Games Amanda Plays Part 4 
By Hector�s Pup 
05/31/98 

As a follow up to the last part, I should tell you about Amanda�s 
interest in hypnosis, brought on by an incidence she heard about from 
her mother, Monika.  It unfolded late in our relationship but had been 
brewing ever since an artist figure modeling experience she set up for 
me.  It involved some surprising results, at least for me, as a result 
of minor trance work.  

Amanda�s imagination blossomed when she learned of the vistas trance 
induction could open for her.  She started reading books on it and the 
language patterns in communication with me started to change out of 
character for her.  For a controlling personality like hers, it could 
be like handing her a loaded gun.  What kept her from using it right 
out of the box, was initially lacking confidence in her ability to use 
it, her need to feel like she had complete mastery over it, and 
probably a sense of whether it would be an okay thing for her to do. 

Amanda had an opportunity to practice after the new neighbors to the 
south of us moved in.  The previous neighbors wouldn�t speak to us. 
Either they didn�t approve of what they perceived our lifestyle to be, 
or it was a reaction to Amanda�s snotty attitude toward them, or maybe 
still, it could be the embarrassing time Amanda teased the husband 
royally starting at our garage sale. 

We did it backwards.  We moved all of our stuff and then decided that 
we didn�t need a lot of it after all.  Amanda was tending the sale in 
a skimpy bikini, a marketing ploy, while I was still unpacking junk in 
the basement to add to it.  Bob, the neighbor, was sniffing around 
Amanda, under the guise of being neighborly and feigning interested in 
our castaway possessions.  He really was interested in gazing on 
Amanda�s features close up.  Amanda would reach in front of him to 
straighten an item having her shoulder and neck waft her natural 
feminine aroma, seizing his brain.  She would bend to check items in a 
box to display her seductive rear entries.  She would ask for his help 
to move things, commenting on his physical prowess.  Everything she 
did had an effect on him, and he was a mess.  

On one of my trips to the garage, I saw his wife standing at their 
side window with her knuckles on her hips staring at her husband 
making a fool of himself, with a scowl on her perpetually stern face. 
I used to perceived her to be clinging, smothering, and very jealous 
of anything he did.  Over the couple of years we would have our 
jollies overhearing them fight, with her shouting at him mercilessly. 
I had to feel sorry for the old fool sometimes.  

Well, Amanda, in a playful mood, responded to Bob�s question about a 
price for the electric chain saw,  "Oh, that will cost you a lot." She 
joked.  "I�ll tell you what, though," She said as she dragged her 
index finger forward under his chin, with her radiant face inches from 
his, "if you come by at 5:00, when we shut this sale down in your 
birthday suit, I�ll give it to you for nothing." 

Bob stood there frozen for a while blinking and sort of slowly falling 
back.  He didn�t know what to say.  The notion was so preposterous, to 
not give it any thought, but he couldn�t think of any other thought 
until 5:00.  At about 3:30 he was out in his driveway in his swimsuit 
taking the longest time in history to wash his car.   He would stand 
with the water running from the hose staring at Amanda and smile at 
her when she would allow eye contact.  His wife would look out the 
window between pacing, or whatever she was doing to stay close by. 

At 5:00, sure enough, Bob looked all around.  He went down to the end 
of the driveway and looked up both directions of the street and 
sidewalk, went behind a bush that blocked him from the road and across 
the street, pulled down his trunks and said over the four foot fence, 
"Ah hum, I�m here for that free chain saw."  His wife seeing this 
started on her way out. 

Amanda, the consummate tease, not believing this guy would go this 
far, said, "Well, my burly lumberjack, why don�t you just hop on over 
here and get it from little o�l me?" 

Bob didn�t know what to do, but when Amanda flashed him her right tit 
for encouragement, he threw all apprehension to the wind and tried to 
leap over.  On his second attempt, his face instantly showed a painful 
shock in mid try.  His eyes went wide and his mouth formed a long "O", 
and then he fell back out of view.  His wife was there in his place at 
the fence glaring over at Amanda and then me.  The next we saw of him, 
he was hunched over holding his nuts getting kicked in the butt, and a 
couple between his legs from behind, all the way back into the house. 
That was the last either of them spoke to us. 

Outside of the discomfort of not having next door neighbors you get 
along with, Bob and old what�s her name, spent most of their time 
working on fences between us and making their backyard the most 
extravagant of any backyard for miles.  They had few guests, besides 
those we believed to be relatives, and nobody in the neighborhood 
could fully describe it from first hand experience.  It did have a 
waterfall, hot tub, and pool complex, we know, because we could see 
that much from our second story.  It wasn�t until Will and Maureen 
moved in, that we discovered what we had been missing. 

From the glimpses of them moving in, Will and Maureen didn�t look to 
be any type we could relate to.  That�s unfair, I know, but by first 
impression, based on physical appearance, their cars and other 
possessions, the way they dressed, it didn�t look anything close to a 
match.  Despite how weird you think Amanda and I were in our 
relationship, we were into healthy food, exercise, practical cars, 
adventure without chemicals and so on.  By all appearances, Will with 
his gold necklaces, bracelets, fancy watch, almost pimp clothes and 
cigarettes, and Maureen, with her super high heels, full hips and 
breasts, long painted nails, fake eyelashes, tight fitting short 
dresses and big hair, they seemed like the playboy swinger and his 
bimbo.  Hey, but you got to give them a try, right? 

Not knowing their phone number or last name, Amanda and I decided to 
walk over with a house warming basket of fruit to introduce ourselves. 
As we were approaching the open front door, we could see a figure 
walking toward it, then turning and starting up the stairway in the 
front hall.  Instead of going for the door bell, we were at the front 
door by the time the woman was halfway up the first flight, so Amanda 
said, "Hello.  Excuse us.  We are your neighbors right next door." 

Rather than continue up the stairs to put some clothes on, the naked 
lady wrapped the towel around her, descended, and greeted us at the 
door.  After introductions, and as we were passing the offering 
through the screen door to her, her man�s voice was heard approaching. 
"Who are you talking to Sweet Cheeks?" 

"These are our new neighbors Hun." She said hesitating on our names we 
had just given her, so we introduced ourselves again. 

"Well what are you waiting for?  Let�s show them in." He said as he 
opened the door for us to enter.  His eyes were pulling the clothes 
right off Amanda as she passed.  Me, I was invisible, as usual. 

So there we were standing in their front hall dressed in casual summer 
shorts and shirts, and there they were standing in towels with wet 
hair looking us over.  Will, probably 45 was maybe 5�10", combed back 
dark hair with gray highlights, very dark tan, wide shoulders, barrel 
chest, slight paunch, narrow hips and skinny legs.  Maureen, probably 
35, was 5�5" without the heels, dyed blonde, 38-27-36, with painted 
toe and fingernails. 

"So, why don�t you come on in back so we can become better 
acquainted."  Will said with his arm outstretched in the direction 
he�d like us to go.  Amanda and I looked at each other and neither of 
us objected, so we followed his lead through the house to the back. 
The house looked neat, orderly, and seemed strangely unused.  As we 
exited the house through some sliding glass doors to the backyard, we 
could see why. 

"Oh, Amanda!  I don�t think we are in Kansas any more!"  I said to 
emphasize my awe for the sight that beheld us.  I hope I can do the 
description justice.   

Their backyard was designed to be a house out of doors.  The  pool was 
essentially shaped like an "X" that divided the sizable backyard into 
four quadrants.  The walls of the pool were not straight, but kind of 
meandered into the four corners of the space.  The quadrant we walked 
into was a recreational space with pool table, card table, and TV on 
the wall of the house under an eave.  As you went counter-clockwise by 
crossing an arched footbridge to the next quadrant, you entered a 
living room type space complete with a freestanding outside fireplace. 
As you continued over to the backside quadrant, there was a sleeping 
area with an open shower, closed off john, covered 
makeup/closet/dressing area, and a curious bed made essentially like a 
cube.  The four 6�x 6�corner posts were about seven feet high, 
connected at the top and bottom by 6�x6� beams the same length, making 
a perfectly square cube.   At the end bunched up against the wall over 
the top was an overhanging pitched canvass roof that could be rolled 
out along the top like a tent to cover the bed in slightly inclement 
weather.  The final quadrant was a food preparation and eating area, 
complete with cabin sized appliances and a small but well stocked bar. 
  

Between the living room, I�ll call it, and the bed room, at the end of 
the pool arm was the hot tub.  Between the living room and the 
recreation room was a rock waterfall sculpted down the corner between 
the house and the privacy fence.  Each of these spaces were demarcated 
along the edges of the pool by healthy tropical plants, that by now 
had matured to love their location.  I�m telling you, this has to be 
seen to be believed. 

Given decent weather, which we get plenty of here outside of San 
Diego, they wouldn�t need to use the house.  The areas that needed to 
be covered were covered or could be covered when need be, and the 
areas that were always open contained objects and furniture designed 
for our weather conditions.  

"Please.  Make yourselves at home while Maureen gets us some drinks. 
Now, what would you all like?"  Will said presumptively.  Amanda and I 
looked at each other for clues.  "Bourbon? Scotch?  What�s your 
poison?"  He continued. 

"I think wine would be okay for me.  Amanda?  Sweetie?" I responded. 

"Great.  That will do fine, if it isn�t too much trouble."  Amanda 
replied. 

"No trouble at all.  Usual for me Honey Buns."  Will said with eyes 
glued to Amanda�s body trying to visualize the shape of her breasts, I 
figure, under her sleeveless shirt tented out in front. 

We sat in the living room sipping our drinks learning a bit about each 
other.  The furniture was two couches at right angles, following the 
general contour of the pool behind them.  Amanda and Will sat on 
either side of the vortex.  I sat next to Amanda and Maureen sat sort 
of sidesaddle on the floor next to Will with her right elbow on his 
thigh.  Will did most of the talking and he and Maureen looked mostly 
at Amanda.  When I caught Maureen occasionally looking my way, she 
displayed a shy smile looked down and went back to checking out 
Amanda.  

When our glasses of wine were done, Amanda and I tried to excuse 
ourselves, thank them and made motions to leave. 

"Nonsense."  Was Will�s reply.  "The evening is just about to begin. 
Why don�t you stay a while longer, have a swim and a bite with us, 
and we can get to know each other better."  He pleaded, gently holding 
Amanda�s arm behind and above her elbow. 

We looked at each other again for a sign of a veto from either of us, 
and Amanda responded, "A bite would be fine, but we�ll have to step 
over to our place to get our suits." 

"Great.  But, suits are not required here.  In fact they are frowned 
upon, unless that is the only way you�d feel comfortable joining us." 
He said, throwing the ball back into our court. 

We consulted each other again with our eyes, but my expression made it 
clear, that this one was Amanda�s call.  She was stuck, and that was 
rare for her.  She had opinions and decisions for everything.  Will 
put his hand in the towel Maureen was wearing and unfurled it, leaving 
her naked to the wind.  She tried to cover herself from the surprise 
of Will�s maneuver, but quickly relaxed and let her arms drop to her 
sides.  There we were stunned by this and gazing upon this slightly 
Reubenesque beauty with full hips and large breasts that only sagged 
as much as breasts would have to for that size.  They were rounded and 
definitely a double handful each.  She was shaved like us except she 
had a little patch of pubic hair in front revealing her true light 
brunette hair color. 

When we remained speechless for a moment, Will slipped his towel off 
too.  His tan was total.  He was shaved like me and his cock hung 
straight down over his low hanging balls.  

"Come.  Join us.  We�ll put suits on too if that�s what it takes to 
have you stay for some more visiting."  He encouraged as he held his 
hand out to Amanda to walk toward the pool.  Amanda just looked him in 
his eyes, I think to see into his soul before deciding.  "Just leave 
your underwear on and follow us in." He finally said in compromise, as 
he took Maureen�s hand and they walked to the steps at the middle of 
the "X" and entered the pool. 

Amanda was trapped into a mental coin toss and started to take off her 
shirt.  I followed her lead.  She took off her shoes and shorts, but I 
had nothing on underneath except a band around my cock and balls which 
read, "You�re Serve".  When Will saw that he started swim/walking to 
the edge of the pool saying, "What you got there fella?" 

"Oh, its a product of Amanda�s humorous side.  See?"  I said as I 
stopped on the steps before it was underwater so he and Maureen could 
read it.  They looked at Amanda and grinned at learning a tidbit more. 

Amanda, in uncharacteristic shyness, followed me into the pool in her 
bra and panties, as Will suggested.  She exuded sexuality no matter 
what she wore.  Once in the water, she might as well have been wearing 
nothing at all anyway, as the sheer undergarments would be 
transparent.  She just wasn�t feeling totally comfortable with them 
yet. 

"Butt Cheeks,"  Will said.  "run along and get us all another round." 
And gave Maureen an underwater goose.  She lurched her breasts out and 
obediently climbed the stairs to the kitchen/bar area.  Watching her 
ascend the stairs, I was admiring her womanly curves.  She wasn�t 
really in shape, but then she wasn�t really out of shape.  She was 
kind of in between.  She looked strong, but not toned.  She was sexy 
walking away from us, and that was without her turning it on.  My 
guess was that her main source of exercise was sex, and that they did 
plenty of it. 

While Maureen was bartending, the three of us were making our way down 
the canal to the hot tub.  When she came back through the bedroom 
area, the tray had glasses and the bottles, I guess to save her more 
trips.  Walking over the bridge, her breasts had a gentle sway. 
Although she was prone to artificially making up her appearance, my 
guess was that her breasts were real, and if they were, they were 
magnificent. 

We all continued conversation in the hot tub.  As time wore on, and we 
became more dehydrated, we consented to refills of wine more readily. 
In an effort to last as long as these seasoned professionals in the 
hot tub, Amanda and I climbed out to get some cooler air on our bodies 
while we just dangled our feet in the bubbling cauldron.  Amanda was 
starting to feel a little self-conscious about having clothing on now, 
especially since it did nothing to provide any modesty, so she reached 
around and undid her bra without ceremony, and removed her panties in 
the same way.  Then she quickly dunked back under the cover of the 
bubbles.   

Now she was coming back to life, as she grabbed my cock in a 
clandestine way to get me hard.  I tried to reciprocate by tweaking 
her nipple to attention.  Will and Maureen noticed this and shifted in 
their seats at the recognition that something may come of this 
encounter after all.  I put my hand back down and practically sat on 
them trying to turn back the clock a few seconds. 

Will said, "This is about all the heat I can take for the time being. 
Anybody want to join me in the pool?" 

We all thought that was a good idea, except I wanted to change my mind 
now that I would have to exit the hot tub with a raging hardon.  I 
maneuvered myself so I would be the last to leave, but it took some 
doing as Maureen was insisting on guests first.  But I countered, 
referring to her beauty, and she accepted that, like she had a place 
inside her waiting to collect these rare compliments.  

We spent some time talking and exploring the other canals of the pool 
till Will lead us out to the pool table.  Here we were all standing 
around naked about to play pool, a game which puts you on display in 
very seductive ways when you shoot.  Will gave Maureen a slap on her 
rear sending her breasts a flutter, as she whisked her hands back to 
rub the spot.  "Hey Butter Buns.  Be a dear and get us some more 
drinks."  Maureen dutifully left.   

Amanda was feeling a bit confused by the way she was reacting to the 
evolution of the evening regarding Will�s interaction with Maureen as 
he got more and more polluted.  On the one hand, she could relate to 
his need to be in charge but on the other hand, she felt a kinship to 
Maureen, being a woman, and abhorred the chauvinistic, even cruel 
streak Will was displaying toward her. 

When Maureen returned with glasses and new bottles, Amanda challenged. 
"How about a wager?"   

"Maureen can�t shoot for shit.  No way."  Will said disagreeably. 

"No, how about girls against guys?  You two against Maureen and I?" 
Amanda countered. 

Will looked at me.  "Okay.  Okay.  What do you have in mind?" 

"How�s this?  Before each shot, you take a shot of what ever you�ve 
been drinking, just to keep it interesting.  Each team is one player 
so if you make a shot the other team member alternates for the next 
shot.  Got it so far?"  (Nods)  "Okay then."  Amanda was thinking this 
up as she went along, I could tell.  "So, for every shot you sink, 
you, you get to, ah, have the opposing players bend over and grab 
their ankles for a spanking.  Okay so far?" (Tentative nods) "So you 
start off with one for the first ball then two for the second and so 
on.  So the most you can get at any one time would be eight, and that 
is only if you lose the game.  How�s that?" 

"Would we be using our hands?"  Will asked. 

"Well, what else do you have in mind?"  Amanda asked. 

"Hey Lard Ass, go get the things."  He ordered.  Maureen looked 
apprehensively at Amanda for what she was committing her to and went 
off to the bed room area and brought back some leather covered 
paddles, two inches wide, eighteen inches long, with a little bit of 
give to them for a whippy action. 

"Oh, this will do nicely."  Amanda said gleefully, now that the stakes 
were up where she likes them.  What none of us realized, except maybe 
Amanda, was that the losers would end up with 36 swats total.  That 
sounds a whole lot different than only eight at one time. 

Will let the ladies break.  Amanda let Maureen do the honors.  And, as 
luck would have it, she sank two on the break.  "We�re solids, you�re 
stripes.  Bend over.  Let�s see that�s three stripes, I mean swats, 
isn�t it?" 

We bent over to take what was coming to us.  Amanda took the honors 
with Will, and Maureen did me.  Lucky for me, Maureen didn�t have her 
heart in striping me too badly.  Mine were a far cry different than 
the sound of Amanda�s swats on Will�s bony ass. 

"Okay, my shot." Amanda said bending over for an easy side pocket 
shot.  Will craned his head in a not so subtle effort to peek at 
Amanda�s snatch. "Bingo that�s another three."  Back over we went. 
Instant replay, and I was still doing okay. 

Will wanted a chance to even the score next.  He took his shoot of 
booze and tried for a corner shot but over played it and muttered 
under his breath.  Maureen shot next and missed.  Then I shot and made 
it.  Will pulled his hand down from above his head and raised his knee 
to join the elbow celebrating with a hissing "Yes!" 

Over Amanda and Maureen went.  "Mind if I have your minx for this 
one?"  He said, not expecting an answer from me.  He approached 
Amanda�s side and started to rub his fingers up and down her pussy 
first and she protested. 

"Since you fondled mine I get to do yours next time." 

"That is if there is a next time Missy."  He gave Amanda a pretty hard 
swat, but he didn�t know Amanda like I did. 

Well there was a next time when Amanda sunk her next shot.  She took 
his balls between her hands and rolled them between her hands sawing 
forward and back for a few strokes.  Then she let off four quick ones. 
Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. 

Will�s ass was turning an angry color.  We each missed until Amanda�s 
turn again.  "Oh baby, I�m liking this a lot."  She gloated.  We each 
got five. Good ones.  I guess Maureen was drafting off of Amanda�s 
wake. 

Then Will made a shot.  You�d have thought he won the Super Bowl.  He 
just was getting too plowed to learn, though, as he tried to put his 
finger up Amanda�s vagina again, her hand came up and back handed him 
in the nuts to get him to stop.  I knew that feeling.  Will swatted 
her across her buttocks once and then did a vertical swat to include 
her pussy. 

Amanda hurting and surprised said, "You�ll wish you never did that!" 

In a battle of control junkies, I�d put my money on Amanda.  

Next shot I inadvertently set Maureen up for an easy corner shot and 
enjoyed watching her body get it together to make it.  Will was not 
too pleased and almost refused to go over.  He couldn�t hold his 
ankles with his legs straight together.  With his paunch, he could 
only do so with bent knees or with his feet apart enough to allow for 
his stomach.  In an effort to protect his danglers,  he chose the knee 
together/knees bent option.  Amanda aimed in with half shots on only 
one butt at a time to tenderize the sensitive inner area around his 
anus.  Each time this happened, Will opened his legs a little more to 
close this sensitive area to Amanda�s onslaught. "Batter up." She said 
as she aimed down low to catch the backside of his dangling balls. 

He went down to his knees holding up his balls in the palm of his hand 
not believing they could cause so much pain.  He pulled himself up by 
the table.  He reached toward me for the cue I was holding.  " My 
shot.  My shot."   He said trying to quickly look over the table. 

"I�m sorry." Amanda said.  "I believe it is MY shot." 

Will muttered to himself.  As Amanda made her shot, he swung his head 
away saying "Oh, No."  We took these seven like men, which is to say, 
we showed up, assumed the position, and fought back the tears.  Amanda 
was more merciful this time on his balls.  She aimed to have his balls 
sting on the back rather than put him out of commission.     

Maureen missed on purpose, I�m certain.  She lives with the guy.  Then 
I made my shot.  Amanda passed in front of me to bend down before Will 
saying, "My aren�t we lucky tonight." Said in such a way that she may 
have expected me to throw it as well. 

Will was torn between playing it straight and taking advantage, but 
decided on playing it straight, however, he gave Amanda four heavy 
blows that threw her out of her stance each time.  We had become the 
sorriest bunch of red butted fools this side of the Mississippi.  Two 
of us would become sorrier as Will sunk his shot.  He was feeling his 
oats again and decide to venture out on Amanda this time around.  For 
Amanda, keeping her legs together when bending over put her pussy out 
to be smacked so she kept her legs straight and out.  Will tried a 
page from Amanda�s book and swung at her inner thighs below her butt 
making her want to move her legs in to prevent it.  When she took 
numbers three and four as half shots to her snatch. She opened them 
for the last shot to avoid this, which was a batter up to her snatch 
like earlier, only with more drunken vengeance. 

She was really hurting.  I didn�t like to see her this way and I went 
up to her to hold her and check on her condition.  Between irregular 
breathing, she said, "Thanks.  I�ll be okay Honey. It�s all part of 
the game.  Really.  I�ll be okay." 

Next shot, I was certain I tried my best to make it.  At least I think 
I didn�t try to throw it.  So Amanda was up, and talk about working 
under pressure, sometimes I think she wrote the book.  I think she 
sunk that eight ball while looking Will straight in the eye. 

"No.  No.  I don�t think I can do eight."  Will tried to weasel out. 

"The game�s the game.  We all agreed to the rules.  Now front and 
center buster and grab those ankles tight." She commanded. 

"You too."  Maureen told me in a humorous attempt at forcefulness. 

Amanda worked Will out of the bent knee position with a few well 
placed shots stinging his ass hole.  Then worked the inside of his 
upper thigh like he did to her, just missing his balls, but scaring 
the begebies out of him.  Then six, seven, and eight on the left nut, 
the right nut, and both nuts together, in short quick upper cuts 
before and as he fell away to the ground. 

Maureen went for some ice.  Will looked up at me from his huddle on 
the floor and said,  "You�ve got quite a broad there." 

"Yeah.  Tell me about it."  I said to be polite.  Amanda didn�t know 
how to take it so she took as a compliment. 

She crouched down and pried his knees apart and said,  "Here, let me 
check on them for you."  She gently removed his reluctant hands and he 
slowly uncoiled till he was on his back, knees up hanging loosely to 
the sides.  Maureen returned with the ice but was holding it on her 
own butt waiting until Amanda was through with her inspection.  She 
was now to his side squatting with her knees apart and her arms and 
elbows down in between them, holding his nuts, asking him about them. 
Will was looking right at her openly displayed pussy as they talked, 
and reached out and touched it.  Amanda froze not knowing whether to 
punish him or not. 

"Hey, you�re checking mine.  I�m checking yours."  He said 
equivocating. 

Amanda reached up for the ice from Maureen and put it down with a 
little bit of attitude on his crotch, and stood up.  "Honey, I think 
it�s time we go." 

"Hey, thanks for hanging out with us.  You�re welcome back any time, 
despite the fact that you are our neighbors that are a pain in the 
butt."  Will said in an effort to end on a good note.  We all decided 
to let that be funny and laughed it all off.  "Pardon me if I don�t 
get up to see you to the door."  He continued, as Maureen walked up to 
Amanda and surprised her with a sincere hug of appreciation.  She 
looked at me as if to sense if it would be okay to give me one too, 
and closed her eyes, tucked her head and gave me a warm hug too. 

"Wow, nice sensation!  What a huggable body.  Time to go, here comes 
my pussy divining rod."  I�m thinking as I hastened to retrieve my 
clothes, stumble into my shorts and hold my shirt in my hands over it 
while waiting for Amanda to put on her shorts and button up her shirt. 
Maureen escorted us out to the front door, hiding her body behind it 
as she waved us good bye with friendly eyes. 

Amanda and I ran around to our house and burst out laughing as I 
fumbled with the keys in the door.  "There�s no place like home."  She 
said in a little girl�s voice, as I carried her across the threshold. 

Continued in "Games Amanda Plays Part 5." (Living With Amanda Part 10) 
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