Then she reached down with her other hand and pulled her lingerie to the side exposing her pussy. 

As soon as she placed the tip of his finger on her now naked clit the realization of what he was doing made its way through to his alcohol soaked brain and a wave of guilt came crashing down. He jerked his hand away. 

Completely surprised by his actions, she said, "Baby, what is i? What's wrong?"

He looked at her and said, "As much as I want this, I just can't do it."

"Is it my Father," she asked, looking intently into his eyes

He sat there thinking of how to word it so she would not be hurt.

"Amanda, you have known me your whole life, and it has never been a secret that your father is the only man I have ever been able to call my friend." Then he paused again. After finding the words he spoke, "After tonight there is no doubt that I want to be with you. I have never felt this way about anyone, but until your father gives his blessing, I won't let it happen."

She stared into his eyes for a minute and then wrapping her arms around his neck in a tight hug she said, "I understand, baby. I can accept that. I always knew that would be the case, but you can't blame a girl for trying."

They both smiled although Shadow couldn't help but feel that he was making a mistake. He cared deeply for Amanda, and until now didn't realize just how much she meant to him.

"How about we get some sleep and see what tomorrow brings. We can share the bed. I promise to behave myself."

Shadow woke up the next morning to the soft murmur of voices. Rolling over he looked through the open door out into the living room and saw Amanda near the entry talking to someone on her cell phone. A brief moment later she finished and walked back into the bedroom wrapped only in a towel. She was still wet from her shower. He laid there looking at her for a minute until she must have sensed him watching her and looked over at him.

"Morning, baby, the showers all yours," she said as she bent to dig through her suitcase. 

"Good morning, Amanda," he said as he threw back the covers and rolled out of bed. 

Walking across the room to his suitcase, he opened it and got out his cloths for the day and his shaving kit. Making his way to the bathroom, he shut the door behind him and laid his stuff out on the counter. The negligee she wore the night before was lying on the floor in front of the shower, and the images of her wearing it came flooding back to him. He had the urge to pick it up and hold it, feel it, but he fought them off. 

Using his foot he flipped it to the back wall, and, taking off his pajamas, he crawled into the shower. After he showered and shaved, he took one last look in the mirror and then opened the door to the bedroom. She was sitting on the edge of the bed painting her toe nails. She was wearing a bright yellow cotton sundress, and she had one foot up on the bed so she could apply the polish. With her knee up tight to her body, he could see her yellow panties under her sundress. He caught himself staring so he averted his gaze. 

"You ready for breakfast," she asked as she blew on the fresh polish.

"I am," he said as he walked over and stood near her. "Are you?"

"Famished!" she said as she slipped her now finished feet into her high heels.

They were once again back in the hotel restaurant and were both working on a plate of bacon and eggs and hash browns. He stopped between bites and looked at her.

"Are you still ok with what we discussed last night? I feel as if I've let you down. I want you so much, Amanda, but..."

"There's no need to explain. I have a feeling that everything will work out." 

He thought about what she just said. This was no small problem that faced them, and he made it clear there was only one solution so how could she think there would be a resolution to it so fast. She obviously knew something he didn't, but he decided against asking knowing she would tell him when the time came.

"Well, I'm glad you're so confident." 

The convention wasn't until 8:00 PM that evening so they decided to take in some of the sites of New York. They made their way out of the hotel and hailed a cab. They spent the whole morning like tourists visiting Times Square and Radio City Music Hall. At around 2:00 PM they stopped for a light lunch at a sidewalk café and watched the people, something else they both enjoyed doing. 

He just finished his sandwich and was sipping on his Dr. Pepper when his cell phone rang. Taking it out of his pocket, he looked at the caller ID. It was Steve. 

"It's your dad," he said to Amanda as he opened his phone. 

"Hello, Steve," he said.. 

"Hey, Shadow, how's the trip going?" he asked. 

At this point Amanda excused herself to use the ladies room, and Shadow thought to himself that her timing was a bit odd. 

"We're doing fine," Shadow said awkwardly. "We're doing a little site seeing at the moment."

"Fine huh?" Steve asked. "That's not what I hear."

"What?"

"I just found out that a very determined young lady we both know has her eyes on you." 

"Look Steve..." but Steve cut him off in mid sentence.

"She sent her Aunt Cindy after me, and you of all people know that Cindy usually gets what she wants," he laughed into the phone. 

"Well ummm I..." mumbled Shadow uncomfortably.

"Wait, bud, you don't have to explain. We both know that you have a tough time relating to women. Peggy and I have talked it over. We've both known for some time how Amanda feels about you, and damn it, I've even tried to discourage her and tell her that you're too old for her, but she wouldn't hear any of it."

"We haven't done..."

"Don't say anything. Let your heart be your guide. If you love my daughter, then you have our blessings. We know that she loves you. Hell, you're practically part of the family anyway."

"Steve, I don't know what to say," he said into the phone feeling overwhelmed by the sudden turn of events. 

"Hey, bud, you got a lot on your plate right now with all of this and your convention tonight. Don't try to say anything right now. We can talk later."

"That sounds good," said Shadow somewhat relieved.

"Hey, look I got to run. Peggy and I are sorry we can't be there to hear your speech tonight. I just couldn't get away from work, and speaking of work, I have to get back."

"Ok, Steve, I'll talk to you soon," he said.

"Give my love to Amanda, and be good to her, my friend. Don't break her heart. She's my baby." And then he was gone.

Closing his phone, Shadow sat there speechless. He was shocked beyond belief. His best friend just gave him permission to pursue his nineteen year old daughter.

He was still lost in thought when Amanda returned to the table and sat down next to him. She didn't say anything as she tried to read the expression on his face for clues as to what he was thinking. 

After sitting in silence for a several minutes, he felt like a burden had been lifted off of his shoulders. He looked at Amanda, realizing how much he cared for her and also realizing that he was now free to express his true feelings for her. "I'm assuming you know why your father called me. It seems as if you have been very busy this morning," he said in a joking manner as he smiled at her. 

"I called Aunt Cindy as soon as I woke up this morning." Then she added. "I hope you're not mad at me."

"No, Amanda, I'm not mad at you," he said taking her hands in his. "I love you."

"Oh, Shadow, I love you so much. I've loved you since I was a teenager."

"It's not going to be easy. You know how much trouble I have with the real world, but you also know I am comfortable around you unlike most women."

She looked into his eyes and held his face between her delicate hands.

"All I want is you. I love you so much, baby. It's those things that make you different that I find most attrative. Sure you may be clumsy in social situations, but that's when I am at my strongest. Don't you know opposites attract?"

"Are you sure this is what you want?"

"Baby, let's just follow our hearts, and my heart is telling me we better get back and get you ready to give your speech," she said teasingly as she kissed him passionately on the lips.

Later that evening Shadow was looking at himself in the bathroom mirror. He just put on his tuxedo and was straightening his tie. He looked nervous but at least now all that was on his mind was his speech. He still wasn't sure how he was going to stand in front of all those people and speak. He spent the afternoon rehearsing his speech with Amanda, and he knew the words. He just didn't trust his ability to deliver them. He turned from the mirror and stepped out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. He looked over and stopped dead in his tracks. 

"Oh my God!" he thought to himself as he saw Amanda for the first time in her gown. She looked like an angel. He was speechless. All he could do was stand and stare at her. It was a black strapless gown that hung clear to the floor. It hugged every curve of her luscious body but in a very elegant way. It framed her medium sized breasts with an open diamond of material in the middle that revealed a hint of cleavage. It was cut up the side so that when she walked he could see her leg almost to the hip. 

She walked over to him and stopped, straightening his tie. 

"You look very handsome," she said.

"Thank you. You are stunning beyond words, Amanda. I have never seen a more beautiful woman," and he meant it completely.




Amanda



Amanda reclined on the couch, lost in her book as Greg bounded down the steps and headed for the door. A duffle bag containing his soccer gear was slung over his shoulder.

"You're not going out to play soccer in this downpour, are you?" Amanda asked as she looked up from her book. Her voice tinged with a hint of annoyance.

"Yup, you know the league plays rain or shine." Greg replied.

"Look, just don't track any mud in here like you did the last time." Amanda scolded as she wagged a finger at him.

"Don't worry Mands. I learned my lesson after the last time." Greg grinned devilishly as he opened the door to leave. 

"There will be hell to pay if you didn't." Amanda's voice rising as she tried to hide a slight smile. She always loved it when Greg called her "Mands." Other than her father, Greg was the first guy to give her a little nickname.

"Yea, yea, yea. I know, I know."

"You better know, and when are you coming back? Are you going to catch some dinner here with me?" Amanda asked.

"Sure will, Mom." Greg teased as he left.

"You're lucky you have me as a friend." Amanda called out as the door closed behind him.

Amanda and Greg had been friends since they first met back in seventh grade. She was the new girl in school when her family moved from another town. Greg was the first person she met when they sat next to each other in class on her first day of school. They became fast friends ever since that day. 

Back then Greg was a member of the soccer and track teams, and he still had his lean, athletic build from his teenage years. He was a good looking guy with blue eyes and a shock of sandy blond hair. When he was a teenager there were a number of girls who had an interest in him, but his diffidence seemed to leave him perpetually single. He could never seem to muster the gumption to approach one of the thin, athletic girls he found so attractive in those days.

Amanda was a bit chunky during her adolescence, but had become a little trimmer since their school days. She was still built a bit thickly with a curvaceous figure, but was quite pretty with alluring green eyes that peered out from behind a pair of rectangular lens glasses that gave her a smart and sexy look. Her long black hair was frequently pulled back in a ponytail. Her gorgeous smile fit perfectly with her warm personality that made Amanda one of the most well-liked people in their class. She had dated a few guys in high school and college, but it had been quite awhile since she was involved in a relationship.

Now many years later, Amanda and Greg are both 32 years old. Greg was at a low point in his life, recently divorced and unemployed due to his company downsizing in the faltering economy. They had drifted apart after graduation, but reconnected at a recent high school reunion and Amanda offered to help him out. She was allowing him to live with her until he could get back on his feet. 

Amanda was saddened by the struggles Greg was experiencing, but glad to have him back in her life. She had a crush on him all through junior high and high school, but never let him know, fearing that it would ruin their friendship. He seemed only to be interested in the thin, athletic girls. He never seemed to look at her the same way he looked at the girls on the sports teams. It was the fear of rejection and what it would do to their friendship that scared her the most.

As she relaxed on the sofa, she looked at a Sports Illustrated magazine Greg had left on the coffee table. It was open to an article about women pole-vaulters. Pictures of beautifully fit women in tiny track uniforms stared back at Amanda. 

Amanda shook her head and sighed, "Maybe. Just maybe." 

***

Later that evening, Greg and Amanda had finished eating dinner together and were sitting next to each other on the couch. Greg had commandeered the television remote and was flipping through the channels to find something to watch.

"Thanks for the great dinner. You take better care of me than my wife did." Greg said as he stretched out on the couch next to Amanda.

"It's no problem. It's nice to have someone to come home to. Living alone can be so lonely at times."

"So I can stay as long as I like and eat your delicious cooking?" Greg grinned.

"As long as you don't track mud all over the place after a soccer game."

"I was good today!" Greg exclaimed as he flipped through the channels on the television. He stopped on the Golf Channel when he saw the female golfers walking across the green fields. Amanda could feel her heart sink just a little bit.

"You always liked the athletic girls, didn't you?" Amanda asked.

"No, no. I'm just a sports junkie. Golf was a sport I wished I had tried."

"Bullshit. You never would have stopped on this channel if it were a bunch of guys swinging their clubs."

"Well, maybe the women gave me extra encouragement to stop on this channel." Greg said as he flashed his little boy grin.

"I remember how you looked at the girls from the track team back in high school, but you were too chicken to ask any of them out." Amanda teased. She couldn't resist giving him that little jab.

"Yea, I know. I don't know why I was so shy." Greg said, slightly chagrined by Amanda's verbal poke.

"You shouldn't have been so shy. I thought you were cute and really nice."

"Are you saying you liked me in high school?" Greg asked.

"Well...." Amanda replied. She could feel her face starting to flush and her heart starting to beat a little faster, wondering if she should have said that. 

"So, do we have a little confession to make?" Greg pressed, now enjoying that he had the upper hand.

"Give it a break." 

"I was your crush!" Greg needled.

"Stop!" Amanda curtly replied as she looked away from Greg.

"Hey, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to tease too far. I'm actually flattered. I wish I had known back then."

"Just drop it." Amanda muttered.

"Why didn't you let me know?" Greg asked soothingly.

"I didn't think you'd be interested in me. I always saw how you looked at all the jockettes. Why would I have thought you'd be interested in me?"

"Why wouldn't I?" Greg replied.

"I was kind of a chunky chick. You liked all those girls with the hard bodies. You never looked at me like that. I didn't want to ruin our friendship." 

"I thought you were cute. I would have been lucky to have a girlfriend like you."

"So, you were interested too?" Amanda asked hopefully.

"I...I don't know. I just never thought you were interested in me like that back then, but I always thought of you as one of my closest friends. I guess with all that has happened I've come to a realization." Greg said.

"What do you mean?" 

"I think I've come to the realization of what you meant to me back then and what you've come to mean to me now. At the lowest point in my life, you've taken me in. I can never thank you enough for that."

For a moment, they shared a nervous silence. Neither quite sure what to say or if they should make that first move. It was as if they were teenagers once again, unsure of themselves or what to do.

Finally, Amanda closed her eyes and leaned in to kiss him. She could feel the butterflies tickling her insides as she brought her lips to meet his. It was a soft, loving peck on his lips. The first kiss that she wished she had given him all those years ago.

Greg could also feel his heart nervously beating inside. He was always terribly shy, and was still afraid to make that first move even after Amanda's revelation. Her kiss seemed to melt his apprehension away as he gently cupped her face in his hands. Kissing her deeply, their tongues twined and curled in a kiss that was long overdue. 

They both pulled back for a moment. Gazing into each others eyes, their breathing was ragged. For Amanda, it was the kiss she had always longed for. For Greg, it was the realization that he truly loved her.

Amanda swung her leg around so she was straddling Greg and leaned forward, placing her hands on the back of the couch behind his head while pressing her lips to his. Gently she rubbed her lips over his, pinching his lower lip between hers. She could feel his warm breath as he gasped with excitement while she gently nibbled on his bottom lip, stretching it out slightly.

Greg placed his hands on her hips, pulling her closer until he could feel her body pressed against his. She kissed him again, her tongue sliding between his lips and curling around his. Deeply her tongue probed his mouth, sliding along the slickness of his tongue, savoring his taste. Greg rolled his head from side to side to accentuate his returned kiss. He loved the feeling of her exploring his mouth as his body shivered with excitement.

Slowly he slipped his hands along her sides. Caressing up and down, feeling the curves of her body as she wriggled in his grasp. Greg found the hem at the bottom of her shirt and slipped his hands underneath, feeling the warmth and the smoothness of her soft skin. They briefly broke their kiss as he slipped the shirt up and over Amanda's head to reveal a lacy white bra.

As Amanda extended her arms above her head, Greg ran his fingers up her sides, along the inside of her arms She kept her arms raised above her head as Greg's finger tips gently traced up and down the sensitive skin of the hollow beneath her arm, making Amanda quiver and gasp with pleasure. His touch felt so soft, so warm, so caring. His fingertips traced their way down the ivory flesh to her sides as she closed her eyes and whispered a soft moan. Slowly finding his way down to her full breasts and cupping them in his hands. Gently, he grasped them, feeling their fullness in his hands.

Amanda leaned forward, pressing the lacy material of her bra against Greg's face, the lacy floral pattern felt coarse as it brushed against his cheeks and lips. He could feel her nipples growing hard against the material of her bra as they brushed against his mouth. As he reached around to unclasp her bra and he was greeted with a faceful of soft, bare flesh as her bra fell away. Gently he palmed one breast while letting his tongue circle around the pink aureola of the other.

Gently, he pinched her hard nipples, rolling them between his fingers and thumbs as she softly groaned. Her thighs gripped tightly around Greg's waist. He brought his mouth back to her nipple as he held her breasts in his hands. His tongue swirled around the pink flesh in a narrowing spiral until it reached the protruding nub. Alternately, he sucked a mouthful of flesh and flicked his tongue over her nipple, making it even harder and longer. The nub fluttered with each lap of his tongue and he could feel her heart beating against his lips. 

Amanda's moans became vocal whimpers as Greg licked and sucked each nipple. She felt as if she was about to cum from the attention he lavished upon her ample breasts. She was breathing hard as she touched Greg's hands, signaling him to stop.

"Let's go upstairs." She said as she slid off his lap to stand up. She took him by the hand and led Greg up the stairs to her bedroom.

Her breasts bounced and jiggled as they walked up the steps. She was naked from the waist up while wearing a pair of dark blue jeans. Greg was having difficultly walking from his erection straining against the material of his jeans. When they got to the side of her queen-sized bed, Amanda turned and unbuttoned her jeans, sliding them down her thighs to reveal the tiniest pair of string bikini panties Greg had ever seen.

She looked incredibly sexy wearing just her glasses and the tiny white panties, which barely left any mystery. She sat down on the bed and leaned back. Her feet resting on the bed as she propped herself up on her elbows and spread her thighs. She peered out from behind her glasses at Greg with a come hither look that let him know exactly what she wanted.

"Take it off for me, Greg." She purred.

He pulled his shirt off and tossed it aside, then pulling down his jeans and boxers leaving them in a pile on her bedroom floor. He stood before her, naked with his hard cock pointing up at the ceiling as Amanda's eyes drank him in. 

"You have such a gorgeous body. Now, bring it here." Amanda cooed. She beckoned him to come to her with her finger as she spread her thighs apart just a little bit wider. Greg slid onto the bed, bringing his face between her thighs. Her panties were wet at the opening to her sex and he could smell the musk of her excitement. 

"Lick it." She said, using her tongue to accentuate the "L" in 'lick.' 

Greg lowered his face to her white cotton panties. The back of Amanda's thighs rested on his shoulders as his tongue traced over the damp material that concealed her hot opening. Amanda shuddered as his tongue traced over the cotton barrier to her pussy. He licked up and down, teasing her, making her want more.

"Pull them off. Lick me there." Amanda gasped as she lifted up to allow Greg to slide her drenched panties down her thighs, pulling them over her right foot to leave them dangling around her left ankle. 

Her drooling pussy was finally exposed, revealing her wet slit that was bordered by a small, closely trimmed patch of black fur. Greg's face dove right in, letting his lips brush against the coarse hairs of her pubic patch before bringing his tongue to lap enthusiastically at the dripping folds of soft flesh, then working his way to the engorged button at the top of her opening. Greg's tongue was like a brush, painting her clit with long strokes, letting the full length of his tongue swipe over the fleshy protrusion. Each lick made Amanda see colors. 

Greg went from just licking her swollen clit to sucking it into his greedy mouth, letting his tongue swirl around the nub of flesh between his suctioning lips. The sensations were driving Amanda wild, her juices were flowing in a steady stream down the crack of her ass and pooling in the wrinkled opening of her anus.

Greg let his tongue explore lower, following the trail of sweet pussy juice to the tight ring of her ass. His tongue circled and teased her little hole. It caught Amanda by surprise as her ass had never been licked before. It felt foreign, but she loved the feeling. It made her wriggle and moan with pleasure. She raised her legs up higher to expose her ass even more for Greg's flicking tongue.

He alternated flicking up and down and circling her virgin anus, feeling it flex against his tongue as his prolonged attention made the nerve endings in her small opening tingle with pleasure. Greg slipped two fingers into her slick pussy, searching for the bundle of nerves along her velvety walls that would drive her to ecstasy. He knew he found the right spot when Amanda gave a sharp yelp as her body shimmied on the bed. His fingers slid in and out, faster and faster as he licked her wet little ass.  

It was all driving Amanda to the edge of orgasm. The licking and fingering were making the nerve endings in her ass and pussy scream for completion. Her thighs were spread and her knees were pulled up to her chest, exposing all of her body to Greg and his carnal wishes. Her white little panties were swinging from her ankle.

"Please let me cum Greg, please let me cum!" She whimpered as her head arced back. Her eyes tightly closed as she winced from the near pain of being on the edge of explosion. .

Greg refocused his licking to her swollen clit. Again, licking and sucking the extended button of flesh as he furiously pumped her hot opening, now using three slickened fingers. Rivulets of her juices rolled down his hand to his wrist. Her hips arched upwards with one forceful thrust then suddenly fell back onto the bed as the walls of her pussy clenched around his pistoning fingers. Her body pulsed and she cried out as orgasm ripped through her body like a fierce storm of pleasure.

Her hips were rocking in time with the contractions of her orgasm. Slowly settling down as she went limp with exhausted pleasure. Greg slid up along side Amanda, cuddling her lightly trembling body.

It took a few minutes for Amanda to regain enough composure to manage a raspy whisper. "That was absolutely fantastic."

Greg smiled, seeing his long time friend in such pleasure. He kissed her, deeply, as they basked together in the glow of her post orgasm bliss.

But just basking in the glow wasn't enough for Greg. His throbbing cock was dripping from the excitement of getting Amanda off. He wanted to slide inside her and feel her warmth around him.

Gently, he rolled his body to position his hips between Amanda's thighs. She spread her legs as Greg reared back onto his knees, bringing the bulbous tip to her sultry opening. He teased the pink lips with the thick head of his staff, letting the soft flaps of flesh fold over the thick knob at the end of his cock. He teased his stiff member up and down, coating his already moist tip with a glaze of Amanda's warm juices. 

Greg sucked in a deep breath as he pushed his hips forward, his rigid spindle easily slipped inside. With a single motion he slid all the way in until his little tuft of curly hair came to rest against Amanda's own patch of black pubic fur. His velvety sack was resting against her warm ass. He closed his eyes and grimaced with ecstasy, the humid warmth fully enveloping him with lustful pleasure. 

Amanda wrapped her legs around Greg so her calves were against he muscular ass, pulling him closer to her while her panties still dangled from her ankle. She held him there for a moment as they mutually relished the feeling of each others body. She had fantasized about this many times; she was savoring the reality of the moment, not wanting to let him go.

Greg began to rock his hips back and forth, encouraging Amanda to loosen her grip. With each thrust he would pull back a little more, slowly working his way up to a steady tempo. The two lovers gasped and moaned in time with each of his thrusts. 

Amanda slid her body forward, bringing her ass to the edge of the bed then rolling slightly onto her side. With one foot on the floor and the other up on Greg's shoulder, she spread her thighs wide, giving him full access to her slick hole. Greg took full advantage; with his knees firmly planted on the mattress he was able to increase his leverage. With each thrust he was able to fill her completely. His body brushing against her pink pussy lips with each stroke. The bed creaked with each forceful push of his hips as he fucked her relentlessly. Her ample breasts shook when their bodies met at the end of each thrust. Their moans and pants were louder and more vocalized. Her juices were streaming down his shaft to his balls.

Harder and faster he pumped, bringing them both to the brink, but then stopping temporarily to regain control. He wanted to make this last as long as possible. While quelling his rising orgasm he leaned forward and sucked her nipples until he could start again.

He continued his pattern of thrusting and resting, thrusting and resting until Amanda could take no more. Her entire body was burning to cum. From her hard nipples down to swollen clit, she wanted to cum. She needed to cum. He fingers moved from clutching the bed linens down to her inflamed crotch. Her fingers strummed on her sensitive nub, driving her to another orgasm as Greg pumped her hot canal.

But again, he managed to stop himself short of cumming as Amanda thrashed in the throes of her second orgasm. He managed to successfully ride her bucking body as she reveled in her rapturous climax. They lay on the bed for a moment, allowing Amanda to regain herself.

This time, Greg took control. He guided her to roll so she was on all fours. Her knees arched her ass up into the air as she balanced on her elbows. He was flushed and perspiring from exertion. Again he fucked her sopping pussy, making sloshing noises and a rhythmic "fap, fap, fap" as their bodies slapped against each other. 




Amanda



Greg gripped Amber's ample ass with his strong hands, pulling her to him with each thrust. Amber could feel his thrusts slowing again as his hands shifted over her buttocks. Greg stopped as he moved his right hand to the small of her back, running his thumb down the crack of her ass. He teased the tight ring of her anus, rubbing the clenched little ring with the flat pad of his thumb.

"Oh, that feels good." Amanda purred.

"You like it when I rub your ass like that?"

"Yes. I've never done that before, but don't...." 

Amanda could feel the pressure on her anus increasing as she gasped, "Wait...OHHH!" 

Amanda's thighs shimmied at the sensation of his thick digit penetrating her virgin hole, still wet from her previous orgasms. It was a taboo that she never thought she'd experience. But much to her surprise, she liked the feeling of having her ass fingered.

Greg slowly fucked her ass with his thumb. Feeling the tight ring stretch over the thick knuckle as he slid in and out, he could feel his cock still sheathed inside her hot pussy. Slowly, he would alternate thrusting his thumb and then a thrust from his waist.

"Oh fuck Greg!" Amanda exclaimed as she arched her back, relishing the sensation of being double penetrated for the first time as Greg's thumb and cock alternately pistoned in and out. 

Greg withdrew from both of Amanda's openings and slid forward to kiss her. She loved the feel of his warm chest and stomach against her back as she turned her head to return his kiss. As he leaned forward, his hard cock slipped between the crack of her ass. His swollen head was resting enticingly against her puckered aperture.

Greg grinned salaciously as he pulled back.

"What are you going to do?" Amanda nervously gasped. 

Without saying a word, Greg reared back, teasing her ass with the tip of his slick cock. Firmly, he pressed the tip against her crinkled little opening. Slowly the head penetrated the tight band of her anus as she whimpered loudly. 

Patiently, he waited for her body to relax as she got used to the feeling of his thick cock in her ass. She buried her face in the covers, spread her legs a bit wider and arched her ass higher to open herself a little wider. It seemed to work as he was able to carefully work his way between her quavering ass cheeks.

The ring of Amanda's virgin opening still tightly squeezed his shaft. Slowly, it loosened as he gently caressed the roundness of her ass with his fingertips. Soon Greg was able to begin sliding back and forth. 

Amanda was making guttural moans as he started with a slow tempo. In and out, he filled her ass with his cock, still slick with her juices. The burning pain gave way to pleasure as she reached down to finger her clit. She couldn't believe it, but she loved the feeling of being fucked in the ass.

The ring of her ass slipped up and down his glistening shaft, just to the rim of his mushroom head and back down the base. Faster, he picked up the tempo. The warmth, the tightness, the velvety texture. It was pushing him to the brink. He could feel the cum roiling inside his balls. His cock felt tight and was throbbing, ready to explode. This time he wasn't going to stop. This time he was going to cum.

Greg palmed her ass cheeks as his hips bucked with abandon. He could feel himself crossing the threshold. Warm streams of cum erupted from his cock, filling her insides and seeping out from his point of entry. It seemed like he was cumming forever as he released his pent-up climax. His white sap leaked down the back of her thighs.

The sensation of his pulsating prick releasing jet after jet of hot fluid pushed Amanda over the edge one final time. Her body quivered and shook with orgasm as her body tightened around his shaft. She collapsed flat on the bed as she writhed with pure ecstasy. Her black hair clung to her glasses and face, soaked with perspiration. Her face was flush and both of her entries were dripping from sex. Greg softly collapsed on top of her back, gently kissing her behind her ear. The two lovers drifted off to sleep, completely spent from an evening of requited desire.

***

Amanda awoke to the sound of the shower running. Morning light was streaming in through the windows. Somehow during the night they had managed to crawl underneath the covers of her bed. Her body was still a little sore from their evening of exertion.

She thought it was a good sign that Greg was using the master bathroom at the back of her bedroom instead of the one in the hall he normally used. He emerged back into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and a smile on his face.

"Good morning, sunshine." He smiled. 

"Good morning to you." Amanda replied with the widest smile Greg had ever seen. 

Greg just drank her in as she lay on her side in bed. The covers rested on the curve of her thigh, exposing the top half of her body. He admired her curves, her full breasts. The morning light shone in on her. Illuminating her like an angel.

"Where do you think you're going?" Amanda asked.

"I just thought I'd get cleaned up to start the day."

"And leave me here all alone?" She pouted.

Greg just hung his head in mock shame and grinned.

"Sorry Mands. I should have known better."

"Let me ask you, in all seriousness. Are you going to share this bedroom with me or was last night a one-time thing?" Amanda asked.

"I don't want this to be a one-time thing. I'd really like to make this a relationship." He said with sincerity.

"I'd like to share this bed and house with you. But there is one last thing I owe you. Come here." Amanda motioned with her head as she swung her legs out from under the covers. She was now sitting on the edge of the bed.

Obediently, Greg came to her. She brushed her lips against the fuzz of his navel. His skin felt soft and smooth, still warm from the shower. His body had a clean, soapy aroma. She could feel the muscles in his abdomen twitch and contract reflexively from her touch. Her hot breath on his flesh felt exciting. She opened the towel, letting it fall onto the floor around his feet as she exposed his cock. 

She grasped his waist, holding the muscles that led from his hips to his lean thighs. Her lips traced down the patch of fur right above his cock, down the flaccid shaft as it hung between his thighs. She parted her lips, letting the helmeted tip rest in the little cradle she created for it with her warm mouth. 

He ran his hand through her thick black hair, pushing it from her face as his cock slowly began to thicken. Her tongue gingerly licked at the tip, encouraging it to grow to its full girth.

Amanda's encouragement was met with complicity as Greg's cock extended to its full size once again. His thick stalk pointed upwards, grazing against her soft cheek as she ran her tongue along its length, then licking her way back to the swollen tip. 

Grasping his shaft in her hand, Amanda used her tongue to pay special attention to his thickened cockhead, letting the entire length of her tongue take long licks on the sensitive tip. Greg breathed a soft gasp with each lick of Amanda's tongue. Her lips parted and slipped around the head, popping over the rim of the burgeoning bulb as she used her tongue to circle around the smooth flesh of his cockhead, teasing the thick knob and making Greg gasp with pleasure before making her way down the thickening shaft. Her nose brushed against the wild hairs of his patch as she sucked in his fullness.

Amanda's lips moved slickly up and down the length of his shaft. Her tongue danced and circled around the sensitive underside. He was steely hard again inside her wet mouth. What a wonderful way to greet the morning.

Her mouth slurped on his hard cock, leaving threads of saliva to slide down and hang from his sack. He moaned with pleasure as she softly teased is balls with the tips of her fingers. She let his balls rest in the palm of her hand as her finger tips gently tickled the skin behind his balls that lead to his ass. She could feel the swell of his erection all the way behind his sack. 

Greg shivered from the sensation of being touched there. It was unexpected and unfamiliar, yet quite pleasurable. He spread his legs slightly and placed a hand on the nightstand next to the bed to help keep his balance. Her mouth and probing fingers were giving him pleasure like he and never experienced. It all felt so good.

Amanda's saliva and Greg's precum were steaming down his shaft and hanging from his balls. She swiped it up with her middle finger, soaking it in a glistening coat of clear goo. She let his cock fall from her mouth and looked up at him with a lascivious smile.

"I can't believe you fucked my ass last night. Even more, I can't believe how much I liked it. Now it's your turn for me to return the favor."

She probed at his tight opening with her slickened finger. Greg's eyes widened with surprise as she found the crinkled aperture to his own tight ass. Gently she rubbed the pad of her fingertip over the puckered opening. It was an unexpected turning of the tables. 

But he was surprised to find that he liked the feeling of having it played with. Gently she pressed against the resistant little opening. Her finger prevailed as the tight ring surrendered to her pressure. Sliding into the soft tissues, she curled her finger, finding the bead of his prostate. Gently she applied a little pressure to it.

Surprisingly, it drove Greg wild. His legs tremored as he fought to keep his balance. The sensation was unbelievable as his cock grew even harder. Amanda relentlessly sucked. Her lips sliding furiously up and down his length as her finger worked the sensitive gland inside him. He griped the table for all he was worth, fighting to keep his balance as he lost the battle to keep control of his rising orgasm. 

It didn't take long for thick torrents of cum to spew from his pulsating cock. He cried out as he filled her mouth with a slurry of cum. The force and amount caught Amanda by surprise. Amanda had no idea it would have this affect on him. The first salvo completely filled her mouth. Stream after steam kept coming and coming as thick globs leaked from the corners of her mouth and ran down her chin, hanging from her face in thick white strands. It seemed like he came for over a full minute.

He collapsed on the bed next to her, spent yet again as he smiled up at Amanda.

"Wow, I guess you owed me that. And I thank you." Greg gasped.

Amanda smiled down at him. Knowing that the 'maybe' she had desperately hoped for came true, and knowing that they would be trading paybacks for quite a long time. 



Amanda



Amanda


“Roses are Red,
Nuts are Round,
Skirts are Up,
Panties are Down,
Belly to Belly,
Skin to Skin,
When it’s Stiff,
Stick it In!”
~unknown

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Joe was surveying the crowd. His friends were all dancing, flirting or drinking. Joe had a drink in his hand, he was slowly drinking from it, but he was more interested in the people in the club. The music was loud enough so that he could barely think let alone hear anything anyone else was saying, and it didn't look like anyone else minded that. The people who came to a club like this weren't worried about finding their soul mate.

The crowd was mostly a hopping, jumping, gyrating mass of brightly colored clothing and flying hair and as people got closer and closer to being drunk you could see some of them on the outskirts of the dance area with a bit more flirty on their mind than could be dealt with here in public. As the night wore on he saw more and more couples sneaking out to the bathrooms, the private upstairs areas or out to their cars – they would come back in disheveled but happy looking and order more drinks.

Then he saw her. He was certain the age of admittance to this place was twenty-one, but she didn't look a day over eighteen. Her hair was in a simple pony-tail, she had little makeup on though her fingernails were brightly painted. Her whole stance was innocent and she laughed a lot with her friends. Wide-eyed, fresh, new. Maybe she snuck in at nineteen or twenty with her friends? Maybe she was still a virgin!

He finished off his beer and left the glass on the counter. He wiped his mouth, ran his fingers through his hair and went over to introduce himself. Maybe she wasn't traditionally "beautiful" but she was definitely attractive and he was drawn to her both as a man is to a woman and as a hunter is to prey. If she was a virgin, then that would change tonight!

Joe went close to her, but as she was in conversation he held back a step, just where she could see him and his dazzling smile but also courteous and not interrupting. He saw her looking at him more and more often and eventually she broke away from her friend and turned to face him completely.

"Hello!" she said, holding out her hand.

Joe, instead of shaking her hand, took it and kissed it. "Hello to you as well. Are you having a good time so far?"

She had blushed from her shoulders to her cheeks when he had kissed her hand in greeting and replied with an enthusiastic "Yes!" as he let her have her hand back.

"Would you like to go dance with me?" He asked.

"Eehhh, not really. The dance floor looks a bit crowded! And the music is so loud, how would we be able to get to know each other if we were jostled about in that mess?" Which was exactly what he had been thinking.

"There are a few open tables on the far wall there, we might be able to talk."

They made their way through the throng and found a small table in a corner that fit their needs. Joe and his companion sat down and ordered drinks.

"My name is Joe," he said.

"Amanda," she replied "Have you been here a lot?"

"Oh, I usually come with my friends to be their ride home. Today I'm on my own. Well, I was." Joe smiled, it was clear that he didn't mind not being alone anymore.

Amanda blushed again. She and Joe talked for an hour before the club wound up again. It was getting late, people were drunk, and the music got louder with each song. Joe leaned over the table and was almost yelling over the noise, "We should find someplace less ... active!"

Amanda nodded and stood up, Joe tossed some money on the table to cover the drinks and they went to find her friends. When they found them she told them she was going outside with a guy and unless she came back in not to worry about her. They smiled knowingly, Joe thought. Maybe he was right and she was off to catch her first fish! Oh, how he enjoyed the whole newness and shyness that came with virgins!

Once the door behind them closed it was like a knife cut the noise level down to a quarter of what it had been, though the base could still be felt under their feet. Luckily this club didn't open till everything else on the street was closed. What kind of business could run next door to this?

Amanda and Joe walked side by side, with small talk and uncomfortable silences as their companions. 

"Where do you live?" asked Amanda.

"Oh, just over a couple streets."

"Me too, only in the other direction."

"Hey, that's cool. Do you want me to walk you home?"

"No, thanks though, I'd rather see your place than mine right now. My roommate is a bit of an uptight bitch."

"Lucky for me, I don't have a roommate. Would you like to go get a nightcap then?"

"Sure!" She was so innocent, so sweet, so excited about everything!

They went back to his place and had a glass of wine each. He found out that she was actually twenty-two, but had just moved to the city from the mid-west a few months ago and was working hard to make friends where she went to college. They talked for another hour, Amanda had two more glasses of wine and was quickly losing her inhibitions. Joe waited for the right moment and leaned in to kiss her. Success! There was no question about it, the way she kissed, the way her hands wanted to touch him but didn't know where to land, this girl was a virgin and he was going to have her tonight!

Joe and Amanda kissed. She let him undo her bra and didn't blanch when he took off his shirt. She sat on his lap on the couch and he pulled her closer to him, grabbing her ass and pulling her slight frame against his chest. He removed her shirt and licked down her neck, nibbled a bit on her collar bone and kissed his way to her nipple. With one hand on her other breast and one on her backside he sucked and licked and flicked her nipple with his tongue.

"Oh, wow!" moaned Amanda and her body instinctively started grinding against Joe. He was looking forward to showing her all of the wonders that sex would hold for her, and couldn't believe his luck that he got a girl that wasn't pukey or tired when she was drunk!

Joe spent a little more time on her breasts, playing with them and driving Amanda crazy, before lifting her up and carrying her to his bed. He didn't think she even noticed, she was so into the movements of his mouth. He laid her down on the bed and pulled off her pants to reveal very practical and not unattractive white panties. Joe sucked on her toes, kissed up her legs, massaged her thighs and slowly pulled her panties off. Before anything else he went back up and tenderly kissed her, holding her hand.

Joe's mouth moved down her body once more, his hands caressing her breasts and her sides and her thighs as he moved so very slowly downwards. When he paused to lick her belly button she wiggled and let out a moan. Her hips were rising from the bed and she kept running her fingers through his hair. When he reached the area between her legs she cried out. Joe was so pleased! The first tongue on her clit was his! He carefully slid one finger into her tight and dripping wet pussy as he licked and sucked on her clit while she went wild on the bed. She'll probably come within a few minutes, he thought, she's never felt anything this good before! He slid another finger inside her when he could feel that she was ready for it, and then a third. She started spasming and came all over his hand. He waited till the tremors stopped before pulling his hand out and removing his mouth, he hoped he had given her a full and satisfying orgasm. This night was going to last a while!

Amanda shuddered out a breath, she kept saying "wow, wow" and when Joe came up to kiss her again she reacted hungrily. Her kiss was intense and passionate and she even licked his fingers.

"What do I do?" Amanda asked quietly, "How do I do that to you?"

"Well, first you have to take off my pants," Joe almost laughed but caught it, he didn't want to frighten her away. She would probably be really sensitive right now. Amanda got his jeans unbuttoned and unzipped but fumbled around trying to pull them off so he helped her. She wanted to do his underwear herself though so he stood and watched her as she was confronted with her first erect penis. He sat on the edge of the bed so she wouldn't have to stretch or be uncomfortable and she was kneeling between his legs.

"Just do what you want with it," Joe said. "Follow your instincts."

Amanda touched him gently, feeling his balls and shaft. She moved up a bit and kissed the tip of his cock. Joe closed his eyes and ran his hands through her hair and stroked her forehead. She was getting more familiar with the size and shape and smell of his member, and with the surprise wearing off she was bolder. She licked up the vein on the underside of his dick, sucked on the tip and took his balls into her hand. She grasped his cock and started moving her hand, massaging his balls and licking the tip like a lollipop. Suddenly she pulled back.

"Oh! What was that?"

"That was pre-cum, lover dear. That means you're doing it right." Joe answered breathlessly. He picked her up and put her back on the bed, then started kissing her as he slowly moved into position. He penetrated her gently, moving slowly as she gasped and groaned. He made small movements in her, not thrusting but making sure that he didn't hurt her, opening her up in order to get himself buried in her.

"Joe! Wow, Joe! Oh!"

Joe had sex with Amanda, slow and steady, his "thrusts" were gentle and amazing. Amanda reached her orgasm before he did, so he pulled out to let her recover and started to finish himself off. Amanda leaned down and helped him masturbate by sucking on his balls and licking his head around his fingers. He came all over her tits and her stomach and flopped down on the bed with a pleased smile on his face.

Amanda cleaned off his jizz with some Kleenexes that were on the nightstand and laid down next to Joe. He wrapped his arm around her and they cuddled a bit, talking and laughing and gradually drifting off to sleep. When Joe woke up there was a note on the pillow next to him.

"Joe,

My name is not Amanda, I don't live nearby and I don't attend the college here. I was not a virgin. I will not call you. You were a kind of decent lay, but I hope this will teach you to stop taking advantage of the innocent.

My friend Amy sends her regards.

"Amanda""

Joe was stunned. He remembered a girl named Amy. She was one of his first virgin conquests and he had left a similar letter on her pillow. My name is not, I don't live close, I won't contact you, you were an ok fuck. How did these girls find him? How many others are going to try something like this? 

Shit, thought Joe. I'm never going to be able to get another fuck, am I?



Amanda



My wife Karen and I were going through some rather difficult times when our only daughter Amanda, decided to move back in with us. She had come to her senses and moved out of her good-for-nothing boyfriend's apartment. Naturally, we were elated by this, and welcomed her back with open arms. As it turned out, her arrival was a blessing in disguise.

Before Amanda moved in, Karen and I were constantly at each other's throats, fighting over some inconsequential thing, with every week bringing something new and different to argue about. The only good thing about these persistent battles was that afterward, we would reconcile by making love. Now, instead of quarrelling, we just avoided each other like the plague, and I was cut off from the only real enjoyment that we had together.

To make matters even worse, Karen liked to sleep in ultra sheer transparent baby dolls, or nothing at all. She would be there, her more than abundant charms openly displayed. Where before it had been a joy to look at the sensuous curve of her body, or watch her bountiful breasts rise and fall with each breath that she took, now it was torment. No longer was I able to reach out and run my hand over her smooth skin, caressing all those wonderful places that endear women to men.

Then one hot night while I was laying in bed craving that bewitching body lying next to me, I began to feel an urgent need building within me. My cock had swollen to enormous proportions and was straining against the confines of my shorts. It was frantically pleading with me to release the pressure that had built up within it by finding it a home, preferable in a warm, wet pussy. With my wife's body off limits to me, my only alternative was to do it myself.

Consumed by this thought, yet not wanting to arouse my sleeping wife, I went to the bathroom to stroke my inflamed shaft. Although it was pleasurable, for some unexplained reason, I couldn't get off. My mind desperately searched for a solution, then remembered the magazines that I kept hidden in the den. Certain that they would help, I headed there to retrieve them.

Opening the door, I flicked on the light and started towards their hiding place. But the sound of covers being hastily adjusted stopped me dead in my tracks. Suddenly, I remembered that my daughter had taken over my sanctuary. Without looking at her, I made my apologies and started to leave.

"Are you and mom still fighting," Amanda asked, before I could get very far.

"Yes, darling, I'm afraid that we are," I replied, continuing to depart. I was ashamed at having disturbed her and whatever she was doing. After all I had barged in on her and didn't want to embarrass her further by any drawn-out conversation.

An awkward silence had fallen over the room by the time my hand had reached the light switch. It was then that I heard a faint humming sound. Thinking that maybe I had left the computer on, I went over to the desk to shut it off, but it wasn't on. Immediately, I felt my face become flushed as I realized that I had intruded upon something very private.

Not thinking, I turned toward her and expressed my regrets for having infringed upon her privacy. As our eyes met, I could tell that she was in a highly aroused state. My daughter looked at me for a moment, then lowered her eyes. I heard a gasp as her gaze rested upon my still ridged cock, now poking out of my shorts.

Instantly, I dropped my hands and tried to stuff my stiff organ back into my jockey shorts. I chided myself for having forgotten that I had pulled it out earlier, and that it still hanging exposed.

"Looks like you're in the same shape that I'm in." Amanda said with a laugh. "Maybe we can help each other out."

I looked at her, shocked at what I had just heard, and unable to believe that it had been my daughter who had said those words. As I gazed at her beautiful face, I could tell that my mind hadn't been playing tricks on me. She was sensuously licking her lush lips, as her hand flipped back the covers.

"Hell, dad, I'm as horny as you are," she said as she did it.

My eyes nearly dropped out of my head, and my mouth fell open in gaping wonder. My daughter had become a wonder of voluptuousness.

Amanda's breasts were bigger and fuller, with the most beautifully erect nipples I'd ever seen. She had the same magnificent curve of her waist and hips as her mother, though hers seemed to be more attractive and appealing. Her long shapely legs were spread just far enough apart to give a glimpse at the tantalizing treasure that lay between them. Just the sight of her lying there like that would have stimulated any man's libido, including mine.

"These vibrators just don't cut it anymore," she said, spreading her luscious legs even further apart. Reaching down between them, she pulled a glistening dildoe out of her open pussy. "There's nothing like the real thing to satisfy a girl's desire."

I couldn't help myself. My eyes were drawn to her delicate, enticing pussy lips. They sparkled from the wetness of her pussy juice, and yawned sensuously at me, as if they were beckoning me to them. The extraordinary sight made it increasingly difficult to suppress the lustful desires raging within me.

"Come dad, fuck me," she said, reaching out with open arms.

That destroyed all the remaining willpower that was left inside of me. I eagerly threw myself on the bed and crawled up beside her bewitching body. She greeted me by wrapping her arms around me and kissing me passionately. Her lips were surprisingly soft and sensitive as they rested on mine. Then our tongues met and entwined in an erotic dance.

They played together for several minutes, as I felt her heated body pressing against mine. I fought to control my passion, wanting this to be the most pleasurable experience for both of us. Finally I pulled my mouth from hers, shifted my body, and caressed her erect pink nipple, teasing it with my tongue. It responded by immediately growing bigger.

My lips quickly closed around it, sucking it into my mouth and pulling it taut. As I fed hungrily on her nipples, I felt a tremor go through her body and a moan escape her lips. Her fingers ran through my hair, gripping the back and plunging my face deep into her prodigious breast, stopping me.

"Oh God, I could feel it in my pussy," she sighed, as I struggled to come up for air. "It felt so good I almost came."

It was so exciting to have a receptive woman beside me for a change, that it no longer mattered that she was my daughter. I only knew that I had to release the sexual cravings that were trapped within me, and satisfy its lustful hunger. Yet I resisted the instinct to climb on top of her and shove my swollen cock deep into her waiting pussy. Before I did that, I was going to feast on this fabulous body of hers, taking everything that she had to give.

Placing my mouth back around her astounding nipple, I ravenously sucked on one, then the other, while my hands massaged her. As they stroked every silky smooth part of her body, I began to feel it quiver. Soft sighs of pleasure escaped her lips, filling the room with words of lustful arousal, and increasing the hunger inside me. Encouraged by her response, I ceased what I was doing and climbed on top of her.

Once there, I allowed my mouth to slowly work its way down her lean, curvaceous body, kissing and licking every exposed inch of her. My lips traveled over her flat stomach, pausing at the dainty depression of her navel. There I thrust my tongue into it, like it was a miniature replica of her pussy, and my tongue was my stiff cock. After demonstrating what I had planned for the real thing, I moved down to nibble the curly hair of her muff.

The closer I got to her glorious love pit, the more its exquisite aroma wafted through my nostrils, inviting me to take her. It took all the strength that I had to avoid going right to it, and plunging my tongue into her wet opening. Instead, I let the moist tip run leisurely down her inner thigh and back up, as if I had all the time in the world, drawing near to it, but never touching it, then switching to the other side and doing the same.

By now my daughter was beside herself, moaning and squirming about in unbridled passion. All it took was a single touch of my tongue against her inflamed, pouting pussy lips and she was enveloped in an orgasm. My reward was the sweetest pussy juice that I'd ever tasted, and I eagerly thrust my tongue inside to receive more of it. She responded by washing my tongue with her delicate elixir, until she had no more to give.

I wasn't about to let my daughter off that easily, and took her clit between my lips and tongue and sucked on it, at first gently, and then harder. As it rose to attention inside my mouth, I felt her body shudder with passion and desire. Spreading her lips further apart, I licked the sensitive pink lining, occasionally sending my tongue spearing into her. Each time that I did, her pussy muscles would clamp tightly around me, trying to pull me deeper inside.

Amanda began climaxing, again and again, her groans of ecstasy filling my ears. Once more my tongue tasted her delicious dew, as it passionately drove onto her. When I finally decided that she had cum enough, I pulled out and crawled up beside her. There I held her writhing body in my arms, feeling its sensual smoothness and warmth next to mine. It was electrifying, the way she molded herself to me, trying to make us be as one.

"God! That was fantastic," Amanda said breathlessly as she began to recover her composure. "I never realized that a simple tonguing could make me feel like this. My boyfriend would never eat me. He thought it was gross. Yet he always wanted me to go down on him, then force me to drink his cum."

I didn't have the heart to tell her that all men weren't like her ex-boyfriend, that some of us enjoy eating a woman out, taking pleasure in the thrill that it gave them. So we held each other close, feeling a very special bond build between us. A bond created not only by the love that we felt for each other, but because of what I had done for her. 

Suddenly, I felt my daughter break free of my grasp and push me onto my back. Immediately she crawled between my legs, then looked at me, a wicked smile covering her face. With a wink, she lowered her head until her lips were around my swollen cock. Then I felt the sensational warmth of her mouth, as it closed over my cock.

I watched as my daughter surprised me by taking my entire cock into her mouth and down her throat. In all the years of our marriage, her mother had never once done this to me. Only on rare occasions would she even kiss it. Yet here was my beautiful little girl doing what I'd only dreamt about, and I was enraptured beyond belief.

Amanda was an excellent cocksucker. She knew just what to do to give me the most pleasure. In no time she had the sperm rushing up from my balls and surging through my elongated shaft. When I erupted into her mouth she gave the most delightful little moan, as if she was thrilled to have my cum bursting into her. And began to enthusiastically devoured every drop of semen that I gave her.

"Damn! You've got the beat tasting cum that I've ever had," she commented, pulling her head off of me, and licking her lips.

"Thank you, darling," I replied. "Your juice is very delicious too. It's the nectar of the gods."

"Maybe we should put ours together," she responded with a lewd smile. Seconds later she climbed over my thighs and settled down on top of my semi-hard cock.

As her hand guided me into her, I sensed my cock quickly spring back to life. Her pussy was so exhilaratingly tight, wet, and warm, as it sank over my manhood, arousing me even more. I reached out and grabbed her hips, and held her against me, until I felt my cock push against the roof of her fabulous pussy. Only then did I lay back, enjoying the exquisite feel of my cock buried deep inside of her.

"God, that feels good," Amanda cried.

After a few moments, she began to slowly rise up until she held just the tip of me between her juicy pussy lips. Then, without warning, she plunged downward, impaling herself on my stiff shaft. I heard her cries of joy as her hips plowed into mine, then rock back and forth. Over and over she sent her pussy plummeting down on top of me, each time taking me deep inside of her.

Gradually she began to pick up speed, until she was bouncing wildly around on my cock. With each vigorous stroke, her sighs of pleasure increased and amplified. Suddenly she threw her head back and closed her eyes. Her body tensed as her pussy made one final plunge down the long shaft.

Instantly, her pussy went into contractions, squeezing the hell out of my cock, and then releasing it. If I hadn't already delivered a hefty load into her mouth, the milking action of her pussy would have caused me to explode. Instead, I lay there, lost in the spectacular sensations that she was giving me. All of a sudden, she was vehemently attacking my cock again, only this time with a primitive lustful zeal.

I watched in amazement as her immense breasts began to bounce about on her chest. It was like they were doing some kind of frenzied dance. Afraid that she might hurt those extraordinary specimens of womanhood, I reached out and held them in my hands. They felt so firm and supple to my touch, I couldn't help but squeeze them. She moaned loudly as I kneaded them with my fingers, and felt a shudder go through her body, followed by another.

"Oh dad, I'm coming again," she cried out and then fell on top of me.

Placing my arms around her, I rolled her over and began thrusting into her. I penetrated deeply and forcefully, keeping her orgasm going. As wave after wave of ultimate fulfillment swept over her, I could feel her pussy clamp tighter and tighter around my cock, each gripping contraction bringing me closer to my own moment of release.

As it neared, I drove hard and deep into her receptive pussy, as my sperm shot forth, exploding deep inside her waiting pussy. Her moans of pleasure mingled with mine as my cum gushed into her. When our hunger was finally satisfied, we fell exhausted into each other's arms.

I awoke several hours later to find my daughter still asleep, a peaceful, contented smile etched into her face. Reluctantly, I extracted myself from her clinging arms, and slowly climbed off of the bed. After one final, appreciative look at her captivating body, I covered her and crept back into my own room.

Maybe it was because of what had happened that I found the courage to leave my wife. The way my daughter had responded had proven to me that I was still a vital and virile man. I have never regretted leaving my failing marriage, having since met many beautiful and exciting women. Although I have made love to most of them, none of them ever came close to matching that special feeling that Amanda and I shared.

I will never forget that night of blissful ecstasy with my daughter. Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on how one looks at it, it has never happened again. If the opportunity ever had arisen, I'm not sure if I would have had the strength, or willpower to resist. All I know for certain is that it will always be a cherished part of my memory.



Amanda



It was a typical day at the office, meeting after meeting keeping me away from my desk, and the opportunity to deal with all of the daily grind that inevitably builds up. I watched with envy as one by one my colleagues left for the night. 

I was growing tired of sitting in an empty office, watching the day turn to night, returning to my flat just to sleep before waking to start another day dealing with an ever increasing workload. My mood wasn't helped by the presence of Amanda, the office secretary. At least when I was alone I could loosen my tie, plug in my iPod and find what little escape I could. With the presence of one of our secretaries I'd have to maintain an air of professionalism. 

Not only that, but Amanda was a distraction. I'd catch a scent of her perfume every time she passed my desk, making the trip from her work station to the printer and back. The whir of the printer acting as an alarm to her inevitable appearance. It was an involuntary act to look up every time she turned the corner, watching her walk towards me, then glancing as she walked away, my eyes travelling from the black high heels that encased her feet up to her head where she wore her hair in a bun.

Amanda was a similar age to me, and although she only joined the company recently, she had already proven herself invaluable. She always managed to look attractive and sexy, without ever crossing the line to inappropriate. Something a lot of the younger secretaries, men and women, could learn from her. Today was no exception, wearing a simple white blouse, black skirt and what I assumed were tights Amanda sashayed towards my desk again. 

"We've got to stop meeting like this" she joked as she passed by the end of my desk. 

I just smiled at her, pretending to be engrossed in my work. As she walked away my eyes followed, just before turning the corner to return to her desk, Amanda glanced over her shoulder and caught my eye. Before I could avert my gaze, she smiled and disappeared from view. 

Damn, why did I think I could behave so differently just because we were alone? She must walk past my desk a hundred times a day, and I would never be so obvious as to stare after her. What would she think of me now?

The familiar sound of the printer added to my anguish, she was on her way back. I've never been so interested in finishing a presentation as I was then. I scrutinised every slide as if my life depended on it, praying that Amanda would grab her printout and leave.

It took all my effort not to look up as I heard her familiar footsteps come towards me. I let out a barely audible gasp of relief as she passed me to the printer without a word. 

"Were you checking me out?" Amanda asked. 

Just my luck, I'd have to be caught looking at the one woman who would do something about it, I could just imagine the call from HR now. Before I could answer, or even turn round to face her, Amanda let out a small chuckle and walking past me she squeezed my shoulder. "Don't worry, it's a compliment" she said.

I couldn't believe my ears, did she just say that? I quickly glanced up and admired the way she carried herself but not wanting to chance my luck I looked away before she caught me again. 

There was no chance of me ever finishing my presentation tonight. I didn't know Amanda that well, but had never seen her flirt with anyone. My mind was playing tricks on me, what did it all mean? Did she like me, was she teasing me for her own amusement or for a more meaningful reason?

I needed to clear my head, and try to refocus my mind, so grabbed my mug and headed to the kitchen. Amanda's desk was on my way, this would give me the chance to show her that I was completely unphased. As I approached her desk, I wasn't sure what to think, her chair was empty. She must have left for the evening. 

Trying not to feel too disappointed I walked into the kitchen, and almost dropped the mug. Amanda had her back to me and was bent forward at the waist retrieving something from the bottom of the fridge. Her black skirt had ridden up the backs of her thighs, and revealed that my earlier assumption was wrong. She wasn't wearing tights, she was wearing stockings, and I was sure I caught a glimpse of suspenders. 

Before I could say anything or leave, Amanda straightened and turned round with a bottle of milk in her hand.

"I heard you coming and assumed you needed a coffee like me." She handed me the milk, and walking back to her desk called over her shoulder, "I take mine black thanks."

Not for the first time that night, my mind was awash with confused thoughts. If she heard me heading to the kitchen, she must have known I would see her bent forward like that. She was teasing me there was no doubt. But I wasn't sure how to react, should I feel flattered that such an attractive woman felt this way, angry that she was toying with me like this, or simply put it down to a woman indulging in some harmless flirting to put a bit of fun in an otherwise boring day.

I decided to act like nothing had happened, made us both our drinks and left to return to my desk via Amanda's. As I walked towards her she swivelled in her chair. Amanda crossed her legs, giving me another glimpse of the tops of her stockings. She was enjoying teasing me, but I was determined not to let her win this game.

"Here's your coffee. Enjoy and don't work too late" I said, leaving her drink on her desk .I couldn't help but smile to myself as I walked away, a strange element of role reversal. I was curious to know if she was watching me as I had her, but pride prevented me from looking back.

I threw myself down into my chair and allowed myself a couple of minutes replaying the image of Amanda bent over the fridge and crossing her legs. It's a sad state of affairs when a woman flirting with you can make your day. But it had put a spring in my step so to speak and I returned to my work with a zest I previously thought lost. I was so caught up with my work, I didn't hear the printer whir or Amanda approach. It wasn't until my nose caught the feint hint of perfume that I looked up. What is it about a smell that can be so distinct and distracting? I leaned back in my chair, and as Amanda approached with yet another printout in hand I met her eyes.

"How was the coffee?" I inquired.

"Hot and wet" she replied. This time there was no cheeky laugh, only the twinkle of mischief in her eyes gave away the fact she knew fine well what she was saying.

In for a penny in for a pound I thought. "I'm good at making them hot and wet."

At hearing this Amanda approached my desk, and leaning with the backs of her thighs against the edge she raised her eyebrows "Really?"

"You have no idea"

I couldn't keep up this charade much longer, despite appearing confident, if not arrogant, inside I was churning. Amanda must think I am a right idiot.

"I bet you're just like every other guy, all talk." 

I couldn't believe this, not only had Amanda teased me earlier with her flashes, but here she was laughing at me and mocking me.

"Well you'll never know" was my rather unwitty retort. 

"Just as I thought, all talk" and with that Amanda turned to return to her desk.

I have no idea what came over me, but something inside me refused to let her walk away thinking I was all talk. In a blur of movement I shot out of my chair and grabbed Amanda's arms, pinning them to her sides. Standing behind her, my mouth millimetres from her ear I whispered "I've watched you in your tight skirt, flashing your stockings and trying to tease me all night, and you then try to mock me. I'm going to show you 'All talk'."

Amanda tried to free her arms "Let go of me, I was just having some fun." 

"It's too late for that" I pushed Amanda forward trapping her between a desk and me. 

"Please, just let me go and we'll forget this whole thing" she pleaded.

"No chance, it's just me and you in the office. I can use you in whatever way I choose, and no-one but me will ever know about."

As I said this, I heard a sharp intake of breath, was Amanda's resistance real, or was she playing along in the hope I would keep to my word?

"Please, don't do this" she almost whispered.

I released her arms from my grip, and took a slight step back, Amanda relaxed slightly, mistakenly thinking I was letting her go.

"Place your hands on the desk palm down" I ordered in a firm but calm tone.

Amanda spun round to look at me. "No!" she exclaimed.

"It wasn't a question or a request Amanda, it was a demand. Now put your hands on the desk."

"You can't make me" she challenged.

"True, I can't make you, but I can make life very difficult for you. I know how to get into all the files here in the office. If you don't do as you are told, all those print out's you've been preparing for tomorrow, and all the hard work you've put in will be wiped. And I will tell your boss that everytime I passed your desk tonight you were shopping online."

This hit a nerve, Amanda knew I had the ability to carry through my threat, but did she believe I would be that cruel? We both knew that if I did, it would mean the end of a short, but promising career with us.

"You bastard" she whimpered, turning to follow my command.

I stood back and admired the view. Leaning forward caused Amanda's skirt to tighten across her beautiful buttocks. The tops of her stockings just peeking underneath the hem. My eyes blazed a trail down her legs, enjoying what they saw as they travelled all the way down to her calves, slender and taut due to the position her feet were held in the black high heels she was wearing.

"Spread your legs a little" another forceful, yet calm demand.

Amanda started another plea, "Please, stop, I don't want...."

"I don't want to delete your work either, but if I have to, I will" I interrupted.

Amanda didn't respond, but I knew I had her completely in my control when she moved first her right foot and then her left. Her skirt was restricting how far apart she could spread her legs, but that didn't matter. The fact that she had was symbolic enough, I had broken her spirit and now had her at my whim. For some reason I was relishing in the role as her tormentor. 

I'd never considered myself this kind of man, but wielding such power over such a beautiful woman was extremely arousing.

I stepped to the side of Amanda, and leaning forward whispered into her ear. "I'm going to teach you a lesson you'll never forget. You're going to do exactly what I want, and you're going to enjoy it. Before you know it you will be begging me to fuck you, but it is up to me whether or not I do. Do you understand?"

Amanda's eyes were shut and she was biting her bottom lip, whether to stifle a sob or hide her true feelings was not clear. 

I wasn't going to let her get away without an answer, so without any warning I lifted my hand back and gave her arse a firm slap.

"I asked 'Do you understand?'."

"Yes" she whimpered.

"Good. Now lift your skirt up a little."

"Please, I don't want to."

I stepped behind Amanda, and slid my hands up the outside of her stocking encased thighs. Amanda went to move away from the desk.

"If either of your hands leave that desk I will stop what I am doing straight away. But those files will be wiped and the shredding will begin."

This stopped Amanda in her tracks. Very slowly and deliberately I let my fingers slide under her skirt my thumb remaining above it causing it to snag in each hand. As my hands continued upwards, her skirt slid over her backside, revealing the suspender belt I had hoped was there, and a pair of very elegant, but sexy black knickers.

"Oh Amanda, you've dressed almost as if you were expecting to be on display tonight."

My hands began to lightly roam all over her buttocks, and down the outsides of her thighs. I was enjoying myself immensely, but didn't want to get too carried away too soon. 

I leant forward yet again, but this time I didn't say anything for a minute or so. I just let Amanda feel my hot breath against her neck and ear, as my hands continued to caress her.

"I bet you dressed like this hoping I was going to see it, hoping to tease me to the point where I would fuck you"

"That's not true" she responded, "I dress like this for me and no-one else."

"Wrong. Today you dressed like this, and it is now very much for me."

I wasn't sure how much longer I could keep this up, I wanted so much to take her there and then, to show her who was in charge, but at the same time, I wanted this delicious teasing and tormenting to continue.

I removed my hands from Amanda, unsure of what to do next. Her body seemed to relax slightly, either that or it was the type of body language that tells you she's disappointed you stopped. Whatever the case, the slight movement gave me the courage to make another bold move. I wrapped both my hands around her front, and grabbing her blouse, pulled it open, ripping the buttons, and allowing me a first glimpse of the black bra holding her breasts in place.

"Delicious" I murmured, my hands now roaming freely across her stomach, over her breasts.

"Stop" she pleaded, not for the first time.

This time her request went unanswered, at least vocally. As if to punish her audacity for requesting me to stop, I pulled the top of her bra down, revealing her perfectly formed breasts. Her nipples visibly hardened as a result of the cold air conditioning, or was it something else?

I pulled the back of Amanda's blouse down, revealing the soft skin of her shoulders and back. If only I had a camera. She looked more beautiful than ever with her skirt hitched up, her breasts on display and her blouse half hanging off. My lips moved down to the side of her neck, I began to kiss her firmly, occasionally nipping her with my teeth. I heard Amanda try to stifle a moan. I kidded myself that it was a moan of pure pleasure, so I bit slightly harder, and reaching my hands round, I began to pull on her hard nipples.

"Oh god" Amanda gasped, then as if she felt the need to reassert herself immediately "This is wrong, you have to stop, please stop."

I was beyond that stage now, nothing could stop me, I don't think even a colleague walking in would have changed my mind.

My arousal was building to the point where it could not be ignored. I continued kissing and biting the nape of Amanda's neck, and across both shoulder blades, but now I also grabbed her hips and pulled her back, so she could feel my hardness pressing against her. Amanda tried to pull away, but she was powerless, I pressed myself against her, the material of my trousers and her knickers doing little to hide from her the obvious sign. I was ready, and soon she'd be feeling just how much.

I moved my right hand between Amanda's legs, toying with her, threading a finger back and forth across both thighs, moving closer to her, but never touching the one place I was desperate to. I continued this for several minutes, stopping on occasion to kiss her back, bite her, or pull on her nipples. I kept my movements random, never settling on one place for longer than a minute, I wanted to keep her guessing, wondering what was going to happen next.

The next time my hand moved between her thighs, I pressed my thumb against her underwear. Feeling the soft spring of hair provide some resistance, I increased the pressure. After a minute I removed my thumb, but before Amanda could respond I replaced it with the tips of my fingers giving me more options. I could apply pressure with one finger, two fingers or more, I could rub back and forth, or just hold them in place. I did every combination I could think of, alternating between hardly touching, and heavy enough to almost slide inside.

Amanda tried one last plea. "Please, stop. You don't need to do this."

"You're right Amanda, I don't need to do this. But I want to, and I think you do too."

"You're wrong" she argued.

"Am I?" and before waiting for a response I yanked aside her underwear and slid two fingers deep inside her.

"If you don't want this as much as me, then how come you're so hot, so wet?"

She didn't respond, she didn't need to, I could feel her pushing back, as if to force my fingers deeper inside her.

I began to rhythmically slide my fingers back and forth, twisting them as they slid inside, teasing her, tormenting her.

Unbeknown to Amanda, my other hand had lowered the zip of my trousers. As I was using my fingers on her, I very gently caressed myself.

I had never wanted anyone so much in my life.

"You want to be fucked, don't you?" I asked.

"No, I want you to stop."

"Why lie Amanda? You're saying the words, but your body is betraying your true feelings."

"I don't care what you think, I want this to stop. Now!" as she said this, Amanda thrust back, as if to try and knock me away.

Unfortunately for her, this played right into my hands. With my left hand holding her hip, my right hand held her underwear to the side, and I nudged the head of my cock against her. Amanda froze, she knew that to push back any more would caused me to slide inside her, but the desk in front meant she could only move a few centimetres forward, not far enough to escape.

With Amanda pinned between me and the desk I began to rub the head of my cock up and down her. I could feel how hot and wet she was, and couldn't wait to thrust inside and be enveloped by her.

"Please..........." Amanda gasped

"Please what?" I enquired.

"Please stop"

"Are you sure?" I asked as I slid just the tip of myself inside her.

Amanda gasped at this sudden movement, involuntarily pushing back, trying to feel more of me.

"Yes." 

"Yes, you're sure or yes...."

I could sense a change in Amanda's movements, she was no longer feigning resistance. Her thrusts back were becoming more frantic, sensing her urgency I tormented her some more.

"You want it, admit it." I taunted.

"No." I had to admire Amanda's resolve, resisting the urges her body was so desperate to give in to.

I leaned close so she could feel my weight against her, the warmth of our bodies. 

"Do you want me to stop?" I asked.

She didn't answer right away, a battle of will between body and spirit. 

"Please...." this time we both knew she wasn't begging me to stop.

"Please what?" I couldn't help but drag this moment out, make her spell out what she wanted.

"You know what" her voice barely audible, her spirit still putting up one last vestige of resistance.

"I know what and you know what. But you're getting nothing until you beg" as I uttered these words, I broke all contact between us. Losing the feel of our bodies connected in so intimate a place was too much for Amanda, and she finally let the feelings of need take control.

"Please, just fuck me. I need you inside me now."

I smiled to myself as I heard these words, not only was I right about her all along, but my gamble had paid off.

With no warning I grabbed her hips and thrust forward, slamming myself deep inside her. Amanda cried out as she felt me fill her. The passion that had been building up since the charade began, was being released, and it took all my self control not to succumb to it straight away.

I slid myself out, until just the tip was inside, and then in one swift, hard thrust pushed myself deep inside her again. Amanda cried out some more, her moans spurring me on. Again I slid out, just keeping the tip inside before thrusting in again. Amanda began to move with me, pushing back to meet each thrust forward I made. 

"Yes, god please fuck me harder" she demanded.

This time I was in no mood to question her demands, I pushed deep inside and held myself still. We stayed like that for a few moments, before I started grinding against her. Moving my hips in small circles but never removing myself from being totally encased by her. Amanda's reaction both physically and vocally told me she was enjoying what I was doing.




Amanda



As tempting as it was to continue this, I wanted Amanda to look at me, to see the triumph in my eyes as I took her on the desk.

She let out a low moan of disappointment as I slid out, but this soon changed to a gasp of delight as I spun her round, lifted her on to the edge of the desk and positioned myself between her legs. Looking into her eyes, I slid inside her again.

Amanda threw her head back in an act of pure pleasure, her legs wrapped around my back and she dug her heels into my bum, trying to pull me into her.

As we started to fuck hard and fast I leaned down and took one of her nipples between my lips. I flicked my tongue across it before clamping my teeth and pulling on it. Amanda was revelling in the attention she was getting, her hand moved to the back of my head, holding me in place as if she never wanted my mouth to leave it's place.

I could feel the excitement building inside me, watching this amazing woman letting herself get swept away in a wave of pleasure was becoming too much to take. I contemplated stopping, but realised I was never going to be that strong willed.

Instead I chased the inevitable pleasure with a zeal I never knew I had. I entered Amanda, with deep, powerful thrusts taking us both closer to the ending we wanted. 

"God yes, please, don't stop, don't stop" she cried. Her breathe was quickening, her moans becoming more vocal, more frantic. Amanda was giving herself to me completely and we were both consumed with each other, nothing else mattered.

"Oh Amanda, it feels so good fucking you" I said, looking into her eyes as I did.

Amanda kept her eyes on mine, as she lifted her hips from the desk meeting each thrust. The intensity of the physical act now heightened by the act of looking deep into each other's eyes. Each of us knowing what was now seconds away, challenging the other to look away, to try and fight the inevitable, but neither of us able to.

With a loud moan I could feel the first waves start to take hold, Amanda grabbed the edge of the desk with both hands, lifting herself, I could see her body start to prepare itself for climax. The holding of her breath, the shutting of her eyes, and then it came. With a loud moan, she felt the first wave of orgasm crash through her body, little convulsions started to wash over her.

The sight and sound of Amanda's orgasm, combined with the feelings of her tightening around me induced my own climax.

"Oh Amanda, yes" I cried as I felt myself taken to the brink, and then swept over as I began to come. Wave after wave of uncontrollable pleasure crashing through every inch of my body.

"Yes, that's it, come inside me" Amanda urged, as she felt the first eruption from my cock. Amanda seemed to be hit by another stronger wave of pleasure as she felt me coming inside her, her whole body shook and she opened her mouth but no sound was emitted. The uncontrollable tightening and relaxing of our muscles was drawing out one of the most powerful orgasms of my life. I was riding the crest and felt it would never end. 

Eventually Amanda seemed to slow her breath, her body relaxing more. The occasional jolt of pleasure making her shiver as though electricity was coursing through her veins.

I slowed my own breath and watched the way Amanda reacted to her own orgasm. She was glowing in a way that made her appear even more radiant than before. 

Eventually she opened her eyes, and looked at me. She looked at me with no emotion and I held my breath. Had I gone too far? Was this going to end in disaster?

Eventually she smiled, and leaning forward she pressed her lips to mine and kissed me tenderly. A simple act that told me everything was going to be great.

We stayed where we were for a few moments, before she spoke.

"Amanda huh?" she asked.

"It was the best I could come up with, unoriginal I know."

"It could have been worse. You know there was one point I didn't think you were going to go through with this."

"That makes two of us. I was so nervous, but my god was that amazing."

"You're telling me" she replied. "I'm just glad no-one decided to work late, or worse still came back to the office."

I laughed and wrapped my arms around her, holding her close to feel her heart beating against mine before we'd have to make ourselves presentable and leave.

This evening had been planned for a long time. "Amanda" was my girlfriend, we'd decided to act out a fantasy at my office. The condition was that I couldn't call her by her real name. I don't know why, but I couldn't bring myself to treat her in a way I normally wouldn't.

But if tonight taught me one thing, it was to trust in my instincts and leave my inhibitions behind. 



Amanda



O aventura venita de nicaieri si... plecata catre... nicaieri!

AVERTISMENT: Intamplarile descrise fiind reale, a trebuit sa schimb numele si sa modific, pe cat posibil, locatiile...

NOTA: Aduc pe aceasta cale multumirile mele lui Dr_Vlad care a avut amabilitatea sa-si aloce timpul necesar citirii acestui material inainte de a fi publicat.

Am douazeci si ceva de ani, sunt proaspat divortat si... trist.

De fapt, cum altfel pot sa fiu dupa ce am divortat de o femeie de care m-am indragostit nebuneste, pentru ca dupa numai cateva luni sa realizez ca am facut o greseala colosala?!?...

Un bun prieten a tras de mine, impreuna cu nevasta-sa, sa mergem la munte, iar acolo m-a pus sa fac fotografii in prostie...

S-au straduit si ei, cum au putut, sa ma scoata din galeata cu melancolie -- nu prea le-a reusit...

Ajunsi inapoi acasa, ma tot bombardeaza cu telefoane, sa developez filmele de la munte si sa fac pozele care au iesit bine...

Ce vremuri! Azi, faci poza si te uiti imediat sa vezi daca merita pastrata in memoria aparatului!...

In sfarsit, intr-o dupa-amiaza, iau punga cu rolele de film si ma duc la studioul foto din apropiere.

Dau peste o gagicuta de numai douaj' de coti, blonda, cu ochi albastri, cu niste mamele pe care nu poti sa le ignori, mai ales ca-i ies in evidenta si sfarcurile, chiar si acoperite de sutien si tricou, care, doar ce ma vede si zici ca-i hipnotizata!...

Nu-si mai ia ochii de la mine -- chiar ma intreb -- sunt cumva murdar pe fata, sunt ciufulit, am ceva ce sta aiurea pe mine?...

Pur si simplu se holbeaza, cu gura deschisa...

Ii zambesc, ii spun sarutmana, iar fata imi raspunde, zambindu-mi -- insa pe bune, nu zambetul ala "profesional"...

Ii dau rolele de film si o rog sa mi le developeze si sa-mi faca niste poze "de lucru", ca sa ma hotarasc ce si cum...

In fine, ia un catastif, imi noteaza acolo datele personale, insa treaba dureaza, intrucat ochii ei mai mult se uita la mine, decat in catastif...

Ma simt un pic aiurea, insa, pana la urma, imi aduc aminte ce futangiu eram pana sa ma insor, asa ca-mi revin -- ce Dumnezeu? Doar nu s-a terminat lumea fiindca m-am insurat si am divortat eu!...

Imi iau dezinvoltura la purtat si-i explic fetei ca un amic, impreuna cu nevasta-sa, sunt tare nerabdatori sa vada pozele...

Normal, developarea ar trebui sa dureze trei zile, insa, fiindca-s baiat bun, fata-mi promite ca pana seara, treaba-i gata...

Ramane sa revin eu la studio la opt seara...

- Acuma, domnisoara, e clar ca-mi stii numele -- doar l-ai scris in registru -- pot sa stiu si eu cum te numesti?

Dam mana -- ea e Amanda.

- Amanda, ce zici daca la opt, dupa ce inchizi, vii cu mine la terasa din apropiere? Bem o bere, mancam ceva si ma si ajuti sa ma hotarasc ce fotografii merita facute...

Tresare:

- Doamne! Zau ca mi-ar face placere! Dar... mai intai trebuie sa-i cer voie mamei mele!...

E randul meu sa tresar -- ce Dumnezeu? E eleva de liceu, sau e handicapata?!?

Oricum, ma asigura ca pana diseara isi face timp s-o sune pe maica-sa...

Eu deja regret ca am apucat sa lansez invitatia.

Dupa cum se uita la mine, ca un pui de catel sau de pisoi, ma tot intreb ce naiba e aiurea cu fata asta...

La opt fara cinci, sunt si eu, planton, in fata usii studioului, care este... incuiata!

Ma uit la ceas -- n-am intarziat! Ce-o mai fi insemnand si asta?!?

Observ, prin vitrina, ceva miscare in spate si lumini care se sting...

Astept.

In sfarsit, apare si Amanda, cu un plic mare -- ma vede si-mi face semn sa astept...

Isi tot face de lucru cu niste chei, apoi, in sfarsit, vine la usa...

In timp ce incuie, imi povesteste ca azi a inchis mai devreme, la sapte si jumatate.

Tehnicienii pleaca la sase, insa ea mai are tot soiul de alte chestii de aranjat, etc...

Imi aduc aminte:

- Ai apucat sa vorbesti cu mamica ta?...

Sper ca va este clar ca folosesc diminutivul la misto...

Nu pare sa bage de seama -- doar confirma...

Imi pune-n brate plicul.

- Nu te-am pus sa semnezi in registru -- ti-l dau pe incredere...

Zambeste...

Mergem la terasa, comandam niste potol si bere.

Cum ziceam, fata-i blonda, cu o fata foarte curata, cu tate impresionante si un fund numai bun de manevrat in pula -- in cazul de fata, pula mea...

Despre craci, nu prea am ce spune, intrucat poarta niste pantaloni gen salvari, care nu prea ma lasa sa vad ce si cum...

Poarta, de asemenea, niste sandale cu tocuri foarte inalte...

In ce ma priveste, n-am mai vazut pizda de vreo zece zile, ceea ce la mine, in mod normal, inseamna mult...

Doar ce ma uit la diversele detalii ale Amandei si... am o jena la "parter"...

De fapt, daca nu ma "incurcam" cu fata asta, acum as fi fost deja in pizda...

Trebuie sa ma orientez -- vad cum fac s-o rezolv cu Amanda si... plec in vizita!

Imi place de fata, nu zic nu, insa e clar ca in seara asta nu-i rost de dat la buci -- cel putin in ceea ce o priveste...

Pana sa vina potolul, ne uitam la fotografii -- ma zapaceste cu tot soiul de observatii tehnice, care, pe o ureche imi intra, iar pe cealalta imi ies...

Habar n-am cum -- poate datorita aparatului de foarte buna calitate -- insa majoritatea pozelor sunt reusite...

Reusim sa facem selectia mult mai rapid decat credeam eu -- ii multumesc pentru ajutor si pun plicul pe un scaun alaturat.

Amanda isi ia repede poseta si si-o pune peste plic, sa nu cumva sa-l uit acolo cand plecam...

Mare branza! Parca n-as fi putut sa revin a doua zi si sa-i intreb pe ospatari...

O iau la interogatoriu.

Aflu ca a ramas fara tata la cincisprezece ani, iar maica-sa are ceva probleme cu inima...

De-aia se poarta asa, ca nu vrea s-o supere pe ma-sa...

Pana de curand, a fost logodita cu un bagabont care a cam inselat-o, atat in asteptari cat si in pat -- mai nasol a fost ca, la scurt timp dupa ce s-au despartit, a constatat ca e cam... gravida.

A facut un avort ilegal, pe care l-a ascuns inclusiv de maica-sa...

- Pai... draga mea, sintetic vorbind, viata ta, in ultima vreme, a cam fost de... cacao!...

Se pleosteste, dar apuca paharul cu bere:

- Hai sa bem o bere!

Simt ca e cazul sa-i povestesc cate ceva si despre mine -- casatorie, divort...

In baza legii reciprocitatii, imi baga si ea textul:

- Pai... se pare ca si viata ta a cam fost de... cacao!...

Mai comand o bere, care, in sfarsit, apare impreuna cu mancarea...

Pe la unsprezece, conduc fata la un taxi, apoi ma grabesc spre casa, cu plicul in mana.

O sun pe prietena mea.

Deja a trecut la pijamale, insa-mi declara ca n-are nimic impotriva sa se dezbrace daca am de gand sa apar...

iau si eu, rapid, un taxi...

A doua zi dupa-amiaza, cu plicul in brate, ma prezint la studio.

Amanda, numai lapte si miere, sau, cum zicea un amic de-al meu, cu inima cazuta-n pizda, imi multumeste de ma zapaceste pentru seara trecuta, iar eu, baiat galant, ma ofer s-o invit iarasi, insa, de data asta, de la opt si jumatate, ca sa nu-i conturb in vreun fel programul de la servici...

Iar incepe cu textul cu maica-sa, insa, macar acum stiu care-i motivul.

Ne vedem, o intreb, pentru data viitoare, daca-i place muzica -- sa stiu si eu cam ce program o sa-i propun, o adora, asa ca... ceva ma face sa cred ca o sa omita sa-i ceara voie maica-si...

De data asta, scot din buzunar niste bani si-i dau taximetristului -- imi cam inchipui eu ce salariu are fata la studioul foto, asa ca nu vreau s-o pun in dificultate, achitand drumuri cu taxiul in fiecare seara...

In ziua urmatoare, las alte trasee si o iau, pur si simplu, pe Amanda si o aduc la mine acasa.

O servesc cu un pahar cu whiskey, dau drumul la muzica...

Nu prea am eu chef sa dansez, insa, cum fata doreste acest lucru, ii fac hatarul.

O simt cum tremura -- mai mult ca sigur ca n-a mai vazut pula dupa avort...

O mangai pe spate, apoi pe par -- o prind cu o mana de barbie si-mi bag limba in gura ei...

Geme, da sa suspine, tremura mai tare...

Necazul este ca, dupa calculele mele, nu avem la dispozitie mai mult de o ora, asa ca ma hotarasc sa aman futaiul pentru alta data -- nu vreau s-o facem in graba...

Ii explic si Amandei ce-i in capul meu.

Este de acord, ba mai mult, imi spune ca o sa-i zica maica-si ca merge la o petrecere sambata seara, asa ca o sa ramana la mine peste noapte.

Deja e alta poveste!

Ma grabesc s-o conduc la taxi, nu de alta, dar vreau si eu sa ajung la prietena mea!

Imi place tare mult s-o vad cum se dezbraca de pijama pentru mine...

De data asta, stiind sigur ca o sa apar, tocmai ce a facut un dus si este imbracata intr-un halat de baie...

Ma tot fute la creier sa-i povestesc despre Amanda, mai ales ca s-a prins imediat ca miros a parfum de femeie...

Pana la coada, imi bag picioarele si ma hotarasc sa rup regula de aur -- sa nu-i spui uneia despre cealalta...

Fumeaza si soarbe din paharul cu vin...

In sfarsit, dupa ce termin de povestit, ma ia de maini si se uita adanc in ochii mei:

- Esti ranit -- treci printr-o perioada tampita -- crede-ma, nu esti tocmai tu...

Daca vrei s-o futi, nici o problema, insa, ai mare grija! Lasa-ti sentimentele in sifonier!

Imi desfac cureaua de la pantaloni, imi dau jos pantalonii si chilotii, apoi o apuc de ceafa si-i dau sa-mi suga pula:

- Tu esti punctul meu de reper, stalpul meu de stabilitate, reperul meu, tu esti cea care ma tine pe drumul cel drept!...

Sambata seara, Amanda suna la usa, cu o sticla de ceva in mana.

- Poftim! Nu puteam pleca fara sa iau ceva! Se presupune ca merg la o petrecere! Maica-mea nu-i chiar proasta!...

Cum muzica ambientala deja curge, o prind pe Amanda si incep, fin dar ferm, sa-i deschei nasturii de la bluza.

Tremura.

Cand ii deschei sutienul, tresare.

Are niste mamele delicioase, un pic cam prea mari, pentru inaltimea ei, daca ma intrebati pe mine...

Dar, cum n-am de gand sa stau cu ea pana la varsta senectutii, nu-i problema...

Nu ma pot abtine si o ciupesc, usor, de un sfarc.

Sare inapoi, insa o prind. Ii desfac fermoarul de la fusta...

In cateva miscari o las in curul gol.

O conduc la fotoliu si o ajut sa se aseze.

E cam debusolata -- probabil se astepta sa ma pun cu pula pe ea...

Ma intorc cu spatele la ea, imi dau toalele jos, apoi ma intorc cu fata.

Se uita la pula, masurand-o din priviri...

Iau un loc pe fotoliu, deschid o sticla de vin si torn in pahare.

Mana cu care tine paharul ii tremura...

Dupa vreo zece minute, ii fac semn sa se ridice si sa vina la mine.

Incep sa-i sarut burtica, apoi, ajungand la buric, incep s-o ling.

Se dezechilibreaza si se tine de parul meu...

O fac sa-si desfaca picioarele, apoi incep sa-i mangai labiile si clitorisul.

E suficient de uda, asa ca-i bag doua degete in pizda, pana cand ajung cu degetul mare la lindic.

O mangai de o fac sa se zguduie, in timp ce cu cealalta mana ii mangai sanii.

Deja gafaie...

Incep, incet, sa-mi indoi degetele din pizda ei, impingand in acelasi timp...

Practic, nu se mai tine pe picioare si-mi cade pe genunchi, insa tot reusesc sa-mi mentin degetele in pizda ei...

Isi da drumul.

Intre timp, eu am treaba -- ii mananc mamelele, cu sfarcurile alea atat de minunate!

Ii scot usor degetele din pizda si i le duc la nas, apoi ii ating buzele cu ele, deschizandu-i gura si bagandu-i-le inauntru...

E uimita -- nu stie ce sa faca, cum sa reactioneze...

Ii soptesc:

- Linge-le...

Vrea ea sa zica ceva, insa nu prea poate, ca are gura ocupata, iar eu am grija sa ramana asa.

Intr-un tarziu, incepe sa ma linga, insa nu e prea convinsa...

Ii soptesc din nou:

- Acum, suge-le!...

Nu mai incearca sa comenteze -- face ce-i cer.

Dupa vreun minut, ii scot degetele din gura si o sarut, cu oarecare furie, salbaticie...

De sarutat, cu siguranta stie sa sarute.

Si-i place!

Ne sarutam ca nebunii, savurand fiecare clipa...

Ma opresc, ii dau un pupic pe varful nasului, apoi ii soptesc:

- Hai in pat!...

O iau in brate, facand-o sa tresara si chiar sa tipe un pic, apoi o asez pe pat, cu cracii in sus si, fara vreun alt preambul, i-o infig in pizda.

I-o bag tare -- e uda si doritoare, asa ca nu ma opresc pana nu simt ca sunt tot inauntru. Imping, lovindu-mi coaiele de bucile curului ei. Ce bine e!

Pelvisurile noastre se freaca in draci, iar Amandei ii ia mai putin de doua minute pana sa se slobozeasca, tremurand din toate incheieturile...

Are in ochi ceva ca o uimire, satisfactie, bucurie, placere, durere, poate chiar si un pic de iubire...

Pur si simplu, se lasa la discretia mea. Mi se daruieste in totalitate...

Mi-e foame, asa ca-i caut sfarcurile si i le sug, i le musc, i le mozolesc, facand-o sa treaca prin clipe de teama, de durere, de extaz.

O smotocesc asa inca vreo zece minute, pana cand, iarasi, o apuca tremuriciul si-si da drumul...

Gafaie, deja, ca o locomotiva...

O iau la umeri-craci si-i bag, o scot, de nu mai ramane decat capul, apoi, iar si iar, i-o bag, fara sa tin cont ca o cam doare...

Ce-mi place e ca se lasa, fara mofturi, abandonandu-se in pula...

Chestia asta ma excita, ma incita, dar ma si face sa simt ca nu mai am mult si explodez...

Ii soptesc:

- Iubi, unde?

Brusc, se crispeaza, apoi, dupa cateva momente, imi raspunde:

- La chestia asta nu m-am gandit!...

Ii soptesc din nou:

- Dar fostul, unde?...

Cu toate ca ne futem, nu pot sa nu observ ca se inroseste:

- Mai bine nu-ti spun!...

Poate ca, citind, este chiar amuzant, insa, in clipele acelea, cand esti gata sa dai pe dinafara, chiar ca este o problema!...

- Iubi, sunt aproape gata! Zau! Zi-mi unde!...

Tace.

- Bai! Ti-o dadea in gura, in cur, se slobozeda pe tine? Ce faceati?

Brusc devine inerta, ca o mamaliga, apoi se contorsioneaza si incepe sa planga...

Chestia asta sigur imi intarzie ejacularea...

- Ma forta s-o iau peste tot!...

Oi fi eu barbat, cu coaiele gata sa explodeze, insa, intotdeauna am reusit sa-mi controlez pornirile...

Imi scot pula din ea si o imbratisez.

Ii sarut fruntea, parul, o mangai pe spate, incerc s-o fac sa se relaxeze, daca mai este posibil...

Stam asa mai mult de o jumatate de ora.

S-a potolit de mult, iar lacrimile i s-au uscat...

In sfarsit, gasesc ca e momentul sa vorbesc:

- Amanda, ca facem amor, sau sex, sau ne futem, cum vrei sa-i spui, cel putin cu mine, inseamna sa ne simtim amandoi bine...

O las sa "rumege" informatia, apoi, dupa un timp:

- Puiu', cel putin, chiar daca te forta, aveai un loc unde ti-era mai bine, iti placea, ca sa zic asa?...

Brusc, ma strange in brate, ma saruta pe piept cu ardoare, apoi, incet, coboara pana cand buzele ei ajung sa-mi mangaie capul pulii.

Ma suge un pic cam prea tare, dupa cum simt eu, insa, daca tot s-a apucat de treaba, o las...

Ma imping, ca s-o fac sa ma ia ceva mai adanc.

Simte ce vreau si ma apuca de cur, tragandu-ma-n gat.

Ma face s-o fut in gat -- nu se inneaca deloc -- stie cum s-o faca...

Gafaie, dar nu se lasa. Intre timp, daca am facut o pauza, nu-mi mai vine, asa ca ma gandesc cat de tare o sa oboseasca daca continui s-o fut pana sa-mi vina iar sa-mi dau drumul...

O opresc si-i scot pula din gura.

- Amanda, e perfect! E nemaipomenit! Lasa-ma insa sa ti-o dau iar in pizda pana simt ca-mi vine -- OK?

O asez in patru labe si-o iau la pompe...

In mai putin de cinci minute incepe iar sa se zguduie si sa geama.

O las sa termine si, cum nici eu nu mai am mult, i-o scot si ma intind pe pat, pe o parte, lasand-o sa mi-o ia in gura.

Nu trece un minut, ca deja simt ca imi vine -- o avertizez.

Ma prinde direct cu buzele si mi-o inghite.

Chestia asta ma intarata, asa ca o prind de par si i-o tin indesata.

In sfarsit, explodez.

O las, ca sa poata respira.

Ma suge, ceea ce, conform doctorului, nu e deloc recomandat...

N-o pot opri -- imi place mult prea tare ce-mi face!...

Ma intind pe spate si inchid ochii...

N-o sa va plictisesc -- ne-am mai futut de inca trei ori, repetand scenariul.

Stiu ca a luat-o si-n cur, insa, daca tot mi-a marturisit ca s-a lasat intotdeauna cu dureri, o iert...

Ce-mi amintesc este ca de fiecare data se misca mai bine si mai bine si si mai bine, facand noaptea de amor de neuitat...

In saptamanile ce au urmat, Amanda a reusit sa-si aranjeze pauza de pranz la ora... cinci, asa ca venea repede la mine si, in ceva mai mult de treizeci de minute, ne regulam in viteza, dar cu mare placere...

Ne-am continuat viata "sportiva" vreo doua luni, pana cand, brusc, totul a incetat.

A fost transferata la alt centru foto, undeva in cealalta parte a orasului.

Se pare ca un coleg, mai indiscret, a avut curiozitatea s-o urmareasca, vazand ca intra intr-un bloc de locuinte...

Se pare ca acelasi personaj a avut "amabilitatea" s-o puna la curent si pe maica-sa...

Oricum, i-a facut un mare "bine"...

In loc de treizeci de minute cu tramvaiul pana la servici, acum are de parcurs distante mai mari, cu autobuzul si metroul...

N-am reusit sa extrag prea multe informatii...

De fiecare data cand am intrebat-o, a apucat-o plansul...

Chiar m-am oferit sa incerc s-o ajut -- sa nu uitam ca traiam intr-o societate in care, daca cunosteai pe cine trebuia, unde trebuia...

Acasa era dificil s-o sun, intrucat, ca regula, de fiecare data raspundea maica-sa...

Ultima data cand am sunat, maica-sa mi-a spus ca fata ei are nevoie de un barbat care s-o ia de sotie, nu doar sa profite de farmecele ei...

Pentru ca totul sa fie perfect, mi-a si inchis telefonul in nas...

A doua zi, sunand-o la servici, a izbucnit in plans, mormaind ceva neinteligibil, apoi mi-a inchis...

Daca, sa zicem, nu ma afecta atitudinea ma-si, atitudinea EI m-a afectat, asa ca am lasat-o sa-si vada de viata ei...

SFARSIT



Amanda



High school was not a fun place for me. Being more of the geeky outsider, more interested in science, computers, and the related pop-culture associated with those interests, meant I had few friends. It also meant that I was so far out of the social ladder that I wouldn't be able to see the bottom rung with a pair of binoculars. So, when Amanda, one of the most gorgeous girls in school – long slightly curly brown hair, a perfect cupid bow mouth, deep drown eyes, and an amazing body that she always dressed to accentuate – sat down opposite me in the library, I was certain it was because she had no idea I was there. I didn't look up, other than to surreptitiously see if I could ogle her cleavage. Her t-shirt was low cut enough that I could make out the little y crease where her nice round tits met, and a small expanse of creamy white skin. I felt a stirring in my pants from the brief glance, but kept my head down on my Calculus books.

"Josh?" She asked.

I was certain she was talking about another Josh, but glanced up anyway. She was looking right at me. Was she going to bust me for checking out her boobs? I flushed a bit, "Um, yeah?" There was no way this was going to go my way. I'd admired Amanda from afar – probably like most of the male population of the school; possibly most of the female population as well.

She smiled, "I was wondering if I could get your help?"

I looked at her, the flush vanishing, and suspicion clouding my mind. Why was she asking me for help? It was social suicide to talk to me, even if I was one of the smartest kids in the school. "Help?"

"Yeah," she twirled her hair with her left hand, "Mr. Keeton's Calculus class is kicking my ass. I need somebody to help me before our chapter test on Monday."

I was incredulous. "You want my help?"

She batted her eyes at me, "Well, yeah, you are after all his best student. I figure if anyone could help me, it would be you."

Not that helping her wouldn't be great, but I had been burned so many times I wasn't jumping into anything. "Why don't you go to the study sessions during lunch or afterschool?"

Her face broke a little, making me feel a bit guilty, "I've tried. I'm just not getting it." She could obviously tell that my guards were up, "Look, I can make it worth your time – I can pay you to tutor me."

I considered. I needed the money, what high school student doesn't? I couldn't believe I was saying this, "How much?"

"Well," she caught her lower lip between her teeth, "How about $20 an hour?"

I knew I was going to regret this – I just didn't know how yet. "Maybe. I'll think about it."

"Oh please," she begged, putting her hand on mine. It took sheer willpower not to flinch away. Her hand was warm and dry on mine, and sent a palpable electric current down my arm. "I really need some help."

I sighed, this was not going to turn out well, "Ok. I guess."

She beamed at me, "Thanks!" She reached out and picked up my pen, then wrote on my paper in an overly rounded hand '114 Spruce Terrace'. "That's my address. How about this afternoon?"

I was shocked, completely speechless, Amanda was inviting me to her house to tutor her? It took me a second to find my voice, "Um... sure?"

She bounced up, "Ok, right after school?"

"Um... ok."

She came around the table, and before I could react, she kissed me on the cheek, "Awesome!" Her mouth was mere inches from me, and I swear I had stopped breathing, although I was keenly aware of her floral perfume. Then she was gone.

I sat, completely flummoxed by what had happened. I was also sporting major wood. It hadn't been enough to watch her boobs, feel her hand on mine, but she had kissed me? I was rock hard, and had to think about other things before the bell rang to prevent me from having to stand up and show the world.

Last class both took forever to come, and was over far too quickly. I was excited, but part of my brain was screaming at me to be cautious. All it would take is one person, and that person could still be Amanda, to see me at her house, and I would end up with a black eye, a fat lip, or who knows what else?

I made sure I had my Calculus books, and my notes. I might as well treat this as if it was legit. It probably was, I'd convinced myself, after all – she had seemed sincere, and I'd never got the impression that she was a mean person. I went out to my car – which I parked a block away since the incident last year when somebody had taken a dump on the hood. I figured out of sight, out of mind. I got into the car, and pulled out. On the way, I turned on the stereo and listened to a little AC/DC. I found my mind drifting. What if she touched me again? Would she see how she affected me? I was a bundle of nerves as I pulled up to her house. There was one car in the driveway – her BMW 318i. Yeah, she could afford the $20 and hour.

I got out and locked the car. Now I had a decision. Front door up the walk, or side door by the garage. Which one should I go to? I decided that the side door was probably ok. Front doors were imposing. I rang the bell, and peered in the glass panes. Amanda came into the kitchen, then opened the door, "Hi."

"Uh... Hi," I responded, still standing on the stood.

"Oh," she stepped aside, "Come in."

I followed her into the kitchen. "We can study here," she motioned to the table.

"Ok," I put my book bag down, and dragged out my books and notes.

We sat down, and started going through the material. It was easy to explain things to her, she grasped the concepts when I did. She also had the maddening habit of touching me, or brushing against me as we worked. I was also enveloped in the smell of her perfume. As a result, I think I spent the hour we worked with a nearly perpetual erection, and I was also slower at explaining things than I should have been – as it was distracting and hard to concentrate.

After two hour, and the end of the chapter, she stood up and stretched. I watched her out of the corner of my eye. I watched the way she arched her back and the way her boobs rose and fell. "I think I get it. Thank you so much!"

"Um," I said, gathering my stuff, "No problem. Glad I could help."

"We should go for a swim," she told me, talking across the kitchen to the fridge. "Want a bottle of water?"

A swim? Was she crazy? "Uh... sure – for the water. I don't have a bathing suit."

She took two bottles out of the fridge and twisted the caps off. She handed one of them to me. I still sat, as I was still sporting a hard on. The thought of her in a swimsuit wasn't helping at all.

"That's ok," she told me, "You can borrow a pair from my father."

I took a swallow of the cold water, "I don't know..."

She came over and grabbed my free hand – the one not holding the water – "Come on, it will be relaxing. You do know how to swim, right?"

"Yes," I said slowly, "but... um... are you sure?"

"What do you mean?" She looked at me, confusion on her face.

I sighed, "Look, Amanda, I'm not exactly the most popular kid in school. I'm not sure why you're being so nice to me. I also don't think you want to be seen hanging out with me – or going for a swim with me."

She laughed, "Really? You think I care what other people think of me?"

"Well, yeah," I countered, "I mean, you like the most popular girl in school, and I'm, well, me."

She tugged on my hand, pulling me to my feet. I panicked, and hoped she didn't look down, where my dick was definitely causing a tent in my pants. "I'm friends with who I want to be. I spend time with who I want to. Everyone else can go fuck themselves."

"Must be nice," I said.

She half turned, letting go of my hand. I quickly adjusted myself so it was less obvious about my erection. "We're going for a swim. Come on."

I took another swallow of water, and followed her. We went through the living room, and out into the backyard. There she had an absolutely gorgeous pool with clear inviting water. I followed her to a small changing hut next to it. It had two doors. She opened one and peered inside, then opened the other. "Damn, nothing here." She turned back to the house, "Wait here, I'll be right back."

She walked back the house, and left me standing there. I realized there were two changing rooms in the hut. In the first one, a few bikini tops and bottoms hung on a line, and a couple of towels were stacked neatly by the door. The other one was empty. It was hot out, and I finished off my bottle of water quickly. Amanda returned, holding a pair of men's swim shorts, "These should fit, I think. I just took them from the laundry."

I took she shorts, still uncertain what I was doing here. She went into the first changing room, pulling the door closed behind her, "Hurry up and get changed."

I stood mesmerized for a moment, then shrugged. What the hell? I went into the second changing room, and made sure the door was locked before taking off my clothes and putting on the swim shorts. I was still lacing them when I heard the other door open, then a quick patter of feet and a splash. I heard Amanda call out, "Hurry up!"

I laced the pants, and opened the door. Amanda was already in the pool. I could see flashed of her red bikini in the water. My erection had gone away, but returned almost immediately. I jumped into the water to hide it. I was a pretty good swimmer – not like competition good, but I liked to swim. I'd been told I had a lean trim form which worked well for it. I considered myself thin and/or lanky. I guess I wasn't the one to judge. The water felt really good, and I swam a distance underwater. It helped that the chlorine levels were fairly low, and I could open my eyes and see Amanda's body through the water. The barely there bikini bottoms hugged her perfect ass, the thin trail of fabric vanishing between her legs. God, if I didn't stop thinking like this, I would never get rid of the erection.

I surfaced for air.

"You're a good swimmer," she told me, "You were down there for like thirty seconds or so. I was just hoping you hadn't drowned."

I smiled, feeling warm and loose, "I've always liked swimming."

"Good," she said, "Let's do laps then. I find it relaxing."

So, we started at one end and did lazy laps. We weren't striving for speed, but slowly swimming. I was finding the play of the water in the splashes as we did so fascinating. I was aware that Amanda was asking me questions, and I was answering, but I was having a hard time remembering what was being said. Why was I feeling this way? I felt like I was drunk or something.

I felt Amanda grab my shoulder, "Josh, we should probably get out. You look like you've had enough."

"Sure," I slurred, and she helped me out of the pool. She helped me toward the changing room. "Take those off, and hand them out the door so I can hang them up."

I went into the changing room and took off the shorts. Then I cracked the door open, Amanda was standing with her back to me, and she lifted her arm out. I handed her the swim shorts. I was thinking that I needed to towel off, so I looked around. There were no towels. I frowned. I didn't really want to put on my clothes while I was wet – I didn't really like wet underwear. My clothes were gone as well.

My mind cleared a bit at the panic. Here I was, in Amanda's pool house, dripping wet, and there were no clothes. No keys. No cell phone. No wallet. Nothing. I was so screwed.

"Josh?" Came Amanda's voice from outside, "Everything ok?"

What could I do? There was only the one door, and there was nothing in here to wear or cover myself with. I thought about my options. I could run, try to get out of the backyard. Then what? My car was locked. I couldn't run across town naked.

Maybe this was some kind of mistake? "Um..." I said.

"Are you missing anything?" There was laughter in her voice.

How could I have been so stupid? She'd lured me in with her statements and kindness, now I was naked in her backyard. Why was it so hard to think?

The lock on the door popped, and the door opened. I jumped, and immediately moved to turn away and cover myself. I waited for the click of a camera or laughter, or something. Instead, still in her bikini, Amanda stood there looking at me, appraising. "Josh," she said, "You seem to be missing your clothes."

I was suddenly furious, "You think? What the hell?"

She backed up, releasing the door and letting it swing open. "I think," She said slowly, "that you're in a pit of a predicament. One I want to help you with."

"Then give me back my clothing," I snapped.

"No," she said, "Not until you've done something for me."

She looked me right in the eyes, making sure she had my attention, then she pulled at the strings on either side of her barely there bikini bottom. It fell away. My eyes locked on the fabric, but only for the second it took to fall away from her crotch, then my eyes focused on the skin revealed underneath. She had a tiny little 'W' of hairless skin underneath. My mind did a complete flip. Had Amanda really just taken off her bikini in front of me? My body thought so, as my cock jumped to an erection so fast it hurt.

Amanda pulled up a chair, and sat down. She leaned back and spread her legs. Her pussy opened like a flower. The outer lips pulled back a bit, and the inner ones were revealed. I could see the way the inner labia crinkled and lay open. At the top, where they met, there was a tiny little bump of skin, then the cleft of her vagina spreading open under that. "I want you to go down on me," she said, "then you can have your clothes back."

I'd seen pictures of girl's pussies on the Internet. Seen them in dozens of porn movies while masturbating up in my room. I'd never seen one in real life before. I couldn't take my eyes off of her crotch. She cleared her throat, "You have ten seconds to get between my legs, or I'll keep your clothes and you can walk home from here."

I looked at her, she was completely serious. "10," she intoned.

I didn't know what to do.

"9", she said.

I turned toward her, still covering myself with my hands. Not that it mattered, as I couldn't really hide the erection completely. I was slightly unsteady on my feet.

"8," she motioned me forward and to her crotch.

I stepped from the changing room, and toward her. There was only a handful of spaces, but it seemed like a huge distance.

"7", she ran a finger along the crack of her pussy.

I reached her as she said, "6."

I didn't know what to do, or how to do this to a girl. I had no experience whatsoever. "Kneel, NOW!" she ordered.

I knelt in front of her, my eyes at the level of her open pussy. "Now, lick me!"

How? I'd seen videos, but that was nothing to compare with reality. I guess I would just lick, and hope for the best. When my cautious tongue ran up her opening for the first time, she sighed. I got a bit bolder, licking her clit and labia. She tasted of musk and pool water. I couldn't believe I was actually doing this. Arguably the most beautiful girl in school, and here I was with my head between her thighs. How could she blackmail me for this? How was she going to turn this against me?

She grabbed my head, and mashed my face tight against her crotch as she shook suddenly and moaned. I tried to continue, but she pressed her thighs together, pinning my head. "Fuck, yeah," she gasped, "I needed that." 

She pushed me back away from her crotch, "Did you like the taste of my pussy?"

I looked at her, what was I supposed to say? I could feel the spread spittle and her juices drying on my face. The slight muskiness in my nose. "Yes?"

"Good," she said, "You'll be doing a lot of that."

My mind reeled. A lot of that? Did that mean she expected I was going to be going down on her a lot? "Stand up," she ordered.

I was still feeling cloudy, probably cloudier since I wasn't angry right now – just confused. She helped me to my feet. I stood, and my erection stood out from me. She wrapped herself around me, her tits against my back. I realized we were about the same height – I had maybe an inch on her. She took one of my hands and guided it to my cock, "Take it in your hand," she purred in my ear.

I did, not sure why I did. Her hand was on mine, and mine was wrapped around my erection. "I want to see you cum. I want you to cum for me." She moved her hand, making mine move, "Stroke it for me."

She put her other hand down and cupped my balls, her mouth right at my ear, "Cum for me."

God, I was so hard, with her tits pressed against my back, and her arms around me, I couldn't think. Her right hand made mine pump slowly, and her left hand massaged my balls. It was too much. I'd always cum easily, and with her doing this, it was no exception. A few pumps later, and a stream of cum shot out of my cock, splattering on the pavement. She knocked my hand out of the way, and grabbed my cock hard, pumping it fast. The sensation was so intense, it was almost painful. Usually after I reached orgasm, I would stop and wait for the sensations to die down, not continue going. I groaned, and reached for her hand. "Don't you dare!" she warned me. I didn't know what to do, so I fought against the sensations until they turned back to pleasure, then found myself cumming again with a groan.

She unwrapped herself from me, "Ok Josh, sit." She motioned to a chair and she sat back down in the one she had used when I went down on her.

I sat, feeling content and satisfied. I couldn't believe she had given me a hand job.

"You have two choices," she told me, "the first is that you become my sex toy. The second is that I accuse you of trying to rape me."

I was stunned, "What?"

She smiled, it wasn't a friendly smile, "You become my personal fuck toy, or I claim you tried to rape me. I have your DNA," she waggled a hand, "I can smear this on my pussy, claim you overpowered me and fucked me. My word against yours."

"But," I began, "I didn't, I wouldn't."

"Oh," she said, "I'm sure you wouldn't. Doesn't matter though – what will happen to you if people think you're a rapist? Even if it is eventually proved wrong, your life will be over."

I was shocked. My mind was still fuzzy, but I could image the fallout from that kind of implication. Here I was, naked in her backyard, as was she. She could easily claim I'd come over for a study session, we'd gone swimming, and I'd tried to force myself on her. "Do I have a choice?"

"Certainly," she said brightly, "But I would think fuck toy is better than prison."

"I guess so," I admitted.

"No," she said sternly, "I want to hear you say it. I want to hear you say, 'I'm Amanda's fuck toy'."

What real choice did I have? "I'm Amanda's fuck toy."

"Perfect!" she got up, "Come with me."

She led me back to the house, still with no clothing on. I watched her cute ass as I followed her, but junior was still recovering, so he barely responded.

We went into the house, and she opened a door off the kitchen. She flicked on the light, and headed down a set of carpeted stairs to the basement. I followed her. It was cooler in the house, and I had goose flesh up and down my arms and legs. In the basement, which was furnished, she went to a side door, which she opened, and motioned me through. I went in. The room was carpeted, and had some cabinets on the wall. The only thing in the room was what looked like a padded sawhorse in the middle of the space. There were cuffs at the base of the sawhorse.

"Lean over the saw horse," she told me.

"Amanda, I," I said, and she slapped my ass with her hand, hard.

"Listen, fuck toy," she growled, "Lean over the saw horse."

Maybe the fake rape conviction wouldn't be the worst option? I did as she bid. She efficiently tied my wrists down, leaving me hanging over it with my ass in the air. "Good fuck toy," she told me, patting my ass. She opened a cabinet and took out a two foot long steel bar with cuffs on either end. She strapped one of the cuffs to one ankle, "Move your legs apart," then she did the other ankle.




Amanda



I couldn't get off the saw horse, as its highest point was in my stomach, and with my feet locked apart, my only option would be to flip over the horse. The way I was tied, that would probably hurt – a lot.

Amanda ran her hands along my body, "You've got a nice build." She patted my ass. I tried to keep her in site, but she was almost completely behind me. 

I felt her grab my ass cheeks – one in each hand. She spread them apart. "Nice little ass hole too." She released one cheek, and ran a finger down the crack of my ass to my balls, and back up. "Very nice indeed."

She walked back in front of me, and crouched so she could look in my face, "Are you a screamer, Josh?"

"Screamer?" I was suddenly terrified, what was she planning on doing?"

"If I was to spank you, would you scream?"

She wanted to spank me? "No," I stammered.

"Good." She stood back up, and from a cabinet took out a paddle. She swatted my ass with it, then held it there and rubbed. She did this a few more times. It burnt and was startling when she did it, a burst of pain, but not something I was going to cry out for.

"That's a nice red color," she told me. She dropped the paddle in front of me. She opened a cabinet I couldn't see, and took out something. I felt her hand on my ass again, rubbing the cheek. It hurt more than when she had spanked me. I felt a something cold land on the crack of my ass. It was followed by her finger tracing down again, until she got to my anus, where she rubbed the lubricant.

Oh god, I thought, she is going to put her finger in me. I clenched, "Please, don't..."

"Don't beg, and don't clench," she told me, "It will hurt more if you do. It will happen either way, but if you clench it will hurt you more." She rammed her finger into me.

It felt so wrong, and it hurt like hell. I gasped, both from the shock and from the pain. She pumped her finger in and out of me quickly, which caused a friction burning feeling. I didn't like this at all. She withdrew her finger. I sighed, relieved. Then I felt more cold jelly against my anus, and braced for her finger again. A large hard object rammed itself up my ass. I cried out.

"Maybe you are a screamer after all," she laughed.

It felt like she was splitting me open, the object so hard and unyielding in my ass. My body wanted to force it back out, but she pushed it deeper until I felt a wide base hit my cheeks. "Ok, fuck toy," she growled, "prepare to be fucked."

She pulled back, and slammed it back. It hurt so much so that it nearly stole my breath. I was just trying to process the sensation when she did it again. My ass became the focus of my attention as she pounded the object into and out. The burning never went away, but the pain faded a bit. It still hurt like hell, but there was nothing I could do, and no way to move away from the torment. After what seemed like forever, and I was certain that she had rubbed my ass raw, she withdrew the object. 

I breathed a sigh of relief, more of a sob really, my whole body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. The burning in my ass was still there, a constant reminder that she had violated me.

I felt a cold ring go around the base of my cock, and sit on my balls. Then I felt cold metal on my cock as well. I was too wrung out to care what she was doing now. There was a click. "I've locked your dick in a chastity cage," she told me. She walked around in front of me, and showed me the little key on a gold chain. She put it over her head and nestled it between her breasts. "This will stay here until I decide to unlock you." She undid the cuff on my left wrists. "You can untie yourself."

I reached over and undid the other wrist, then pushed myself off the saw horse. I saw that the steel bar was tied to both ankles, which was preventing me from putting my legs together, but stranger still was the woven steel cage around my shrunken cock. There was a ring back behind my balls with what looked like a hinge, and then the top part covered my dick. There was a locking system with a small padlock holding the two together. It didn't look like it was coming off without cutting or unlocking the lock. I undid my ankles.

"Fuck toy," Amanda said when I was done, "come kneel in front of your mistress."

I didn't know what to do but obey. The fuzziness was completely gone, and I wondered if she had spiked my bottle of water. I knelt at her feet. My ass cheeks were tender, causing me to wince, and my actual ass hole felt raw and abused.

"Your worthless dick belongs to me now," Amanda told me, "I decide when, and if, it comes out of its cage. You are also at my beck and call to provide me pleasure whenever I want. Do you understand?"

If she was doing this, there was no way the rape charge would hold. I would just have to show them my ass, this room, and explain that Amanda was a psycho. I was about to tell her this, when she held up a phone. On it was a recording of me tied to the sawhorse, and then a realistic looking cock going into and out of my anus. "Just in case you had any bright ideas, I recorded this, and will share it with everyone if you don't obey. As you can see, you can't tell that it is me fucking you – just that you're tied down and taking a dick up the ass."

I was beaten. There was nothing I could do. "Amanda, please," I said.

"No," she slapped me, bringing tears to my eyes, "don't talk back to me, fuck toy. If I want you to beg, you will know it."

She held out a pair of frilly pink underwear to me, "you will always wear pink panties from now on."

I took them from her, uncertain what to do.

"Put them on," she ordered.

"You want me to wear these?" I asked.

She slapped me again, with the other hand, "Don't talk back to me, fuck toy. Just put them on or else."

I stood, and put one leg, then the other into the holes, then pulled them up. They weren't thong or anything, kind of like boys underwear, but without the opening in the front, and instead of cotton, made of satiny material with a frilly edge.

"Perfect," she told me. "Now, learn your true place." She turned around, and leaned on the saw horse, "Come over and lick my asshole."

Her ass was so perfect, and the little winking pink rosebud was intriguing. I went behind her, and she held her ass cheeks open. I licked her asshole. It tasted salty and sweaty, but not horrible like I was expecting. "Good little fuck toy."

"Come with me," she said, holding out her hand.

I got off the floor, and she led me from the room, and back upstairs. We went back out to the pool, and to the changing rooms again. She opened the first door, and pulled out my clothes. I must have been really out of it not to notice her grab them. She dropped them at my feet, "Get dressed."

Once I was dressed, she patted my cheek, "We are going to have so much fun, aren't we my little fuck toy?"

I didn't know what to say to that. She smiled and grabbed her own clothes, pulling her underwear and shorts on quickly. I watched her. Junior was awake, but I realized he couldn't expand in his cage – it hurt when he tried. "Come on," she walked back to the house, not waiting for me. I followed.

"Tomorrow," she told me, "Is Saturday. You will be here at 10am. If you are not here, or if I find that you have taken off that chastity device, I will share the video with everybody – do you understand me?"

I didn't know what else to say, "Yes." I was both horrified, but at the same time, excited. I never thought I would have sex while in high school. I figured I would end up having to hire a whore to lose my virginity. Now, I hadn't had intercourse with Amanda, but I'd sucked on her pussy, and she had given me a hand job. Ok, the anal sex had not been good – but it was still a win of sorts in my book. I was interested, despite myself, on where this was going to go.

"Good," she smiled.

We went back to the kitchen, and I gathered up my school books. I was certain I was not getting paid for the lessons either. As I opened the door to leave, unable to look her in the eyes, and uncertain if I wanted to say goodbye, she called out to me, "Oh, Josh, here is your $40 for the lessons."

She handed me two crisp $20 bills. I starred at them and then up at her. This girl was completely psycho. I nodded and left. It was hard sitting in my car, my bum was tender, and getting comfortable so the damage to my anus didn't cause shooting pains was difficult. I managed it, however.

Once I was home, I went up to my room, and examined the thing she had locked around my dick. It was a wire metal cage attached to a hinged back ring. It looked like there was no way I was getting it off without cutting the lock. It also looked like peeing while it was on was going to be messy, and something I was definitely going to have to sit down for. If I lined up by cock right, I could probably pee through the small opening at the end without too much trouble.

I cleaned up the lube from my ass crack and butt cheeks. She had used a lot, which I guess I was grateful for, but it had made a mess. The pink panties were probably ruined from it as well. Good thing I washed my own clothing. I took them off and threw them in the wash. Since Amanda expected me to be wearing them, I should probably have them clean.

I tried to find other things to do, but the chastity cage was becoming really annoying. I was constantly aware of it sitting between my legs, and I was shifting around to make myself comfortable. It wasn't working. I tried to play C.O.D., but my mind wasn't in it – too hard to focus. Instead I found myself daydreaming about being between Amanda's thighs and the look and smell of her pussy. This was a problem, because these thoughts were trying to give me an erection, and the chastity device was preventing that, tugging and pulling even more. I had to pee a couple times, and the first time was a mess. I got urine all over, trying to line up my dick to pee out the end hole of the chastity device. The second time was better, but it was still awkward.

Needless to say, I didn't get much sleep. It was difficult to sleep in the chastity device – there were no comfortable positions. Also, although I'd taken some pain meds for my ass, I kept on thinking it hurt. In the morning, I got up with my alarm at 8:30. It was an unheard of time for me to be out of bed on a Saturday. I took a shower and considered shaving, but I'd shaved on Thursday, and I really only needed to once a week or so – I just wasn't that hairy. I had some chest hair, and hair in my groin and pits, but really that was the extent of it. What was I expecting? More weird sex with Amanda? Something else? I really didn't know – so, as a result, I really didn't know what to wear [outside of the pink panties]. I settled on jeans and a t-shirt. Standard fare. 

I got to Amanda's a little early, hoping that wasn't rude. I didn't know if she meant 10 sharp or around 10 or what. I rang the bell on the side door. I saw Amanda come to the door – she was a sight to make anyone pop an instant boner. She was wearing a tight leather corset that really showed off her boobs, a pair of leather thong panties, and boots laced up to her knees. Her long hair was in a high ponytail and braided. She opened the door, "In." One word, no greeting. I smiled at her as I stepped inside – she didn't return it, just glared at me.

"Uh," I started.

"No talking," she commanded. "Take off your clothing and put it in that bag there," she pointed to a large paper bag next to the door. I felt more than a bit embarrassed to be taking off my clothing in front of her, but did it anyway.

"Leave the panties on," she told me as I started to pull them down.

So, there I stood, mostly naked in her kitchen as she eyed me up and down. "Come on, fuck toy," she told me, "We have some things to do." I followed her, my eyes glued to her amazing butt, completely on display except for the tiny thong of material up the crack. Her thigh high boots clacked on the floor as I followed her. She brought me back downstairs, and I feared she was going to tie me to the saw horse again and fuck my ass. Indeed, she went to that door, but I was relieved to see that the saw horse was gone. In its place was a simple folding massage table. Maybe I would be giving her a massage?

"Lie down on your back," she told me. I did as she bit. She took out a pair of cuffs, and proceeded to put one on each wrist, then tied them together under the table. Then she took a long strap and wrapped it around my legs and the table, then cinched it down.

"Let's talk," she said, "I have questions that I want answered. You will say yes, or no, and if I want more information, I'll ask. Got it?"

"Yes," I told her.

"Good." She smiled.

"Virgin?"

"Yes."

"Masturbate?"

I was somewhat embarrassed, I didn't want to admit this one. "I can punish you if you lie or don't want to answer. So, again, masturbate?"

"Yes."

"Everyday?"

God, my face and ears felt like they were on fire, the embarrassment so deep, "Yes."

"Do you like girls – as sexual partners?"

"Yes."

"Do you like boys – as sexual partners?"

"No!" I was probably a bit forceful on that one, but I was definitely not gay.

"How many girls, beside me, have you seen naked?"

"None," I admitted.

"Did you like it when I fucked your ass?"

"No, it hurt."

"Do you like wearing women's panties?"

I considered for a second. They were nicer to the touch, but fit in the wrong places, "They don't fit correctly."

I watched her take a jar and some strips of cloth paper out of one of the cabinets. "What do you think of the chastity device I put on you?"

"It makes it hard to go," I told her truthfully, hoping she might take pity on me and take it off.

"I can fix that," she told me. She pulled out a tube from her pocket. It was probably 5" long, and one end looked like it had a twisty screw part. 

I'd noticed the end hole of the chastity device had threading, "What does that do?" I was worried, I had a sinking feeling it went inside my cock.

"This," she held it up, "Will make it easier for you to pee." She grabbed a tube of lubricant, and rubbed it on the tube. "Now, hold still, I don't really want to hurt you."

"Please, don't," I begged.

She smiled, "Don't be such a baby – you might even like this."

She inserted it into the end of the chastity device, and rubbed it around the end of my urethra. When she pushed it just inside, it was an intense, but not horrible sensation. She gently worked it in until she could twist the little swivel screw end, and lock it in place. "Perfect," she announced.

"Now, down to business." She showed me the jar, "This is a waxing solution. I'm going to use it to remove all of your body hair. I want you to be nice and smooth." My eyes must have bugged out, because she giggled at me, "Oh, come on, if a girl can do it, I assume you can too." She looked at me, considering, "If you can make it through the procedure without crying out, I'll let you lick my pussy – deal?"

The sight of her labia bulging out from the edges of the leather thong were too much, "Deal."

She spread the wax on my chest with the applicator, then applied the cloth strip, and yanked it off like a band aid. It stung, but wasn't horrible. She proceeded to strip the hair off my entire chest and down my stomach to just above the pink panties. It hadn't been so bad. Then she did my legs – which in comparison was almost painless.

Amanda took out a pair of thick leather cuffs, and put one around each ankle. I was curious what she was doing, but since I couldn't move my legs anyway, I didn't see the point. Then she took out a longer steel bar than she had yesterday, "I'm going to release your legs and put this bar between them."

"Ok," I told her.

She undid the strap, and quickly locked each ankle cuff to the bar, propping my ankles about 4 feet apart. It hurt a bit to have my legs open so wide.

She took a rope and tied it above my head, then another one on the other side. She straddled me, facing down to my feet, and rubbed herself down my body until she could reach my feet. The sight of her tight little ass in the leather thong, and the feel of her body weight on mine, was intense. She ran the ropes down to my ankles and looped them into the cuffs, then shimmied back up my body until her pussy and ass were right in front of my face, "I bet you wish I wasn't wearing the thong, huh fuck toy?"

I could smell a mix of her sweat, the scent of her arousal, and leather. It was intoxicating, "Very much so."

She moved off me, standing above my head, "I'm going to tighten these ropes. I would suggest bending your knees. She pulled the ropes, cinching them tighter, and I bent my knees. She tied off the ropes when the bar was about over my groin. Then she used the end of the ropes down at the ankles to wrap around my thighs, leaving my legs tied in the bent position.

"Oh, fuck toy," she moaned, "I love having you tied up like this." She went and sat on the table past my feet, and started rubbing my butt, which was partially lifted off the table. "Time to finish what we started," yanked on the panties until they ripped, then removed them from me.

Amanda took out the wax again, "You ass and balls are next." She smeared the wax, and ripped the hair off with the strips. Unlike the hair on my chest, this hurt quite a bit. I found myself stifling shrieks – especially when she denuded my balls.

"There," she told me, "Smooth as any girl's ass." She massaged my balls, "So much nicer to play with when there is no hair to get in the way." Her hands on my balls felt terrific, even if I couldn't get an erection because of the chastity belt. I found myself sighing.

"Ok, now time for the main event," she got off the bench and got a red butt plug, "but first, I am going to put this in your ass. You see, I want you to get used to things in your ass, because I want to put lots of things in there. I want you to get to the point you will beg for me to put things in your ass."

She smeared lube on the butt plug and dribbled some on my crack as well. I could feel myself tightening against it. "Please don't," I begged.

She started massaging my balls again, "I put it in and finish waxing, and maybe I take your dick out of this cage and give you a blow job. Would you like a blowjob?"

I could feel my cock straining in the cage, I could practically envision her perfect lips wrapped around the shaft of my cock. She lowered her face so I could feel her breath on my balls, "Deal?"

Oh god, I wanted that, "Deal."

She put the end of the butt plug against the opening to my anus and swirled it around, gently pushing then retreating. It felt a lot different than when she had impaled me yesterday, just increased gentle pressure as she played with my balls. When she finally pushed the wide part in, I grunted in pain, but it was over in a second, and my sphincter muscles were wrapped around the thin part after the bulge. "Much better," she cooed. She released the cords on my legs, letting them fall back down. The spreader bar ended up resting on the bench, and Amanda positioned herself between them. She smeared more of the wax on my pubic hair, then ripped it out as well. It hurt, a lot, more so than my balls or ass for some reason. I whimpered. Finally she was done.

"Good little fuck toy," she told me. "Time for your reward."

She moved to stand next to me, and slowly slid her leather panties down, revealing her moist bald pussy. She straddled my head, her labia opening, reveling her clit and opening. "Now, lick it like a good little boy," she told me, lowering herself down so I could reach.

I dove right in, using my tongue to lap at her clit and labia. She moaned, grinding down on me, which caused my nose to be buried in her, and the rest of her covering my mouth. I tried to eat her out, but I couldn't breathe. I panicked, struggling in my bonds, and she lifted enough for me to take a breath before pushing down on me again. She did this, each time smothering me for what seemed like a longer time. Finally, she lifted up just enough to break contact with my face, "Lick me, fuck toy, and do not stop no matter what!" She ordered.




Amanda



I started again, running my tongue and lips over her. Her taste was fantastic, musky and sweet. She moaned and started saying things like, "Oh, yeah", "Oh, god", and "Fuck". Then her body started to shake and I could feel her pussy pulsing against my mouth as she reached orgasm. Then a stream of liquid splashed into my mouth, I swallowed the first mouthful involuntarily, and it was hot and acrid. The flow continued, spraying from her pussy to drench me. It was in my eyes, my mouth, and my nose. I realized she was peeing on me. It was, perhaps, the nastiest thing to ever happen to me. Not only was I soaked in her urine, I had swallowed some of it. I thought I was going to be sick.

She grabbed my balls, "Lick my pussy clean!"

When I didn't immediately comply, she applied crushing force to them, "I meant now!"

What could I do? I licked the remaining pee off her pussy.

She got off me, and went over to her cabinets. How many things did she have in there? She came back with a rubber ring with Velcro straps on either side. "Open your mouth," she held it out, "I'm going to gag you while I give you your blowjob."

What I really wanted was a shower to wash off her pee, but I guessed I wasn't getting that. I opened my mouth, and she worked the ring behind my teeth, then had me lift my head and secured it. I couldn't close my mouth. "No, not quite right," she said, and went to fetch a realistic looking dildo. She brought it to the ring, and pushed it into my mouth. "Mmmm, taste my cock," she purred, and started pushing it in and out. It was long, and on the pushes in, I was gagging on it – she didn't seem to care.

I managed to move my head just right to accept the full length of the thing, just to stop myself from chocking. She noticed this, and slid it all the way in, then secured it there, completely filling my mouth and throat. I could breathe, but it was a little difficult, and I couldn't really move my head out of the slightly tilted back position it was in, so I couldn't really watch what Amanda was doing. 

I felt her at the cock cage, and there was a click. She took it off. Then I felt warm lips around my dick, and her tongue caressing the underside of my cock and swirling around the glans. Oh god, it felt incredible. I'd had no idea that oral sex felt so amazing. Amanda stopped for a moment, and a new sensation wrapped around my cock. I think it was a condom. "I don't want your cum in my mouth," she told me, "So I've put a condom on you. Feel free to cum when you want." I needed her permission to cum? She started sucking on me again, and added her hand to pump with. It was only a few seconds of this before I couldn't take any more, and I exploded. She didn't stop, however, and continued to suck on my overly sensitive cock. I couldn't take it, and was thrashing under her. "Good fuck toy, cum again for me," she attacked me with mouth and hand. The nearly painful sensations turned back to pleasure, and in far too short a time, I reached orgasm again. This time she stopped.

I felt her grab my shrinking dick, and squeeze the condom off. It made a snapping sound as she pulled it free. She came to my head and showed me the condom filled with my jizz. "You're a heavy cummer – that is good!" I watched her pour the contents of the condom into a syringe, then she put the end of the syringe at the back of the dildo down my throat, "Taste your own cum." She slammed the syringe down, and I felt my throat fill with my own sperm. I had no choice but to swallow it. It tasted salty and sweat, but mostly like wet snot.

Amanda put my chastity device back on me as I was bemoaning the humiliation she was inflicting on me. She had peed on me, made me swallow my own load, ripped all the hair off my body, and shoved a plug up my ass. In return I had seen and licked her pussy, and she had given me a blowjob. I was not sure the scales were in my favor on this.

She took the dildo out of my mouth, and then removed the ring gag. I worked my jaw, which was aching.

"Here is the deal," she told me, "I want you to sign a slave contract."

I looked at her, not knowing what the hell she was talking about. "A what?"

She sighed and pulled a piece of paper out of the cabinet. She read it to me:

"Of my own free will, as of April 3rd, I Josh Miller, hereby grant Amanda Freeman, full ownership and use of my body and mind from now until she releases me.

I will obey Amanda at all times and will wholeheartedly seek her pleasure and well-being above all other considerations.

I renounce all rights to my own pleasure, comfort, or gratification, except insofar as Amanda desires or permits them.

I will seek always to learn how to please Amanda better, and will gracefully accept criticism.

I renounce all rights to privacy or concealment from Amanda. I will answer truthfully and completely, to the best of my knowledge, any and all questions Amanda may ask me.

I understand and agree that any failure by me to comply fully with Amanda's desires shall be regarded as sufficient cause for possibly severe punishment.

Within the limits of physical safety and my ability to earn a livelihood, I otherwise unconditionally accept as Amanda's prerogative anything she may choose to do with me, whether as punishment, for her amusement, or for whatever purpose, no matter how painful or humiliating to myself."

"Why would I sign anything like that?" I was stunned. There was no way. I was thinking I was done with this whole thing with Amanda – no matter what she might blackmail me with. There was no way I was signing a document to let it continue.

She smiled sweetly at me, "I could threaten to make your life at school hell, but I want you to sign it willingly – without coercion – otherwise it doesn't mean anything."

"I don't think so. I think I'm done with all of this. Do what you want, but I'm out of here." It was a rather bold statement considering that my hands were still bound together under the table, and there was no way I was escaping unless she let me go.

Amanda straddled me, her hot wet pussy pushing down on my chastity cage. She undid the laces on her corset and took it off, so she was sitting completely naked on me. I couldn't help myself, I drank in the sight of her. She was absolutely gorgeous, and her perfect round tits with the dark nipples that were sticking out like little thumbs as the skin around them wrinkled a little bit were amazing to look at. "You said yourself that you are a virgin. That you've had no partner but your hand. You'd never even seen a real girl naked before. Now, with me, you've seen me naked. You've had your face in intimate places. You've had a blowjob. Are you sure you want to give that up?"

"You've abused my ass, ripped all the hair from my body, peed on me, and I seriously think you drugged me yesterday. How is any of that an enticement to want to sign a contract making me your slave?"

She leaned down, pressing her tits against me, and bringing her head right up to me, so she was looking me right in the eyes. "First, I find smooth skin sexy," she rubbed her tits against me. "Second, I wanted to mark you with my scent, so everyone knows you're mine." She leaned forward and quickly planted a kiss on my lips. "Third, I like anal sex. I want you to like it too. If I waited for you to want to receive anal sex, I would wait forever. I forced the issue."

I couldn't believe what she was saying, "You're completely mental – you know that?"

She smiled and kissed me again, "Yeah, but the good, sexually deviant kind of mental."

"The answer is no," I told her. I wasn't as firmly convinced as before, her body felt fantastic pressed against me. I wanted to know what it would be like to hold her naked body, really embraced, and make love to her.

She must have read the expression on my face. "Listen, how about this. I will acknowledge you are my boyfriend – in school – which will immediately change your social status and make the last couple months of high school bearable. I will go to prom with you as well – something I think you wouldn't be going to without me. We will have normal sex – as boring as it is – at least once a month, and providing you are a good slave. I also promise you as much sex as you can take. Does that sound like a compromise?"

That was a hell of a deal. I seriously was considering it – which shows both how low and desperate I was on the social scene, and how warped I must be in general. "Once every two weeks," I figured I might as well push the envelope. She was obviously intent on me, for some reason.

"Agreed, provided you do not fight me on anything I want to do to and with you," she smiled.

I was obviously the most stupid person in the entire fucking world. "Agreed."

She bounced up, clapping, "Awesome!" She slipped off me, and unlocked my hands. I sat up, and then she handed me the paper and a pen. I noticed she had already signed it. I put my signature on it as well, and handed it back to her. She took the paper, and wrapped her arms around me, kissing me full on the lips, "Time to play."

She slipped out of my grasp before I could even try to return the embrace. "I thought we were already playing?"

She giggled, "Oh, yeah, well that is sex play – time for games." I was totally confused.

"Take off the wrist cuffs, and untie your ankles," she told me. She was already searching the cabinets, "What size shoe do you wear?"

That was a question out of nowhere, "9."

She tossed a pair of 6" high heels back toward me, "Try those on."

"You want me to wear high heels?"

"Listen, slave," she glared at me, "you do as I say – you signed a contract."

I sighed and tried them on – they fit around the foot, so I did the little strap on the side to hold them on.

"Stand up," she said, and came over to offer me support.

I got wobbly to my feet. The angle down was so much, I was really just on my tip toes. It also arched my hips forward, changing my center of gravity.

"We are going to practice walking," she tugged me forward. I was not steady on my feet, and with the plug still in my ass, it made me walk awkwardly as well. However, it was nice to hold her hands – which was probably the most normal thing we had done since all of this started.

"Swing your hips a bit," she instructed, "stop walking like a man and you're hunting something. Don't pick up your feet so much. Also, go toe to toe, not heel toe, it will make it easier."

It took me about five minutes of this, and I was reasonably sure I wasn't going to do a face plant, "I think I almost got it."

"Good," she beamed, "go back and sit down then."

I did so, the plug was uncomfortable when I sat down, wedging itself in deeper, or shifting or something. "Take off the shoes, and put these on," she handed me a pair of what looked like pantyhose – except there were two of them. "They are thigh highs," she explained.

I shrugged and pulled them up my legs. True to their name, they ended in a frilly band about half way up my thighs.

"Now, slip the shoes back on," I did so, and Amanda grabbed two small padlocks, and used them to lock the buckles on the shoes, "You'll be wearing these for the rest of the day. I didn't want to lock them until I was sure you could walk."

She looked at my legs in the shoes, "You have nice legs."

"Uh, thanks?"

"Now," she grabbed my hand, "Come on, a few more things to do."

She led me from the room and across the downstairs room to a bathroom. We went inside. "Lean over the counter," she told me, "Time to wash you inside."

"What?"

"Time for an enema." She took out a small pump with two hoses. She placed it on the counter where it was held in place by little suction cups. She turned on the water in the sink and let the water run warm, and then plugged the drain. She filled it about half way, and added some scented oils and soap. She dropped the ends of both hoses into the water. She turned the pump on, and waited wile it sucked up the water and was pumping in a loop. She turned it off, and took one of the hoses. It was long enough to reach around behind me, and I felt her attach it to the anal plug.

She turned it on, and I felt warm fluid rush into my bowels. "Let me know when it becomes too painful."

It didn't take long. As the water drained from the sink and into me, the pressure, then the pain increased as well. I had half a sink's worth of fluid in me, and was groaning from it. "Good boy," Amanda cooed, stroking my butt cheek, "Almost there."

"I feel like I'm going to explode," I told her.

She turned off the pump and detached the hose. "Let that mix do its job." She rubbed my belly gently. It was all I could think of not to push, popping out the plug and spraying everywhere. A sheen of sweat was covering my body. "Good, now, sit on the toilet and pull out the plug."

I did so, nearly panicked with the urgency to go. The plug came out, and with a tiny push on my part, smelly water rushed out of me. The pressure vanished. It occurred to me that she was watching me on the toilet – a strangely intimate experience even with what we had already done. I was somehow embarrassed from the experience. Once I was empty, she told me, "Wipe, then put the plug back in."

"Do I have to?"

"Yes, now do it!"

I was mortified, here I was wiping my ass in front of her. I did so, then with a little effort put the plug back in.

"Round two," she told me.

I groaned, but stood up again, and she repeated the process. This time, she let me leave the plug out.

She had me wash my face, then sat me down and applied makeup to me, including eyeliner and mascara. Then we went back to the, what I was beginning to think of as her torture room, and she found me a white frilly neckband, and a short frilly black skirt with white lace crinoline. I realized she was dressing me as a French maid. It included a corset top that she tightened down, forcing me to take shallower breaths than I was used to.

"There," she said, adding the obligatory headband, "perfect. I would kiss you, but I don't want to redo you lipstick." She pulled one final part of the costume out. It was an anal plug with a long fur tail. I couldn't tell if it was fox or wolf. "Bend over," she ordered. I saw that this plug looked wider, and was worried that it was going to hurt like hell when she put it in. It hurt as she worked the bulb in, but not as much as I thought it would.

"Come on," she told me, walking from the room. I followed her, feeling ridiculous in this getup, and the tail was weird swishing against the backs of my legs. The stairs proved treacherous in high heels, and I had to take them really slowly, using the hand rail a lot. I had wanted to watch her climb the stairs, but self-preservation had put an end to that. Finally I made it back to the first floor. Amanda was already in a bikini. She handed me a stack of towels, "Take those out to the pool."

I knew the backyard was fenced, so nobody would see me. I took the towels out to the pool. The sun was high, and the day was warm. I could smell the water in the pool and the rich aroma of the grass and flowers. It was a really nice day. I put the towels down and turned back to the house. I stopped in stunned surprise. Amanda was just coming out of the house with five girls in tow. I recognized all of them from school – they were all the really popular girls. I felt genuine fear race up my spine, and I wasn't sure if I should run or hide or what. Not that running was a possibility in these shoes.

Beth, a tall, leggy blond girl with an athletic build and small breasts was the first to notice me, and she stopped dead, "OH MY GOD!"

The other girls turned to look. The embarrassment I felt started somewhere in my toes and ended well past the tips of my hair. I could feel the blush of shame across my whole body, and I wanted to curl up and die.

"This is," Amanda cast about for a second, "Josie. She will be taking care of us today."

The girls approached me. I could tell that they recognized me, but were going to go along with Amanda.

"Josie," Amanda stood in front of me, "Curtsey to the girls."

I blushed again, as if this could get any more humiliating. I grabbed the hem of my short skirt, and made an awkward curtsey – what else could I do?

"Seems like I was wrong," Beth said slowly, "I didn't think you could pull this off."

Amanda smiled, "I guess that means I win the bet."

Beth looked at her and sighed, "I guess it does."

"Then," Amanda grabbed Beth's wrist and started to the chairs by the pool, "I'll take my winnings."

Jen, Megan, Amy, and Kate took a few more seconds to scrutinize me, then turned to Amanda and Beth. Clearly the wager, and its results, were going to be far more interesting than me in a French maid's outfit – even with my cock hanging in a cage below the crinoline and a tail sticking out of my ass.

"I believe," Amanda stated, "That the wager was a kiss on the lips, with tongue." 

Beth looked nervous and was hunched in on herself, "Yeah, it was. Although I don't know why you want to kiss me – it isn't like I'm into girls."

"No," Amanda sat down, "I just want a physical acknowledgement that I won the wager."

Beth looked a little more relieved, until Amanda cocked her hips forward and pulled her bikini bottoms aside, "So, kiss my pussy lips, and don't forget the tongue. I want to feel it inside me."

Megan gasped, "Amanda! You can't make her do that!"

Beth looked like she was going to be sick.

Amy looked excited, and Jen and Kate looked speculative.

"When we made the wager, I do not recall specifying what pair of lips you needed to kiss – did I?"

"No," Beth said, her voice a mere whisper.

"Are you going to renege on our bet? Is that who you are?" Amanda spread her legs a little wider and used her hand to open herself fully, "Or are you going to do what you promised?"

I was painfully aware that my cock was caught in the cage, as it was straining to be free and it hurt to be so pressed against the metal enclosure. Was I really going to get to watch Beth, the queen bitch of the school, suck on Amanda's cunt? It certainly seemed that way.

"Amanda," Megan, the obvious voice of reason in the group, said, "That is above and beyond. Nobody thought you mean that when you made the bet."

Amanda looked at her solemnly, "Do you recall when I said, 'I want a kiss on the lips – with plenty of tongue – as a reward. I get to choose the lips, which will almost certainly be mine, but not required to be mine?"

Beth was wilting, her eyes somewhat panicked, "Is there something else you would take instead? Anything else?"

Amanda appeared to consider it. "Sure," she decided, "You could take Josie's cherry."

"I'm not doing that here," Beth stated flatly.

"No," Amanda waved at the house, "You can take her to the guest room."

Beth considered for half a second, "Ok."

My heart leapt. Beth was a knock out – long legs, wavy blond hair, cute little mouth, and bright green eyes. The fact that they were discussing her fucking me like it was an afterthought didn't change anything. I was going to get to put my dick in her pussy.

Amanda took the key off her neck, "Here is the key to her chastity belt, have fun!"

Beth took it, sighing, "Come on... Josie." She walked to the house, without seeing if I was following her. Of course I was following her. We went into the house and up to the second floor. It was ridiculous climbing stairs in these heels, so Beth was at the top of the stairs way ahead of me. She walked into the first room on the right, and I walked in after her.

She closed the door, "First thing, there is no way in hell we are having sex. I'm not kissing you, touching you, or anything else. We are going to stay here in this room for the next fifteen minutes, then we are going to go back out, and you are going to tell Amanda that we had sex. Got it?"




Amanda



My heart fell a little bit. "Why did you drag me up here?"

She glared at me, "There was no way I was going to put my mouth on her." She shuddered, "Not there – not ever. This seemed like an easy way out."

I sat on the edge of the bed – anything to get the pressure off the balls of my feet. The stiletto heels were absolutely murder.

"You look completely ridiculous," she told me, "I can't believe you're letting her do this. I know you're a total loser, but even you must have higher self-esteem than this."

I figured I might as well be honest, "She drugged and then blackmailed me."

Beth considered that, "Sounds like Amanda."

I lifted my leg up to massage my calf and foot.

"Don't do that," Beth snapped, "I don't want to see your junk either."

"My feet hurt, and my calves are sore. I don't know how you girls walk around in these things all day."

She chuckled, "Practice. The price of beauty as it were."

She sat down on the bed as well, but out of arms reach. She was obviously done with the conversation, and based on her body language, was done talking to me as well. When about fifteen minutes had passed, she got to her feet, "Ok, time to go back down."

She did not wait for me, and walked out. I followed as quickly as I could. The respite just made it seem even worse to walk around in these things. I got back out to the pool, and Beth was already sitting down at the table there. Jen was in the floating lounger, Amy was swimming laps slowly, Megan sat on the pool edge, Kate was drifting on her back, and Amanda was still in her original seat.

She looked at me, "How was sex with Beth?"

I glanced at Beth who scowled at me. "It was ok."

Amanda shook her head, "What am I going to do with the two of you?"

Beth looked at her, "What do you mean?"

"You both lied to me. I expect that from you, Beth, but also from my slave to cover your lie?"

"I'm not lying," Beth retorted hotly.

Amanda raised an eyebrow, "Oh really? You fucked her?"

"Yes," Beth growled.

"You unlocked the chastity belt, took out her cock, and she plunged it into your hot pussy?"

Beth obviously didn't like this kind of talk at all, but kept her tone even, "You are disgusting, but, yes."

Amanda dropped the key to the chastity belt on the table, "And, how exactly did you do that with the wrong key?"

Beth looked stricken. Megan laughed, "Busted!"

"So," Amanda said slowly, "You have three choices. One, you drop to your knees right now and suck on my cunt until I reach orgasm. Two, you drop your bikini bottoms right now, lean over the table, spread your legs, and Josie will fuck you in front of everyone here. Three, you leave and we destroy you socially. Which is it going to be?"

I was so certain that Beth would get up and storm out. I knew from her reaction that the thought of any homosexual contact completely repulsed her. I also knew she thought I was a loser, and would never, ever, have any kind of contact with me.

Beth stood up, shaking. She looked at her 'friends', but didn't get any kind of support from them. They were obviously on Amanda's side in this. She made a bet, she had to follow through or welch. I was completely shocked when she pulled the laces to the bows on the side of her bikini bottoms, and the fabric fell to the pool deck. From where I was standing, I could marvel at how shapely and smooth her little bubble butt was. She leaned over the table, and spread her legs. I could see her dark little asshole, and right below that, the swell of her pussy covered with blond hair.

Amanda stood and walked over to me. She took the key – the same key she had put on the table – and reached under my skirt. She kept her gaze locked on mine as she released the chastity cage and pulled it off. Then she grabbed my cock and tugged me forward toward Beth.

God, I was going to fuck Beth. My dick was raging hard in a second. "Slow down there, tiger," Amanda said, "You need to hold out long enough to actually get inside her." Amanda put a cupped hand up to her mouth and spat a large gob of saliva into it. She used it to lube up my cock. She whispered in my ear, "Fuck her good."

I stood behind Beth, my hard and now wet cock pushing the skirt up. She had her eyes closed, and when I placed a hand on her to steady myself, she flinched. I probably should have cared more, but she had offered this up to Amanda, and Amanda to me. I used my hand to lower the angle of my dick – it would have been a lot easier without the heels, as I was at a really awkward angle to enter her. The tip of my cock touched the first pussy it had ever touched, and if anything I got harder. It took me a few seconds, but I found her opening and thrust inside her. It was like a velvet vice wrapping around me. Beth made a sound – and I didn't know if it was a groan, moan, or sob. I didn't care in that moment. Instead, I grabbed her hips and pushed in to the hilt, then part of the way back out, and slammed into her again. I loved the way her ass cheeks parted and I could see her tight little anus. I also loved the feel of being all the way inside her with my balls slapping at the outside. I started fucking her. I was pushing her forward and pulling her back at the same time as thrusting my hips. It was totally intense, and my orgasm came far too soon. As it ripped through me, I slammed as deep into her as I could, my sperm gushing deep into her pussy. The thought drifted through my post-orgasm brain that I'd just lost my virginity to one of the hottest girls in school. Then Amanda was there to pull me back and out of her. My cock, now only three quarters erect, came free from her cunt and trailed a line of sperm up her ass crack.

Beth started to move, but Amanda slapped her ass, "No, you stay there and drip cum."

Amanda roughly wiped me clean with one of the towels, "When your dick is small again, I'm putting you back in chastity."

I didn't think it was going to be anytime soon, as the sight of watching my sperm drip out of Beth's pussy and down her legs was enough to keep me hard – or at least mostly hard. I realized there were tears down Beth's face as well, and although I felt a little bad for that, she had called me a loser. She could say anything she wanted to or about me at this point – she could never erase the fact that I'd had my cock in her cunt, and that my cum had splattered her insides.

"Go and get us some drinks," Amanda told me, "There are cokes and lemonade in the fridge. Bring glasses of ice as well."

I didn't want to leave off looking at Beth, but nodded slowly, "Sure."

I walked back to the house to get the drinks. It took me a few minutes to find glasses and get Ice out of the freezer – which was a freezer on the bottom fridge, and leaning down in the heels was a pain. Eventually I also found a tray, and put the pitcher of lemonade, six glasses with ice, and six cokes on it. I walked back to the door to the backyard. Beth walked past me, her bikini bottoms in one hand, and daggers in her eyes. She stormed into the bathroom, and I heard water running instantly. I guessed she was washing me off of her. I smiled, she could scrub all she wanted, I knew what she felt like inside, she knew what my dick felt like, and she couldn't wash that away.

I put the tray down on the table. Amanda looked at me, "Go stand over there until we need you." She pointed at a spot near the dressing rooms. I walked there, and stood, wondering how long this was going to go on. My feet and calves were in agony.

Beth came back from the house, bikini bottoms back in place. She didn't look at me, but walked straight to the pool and dove in. I watched the girls swim and sun themselves for the next couple of hours. It was hell, my legs felt like they were on fire, my feet were a source of complete agony.

Beth was the first one to leave. She grabbed a towel and headed inside. She didn't even really say much more than that she had to go. Jen and Amy followed shortly thereafter, claiming they had soccer or something. Kate went as well, saying she had to go shopping with her mom.

It was down to Megan and Amanda.

"Megan," Amanda said, "Would you like to help me?"

"Sure," I had though she was asleep in the sun, but she obviously wasn't.

"My slave lied to me, and I need to punish her. Do you want to spank her?"

Megan sat up, her eyes bright and shiny, "Oh god yes, can I?"

"Josie," Amanda called to me, "come over here."

Megan was going to spank me? What choice did I have? I walked unsteadily over to Amanda. Each step was torture. I could feel my legs shaking and going weak. Megan had moved to a chair without arms. "Josie, lie across Megan's lap. She is going to spank you for telling me a lie. If you so much as try to stop a single blow from her, I will tie you up and use a switch on you – do you understand?"

"Yes," I said. It was awkward trying to get in position, and eventually found that I was really lying across her lap, my feet off the ground, and my head down. My dick, limp though it was, was pressed against her thigh.

Megan moved my skirt aside and then THWACK, her hand hit me hard enough to bring tears to my eyes. She hit me again, and again, and again. I couldn't remember ever being spanked, not like this, and I wanted to put a hand back to prevent her from hitting me again – but I knew that Amanda was not bluffing. If I did that, she would use a switch on me. Megan continued to spank me, but now, at the end of every impact, she rubbed the palm of her hand on my bum as well. I didn't like the impacts, but her hands were soft and sensual. I was willing to take the sharp smack for the follow up, almost anticipating the first so I could get the second.

"I think," Megan announced, "That Josie likes this. Her hard-on is pressing into my thigh."

I was shocked, I was sort of vaguely aware of it, but my dick was indeed hard, and it was pressing against Megan's leg. I had a moment to think, 'What the fuck is wrong with me?' before she hit me again.

"What do you want to do about that?" Amanda asked.

"Josie," Megan said, "I think I have spanked you enough. Get off my lap and kneel in front of me."

It was just as awkward getting off of her and then getting into a kneeling position in front of her. My ass burned, and I could picture it all red and swollen. "Take your cock in your hands, and masturbate for me."

My ears were burning as I reached under the skirt to grab my dick in my hand.

"Get a good tight grip, and pull forward until the skin comes over the head," Beth instructed. "Good, now back down and forward again. Keep up the rhythm. Stroke down and up. Down and up. Now, spit in your other hand, and use that hand to rub the end of you cock, Make circles. Good. Now, go faster. Pump that cock!" Her hand caught my eye, and I followed it down to her crotch. She pulled her bikini aside, "Imagine that cock in my beautiful cunt. Imagine you are thrusting in, and out, in and out."

I groaned. I knew I was going to cum. Megan put a foot out, "Cum on my foot. Spill all of your jizz on my foot on the count of 10. If you don't cum before I reach 0, you don't get to cum at all."

"10," I pumped my dick, knowing I was going to cum before she reached zero.

"9," I was about to explode.

"8," Any second now.

"7," I could feel the tingling in the head as I got really close.

"6," a few more strokes.

"5," I moaned, as the orgasm really built.

"4," I was pumping furiously, my eyes on her pussy.

"3," just a few second.

"2," it was almost here.

"1," no, she needed to give me another second.

"0," she called out, and Amanda wrenched my arm and hand away from my cock.

I moaned, I was so close, and to be stopped. All I could feel was the throb in my dick, the edge of orgasm right there.

"I guess you don't get to cum," Megan told me, "Unless you do something for me."

I looked up at her, waiting for what she would want to let me release.

She stood up, turned around, pushed her bikini down, and thrust her ass into my face, "Give me a rim job." She pulled her ass cheeks apart, showing me her little dark brown rosebud of an asshole. I also had a great view of her completely shaved glistening pink pussy. Her inner labia were larger than her outer and were hanging low, her scent filled my nose. I didn't need to be asked twice. Megan was a stunning brunette, and being able to bury my face between those cheeks, even for something as relatively nasty as licking her ass, was amazing. I dove in, my tongue lapping at her tight little hole. She tasted faintly like sweat and suntan lotion, but mostly like pool water and chlorine.

"Oh, yeah," she groaned, "Get your tongue up in there."

I obliged, trying to push into her ass with my tongue. The sphincter muscle gave a little bit, allowing me some penetration. Her fingers found their way into her pussy, and she started finger-fucking and masturbating as I did this. Her moans became louder and more unintelligible. Finally, she shuddered all over, her knees going weak for a moment, and cried out. She staggered from me, and flopped down in the chair again, looking at me, "God, I needed that." Amanda had pulled over another chair, probably to watch, and was now sitting next to her. "Ok," Megan told me, "You've earned another chance to cum. I can see you've still got your hard-on."

Boy, did I ever still have a hard-on. I'd now had sexual contact with three of the best looking girls in my grade.

Megan looked at me, "I will let you masturbate only if you bend over the table like Beth did, and both Amanda and I can fuck your ass and mouth while you do it. Deal?"

I was uncertain about this – my ass was still sore from yesterday and today. I'd already cum, twice today, and once in Beth. Did I really need to do it again? My body and hormones screamed yes, but I was thinking no.

"She's kind of sore back there," Amanda said, "I abused her ass yesterday and today."

"Too bad," Megan looked disappointed, "I was really looking forward to fucking him."

"Oh," Amanda said, "I didn't say we weren't going to, I was just telling you why she is reluctant."

Megan stood, "Perfect. Come on Josie, I want to fuck you."

I really didn't want this, "Please, no."

Amanda's slap across my face came out of nowhere, bringing tears to my eyes, "Get your worthless slave ass over there, now!" She leaned in to me, "You signed the contract, and you do as I say. Megan is my best friend, anything she says is the same as if I said it. You got it?"

Clutching my face, I nodded.

"Then get over there." Amanda stood and looked down at me, waiting.

I got unsteadily to my feet – which were really killing me. The respite had made it worse if anything. I staggered over to the table, afraid at least twice that I was going to twist an ankle and go down. I leaned over the table, exactly in the same position that I'd taken Beth in. I looked over my shoulder to see Megan putting on a harness and strap-on dildo that Amanda had given her. Amanda walked over to the table, another dildo in her hand – this one had a suction cup base. She suctioned it to the glass top right by my head, "I'm going to teach you how to suck a dick."

She pulled up a chair and sat in front of me, "Start off slowly, and take some time in teasing the cock – you could just ram it into your mouth, but a blowjob can be a sensual and wonderful experience. Run your lips up and down the length of it, apply gently kisses, build anticipation." I felt like a complete idiot doing this to a plastic dick – at least it wasn't a real cock. "Lick the glans, and then run your tongue up and down the frenulum," I had no idea what that was, and she obviously guessed that, "That is the strip of skin beneath the glans, also – and you can't really do that on this dildo, but make sure to hold and gently massage his balls."

I was following her instructions, but looked behind me quickly when I felt Megan spread my ass cheeks. Amanda slapped the table, "Pay attention to what you are doing. You need to be able to do two things at once."

"Now, put the head of the cock in your mouth, squeezing him gently between your lips. Teeth can hurt, so slide your lips over your teeth to prevent that – unless it is a blowjob designed to cause that kind of pain, and he is into that." I took the bulbous plastic head into my mouth. "Good," Amanda cooed, "As you suck, don't forget to use your tongue for added sensations. You can hum, if you like, some guys enjoy the extra sensation."

Megan applied lube to my anus, and I knew she was going to penetrate me soon. Having Amanda's instructions, and focusing on what I was doing, allowed me a little head space to hopefully relax my sphincter.

"Slippery is good, so make sure there's plenty of spit," she told me. There was already plenty of spit running down this thing, but I guessed she knew what she was talking about.

"Don't forget to use your hands. You can put one on the shaft and use it as an extension of your mouth. Grip him like you would yourself for masturbation." The tip of Megan's dildo rubbed against my anus, probing gently. I tried not to shy away from it, as I knew Amanda would be furious and probably hit me again.

"Eye contact," she told me catching my eyes, "It can be difficult, but as you do this, occasionally look at his face. Pretend I am him, and I want to see you look up at me frequently as you do this." 

Megan slowly worked the end of the dildo in. There was a definite feeling of being stuffed, but it wasn't as painful as I was expecting. In fact, the whole area felt a little numb.

"Increase your speed until you find a rhythm – you will know it because he will be thrusting to meet your mouth." I was trying to do all of this, and look up into Amanda's face, while Megan began pounding in and out of my ass, her hands on my hips. In a weird way, it felt kind of good. She had a good rhythm going, and it was rocking with me and what I was doing with the dildo in my mouth. My dick was hard again, after being limp when I had laid down on the table, and was rocking back and forth with the fucking. I wanted to grab it, but I couldn't reach from where I was easily. "When his muscles in his legs tense, he is about to cum. Do not stop, change direction, or take your mouth off of him. Good girls always take the load in their mouth."

Megan reached around and grabbed my cock in her hand. As she fucked me, she also pumped her hand. It felt incredible – her grip was just the right tightness, and she moved the skin up and down the shaft, making sure it went over the head. I thought I was going to explode, and was obviously moaning while sucking on the plastic cock.

"Eye contact," Amanda repeated. I glanced at her, my vision a little blurry as I was about to orgasm. I saw her look at Megan and make a slashing motion across her neck. 

Megan stopped immediately, releasing my cock as well.

"No," I groaned, although it was muffled by the cock in my mouth. I was so close – again – and again I wasn't going to get a release.

"Good job, Josie," Amanda beamed at me, "I think this guy would have cum in your mouth."

I backed up a little so I could reach my own cock, but Amanda slammed her hand on the table, "Don't you dare touch yourself. Don't you dare!"

I just lay there, looking at her, wanting so badly to cum, and knowing in that moment that every orgasm I was ever going to have was going to be completely controlled by this girl. Every sexual experience I was ever going to have would also be controlled completely by her. I didn't want that to be true, but felt it probably was.

Megan had gone to the house quickly and returned with a dishcloth full of ice, which she held against my cock. I shied from it, as it was so cold, but Amanda grabbed my wrists and held them, "She is just taking down the erection."

The ice was cold, and in short order, the ice and the pain in my feet won out and my erection vanished. Megan put the chastity cage back on me. I still felt a powerful need to orgasm, but knew I wouldn't be until they took off the cage again. The click of the little lock echoed through my head.




Amanda



"Slave, gather the towels, the drink tray, and anything else out here, and meet us in the living room," Amanda and Megan walked to the house without a backward glance at me. I could run. I could probably rip the leather of these shoes and take them off, then escape through the fence gate and.... And do what? My car keys, wallet, and phone were inside. I had no doubt Amanda and her friends would make my social life at school hell if I displeased her. There was nothing I could do. So, I walked around and gathered the towels, all the while the lube from my ass was trickling down my legs. Then I gathered the tray, and both the harness, and the two dildos. There was a tube of lube on the ground, and I read the packaging. It was a desensitizing lube. Well, so much for small favors. With all the stuff gathered and piled both below the tray [for the towels] and on the tray [for everything else], I made my way inside.

"Put the glasses in the sink, the empties in recycling, and the towels in the laundry shoot. After that, you have 5 minutes to use the bathroom – then come into the living room," Amanda called to me.

I did as she bid, and used the bathroom time to wipe the lube from my anus. I hadn't really eaten or drunk anything today, so I didn't really need to actually go to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror, and it appeared that I had got some sun on my shoulders, and my face. Not too much, but some. I went into the living room.

Amanda and Megan were wrapped in fluffy white robes, and had a large pile of clothing stacked on the couch. There were dresses, skirts, lingerie of various types, shirts, and at least two dozen pairs of shoes. "We're going to have a fashion show," she told me, "And you are our dress-up model." The only thing I could focus on was that there were shoes, which meant they would be taking these ones off of me.

It was actually the first thing Amanda did. She had me sit down, then unlocked the shoes from my feet and let me take them off. It was such a relief. I didn't know when I'd felt more pleasure than when my feet were no longer twisted into points in those shoes.

We spent the next few hours with Amanda and Megan dressing me up in girl's clothing. They had me putting on bras, panties, skirts, blouses, dresses, and all sorts of other things. I got pretty good with the bras.

As evening approached, Amanda paused her fashion show to call in a pizza. She paid for it, and brought it into the living room. The smell made my mouth water, I realized just how hungry I was.

"Go get us some plates and drinks," she told me, "I'll have a coke. Megan?"

"I'll have a coke as well," Megan said. She was trying to decide which tops went with a specific skirt.

"You may also get yourself a plate and a drink," Amanda told me.

I hadn't realized I wasn't included initially until she said that. It was a little shocking. I went, still dressed in what Amanda had called a flowy skirt. It had a paisley theme and brushed against my legs and ankles as I walked. At least I was in flat bottomed shoes, even if they were a woman's slip on type. I found the plates, glasses, some napkins, and the drinks, and then went back to the living room.

"Please serve us first," Amanda told me. I obediently did so, putting a slice on a plate and handing it to Megan, then repeating the process for Amanda. I poured the coke into glasses and handed each one the glass and a napkin.

"Thank you," Megan told me.

I took my own slice and drink, and sat on the only space available – which was the floor.

"Megan," Amanda said around mouthfuls of pizza, "Do you think we could actually do it? Pass Josie off as a girl – like out in public?"

I did not like where this was headed.

"Well," Megan considered, "You did get the wig, and most of these clothes do a pretty good job. We would have to take off the cage and get her to tuck. We would also need the falsies to fill out a bra – but I think it is doable."

I really didn't like where this was going. I would die of mortification if anyone saw me and figured it out.

Amanda looked me over, "Brad is having a party, and I bet we could try it there. They would never suspect."

Oh my god, they were totally serious. I felt a heavy weight settle in my stomach.

"Josie, go take a shower, and wash everything twice," Amanda told me, "You'll find everything you need in my bathroom right at the top of the stairs. Make sure when you are done to use the moisturizer on the vanity on your legs."

What choice did I have?

"Leave all your clothes here," Megan told me.

I stripped out of what I was wearing, only slightly self-conscious of being naked in front of them. I guess a day full of sex, and hours taking on and taking off clothing inured me to it. I went up the stairs and into the bathroom. Everything was floral scented – the soap, the shampoo, everything. I sighed and started the shower. My cock was still in the cage, and I considered seeing if I could get around it enough to reach orgasm – that feeling still not having vanished – but somehow felt that Amanda would know. I scrubbed my body in the warm water. Were they really going to dress me up as a realistic girl and take me to a party? I considered how I looked. I was thin – that was in my plus column. Amanda had removed all my body hair – again a plus. I wasn't particularly tall, so I wouldn't stand out as a giant woman equal to the guys in height. I was also not a body builder, so I was thin without many muscles. I didn't have a visible Adam's apple, and my face was not that of a square jawed super hero type. When I shut the water off, I looked in the somewhat fogged mirror over the vanity and tried to picture myself as a girl. Obviously my short hair was not going to work – there would have to be a wig. I also didn't have boobs, but I guessed since Amanda and Megan had me trying on bras and women's clothing for hours, they had already planned this. Had Amanda targeted me from the beginning because of the way I looked? I was beginning to think she had.

I toweled off, applied the moisturizer that Amanda had told me to put on. It was silky smooth, and left my legs soft to the touch. I went back downstairs.

Megan and Amanda had been busy. They had the skirt I just been wearing, a white cotton shirt, a lacey bra with breast forms, a makeup kit, and a pair of weird looking thong underwear. On a head stand on the side table was also a long brown haired wig. It looked really expensive.

"First," Amanda told me, "I need to teach you how to tuck yourself.

She turned to me, "I am here to teach you how to tuck."

I starred at her, "Tuck?"

"Yes," she said, "Not going to look like a girl with your dick poking out. I'll teach you. Lie down on the ground."

I did so. Amanda moved my legs apart, and unlocked the chastity belt taking it off. "Now, don't get any ideas about this, I'm just touching you to show you." She placed the flat of her hand on one of my balls and gently pushed it up toward my abdomen. "Let me know when you feel the little pocket," she told me. I felt it just as her gently pressure popped it in. "Hold that there," she told me. I replaced her hand with mine. She repeated the process on the other side. "Now, both of those are back in the cavity they were in before they dropped. Hold this side as well," I did so. She pulled my penis down as far as she could before I winced, then tucked it back between my butt cheeks. Then she took the folds of my now empty scrotum, and wrapped it over the penis, gathering the loose flesh. "Hold all of that," she ordered. Megan handed her a pair of the thong underwear, and I closed my legs enough for her to slide them up. I lifted my ass off the floor, and she settled them in place. They were tight. "You can take your hand off now." I did so. "Stand up."

I did, and everything stayed tucked. Looking down, you could see a tiny little crease where the folds of the scrotum met – it looked a lot like the crease in a girls panties where her labia split. "Perfect," Amanda told me. She then took out what looked like a blue tube, "This is a corset – it will pull in your waist, giving you a better female form." She settled it around me and cinched it. I felt squeezed, and when I exhaled, she tightened it a little further. It made breathing a little difficult. I noticed that it ended below my chest, so it wouldn't get in the way of a bra. As I was thinking that, Megan handed me the bra and T-shirt. I put them on, settling the breast forms against me. The bra held them in the perfect position once Megan tightened the straps to the right fit. The t-shirt was snug, and although it looked revealing with a slight v neck, it actually hid the bra perfectly. "Now we will do makeup."

They had me sit, and applied base, hints of rouge, and god knows what else. Finally they applied lipstick and Amanda declared me done. I was given a pair of low socks, the dress, and a pair of shoes with a slight heel. Once I was in all of that, Amanda brought over the wig, "This is a very expensive wig. You damage it, and I will beat the crap out of you." She settled it on my head, then fussed with the way the hair was arranged. Finally she declared, "Done!"

She offered me her hand, "Come on, take a look." She led me to the hall, where the coat closet was also a full length mirror. The girl standing next to Amanda looked really hot. I would do her in a heartbeat. However, the girl was blinking at the same rate as me, and fidgeting like me as well. I realized it was me.

"Wow," was pretty much all I could say.

"Try using a falsetto voice," Amanda said, "You sound far too much like a man."

I tried again, pitching my voice higher, "How is that?"

"Not bad, if you can keep it up." She swatted my behind, "I think we have a winner."

We went back into the living room, and Amanda and Megan took about a dozen pictures of me from various angles. They had me do some runway poses and 'flirty' poses as well.

"Ok," Megan said, "Time for us to get ready. Wait here and don't fuss too much – we don't want to have to redo your makeup."

The girls went upstairs. I wondered again if I was in way over my head. It seemed like no time at all, and the girls were back. "Time to go," Megan told me. Somehow it was almost dark outside.

We went out to Megan's car, and drove over to Brad's house. There were already a couple dozen cars parked along the street. "Josie," Amanda told me, "You have two choices right now. The first is that you come into the party with me – and do whatever I tell you to. The other is you get out of this car and start walking. I promise to give you a 10 second head start before I tell the guys over there who you really are."

I swallowed, panicked. "What are you going to tell me to do?"

Amanda smiled a wicked smile, "You are going to give a blowjob – why do you think I taught you how to do it today?"

I looked at the road away from here. How far could I get in 10 seconds? "You are going to give a blowjob and swallow his cum."

"I'm not gay," I told her.

"Don't care," she retorted, "I want a dick in your mouth. If you want to have intercourse with me, you will do this for me." She looked over at the guys hanging around by the entrance to Brad's house. "One of those guys is Jim. Jim is an extreme homophobe. If I tell Jim who you really are under that costume, he will beat you completely senseless – I know that for a fact." She opened the door, and I could tell she was about to call to him.

"Ok," I said softly, knowing as I did so, my will to resist anything Amanda wanted waned just that little bit further. 

Amanda smiled at me and at Megan, "Let's do this then."

We got out of the car, me slowly and reluctantly. Amanda grabbed my hand, pulling me toward the house. I had a swarm of butterflies swimming around in my stomach, and was certain that Jim – who was watching us – was going to call out my real name, then attack me. I knew him by reputation, having never actually had a conversation with him; Jim was one of the linemen on the football team. Six foot three and about as wide across the shoulders as two of me. His arms were like tree trunks, and the ripped t-shirts he often wore were strategically done to show off his bulging muscles and six pack abdomen.

"Hey Jim," Amanda waved, "I would like to introduce you to Josie."

Jim turned, his eyes looking into mine. I must have looked petrified. "Hey, Josie," he said, and stuck out a monstrous hand, "Nice to meet you."

I swallowed and took his hand, hoping my falsetto voice held, "Nice to meet you too."

Amanda put her arm over my shoulder, "Isn't she everything I told you she would be?"

He grinned at me, lust obvious in his face, "Yeah, she is smoking."

"Good," Amanda cooed, "Then off you go."

She turned to me, "Eye contact dear." She patted my ass as Jim, who still hadn't let go of my hand after shaking it, pulled me forward. I was terrified. There was no way this was going to end well for me. I didn't know what to do except follow the big boy, but I did glance back at Amanda and Megan who were watching me with bright eyes and huge smiles.

Jim dragged me beside the house, out of view of everyone. "This ok?" He asked me, his voice soft and maybe a bit nervous.

"Uh," I sort of squeaked. We were mostly in the dark, which was good for me – easier to see I wasn't a girl in the dark. It was also bad for me, as he could do anything to me, and I doubted anyone would come to help.

He put a big hands on my shoulders, applying some downward pressure. I didn't want to talk, I didn't want to reveal anything by using the wrong voice, and I was so scared, I didn't trust myself. I took his direction, slowly lowering myself. I remembered to hike my skirt out of the way so it wasn't in the dirt – or at least, not in the dirt with me on top of it.

His crotch, clad in jeans, was right in my face. I couldn't see that clearly, but could make out enough. "Take it out," he told me.

I swallowed, oh god, was I really going to do this? If I wasn't, how was I going to escape from this? If I revealed who I was now, he was going to hurt me. If I didn't do it, Amanda would reveal who I was anyway, and he would still hurt me. I tentatively reached up to the button of his jeans. My hands were shaking. I popped the button and fumbled with the zipper – I could already feel the fabric tenting from the swell of his cock. The zipper eventually opened, revealing the mostly white boxers. Those I could see in the dim light. I closed my eyes, hoping this would all go away – it didn't.

Jim was obviously getting tired of my mucking around, as he pushed his boxers down himself, and in the dim light I could see a gleaming pink shaft in front of my face. It was large and thick – at least 9 inches and I couldn't even guess how wide across. I gingerly reached out to touch it, pretending in my mind that it was Amanda's dildo, not a real cock. Except unlike Amanda's toy, this one smelled of clean skin and soap with just a hint of male musk.

I followed Amanda's instructions, feeling sick to my stomach as I did. I started by gently kissing the glans, licking up and down the shaft, then I took it into my mouth. It was big – as big as Amanda's toy – which helped me keep that image in my mind. I used my lips to apply pressure, and my tongue to massage the length of him. I heard him moan, and glanced up. He wasn't even looking at me. That, for some strange reason, completely offended me. If I was being blown by a 'smoking' girl, I was pretty certain I would be watching her. I wrapped a hand around his shaft. I knew what I liked, and I now just wanted this to end as fast as possible. I was betting he would orgasm quickly. I wasn't wrong. Six or seven mouth plus hand pumps later, he grabbed the back of my head and jammed himself deep into me. I gagged, and tried to pull back, but he was stronger than me, and he didn't seem to care as his hot cum splashed into my throat and mouth. 

As the gagging turned to coughing, he released me quickly, "Oh, sorry, are you ok?"

I was a bit angry. Is this how he treated girls in general? If so, he was a total ass. Remembering my falsetto, and getting the words out between hacks, "Do I sound ok?" I realized I was coughing up cum and spitting it on the ground. It was salty-sweat and snot like. At least it wasn't also coming out my nose, I think I would have thrown up if I'd ended up snarfing it.

His voice was soft and gentle, "No, really, I'm sorry Josie. I didn't want to hurt you."

"God," I snapped, "If you treat us like this, especially when we are doing that, then you are a total ass." I had somehow had just lumped myself in with any and all girls. What did that say about me?

I wiped the back of my hand across my mouth, removing the last traces of cum and my own spit. I stood up, glaring at Jim. He didn't meet my gaze. "I'm leaving now." I told him, and walked back without him.

Amanda was waiting for me, "How did it go?" She gave my makeup a once over look as I stepped into the light, "What did that bastard do?"

"He's an ass," I told her. I couldn't believe the anger in my own voice, my emotions were also all tangled up. I hadn't wanted to give a guy a blowjob – believe me, it was not something I wanted to do – but that said, having given one, and being treated like that? I was really affronted for all girls, and affronted – strangely – on my own behalf.

She took my hand, "Come on let's get you cleaned up."

She guided me into Brad's house and to a bathroom just inside. Once there, she found a cloth to clean my face, "Most boys are asses." She smiled, "I picked you, as I didn't think you were an ass."

"Thanks," I said, and I mostly meant it.

"I'm just going to retouch your makeup," she told me, taking a few things out of her purse, "After all, we need a nice fresh face for the next guy."

I quailed inside, "Next guy?"

Amanda giggled, "Of course, silly. Tonight you are my sissy-slut, and I want you to learn to enjoy giving blowjobs."

"How," I started, lost my voice, then found it again, "How many?"

She leaned against me, her face right in mine, her eyes huge. She brushed her lips over mine, and I could feel my heart racing. "Until your belly is full of sperm, you little cum dumpster you."

"I don't want to do this," I whispered.

"I know, honey, I know," she breathed. She guided one of my hands to the waistband of her own skirt, then down into her panties. I could feel her wet, slick pussy at my fingertips, "But you are going to do it anyway, aren't you?" I knew then that I was.

We left the bathroom, and went into the party. Amanda introduced me to lots of people. It was easy to keep track of names, as I already knew all of them – they just didn't think they knew me. I was shocked at how easily they were fooled into thinking I was a girl, and the few times I caught my reflection in surfaces, I guessed it wasn't that hard. I made a very realistic looking girl.

Amanda got us some drinks – some concoction mixed from various types of alcohol and Kool-Aid or something. It was sweet, and didn't taste like all that much. I'd had a cup or two before I even thought that might be a bad idea. When I did think that, my head was already spinning a bit.

Amanda took over what I thought was a bedroom and brought me there. I wasn't certain I remembered walking there with her. She had me kneel down, "Ok Josie, time to give blowjobs."

The door opened, and I saw Megan outside guarding it. The guy that came in, Chad, was another football player. I blinked, and when I opened my eyes, his cock was in my face. I glanced at Amanda, who nodded, and did as she had taught me. His cock wasn't as big as Jim's, but his balls were huge and hung low. They were soft under my fingers, and I found myself playing with them as I bobbed up and down on his shaft. I even remembered the eye contact, and when I did look up, he was looking down at me with lust in his face.




Amanda



My name is Bryan. Today, I am happy. Having a small family and living far away from my past.

I was eighteen when Amanda entered our life.

It was in the early afternoon when an old pick-up truck with a horse trailer entered our premises. My parents had built up a ranch. They were into horse breeding. Around it, we had some vast land for the herds. Our ranch consisted of some paddocks, stables, the main house and some barns. We had built an annex to the main house with three little apartments for the staff to rent. At that time, only one was rented.

The old truck came to a stop right in front of the stables. A young woman jumped out. She was slender and dressed for the summer, short shirt that left her midriff bare and very short shorts. She was wearing a baseball cap and had her hair tied together in a ponytail. She looked around and started for the stables.

After a few minutes she came out with one of our farm hands who motioned for the main house. I was watching her come closer. She knocked on the door and I went to open. The moment I looked into her green-brown eyes, I was lost. She was strikingly beautiful. I stammered a welcome and beckoned her in. She politely asked to talk to my dad. I asked her to wait in the hall.

When dad saw her, he was also impressed.

"Hi, my name is Amanda Reese. I am looking for a place for my horse." She introduced herself.

"Welcome, Amanda. I am Rick and this is my son, Bryan." My dad answered shaking her hand.

We all went into his study. Amanda took a seat in front of dad's desk. She crossed her legs and I couldn't stop staring at them. Long and flawless and well-toned. Amanda explained that she had successfully applied for a job offering at the local bank downtown. She was about to start in week and was now looking for accommodation and a stable for her horse. Dad was willing to let her shelter the horse at our stables.

Before that, we went out and took a look at the stables. Amanda was enthusiastic. However, she was not so sure if she could afford it.

Dad said: "We will find a way. Maybe you can help us with the horses in your free time and thus only pay for the feed."

Again Amanda was stunned by the offer and they shook hands. Dad even allowed her to park the trailer behind the barn.

When we walked back along the drive, Dad mentioned our spare apartments and in no time they had made another deal. Amanda was so thankful, she couldn't believe her luck. Dad asked me to help her get her stuff moved into the apartment. She only had three suit cases and two boxes to carry. Later on, dad had invited her for dinner at the house.

During dinner, Amanda got to know mom. Mom was very ill. She had had a severe heart attack three years ago and since then depended on oxygen. Almost all day, she lay in bed. Rarely, she got up. Today, she was keen to get to know the new tenant, Dad had talked about.

Amanda talked about her family and why she applied for a job in a small town like ours. She grew up on a farm, but her parents moved into a city due to her dad's job. He was a surgeon and the hospital in their hometown had to close. After high school she went to a college. She got her master's degree and applied for the job here at our bank. Amanda was only 23 and wanted to start working instead of going to university.

My parents seemed to like her. I was in love. For dinner, she had changed into a summer dress. Her reddish-brown hair was down and cascaded over her shoulders. She was all laughs and her eyes sparkled. Mom offered her to make use of all the amenities of the farm. The big garden, the laundry room and the pool outside.

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After a few weeks, Amanda seemed to be fully accommodated. Every morning she left for work, came back in the late afternoon and took care of her horse. On the weekends, she helped dad and our farm hands with the horses and stables.

It was always a sight to see her in her tight saddlebags. She had an extremely sexy butt and her pants left nothing to the imagination. Her boobs were normal size for her frame. She stood maybe 5 feet 5 or 7.

For work, she dressed professionally. Dark slacks or skirts, always adorned with high heel shoes. I loved watching her get into her truck. Especially when she was wearing a short skirt a lot of leg was exposed.

In the first real hot week, she mesmerized with another outfit. From my room I saw her walking through the garden to the pool. She was wearing a sexy two piece. And later on she was lying in the sun and I could take in her beauty.

I had the impression, Amanda was part of the family. Mom asked her sometimes to buy some groceries and she was a frequent guest at our family dinners. Dad was also booming whenever she was around.

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In autumn, Amanda faced some problems with her truck and so mom offered to let her take her Prius. She couldn't drive it anyway. I was a little disappointed, because I was hoping to drive it once I got my license in a few months. Amanda was happy and thankful for the support.

Meanwhile, Amanda had started to join us for Sunday church. She always dressed appropriate, meaning her dresses were a little bit longer than normal. However, she always left something for the imagination, a strap of her bra being visible, some nylon-clad or bare leg showing or high-heeled shoes or boots.

After service, it was common for the parish to gather in the church yard and start some conversations.

One Sunday, I was looking at the groups being in discussions. I watched Amanda move among the people. She was a typical alpha-woman. Whichever group she joined, she was always the center of attention. And she loved it. She was always nice and polite. She was easy to talk with. I had the impression, people were seeking her company. I had to admit that I was far out of her league. She would never consider an average guy like me as a partner. She liked to be around the other alpha-people, the Mayor and his wife, the Priest, her boss at the bank, the other Ranchers, the school's principal and our sports team's head coaches. With people around my age, she preferred the company of the quarterback, the center of the basketball team, the top scorer of the football team or the captain of the cheerleader.

It came to me like a blow to the gut, but I had to realize she would only be a buddy to me. Falling in love with me was never going to happen.

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On a Saturday, dad asked me to take care of our laundry. So, I went to the laundry room. A machine was running so I put down the basket next it. An hour later I went back. The machine was free and I put in our stuff. When it was done, I went to the drying room to hang it out. Amanda had her stuff hung out as well. I took a closer look. There were skimpy panties with lace, thongs, bras and stockings. I immediately got a hard-on. I haven't seen this stuff in real. I couldn't hold back and I had to touch it. The stockings felt light and soft. Her laced panties felt damp. I thought about taking one, but was afraid to get caught. In the back, I found some garter belts hanging on the line.

From that day on, I was trying to catch a glimpse up her skirts when she got in or out of the car.

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Winter came and mom got worse. The doctor had to come twice a week and she hardly got out of bed.

Mom was taking care of all the administration necessary to run the farm. Dad didn't like these things. In the last months, he had to do more and more. Mom always urged him to seek some professional help, but he didn't want to spend the money because mom's treatment was quite expensive.

So, mom had asked Amanda to support her and dad with the bookkeeping. Of course, Amanda agreed to help.

Amanda visited her quite often and the two were talking about the books. Once, I was also there. Amanda sat on a chair, her legs crossed and talked to mom. I was standing in the corner listening to their conversation. When mom asked Amanda to get her the glass of water, Amanda got up and leaned forward over the bed to reach the night stand. The way she bend over, her short skirt had hiked up at the back and was exposing her black laced stocking tops and the back of her black panties. I almost choked. Amanda didn't seem to recognize her exposed state. When she sat back down and smoothed her skirt, she looked at me knowingly.

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In spring, I finally became nineteen. Still I was only allowed to take the Prius, but prohibited to take the truck because it had too much horse power and was too risky to drive for a rookie. Only when dad was with me, I was allowed.

So for the Prius, I had to align with Amanda which was quite easy. Whenever I needed the car, she took her truck. Whenever I needed the car while she was using it, I had to take the keys from her apartment.

One Saturday, mom asked me to pick up some medicine from the drug store. The car keys were with Amanda so I went over and knocked on her door.

"Who is it?" She called.

"It's me, Bryan."

"Hold on a sec." She answered.

Then she opened the door. She was standing on her heels. Her legs and feet were bare and she had put some cotton balls between her toes. She was in the middle of painting her nails. Her left foot and two toes on her right were already done. My gaze went up and I swallowed hard. Amanda was only wearing a t-shirt that barely covered her crotch. When I looked into her face, she smiled.

"Sorry, for that." She said.

I apologized for disturbing her and asked for the key. Amanda asked me to come in and wobbled back into the room.

I was standing in the small hall of her apartment. Actually, it is only a one-room-apartment. From the hall, I could see into the big room. I could see the end of the bed, her desk under the window and the small kitchenette. Hidden from my view was the couch, the TV and the back door leading directly to the garden and pool. To my left was the bathroom. The door was open and Amanda's shaving kit lay on the vanity - razor, gel and lotion. To the right was a build-in-closet. One sliding-door was half open and I could see some dresses, jackets, blouses and skirts. A black cocktail-dress was hung outside. I guessed she was preparing for a party.

"Come in." Amanda said and I followed her. She was standing at her desk and looking for the keys. She couldn't find them and put her right hand to her head. The incoming sunlight washed through her shirt and I could clearly see the outline of her breasts and her nipples. The shirt had hiked up and was exposing her pink thong. I almost got a heart attack.

Amanda turned and looked at me quizzically. Before she mentioned anything, she spotted the keys, took them and tossed them to me. I turned to leave when she called me back.

"Wait, you could take these back to your dad and tell him last month is done." With that she handed me a big file. When I took it, I noticed her nipples were poking through her shirt. Again, she caught me staring, but just smiled. When I turned, I saw the dresser standing next to the bed on the wall. One drawer was half open and some of her stockings were hanging out. I grinned, left her room and closed the door.

I left the file in dad's study and took the car downtown. I had a boner all the way to the store and back. As soon as I was back, I went to my room, took out my pecker and jerked off.

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About four weeks later, it was already late at night. I was still up watching some TV when I heard a car coming. I knew Amanda was out at a party. I turned down the volume and listened. After a few minutes I heard her giggle outside. I was curious because the noise came from the garden. I switched off my TV and went to my window. It was a clear night and the moon shone bright. I could see Amanda and a young man running towards the pool. Both were still dressed, he in jeans and shirt, she in a short red dress.

They went straight for the pool. Before entering, the both shed their clothes. He jumped in and waited for Amanda to join. Seductively, she pulled down the straps of her dress exposing her naked breasts. She peeled of the scrap of cloth and was standing there in just her thong. She briefly posed for him and then joined him in the water.

They were playing around for a while and then embraced each other and started to fool around. Since her breast were exposed anyway, he started to fondle and kiss them. Amanda leaned her head back and enjoyed his devotion. It only lasted a few minutes and Amanda urged him to go inside her room. They left the pool, took their clothes and ran into the apartment. Her breast were swaying while she ran and he already spotted quite a boner that was also bouncing in his shorts. I had no doubt about what was going on now in her room.

The next morning, mom could not join us for Sunday service. Just as Dad and me were about to leave, Amanda came out her door. The stranger's car was still parked outside. He was with her. She gave him a lingering kiss and he left. Amanda came over, greeted us and got in the car to join us for the church. She was dressed in a green, knee-length summer dress with some white spots imprinted. The dress was buttoned all the way in the front. She had left the top button open and two at the bottom. When she was seated next to me in the seat and had her legs crossed parts of her thigh was exposed. From time to time I glanced over, especially when she shifted in her seat.

Right after church, she asked us to drop her off at the last night's party location to pick up the Prius. Dad was short on time as he had to go back to the farm and do some repair on the fences out in the fields. So, we dropped her off. Amanda got in the car, but didn't follow us back to the farm.

It was two hours later, she arrived. She came to the house, knocked at the door and asked me if I would like to join her for a horseback ride. I was happy to accept and soon we were galloping across the fields. It took us almost half an hour to reach the far end of our land where dad was still working on the fences. We made a short stop before continuing.

Amanda was an excellent rider and her horse in excellent condition. It was way faster than mine and she had to let me catch up from time to time. But riding behind her had also its advantages. It gave me an excellent view of her delicate butt, encased in tight saddlebags.

After two hours we came back. The horses were panting and so were we. Amanda's shirt spotted some sweat stains and I could see the outline of her bra. We took care of the horses and I had the opportunity to watch her closely for another half an hour.

Over the next few weeks, I tried to figure out if the stranger was a steady friend. But, I never saw him again. One day after school, I saw her with another guy, but this could also have been a client of hers.

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A few weeks later, dad called me at school. He told me his poker friends were coming over at night, but he was so busy out in the fields, he couldn't make it to the grocery store to buy some food for tonight. Instead, he asked me to do the shopping.

Since Amanda was driving the Prius, I had to go over to the bank and asked her for the keys.

When I entered, I was greeted by the manager: "Hello, Bryan. What can we do for you?"

"I need to speak to Amanda, please."

"Ok, she is busy right now. If you will wait, please take a seat here." He explained and offered me a seat at the waiting area.

I took the seat. Amanda was still in discussion with a client. They were hunched over her desk looking at her screen. With a pen, she was showing him some figures and graphs. Then they were leaning back and she was scribbling down something on her pad. They were in deep discussion and I had no chance to interrupt. When she looked up and saw me, she briefly smiled, but immediately re-focused on her client.

While waiting another client took the seat next to me.

"Hello, young Bryan." The booming voice of Clark Durban sounded.

"Good Day, Mr. Durban." I greeted.

"How is your father doing?" He asked.

"Good." I replied shortly.

I knew he was not at all interested. The Durbans are our neighbors, but Dad and Clark hate each other. They are constantly accusing each other. Dad complaints that the Durban's seed is fouling our meadows and Clark complaints that our horses are destroying his grain.

Durban is a few years older than Dad, but still open for any fight. He has three kids aged between 30 and 40. Two daughters and a son. They girls are married, but according to dad, of the same breed. Matt Durban is another character. He is a nerd. From a different perspective, we are not so different. He has no friends. He is a little dumb, but strong and works for two. He is a mechanic and takes care of the Durban's equipment.

After about ten minutes, Amanda pushed her chair back and got up. She turned and walked over to the printer a few feet behind her desk. I watched the client. His eyes were glued to her butt when she walked away. Today, Amanda was wearing a navy-blue business costume and the skirt was really short. It ended mid-thigh and after getting up, she hadn't smoothed it down. Her legs were encased in black hosiery. I also couldn't stop staring.

"Fine, young lady." Old Durban chuckled.

We all watched her taking out the prints. Then, instead of squatting down, she bent at her waist sticking her butt out and opened one of the lower drawers to retrieve a folder. In this position, her skirt hiked up a few inches and we were all treated with a nice view of her stocking tops.

Amanda turned back towards us and looked a little puzzled because of our gazes. She shrugged it off and returned to the desk. It took another few minutes before the client had signed all necessary papers. The both got up, shook hands and Amanda let him to the door.

"Hello, Mr. Durban. Hey, Bryan." She greeted us. "What can I do for you?"

I explained the situation with dad and asked her for the car keys.

"Ok, I actually need to do some errands tonight as I ran out of food. So, I have to find another way."

"Well, I don't think dad would mind if you join us for dinner tonight. So, you can do your errands tomorrow." I offered.

Amanda was happy and accepted the invitation.

"Hold on a sec. I will ask Andrew to take me home. Mr. Durban, you can already take a seat at my desk, please." She walked over to the cashier's counter. Again, Durban's and my eyes were glued to her butt. She knocked on the protective glass, rested on her elbows and talked to the cashier. Again, she pushed out her butt. While talking to him, she pulled up her right leg, moved her hand down to her calf and scratched it. And again, we were treated with some stocking tops.

Clark Durban patted me on the shoulder and got up. Amanda returned, told me her way home was organized and retrieved the keys. Before I left the bank, I looked back and watched her greeting Clark Durban. They both shook hands and he obviously made some sort of compliment as she was smiling widely.

Later, when I told dad about Amanda joining us, he was not so pleased at first. After my explanation with her shopping plans and such, he agreed. I went back outside to get all the groceries out of the car. When I squirted down in the backseat to grab some stuff that had fallen down, I saw something lying under the front seat. I extended my arm and brought it out. I opened my palm and stared at two sealed condoms. I am sure, they were Amanda's left overs. Again I felt a pang of jealousy in my heart.

In the late afternoon, Amanda was dropped off by the cashier. She remained seated in the car for a while and the two were still talking. Before leaving the car, she leaned over and gave him a short kiss on the cheek. She came over to our house and talked to my dad.




Amanda



"Thanks, Rick, for inviting me over. If you don't mind, I quickly change and come back to help with the preparation." Amanda offered.

Thirty minutes later, she knocked again and dad called out to come in.

We were just preparing the poker table when she entered the room. Both, dad and I were taken aback. Amanda had changed into a red top that had a plunging neckline. The strap of her purple bra and the lace of the cups was visible. The top fell softly over a white jeans mini. The skirt ended well above her knees. Her legs were encased in tanned nylons. When we looked up into her face, Amanda just smiled and we knew we were caught.

While dad and I continued the preparations, Amanda went upstairs and talked to mom. When she came back down, all of dad's poker friends had arrived. At first, they were not too enthusiastic about letting a girl attend their game, but when they saw her entering the room, they all changed their opinion.

Amanda was seated in the middle of the round table. Two guys to her left, two to her right. After I had tended to their well-being, I went upstairs into my room. From time to time, I heard them hooting and laughing.

Down to the end of the game, I went downstairs.

"Bryan, come here. You should see this." One of the gamers said.

It was only dad and Amanda still in the game. Amanda went all-in and stood up. Dad called and went all-in. The dealer opened the last three cards and Amanda won. She yelled, threw her hands up and jumped up and down. She rushed around the table and threw her arms around dad in a big hug. Dad was a little reluctant at first, but then pulled her in tight. After that, she hugged everyone and thanked them for letting her stay in the game.

We all three cleaned up after dad's buddies had left. Amanda was still thrilled about her victory and couldn't stop to rag dad with it. When we were finished dad and Amanda took a glass of wine and went into living room. I went upstairs to look after mom. 

About twenty minutes later, I went back down. I stopped short when I saw what was happening on the couch. Amanda was sitting sideways with her legs curled under her butt. Dad was sitting close to her. They were in deep conversation and swirling their glasses. What shocked me was dad's left hand. It was placed on Amanda's thigh. With his thumb he was drawing circles on her knee cap. He must not have realized it because he didn't stop doing it, when I entered. It was Amanda shifting her left leg that made him stop. What also puzzled me was that Amanda didn't seem to care that her stocking tops were exposed and that we could look between her legs and see her black panties.

I didn't want to leave them alone, so I stayed until they had finished their wine and Amanda wished us goodnight.

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Attentive because of this, I watched dad and Amanda closer for the next few weeks. There were a few indicators that they cared a little too much for each other, but nothing revealing.

One Saturday, I rode my horse. From a distance I saw our farm hands working on a piece of fence. I stopped by and wondered why dad wasn't there. They told me that Amanda came riding by. The briefly talked and she went off with him following on his quad bike.

I was a little concerned and rode off in the same direction. Soon, I spotted her horse and his bike. They were left behind at one of the small groves. When I reached them, Amanda and dad strode out of the woods. They were talking to each other vividly and surprised to see me. After a few more minutes, Amanda and I rode on while dad went back to repair the fence.

"What did you two do out there in the grove?" I asked out of curiosity.

"Nothing compromising." Amanda shot back. "Your dad just showed me around." Having said that, she gave her horse a push and galloped on. I was not totally satisfied, but followed suit.

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A few days later, mom mentioned she ran out of a special medicine.

"Please ask Amanda to pick it up tomorrow at the drug store." She told me and handed me the packaging.

Dawn had set in when I went over and knocked on her door. I saw streaks of light under her door, so she must have been there. She didn't open so I rapped another time and called out her name. I was already turning, when she opened the door. She only stuck her head out. Amanda was a little out of breath. She hid her body completely behind the door. At first, I thought I caught her under the shower, but when I looked above her head, I could see some male calves lying on her bed. I apologized for disturbing her. I quickly told her about mom's request and handed her the packaging. To grab it, she opened the door a little further and I could see she was clutching the blanket to her naked body. She smiled at my quizzical gaze, turned and kicked the door shut. I leaned against the wall and felt another pang in my heart. While standing there, her high pitched giggle go through the door. I cocked my ear and listened for a while. Muffled voices and occasional laughter could be heard. I looked around, but couldn't see any strange car parked outside, so I was wondering whether she had something with one of our farm hands.

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In December, mom got worse. The doctor was there every day. He prepared us for the inevitable nest step. He was not sure, she could make until Christmas. When I told Amanda, she was also shocked. She promised to take care of all cues around the house. She cleaned, she cooked and also looked after mom. She even decided to stay with us for Christmas instead of going home to her parents. Dad was thankful and invited her parents to join us. They accepted.

On Christmas, mom was barely alive. She could barely talk or stay awake. She was in a constant state of semi-consciousness. Amanda's parents arrived on Christmas Night and stayed in the guest room in our house. Amanda was doing all the preparations for the dinner and next day's lunch.

At night, we all together went to church. Amanda again looked stunning. She was dressed in a purple satin dress that ended mid-thigh. Her legs were encased in black hosiery. I couldn't imagine stockings as the dress was so short, but in church I found out it was indeed stockings and garters. I had a hard time concentrating on the priest while she was sitting next to me with her legs crossed. Only a hint of stocking top was showing and I thought I could make out the bulge of her garter straps underneath the skin tight dress.

Back at home, we prepared the dinner while Amanda looked after mom. The dinner was excellent and despite the bad condition of my mom, we laughed a lot. We moved on to the living room and sat down at the couches. Amanda's parents were about the same age as my dad. They talked about music and politics. Amanda was sitting across from me and I could see almost down to the V of her legs. Well, all was black and dark, but I was sure, the black spot between her thighs were her panties. After a few glasses of wine, dad suggested to sample his music collection. Both dads were thrilled and soon music was playing. It came only naturally that we started to dance. Amanda with dad and Mister and Misses Reese. I was sitting on the couch watching. Amanda and dad were good. The moved in unison and he held her close. My eyes were glued to her body. The skin tight, short dress, her stocking-clad legs, these high heels and the plunging neckline. I couldn't see any sign of a bra. When she wiggled her butt to the music, I could make out the outline of her thong and of her garter straps.

When Mister Reese had to go to the toilet, dad switched partners. Amanda came to me, took my hand and pulled me to the floor. The wine had already gotten to her. She huddled close to me and put her arms around me. I was clutched to her body. Timidly, I put my hand around her waist. We danced some and I felt my cock straining n my slacks. Being so close to her and feeling her body heat made my pecker swell. Soon I was sporting a boner that was poking into her thigh. Amanda looked at me knowingly, smiled and continued to dance close with me. I didn't dare to sit back down because everyone would have immediately witnessed my state of arousal. And so, we kept dancing.

Finally, dad and Amanda's parents stepped outside to catch some fresh air. This left Amanda and I alone.

Amanda leaned down and whispered into my ear: "Do you wanna see how they feel?"

"What?" I asked back confused.

"My garter straps, cutie." She said.

I was speechless and couldn't find a proper answer.

"Here." She said. "Put your hand here and feel it." With that she grabbed my hands and placed them directly on her butt.

I was almost creaming myself, when I felt the flexing of her muscles underneath the fabric. Slowly my hands started to explore her butt. I felt the outline of her thong. The string disappearing between her cheeks. With my fingertips I followed the outline down to her crack. Amanda pushed her leg against my pecker. I felt a surge of ecstasy running through my loins.

Next I focused on her garter straps. I traced the bulge down, over the small buckle were she could adjust the length of it down to the small clip holding up her stocking. In a hushed tone, Amanda explained to me, what I was touching. I now had a clear picture in my head of what lay underneath the fabric. I moved my hand lower until it crossed over the hemline of her dress and came to a stop at her thigh. I barely couldn't control myself.

"Feel the fabric of my stocking." Amanda sighed and I brushed my fingers over the nylon. My cock twitched and Amanda yelled softly.

I wanted to push my hands under her skirt, but the pushed me away.

"Another time." She said and joined the others outside.

I was left there with my boner forming an obvious bulge in my slacks.

That night, I couldn't stop beating my rod.

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Amanda's parents had left and it was time for New Year's party. Mom was still hanging in, but the doctor told us it will only be a couple of days. Dad and I were definitely not in the mood for celebrating, but mom told us to in one of her rare conscious moments.

Again, it was Amanda doing all the chores and preparations. She even invited a few of our best friends. Most of them were actually dad's friends. I only had few and most of them had already other plans. However, two accepted the invitation. I was glad and in the meantime looking forward to the party.

Amanda suggested that we all dressed up a bit, so it was dad and I greeting our guests dressed in a tux. Our guests also arrived well dressed in dresses or tuxedos. But most stunning again was Amanda. She was dressed in a long, black halter robe. The dress left her shoulders bare and formed a plunging neckline. Her back was also left bare. When she walked, a long slit up her left leg opened and showed black nylon. I was sure, it were stockings and garters. Her stockings had a seam running up the back. She ware black high heels.

After dinner, the party heated up. People danced and chatted. Amanda was always the center of attention wherever she stood. Once, I saw her sitting on the couch talking to one of dad's poker friends. She had her legs crossed and was showing him a lot of stocking-clad thigh. Due to missing contrast with her dress, I couldn't make out for sure, whether it was stocking top showing or just the seam of her dress. In any case, they both seemed to have a good time. They were laughing a lot and he kept staring her into the cleavage. Later on, I saw them dancing close. He was caressing her back. I was sure, he was sporting the same boner like me the other night.

At midnight, we all went outside and watched the small fireworks, Dad had prepared. Amanda was wearing a coat and standing close to me.

"Happy New Year." She said, touching glasses with me.

When the fireworks ended and all longed to get out of the snow and back in, Amanda held me back.

"Come here." She said. We went a few steps into the shadows when she took my hand and pushed it into her coat directly to her thigh.

"Now, you can feel my garter clips."

Slowly she pulled my hand up until my fingers moved under the hemline of her dress. Just underneath I felt the reinforced fabric of her stocking top. I brushed my fingers along the nylon and touched the small clip. I traced it with my finger tips and wanted to push higher to her naked thigh. I had barely touched the naked flesh, when she pushed my hand away and went back inside. For obvious reasons, I had to stay out for another few minutes until my bulge was not showing anymore.

The rest of the night, I saw Amanda dancing with various partners. Even my friends had the pleasure. Finally, when the party was dwindling down, it was my turn. Again, Amanda was holding me close and brushing her leg against my crotch. I was enjoying the sensation, when dad stepped in. Amanda smiled and changed partners. Most of the guests were gone and dad still kept dancing with her.

When all were gone, Amanda plunged down on the sofa and stretched out her legs. Dad and I joined her. The slit of her dress gaped open and we were treated with a nice view of stocking tops and attached garters. I grinned at the memory of having touched her there. After a few moment of peace, Amanda bent her leg, opened the straps of her shoe and pushed it off her foot. When she repeated this with her right leg, the dresses gap grew wider and we looked straight at her black panties, naked thighs and the strained garter belt. Amanda didn't even bother to cover up again. She just leaned back and complaint about her sore feet.

Dad squatted down in front of her, took both her feet up on his thigh and started to rub them. Amanda only moaned and welcomed his treatment. I watched dad openly looking up her dress. The beauty only relaxed and from time to time wiggled her toes. When dad stood back up, I was taken aback as he was spotting quite a boner. Amanda also looked at it. Dad didn't seem to care. He just stood there looking down at her.

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As vivid as the party was, three days later mom passed away. We all mourned her death, but found solace in the thought that her suffering was over now. The funeral was held at our house. Again, Amanda was very helpful and took the load off us.

In the following weeks, a few things changed. First of all, Amanda was always around. She cleaned, she cooked and even did our laundry. It felt good to have her around, but she still was just someone renting one of our apartments. And I saw her a lot with dad. They were constantly talking.

One night, I came home late, they were sitting in his study. Dad had his head on her shoulder and she was comforting him. When she saw me, she didn't stop brushing his hair.

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It was my 20th birthday, the world collapsed.

Amanda, dad and me were out eating and celebrating my birthday. Dad had invited Amanda. When we arrived back home, he asked her in for another glass of wine. Amanda again looked stunning. She was still wearing her business costume, pin striped, gray skirt and blazer, white blouse and black stockings. I was tired and went to bed while they sat down in the living room with their glasses.

I was already half asleep when I heard a glass shatter. I was curious and got up. I didn't bother to switch on the light, when I went down the stairs. When I looked into the kitchen, I stopped short. Amanda was standing at the kitchen counter. Dad was right behind her. He had his head bowed down and was kissing her neck. His left arm encircled Amanda's waist. His right hand was pushed down between her legs, caressing the inside of her thighs. Her skirt was pushed way above her stocking tops and my dad's fingers brushed against her panties. Amanda had her eyes open and saw me standing in the hall. We locked eyes, but she didn't do anything to stop dad's advances. Instead she squirmed under his touches and opened her legs to give him better access.

I took a step back into the total darkness and watched. Amanda knowing I was still there, took my dad's hand off her waist and pulled him into the living room. She pushed him down onto the sofa and stood in front of him. The backrest obstructed my clear view of what was happening, but from the movement it was obvious. Amanda hiked up her skirt. Then she bent down and pulled off her panties. Next she stepped forward and straddled dad's lap. She smiled at him while being active with her hands in his lap. Soon, she stopped smiling and looked at him with pure lust in her eyes. She must have gotten his cock out. She pushed herself up, grabbed the shaft, guided it between her legs and lowered herself onto it. She closed her eyes and let out a sensual moan. Also dad was panting. She rested for a while and let the sensation wash over her. Slowly, she started to slide up and down clutching dad's head to her torso. Dad opened her blouse and pulled down her bra. Instantly, he plunged down into her cleavage and started kissing her boobs. Amanda opened her eyes and looked directly in my direction. She was well aware that I was still standing there in the darkness watching them having sex.

Amanda started to increase the pace. She was now bouncing up and down on my father's rod. From time to time she looked out for me.

"Oh, Rick." She sighed. "This is so gooood."

Dad was panting heavily now.

"Yes, baby. Cum for me." Amanda cooed.

Dad was now grunting and holding her tight. Amanda stopped dead in her movement, rolled her head back and pushed her tits out. Dad was trembling and I knew he was cumming at that moment. After a few more twitches, he fell back. Amanda bent down and kissed him. Slowly she got up. She looked down at him and I guess his deflating cock and re-buttoned her blouse. Next she smoothed down her skirt, gave him another lingering kiss and came straight towards me. Before she left the house, she grabbed my hand in the darkness. I tried to fight it, but she pushed it between her legs right to her pussy. I felt the moisture and the sticky cum of my dad. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and whispered: "Goodnight, cutie."

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From that night on, I watched dad several times going over to her apartment at night and coming back half an hour later. I never caught them again, but knew they were fucking each other several times a week.

It was two months later Dad told me that he fell in love with Amanda. He looked surprised when I didn't react shocked or anything similar. Well, I liked her and wanted dad to be happy. It was only four months since mom died, but who was I to judge.

A few days later, they asked me about Amanda moving in with us and I agreed. She moved in the same day.

At the beginning it was not easy for me to see them together all the time. They were constantly touching, kissing or cuddling. At nights I could hear them making out in dad's bedroom. Amanda often yelled when she neared her climax.

Sometimes, the preferred to have sex in in the kitchen or the living room. They always tried to avoid me hearing anything, but to no avail.

For me, the best thing was, I was treated with a lot of Amanda. She was not at all shy around the house. She kept crossing the hall in just her undies. She undressed with the bedroom door half open. I don't think she did this on purpose. It was just her personality.

For breakfast, she always came down in her robe. It was short satin robe and barely covered her crotch. Underneath she was always already dressed for work. Over the time, I got used to seeing her stockings poking out underneath her robe or a thong when she bent over.

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In September, Amanda and dad told me, they were going to marry. Despite all social conventions, they wanted to do it as soon as possible. Since mom died only nine months ago, they both wanted to have a very small ceremony. Just friends and family. So, when the first snow came end of October, we celebrated Amanda's and dad's wedding. It was a nice and decent party. Amanda looked absolutely stunning in her white wedding dress.




Amanda



After the wedding, they headed off to their honeymoon for two weeks.

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Right after my 21st birthday, everything changed within a few weeks.

First, dad got severely injured during a crash with his quad bike. He was transferred into a special clinic where he had several surgeries. However, he remained paralyzed from the waist down. Amanda and I, we were devastated.

Right in the same period, Amanda's boss retired and she applied for the manager's position. However, she was in a competition with two other guys from the bank's headquarters. 

It was decision day and all applicants had to do a final presentation. Amanda was nervous and since dad was still in hospital, I did the rehearsals with her.

I was sitting in my room. Laid out at my desk was one of Amanda's thongs. Whenever it was my turn to do the laundry, I pulled out one of her panties before starting the washing machine and beat off to it. This particular afternoon, I also had one of her stockings wrapped around my cock and jerking off when I hear her bouncing up the stairs and calling out my name.

And before, I could even react and pull my pants back up, she burst into my room and stopped short when she saw me sitting there with my pants down, one of her stockings wrapped around my stiff member and beating off.

We both turned beet-red. Amanda was speechless, turned around and left my room. I dared not to rush after her and explain the situation. Even for dinner, we tried to avoid each other. It was the next morning when we first spoke to each other.

I took all my strength and asked her: "What were you so enthusiastic about yesterday?"

"I got the promotion." She said.

"Congratulations." That was all, I could say.

When she came back from work, she knocked at my door.

"About yesterday." She started. "I think it's best it stays between us."

I was more than happy. Before I could answer and stammer an apology, she left again.

By Saturday, the incident was almost forgotten, so I thought. Amanda suggested to celebrate her promotion this night. She wanted to go to a fancy restaurant. It was about an hour's drive in the next big city. Since dad was still in medical treatment, I was her only companion.

And so, we went to the restaurant.

It was a very nice evening. Amanda looked stunning in a short wraparound skirt, tanned, stockings, brown boots and a brown blouse. She wore a little more make-up and had her hair done. The food was excellent and she had a few glasses of wine. When she paid, she asked the waiter if he knew a club or bar in the neighborhood. He told us about a famous bar just two blocks away. I was not overly thrilled to go there, but it was Amanda's night and so we went.

The bar was quite packed and after we had a drink, we hit the dance floor. Amanda enjoyed the music very much. Her love for music and dancing was immediately recognized by some of the present males. In no time, as small group had gathered around her. I was left standing outside. Amanda enjoyed all the attention and danced with all of them for a few seconds. One guy thought she was easy pray and pulled her close. He put his hand straight down on her butt. Amanda just smiled at him and pushed him away.

I was looking for a spot where I could stand. I walked to a table and watched the whole show. Amanda was really into it. She approached each and every man of her flock and danced with him. Some were allowed to pull her tight, some not.

After a while, she was invited by two guys to the bar. They both looked like football players. Both were brought shouldered and quite large. They offered a free seat to her and she hopped onto the bar chair giving them quite some leg show. I watched from a few feet. Amanda didn't seem to care about me. She never looked around for me. She got her drink and soon they started a vivid conversation.

The next drink came and one of the guys headed out with her on the dance floor. The danced real close and Amanda obviously enjoyed being embraced by his strong arms. They danced so close, I was sure, she rubbed her leg against his crotch. In the dim light, I realized he had his hand on her butt and was pulling her tight. Amanda didn't mind at all. When the song ended, his friend stepped in and their dance was even hotter. Amanda ground herself into him. He was a bit taller and his crotch brushed against her hips. Each wiggle must have brought a jolt to his rod.

When they moved back to the bar, he was spotting quite a package in his jeans. I guessed the dance had unloosed them even more. As soon as Amanda was sitting on the stool the last guy put his hands on her knee. Amanda didn't object. I started to get a little nervous and thought about intervening.

I just wanted to get up, when she looked in my direction for the first time. She saw my look of concern and pushed the hand away. She stood up and headed for the ladies room. A sigh of relieve escaped my lips. I thought this was the end to our night and we were about to head back home.

I watched the two guys talk and one of them left. The strong bloke stayed and waited for her to come back. To my surprise, she did just that. She came back and hopped back onto the stool. She briefly glanced at me, but continued her talk with him. I needed to head to the toilets as well.

For about five minutes, I was gone. When I came back, Amanda and the guy were locked in a kiss. They were heavily making out. His hand had already found the opening to her wraparound skirt. Even in the dim light, I could see it bulge under the fabric. Amanda had her legs dangling from the stool and according to the movement, he was exploring her panties.

I needed to stop this, so I went over. Amanda didn't see me at first. And she did, she smiled at me.

"Kurt, this is Bryan. He is driving me tonight and keeping an eye on me." Both laughed heartedly.

"Hi Bryan." Kurt said and offered his hand. I took it and he squeezed hard.

"You know, Bryan and I, we share a little secret. I know a few things that better remain secret." Amanda continued to explain. Kurt looked puzzled and smiled at her. And before I could interrupt, he bent down and kissed her again. I was standing close and Amada kissed back. With his hand, he pushed me back and then placed it again on her thigh. He wiggled it again under her skirt and continued to fondle her.

I turned and let the conversation sink in. Amanda was blackmailing me. She wouldn't say a word about me jerking off into her stockings and I should let her have some fun.

I moved back to my viewing spot. But when I turned, they were gone. I saw them wrestling through to the ladies room. I was on full alert now and tried to catch up. There was a line waiting in front of the ladies room. So, the must have entered into the gents room. I pushed open the door. The few odd looks told me, I was at the right spot.

Along the wall, there were four stalls. Two were closed. I took an empty one and listened. The music and the talking were almost too loud. But faintly I could hear rustling next door. I was not sure. Slowly, I stepped onto the toilet bowl and carefully peered over the divider. I was right.

Next door, Kurt was standing with his back to the door. Amanda was facing him. She had her left leg circled around his waist and was standing on her right foot. Kurt's jeans was open and hung at his knees. His face was buried into her right shoulder. With strong and rapid strokes, he was sticking his cock into her pussy. I couldn't see any details. Just his naked ass pushing back and forth. They both were panting. Amanda must have sensed some presence. She looked up and caught me watching. Her eyes looked glazed and her mouth gaped open. She was panting sensually. She looked directly at me and mouthed: "Don't tell dad." She lowered her gaze and let Kurt continue pounding her.

I scrambled down and left. I watched the other guys in the room carefully. But none of them seem to be aware of what was going on in that cubicle.

Ten minutes later, Amanda came back into the bar room. She spotted me and came over.

"Oh, what a night." She said, her breath reeking of alcohol.

I linked arms with her and we left for the car. As soon as she was in the car, she fell asleep. During the drive I kept glancing at her legs and uncoiled the night's events in my head.

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Two weeks later, dad came home. Amanda and I tried to adjust to the new situation. In the following weeks, we had to build in an elevator and few modifications to the bathroom were done. Dad had some problems to cope with the new situation. Amanda was the perfect wife. She cared for him and did all the things necessary.

One night, I overheard a conversation. Dad wanted Amanda to quit her job and only work for the farm. But, Amanda being aware of the financial stress related to dad's medical treatment, didn't want to quit her new position. She promised to continue doing all the administration. They just decided to hire another farm hand.

In the bank, Amanda was really progressing. Her bosses were happy with her performance and so, they followed her advice to hire another person to replace her in her former function.

For a few days, Amanda had to visit the headquarters to interview potential candidates. This left dad and me alone. She was gone for four days. She found some young, motivated guy who just like herself had recently finished college. What she missed telling us, she had offered him to live in one of our apartments for the first weeks.

So, it came like a little surprise to dad and me, when he arrived one week later. His name is Jeffrey. He was quite tall. When I first saw him pictures of Kurt came into my mind. I was pretty sure, he was either quarterback or top scorer in his football team at college. He took the same apartment Amanda used to live in. He was very thankful for the opportunity Amanda offered.

Only after two more weeks, I was quite astonished how quickly he had adapted to the new role and how good his relationship with Amanda already was. Sometimes he came over in the evenings and went through some files with Amanda. Despite talking about their clientele, they laughed quite a lot.

On weekends, Amanda even took him for a horse ride. He wasn't used to that, but seemed to be talented.

It was in his fourth or fifth week with us. Amanda was running late for visit to a client. She was still running around in just her robe and undies when Jeff rapped at our door. He was dressed in suit and ties. Amanda didn't bother to cover up, she just opened the door and asked him in. I was sitting at the kitchen counter and saw his gaze when he eyed her up and down. Amanda quickly made her way upstairs to finish dressing. I watched him follow her with his eyes glued to her stocking-clad legs. Ten minutes later, my new step-mom came back down, dressed in a skirt, blouse and jacket. She slipped into her high heels and pushed Jeff out to the car.

Another two weeks later, I told her I needed to run some errands in the afternoon. Dad told me to grab some notes from his wallet. But, I couldn't find it so I called out to Amanda. From upstairs, she called back to look for her purse in her bag. I found her bag in the hall. After retrieving her wallet, the bag fell off the table and the content scattered on the floor. I knelt down and collected all the things. A special item caught my attention. There was a pack of five safeties in her bag. Why should she have them? Dad was paralyzed from the waist down. And then it dawned on me. The cat strayed again. I put them back in and her bag back up on the table. But, I was curious to find out whom she wanted to put the safeties on.

That night, Amanda and Jeff were running through some files in Jeff's room. Dad and I were watching a football game when Amanda came over and asked me to help dad with his shower.

"I am sorry, but we are in the middle of something." She gave dad a short kiss on the lips and I wheeled him upstairs.

When dad was in the shower, I was a little uncertain about the cleaning of his catheter. Before doing something wrong, I quickly ran to Jeff's and knocked on the door. No answer. I tried the handle and it turned. I pushed open the door and froze immediately. Heavy panting and loud moaning came from the room. I tiptoed further and peered around the kitchen counter.

Amanda was lying on her back on the small sofa. She was stark naked except for her nude stockings. Her feet rested on Jeff's shoulders. He was stark naked too and pushing a very long cock into her folds. Amanda was breathing heavily. Jeff was pushing hard. There was already a used safety lying on the desk and three more sealed. Amanda's boobs jiggled with the rhythm of his pounding. I crouched down and hid behind the kitchenette.

"Oh, baby. Keep fucking me. I'm almost there." Amanda urged him to keep the pace.

I peered around the corner and she had her legs now spread wide. Jeff was drilling even deeper into her love cleft.

"Uhhh yeah. You're so big. You're my big boy." She rasped.

Then her legs started to shake and her face froze. Amanda's torso bulged and she squeaked.

"Don't stop! Don't stop!" She panted. She opened her eyes wide and grunted.

Slowly, she relaxed and came down. She pulled Jeff close and kissed him. Jeff stopped to fuck her, but stayed inside her.

"Since the first time you fucked me, you bring me to these incredible peaks." Amanda sighed. And Jeff complied and slowly continued making love to her. Amanda purred like a cat.

After only a few strokes, he withdrew. His cock was glistening. He had a huge rod dangling between his legs. Amanda complaint, but only for a second. Jeff pulled the safety back into a place and signaled her to turn around. Amanda willingly complied. She turned around and got on her hands and knees. She turned her head to the right and looked over her shoulder. Suddenly, she must have detected me. She briefly froze and she gazed at me. But then, she looked to Jeff and wiggled her butt at him. Her new employee knelt behind her. He pushed his rod down between her legs. Amanda put her hand between her legs and took hold of his cock. She placed it at her pleasure hole and slowly pushed her butt back. She gasped when she slowly impaled herself.

Jeff placed both his hands on her hips and started to slide in and out. Amanda looked back in my direction and grinned. I waited another few moments until they were fully into it and their panting and moaning was loud enough to sneak out unnoticed.

Later, when I wheeled dad back into the living room and Amanda was waiting there and giving him a lingering kiss, it was like a stab to my heart. Amanda excused herself, went up and also took a shower.

On Sunday, after church, Amanda and Jeff made a horse ride. Later, I found her damp panties in the hamper. I was certain, they found a way to make use of the remaining three safeties.

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A few months later. Meanwhile, Jeff had moved into another flat downtown. I knew, Amanda was a regular visitor. One weekends, he often came to the farm and took a horse ride with her. Once or twice I saw their horses in the distance tied to a tree or fence. Amanda and Jeff lay maybe hidden somewhere else.

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It was in September. Amanda was joining a conference at the bank's headquarters. Jeffrey was accompanying her. All of a sudden, dad felt sick. He got high fever and I had to call an ambulance.

The same night, he died in hospital due to a thrombosis. Although he was taking injections every day it couldn't be prevented.

I called Amanda and brought her the news. She came back immediately.

Dad's funeral was joined by so many people. I was surprised to see the Durban family. Clark Durban talked quite some time to Amanda. They went into the study and closed the door.

The next week was very difficult and strange. Amanda hardly got out of the house. A lot of friends were offering to support her, but she didn't want to see anyone.

For the next weeks, Amanda looked really bothered. What concerned me most were the frequent visits of Clark Durban. Afterwards, she seemed to look even more troubled.

One night, they had a strong argument and soon after Clark slammed our front door. I went down to look after Amanda. She sat crying in the study.

"What's wrong?" I asked and patted her shoulders.

She wiped her tears away and told me that we were not in best shape. Financially, the future didn't look good. Her income barely covered the costs of the ranch. Since dad died, we hadn't sold any horse nor bred another one. And with the additional farm hand, it was getting more difficult to pay the salaries. Our financial resources were only good for maybe six more months.

We sat together and developed a plan. I should try to take over dad's chores. Amanda would still take care of the administration and continue working at the bank. On short notice, we let one farm hand go to cut our expenses.

But only after four months it didn't look better. I was not able to sign any contract for breeding. I didn't sell any of our horses. I totally failed in reestablishing dad's business contacts. Most had turned towards other breeders in the meantime. At least Amanda could close a few deals, but we were far from reaching the other shore.

Additionally, Amanda got into more and more arguments with Jeff whom she still kept to satisfy her sexual desires. He was a regular guest and often stayed overnight. Two to three times a week, they were fucking each other's brains out. It was not to be overheard. It was strange at first that they did it in dad's old bedroom, but it was hers too. Well, from their arguments, Jeff wanted Amanda to confess to being a couple, but she didn't want to. I guessed, she had other plans. Jeff was good for her bed, but not able to provide the necessary comfort she needed to keep the ranch.

Although she didn't want to, she met with Clark Durban again. After several discussions she explained to me one night the arrangements.

"Listen, Bryan. Clark came to me right after Rick's death. I thought he was only interested in buying our properties, but I was wrong. After a couple of weeks, he asked me to become a member of their family."

"But how?" I asked bluntly.

"Well, he wanted me to marry Matt."

I was shocked and enraged.

"How could he?" I shouted.

After some cursing, I sat down again and she continued.

"At the beginning I was equally enraged and sent him away. But with the situation now, I called him back to talk about other opportunities." Amanda explained. I looked at her and saw tears swelling in her eyes. With shakily voice she continued: "It turned out, there are no other options. And so, I finally agreed."

"For God's sake, Amanda. This is middle ages. Today, you can't just walk around and buy a bride for your lousy son."

"Yes, Clark Durban can do that. Bryan, there is no other chance to keep the farm. And according to Clark, Matt has a crush on me since the first day he saw me. Maybe he is not so bad. I rather would give him a chance instead of losing the house, the horses and all the properties around."

And so, Matt moved in a couple of days later. Out of respect, he moved into the guest room.

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Over the next few weeks, we found out that he indeed was a little dumb, but adored Amanda. He got so blinded for love that he didn't realize she still had a fling with one of her employees.

But someone must have realized it because all of a sudden Amanda told me that Jeff had terminated his contract due to a better offering. She suspected Clark to be responsible.

It took a few weeks until I realized that Amanda and Matt drew nearer. It slowly stated with hugs. Soon they were kissing and one night I caught her coming out of the guest room.




Amanda



It was still a long way, before he finally moved into her bed room. According to the noises coming from their room she had trained him well over the last months.

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In spring of the next year the wedding was planned. It was a big reception. Amanda was again dressed in a white gown and looked beautiful. She chose me to be her best man. Old Clark didn't like her choice. In general, he didn't like me still living in our old house now with the newlywed couple. But, what concerned him the most was my 50% share of our belongings.

The reception was in full swing when he approached Amanda and let her away into their house. Ten minutes later, I had to go to the toilet. On my way through the basement I didn't see any signs of Amanda or Clark. When finished, I got curious and went upstairs to look for them. It was a truly big house and I almost got lost. I simply walked on until I heard soft moans. I followed the sound. It grew louder the further I got. I could hear panting and a woman's moans. I had no doubt it was Amanda. But with whom? I reached the room. The door was ajar and I carefully peered in.

Amanda was lying on her back. Her white gown was pushed above her buttocks. Clark was holding onto her stocking-clad legs and pushing his thick meat into her newlywed love hole. He had just shed his jacket and unbuckled his trousers. He was kneeling with one leg on the bed and standing on the other one for support. He was almost nailing her to the mattress.

While he fucked her for all she was worth, he kept rasping something inaudible. I cocked my ear in order to understand what he was saying. It was still not very clear, but I think he panted "Welcome to the family".

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After their honeymoon, Amanda quit her job at the bank and worked full time for the now Durban Ranch Empire. And in the course of the next weeks, I got to know the meaning of "Welcome to the family".

One day, I just came back from repairing a fence, I entered our house. Immediately, I heard grunting and panting. It came from the study. I took a few steps and stood in the open door. Amanda was pushed down onto her desk. Her clothes were spread on the floor. Her right leg was propped up on the desk. The strap of her black garter had loosened and was dangling down. Clark Durban was standing behind her. He was pushing his pecker in and out of her pussy. He looked up and saw me standing there. A wide grin formed on his lips. He grabbed Amanda's ponytail and slowly pulled at her hair so she was looking up at me. I saw the lust in her eyes. While he was still fucking her royally, she rasped: "Back off, Bryan, please."

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The new arrangements were strange for me. Matt seemed to be fully aware of what Clark was doing to his wife. And he accepted it. At least twice a week it was either Matt or Clark doing her. And Amanda didn't object either. On the contrary, she seemed to love all the attention she was getting. She looked happy.

After about four months, I witnessed that Clark came over one evening and while Matt and I remained seated in the living room, Amanda went upstairs with him into the guest room. And soon, we could hear her moaning and yelling.

Another few months later, she announced that she was pregnant. For me the only question was, whether it was Matt's baby or his sister.

And still while her belly grew she didn't stop sleeping with them.

When the young girl was born the whole family was very happy. I never found out the truth about the biological father. Matt and Amanda definitely loved her and so did Clark.

One Sunday after church we were all having lunch at the Durban's house. All family was gathered around the table. Just after desert, Amanda announced to bring the baby girl home for her nap. Clark volunteered to drive her.

One hour later Matt and I went home, too. Matt immediately went for the stables, while I went into the house. I was not yet inside when I heard Amanda's yelling. I pushed the door open and stepped inside.

Amanda was facing me. Clark and she were sitting on the sofa just like the first time, I caught her with dad. She seemed to be stark naked as I could watch her naked boobs swinging up and down. She was yelling for Clark to fuck her harder. Her hair was already sticking to her forehead and she was sweating. She briefly looked at me, but continued riding him like a bronco. Clark was also panting to fuck him faster.

That was the moment I decided to move out and to leave my home.

Soon after, I moved out. I took a job as a mechanic at a garage in the next big city.

Maybe once a month Amanda visited me. We talked some time and shared dinner. Afterwards, she always went to one of the bars famous for single woman to get picked up. And I'm sure she sampled some strange cock each time.

One year later I met a wonderful woman. She was far from being an alpha-girl like Amanda. More like a gamma-version like me. She already had two children that I learned to love dearly.

Amanda is now pregnant with her second baby. I am now happily married with our third baby on its way.



Amanda



Here's a new one from me - featuring some new characters - and also, some old friends. Don't worry too much about where it fits in continuity - I hope that it will stand up on its own merits. Please enjoy. ~~ BrettJ - September 2015

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Amanda Dallas looked at her reflection in the full-length mirror that hung on the door of the guest bedroom. She still found it hard to rectify that the curvy brunette with the great body she saw in the mirror was her. It had taken two years of effort and a bit of cosmetic surgery, but Amanda was now the woman she had always wanted to be. She was the woman that her friend Natalia had always told her she could be. She owed so much to Natalia and to her family that it almost made her weep. After tonight, she would have paid back a tiny fraction of the debt she owed them, but that thought brought Amanda a lot of comfort. After all, what she was about to gift to Natalia was but a tiny thing compared to all that her friend had done for her. Tally had become more than her mentor and friend, she had become Amanda's salvation. Soon, very soon, she would become so much more. Although traces of the old Amanda still lingered, the new Amanda understood that she had wanted this for a long, long time.

She looked at herself one final time, checking to make sure everything was where it was supposed to be. Amanda allowed herself a satisfied smile. It had all been worth it, every nickel of her savings had been spent, but the hot, sexy, slutty bitch that stared back at her made it all worthwhile. She had already had some lewd and lascivious proposals lobbed at her when she returned to work from her year-long leave of absence. Some women would have been disgusted, but Tally had set her straight on that as well. "It depends on how it's done, babes," Natalia had commented in her gentle, reassuring manner. "Face it, now you're a hot MILF with a new wardrobe to match. They wouldn't be men if they didn't make some lewd passes at you - and isn't that what you wanted?

It was, despite all the tutelage Amanda had grown up with, she didn't want to be seen as a hot piece of ass. The "cuddly with curves" Amanda still had her appeal, but it was limited. The seductive brunette in the black lingerie with the pink brocade - she could have her pick from a lot of sexy men and women. Tally had told her not to limit her options and she had no intention of doing that. The thought of mashing her new, bouncy tits against those of another hot girl made her wet with the perversity of the thought. She was going to be an explorer, a newly-deviant slut who slept with whoever she chose. She had dropped a pretty penny at the boutique where Natalia worked and it had all been worth every penny - despite the hefty discount Natalia gave her new friend. Amanda counted her blessings that she had met someone as unique and understanding as Natalia, even if the circumstances were somewhat bizarre.

Bryce had once been her entire world, her everything. How foolish she had been, Amanda now thought to herself. He had been her boyfriend since the sixth grade and everyone had just assumed they would always be a couple. Goofy Amanda, that airhead, she had followed Bryce around like a lost puppy and he had indulged all of her whims. By the tenth grade, they were an actual couple. Some friends thought them ideal, while some girls told Amanda that she could do better. The cattier girls told Bryce much the same thing. Amanda worked for her friend's bakery part-time and if she sampled the food a bit too much, well, Bryce told her that he liked her curves. She shared a lot of treats with her handsome and athletic boyfriend, who never seemed to gain an ounce.

She knew why, at least, she thought she knew why. Bryce was a 6'3", 240 pound jock who played almost all sports. A lot of exercise kept her boyfriend from becoming a butterball. That was the explanation that Bryce told her and she accepted it at face value. It turned out later to be only half of the truth. 

When Bryce proposed, she accepted immediately with lots of tears and happiness. She looked forward to years of happy marriage and starting a family.

Bryce jilted her - he left her standing on the altar on her wedding day. He had run off with one of the cheerleaders from his college football team. He had been fucking the cheerleader behind her back - one of several he had sampled over the years. Her beloved Bryce was a player both on and off the field.

Her heart broken, Amanda did what a lot of girls did in her situation. She found solace in food, after all, she worked in a bakery and had unlimited access to lots of goodies. In a little under 3 months, she packed on 40 pounds. On a 5'8" frame, she could afford to have a few curves - but only a few.

Fortunately and not for the only time in her life, a friend stepped in with an intervention.

"You're too good for that rat," her "cousin" Brandi told her. Their parents were the best of friends and Brandi had considered Amanda family since the age of five when they first had met. "I've always thought so; I didn't get a good vibe from him. Listen to me - life is too short to mourn a guy who treated you like dirt. You need to lose the weight, make some changes and get back in the game - get fucked and keep fucking until that loser is a distant memory. If I thought you'd go for it, I'd take you to bed!" Brandi shocked her employee with her revelation.

"You? Really?"

"Sure, I've always thought you were cute," the auburn-haired Brandi grinned and gave Amanda a naughty wink. "I hired you because you were friendly, cute and appealing. I also respected you too much to make a move because I knew how faithful you were to Bryce. He was your first, wasn't he?"

Brandi waited for an answer and saw Amanda shuffling her feet and looking down at the floor. "Uh-huh, and my only, so far," she sighed, trying to stifle some tears. "You really think I'm cute?"

"You're a honey, but you won't stay one for long," Brandi told her. "Look, things are slow right now. Take some time off, join an Aerobics class, drop some weight and get a bit of a makeover. I promise you that your job will be here when you come back - trust me. I've been where you are, I used to be a big girl too. When I made all the right changes, my career took off and I've never lacked partners. Go out there and grab life by the throat and don't come back until you're the Mandy I know you can be!"

Amanda took in every word of her friend's advice and took it to heart. Brandi pressed over 3 thousand dollars into the girl's hands, insisting that it was not a loan, but a gift, an investment in Amanda's future. She called her parents and asked if she could move home for a year. Her mother was thrilled and said she would have her room ready in a few days. Her wonderful daddy teased her and asked why it had taken her so long to ask. She adored her happily-married parents and the rest of her family. She would need their support if she was to carry out her game plan.

She gave her landlord her notice, not too sad to be moving. She liked the people that looked after the building, but in the 6 years she had lived there, it had gone downhill. Her once-friendly neighbors had been replaced by losers, drunks and druggies. Now that she was going to be free of the stress, perhaps she wouldn't feel the need to eat all of the time. Of course, without access to Brandi's wonderful baked goods, she couldn't really afford to indulge herself. Now it was time to stop thinking like a "foodie" and concentrate on what really mattered - her goal to remake Amanda into "Mandy", just as Brandi had advised.

Step One was to have a long talk with her family. They didn't completely understand Amanda's entire scheme. "You're beautiful as you are," her mother told her with Amanda's father and siblings all nodding in agreement.

"I don't want to be just beautiful mommy, I want to be hot!" Amanda said to her mom and the rest of them. "You've met Brandi, the woman I work for. If you can believe this, she used to be a fatty - and you know what she looks like now, like a movie star. I want to look like that, so I'm going to eat better, exercise and make a few changes. This time next year, I want that a-hole to eat his heart out over what he did to me."

Her siblings, younger and older, all to a one, cheered her on. Her parents didn't completely get it. Still, they were behind her and refused her offer of rent. "Spend as much as you need, we can take care of you for another year," Carter told his daughter. "I want all of my children to know they can always count on us." He addressed the room. "Do you understand kids - always!" He intoned.

Step Two was Amanda joining an Aerobics class as Brandi had suggested - almost an order, Amanda thought to herself. She liked the instructors, all of them were friendly and inspirational. They had all been former "chubbies" and understood Amanda's rationale instantly. Amanda surprised herself by actually making some new friends and being a better dancer than she would have thought. Bryce was an athlete and graceful on the football field, but he was terrified of the dance floor. He hadn't even taken Amanda to their Senior Prom. With her blinders off, the new Amanda was starting to see what a selfish prick he had been. He hadn't been like that when they were kids - had he? Had her pursuit of Bryce blinded her to the fact that he always seemed to get things his way?

Step Three turned out to be one of the most integral parts of her metamorphosis. Amanda found a support group she could attend for women like her - women who had been burned in a relationship or those who had suffered some kind of abuse. It was at her third such meeting that she encountered Natalia. Natalia didn't hide any of the details - well, not too many, Amanda smiled as she thought back. She had been involved with one of her professors and the rat had been as much a player as Bryce had been. They even knew each other. Amanda couldn't believe someone would ever be such a fool as to cheat on someone like Natalia. Her beauty overwhelmed Amanda, she was exotic and had such carriage that she almost commanded the room's attention. Amanda steeled herself and asked Natalia out for coffee. To her surprise, Tally accepted with a huge smile and said "Sure, I'm always up for making a cute, new friend."

The two instant friends had much in common, including Natalia's recent move back home with her daddy. "The best decision I ever made, hands-down," Natalia told her over two wonderful cups of French Mocha and pastries - Amanda was down 15 pounds, she could have a treat. "Steven is the kind of man every girl should have in her life, loving and supportive."

Amanda was a bit confused. "Steven? Is he your new boyfriend?"

"Oops, sorry babes, I can be a bit scatter-brained at times when talking about Steven," she chuckled. "No, Steven is my father, but we're so close I sometimes forget and call him by his first name. When the time is right, I'll introduce you, but don't you seduce him and steal my daddy."

"Right, like that's going to happen," Amanda sighed. "I'm not the seductress type and isn't your father likely a bit too old for me?"

"Since my mom left, my daddy hasn't lacked for female companionship," Natalia informed Amanda as the server refilled their cups. "He's older, but he doesn't look it and he's ..." Natalia suddenly stopped speaking and the now, much savvier Amanda sensed there was more to the story. "As for the other thing, didn't you say in group tonight that you were working to become a new, sexier you?"

"Yes, I did say that, although I wasn't sure that anyone was listening, I think I droned on a bit," Amanda confessed.

"No, most people either talk a lot the first time or they barely speak at all," Natalia corrected her. "A little makeover might be just the tonic. What did you want done?"

Amanda took a deep breath. It was one thing to have a plan, it was another to confess it to her family and it was yet another to confess it to this girl she barely knew. Still, something about Natalia - "Tally", she kept insisting - seemed to draw Amanda out of her shell. "Weight loss, a bit of a makeover with my hair, new wardrobe when I can fit into it and oh yeah, some work done of my tits."

Natalia looked at her new friend and cocked her head to one side. "What's wrong with your tits? You've got more up there than I do and I'm not complaining."

"You shouldn't, you're gorgeous," Amanda responded. "I've got a bit too much up top. If I lose the weight, they're going to look ridiculous. I'm going to have surgery to make them rounder and more symmetrical, so that they'll suit my new look."

Tally got out a piece of scrap paper and scribbled down a phone number. "Lots of the girls who buy from my store - I sell lingerie at La Vie En Rose - swear by this guy. Most of the girls who come to my shop are honeys, so I think he's probably pretty good. Give him a call and when you're ready, come to the shop - we'll set you up with some nice stuff."

Amanda gave her new friend a big hug and realized it was almost 11. They parted but made a pact to do this every week after group. Amanda actually felt lighter inside as she walked the short distance home. It was nice to have someone who "got" her and was encouraging her aspirations. Tally was the second person since Brandi to believe in Amanda's potential. When she could arrange it, she wanted her oldest friend and her newest to meet. She was sure they'd get along like a house on fire.

Over time, the coffee meetings became more frequent and also they became lunch engagements as well, although rarely dinner. "Daddy can't cook to save his life," Tally laughed. "If I'm not home to prepare dinner, he'd eat take out every day of his life. He looks after me, so I look after him. It's a near-perfect arrangement, although I sure miss him when he's on the road." Over time, Amanda had learned a lot about her friend and her father. She knew that Steven had been left by Tally's mom and had never remarried. He worked for a book publisher and had several prominent clients, the newest being Silvia Anders - the hottest writer going right now. Whenever Natalia spoke about her "wonderful" father, her face almost seemed to glow. One lunch, with a few too many glasses of Merlot in her, Tally let the cat out of the bag. She and Steven were lovers and had been for some time. Once sober, Tally wanted to run away and hide. "There is no need for that, it's unusual, I'll admit, but you're an adult and you aren't being abused. If you make each other happy, that's your business. You're still my friend and I still love you - I will keep your secret, you have my word."

The next step - perhaps Step Four or perhaps just natural evolution of a friendship - took Amanda totally by surprise. A still-tipsy Natalia kissed her friend but not just with the devotion and gratitude of a friend - she kissed her with desire. Amanda was shocked, but only for a brief second. She found herself kissing Tally back and almost disappointed when that came to an end.

"I-I shouldn't have done that," Natalia apologized. "I guess I just got swept away with emotion."

"Yes, you should have, it's okay," Amanda said as the cobwebs cleared from her head. "I think we were both wondering what it would be like, it was perfectly natural. I can tell that I'm not the first woman you've ever kissed, am I?"

"No," Tally answered, a faint blush on her cheeks. "Since I - hooked up - with my daddy, all of my other lovers have been women. Since before then too, in the spirit of full disclosure. I've always known that I was bi and Jim - he made it too easy not to worry about being faithful. Daddy is on the road a lot and I've got a huge libido. Having sex with other women - well, maybe it isn't quite right, but they give me something that men can't. Since daddy and I became a `thing', I've never once slept with another man. I haven't needed to, oh hell, am I making any sense?"

"Yes, and honestly, you're making me more than a little horny," Amanda sighed wistfully. "I don't know if I'll ever have the courage to try it, but as I transform my body the way that I want to, my thoughts do drift in that direction every so often."

"Towards having sex with other women?"

"Yes," Amanda said candidly. "Remember, I was Bryce's little lap dog all of those years, His thoughts were my thoughts. Now I can think with a clear head and let's be honest - girls are sexy with a lot to offer."

"You are changing," Natalia weighed in. "Good for you."

""I have another proposal," Amanda said as she felt emboldened by her actions. "Once I achieve my desired look and attitude IF ... although I'm sure I will still have these feelings ... IF I still want to sex it up with a girl, would you ...?"

Tally didn't let Amanda finish. She seized her friend's face between her hands and pulled the rest of her close. Her heated kiss answered Amanda's question without saying a single word.

It took Amanda a lot of hard work and most of her savings, but now, the Amanda Brandi had promised her was lurking underneath looked back at her from the mirror. It was now or never. She left the bedroom and went down the hall - to Natalia's room. She took a deep breath and opened the door.

Natalia was waiting for her, stretched out on her bed and looking so elegant, she resembled a movie star or a pin up girl. The movie buff in Amanda was thinking she was giving off a "Hedy Lamarr" vibe and it caused a deep stirring in her. "I was almost starting to think you weren't coming," Tally smiled at her. "Then I remembered, when you set your mind to something, you always follow through."

"Yes," Amanda said as she neared the bed. Perching on one side, she smiled at her dear friend. "I'll admit to being terrified, but that's because this is a totally new experience for me. My first time with someone who isn't Bryce and my first time with ..." she gulped "... another woman. A very beautiful woman, one I can't compare to."

"That is going to have to be our next project," Natalia stated, noticing how much Amanda was shivering as she stroked the girl's cheek and ran her fingers through Amanda's lustrous hair. "You're unique in your own beauty, don't compare - just enjoy the differences - marvelous, sexy differences," she purred as she kissed Amanda's soft, bee-stung lips and drew her closer to the bed.

"That's so nice," Amanda murmured. "Do that again."

That was a request Natalia was more than happy to grant. She pulled her friend closer than before and kissed the seductive brunette. This time, the difference was obvious because Amanda was kissing back and with zero hesitation.

"Let's stop wasting time," Tally said to her girlfriend. "Get in here and we'll make out a little. We don't need to rush, we have all of the time we'll ever need."

Amanda nodded and despite the pounding of her excited heart, she was fully in the moment and wanting every new experience. There was another woman sharing her body with Amanda, an amazing, sexy woman with beauty that took Amanda's breath away. Tally had lovely, sexy breasts, amazing long legs, eyes that caught your attention in an instant and her long black hair was like an ebony waterfall. Amanda startled herself with the realization that she was kissing Natalia as much as Tally was kissing back. Once she had allowed herself the freedom to love another woman, she wasn't holding back. Amanda felt empowered and she let out a peal of delighted laughter. Her metamorphosis had begun, now all that remained was to live with her new persona. That, she decided on the spot, was going to be a pleasure - for everyone!

"You're doing great babe, yeah lover, that's the stuff, keep going!" Natalia gushed by way of encouraging the younger girl - who didn't seem to really need it. Her new friend had dived head-on into a new lifestyle, one where she was fully in control. Natalia was thrilled knowing that she was only Amanda's second lover - but with the way she was acting, she would be able to have as many as she wanted!




Amanda



"I love having sex with a girl, I would never have known if it wasn't for you - and Brandi!" She added at the last second. "How can I ever thank you?"

"I can't speak for Brandi, but you're doing fine as far as I'm concerned," Natalia smiled. "Just to make one thing clear - we're not actually having sex yet. This is just foreplay."

"Got it," Amanda beamed back at her. "I could just be happy with this."

"You won't be whistling that tune once we actually have sex," Natalia said as she moved herself closer. "You'll find it hard to believe that anything could ever feel so good - and it will only get better!"

"Then, by all means, let's get down to the sex!" Amanda giggled, slowly peeling off pieces of her ensemble. Amanda began to recognize her own allure as she saw it reflected in Natalia's open, admiring gaze. She moved closer to her friend and Tally saw her chance and seized it - literally! She pulled the awestruck brunette close and began to devour her lips and moved all down her trembling body. Natalia had not been exaggerating even a little - this sure was better!

Natalia was thrilled with her girlfriend's enthusiasm as Amanda undressed her with desire and concern for her sexy outfit. With each movement, Amanda kept kissing her girlfriend and Natalia loved it. Amanda had wonderful instincts and she both cursed and thanked Bryce. Cursed him for causing someone as lovely as Amanda to doubt her own sexuality and hide it under a bushel. Thanked him for being fool enough to let Amanda go so that everyone else who saw what Tally saw - a wild, sexy brunette - would be able to enjoy her.

As the two women got naked, Amanda experienced several firsts - the first time her own lips touched the nipples of another woman - Tally's were exceptional and stiff. The first time her own breasts were caressed and Natalia was both gentle and forceful. The first time her breasts were pressed up against those of another woman, which was - indescribable! As they lay together, kissing, Natalia rolled on top of her, giving Amanda yet another first. This was the first time her pussy rubbed against another pussy and she yelped in pleasure - and with her very first orgasm of the night!

Coiled around each other, the two young lovers made the most of their first time together. Natalia used her fingers to probe Amanda's pussy, finding her lover's cunt both hot and tight. It was almost like she was finger-fucking a virgin, which probably wasn't far from the truth. Amanda bucked and hunched against the invading digits, making loud and guttural moans which spurred Natalia on further. The knowing fingers moved deep into the needy cunt and shortly, Amanda was having her second orgasm. With Natalia's skills, Amanda knew it would be far from her last.

Amanda and Tally kissed and played, with Natalia making sure her new lover didn't feel uncomfortable. She spread Amanda's legs and went down on her, something she later discovered Bryce had never done! What kind of selfish asshole denies his lover something so simple to do? Natalia's thoughts kept going to what a self-centered dick Bryce must have been and how special she wanted to make this for Amanda. Her tongue slithered in deep as she wildly licked and lapped Amanda's pussy. Natalia wanted to make it so good that she would keep coming back for more, because her friend was a totally sexy little honey.

Amanda had no intentions of being a dead fuck, she wanted to give back. With some instructions from Natalia, like where to lick and what to look for, she began to gingerly probe Tally's pussy. Soon after that, she lost all of her inhibitions and fears and was eating cunt like a long-term lesbian. Now happily bi-sexual, Amanda eagerly ate pussy and promised herself she would work to get better, because she wanted to do a lot of this from now on. From this day forward, her dance card would be filled up with partners of both genders. Girls were fun and her next move would be to discover if there were any guys who could ring her chimes as well as Natalia had done. The newly-naughty Amanda made a vow to herself that she would do as much searching as necessary until she found just the guy. In the meantime, there were a lot of girls that she would invite to share her bed - or shower - or any other place where the mood might hit her.

The two lovers almost wordlessly moved into a hot sixty-nine, with Amanda proving she had an innate talent for such things. Natalia had now gotten off twice to Amanda's four, although she wasn't trying to keep score. After all, this evening was all about Amanda. Natalia's only thought was to make things as hot and sexy for Amanda as they could possibly be.

If she had timed things properly, Amanda's next surprise of the night should have been arriving home from work any minute now. Her Daddy always coped with surprises exceptionally well. After his initial reaction to finding Natalia in bed with Amanda, Tally was positive daddy Steve would be ready, willing and able to provide Amanda's second lesson of the evening.