Archive Note: The truly remarkable, incredibly inventive misspellings contained in the following text are precisely as found in the original pocketbook. Only the scanning errors have been corrected.
CHAPTER ONE
Amanda Rose thought of herself as a somewhat unique young woman. Not that she considered herself especially beautful, though she was aware she was far from ugly. Her uniqueness lay in the fact that she was twenty-two years old, and in all that time had allowed no man or woman to put amorous hands on her.
The truth of the matter was, Amanda was embarrassed where sex was concerned. To begin with, she had auburn hair which at one time had been long and flowing. In the last year she'd had it cut and styled in a sort of bouffant manner, making her look her age. All the other students on campus had always thought Amanda was one of those child prodigies. Only now did everyone realize that Amanda was the age she professed to be.
She had eyes that changed color, sometimes a light hazel, sometimes almost green. They were large, bunny eyes, creating the innocent image even more strongly. In this case the image had a certain validity to it, because Amanda was totally unaware of what it felt like to be touched, or anything more, for that matter. She had a straight, tiny nose, and below that, a full, ripe mouth with a totally captivating smile. She had small teeth, and this created the image that her upper gums were large, but it just wasn't so. Everything was set into an oval face as pallid as marble, though in the summer a bridge of freckles danced across her nose.
Perhaps what fostered the illusion even more strongly in Amanda was the fact that she was all of four-feet-eleven-and-a-half inches in height, though she insisted she was five feet. The lovely lady was small-boned, with a swan-like throat, rounded shoulders, breasts that were neither too full nor too small for a female of her size, an extremely narrow waist, medium hips and buttocks, and nicely tapered thighs that led to slender calves and ankles.
Amanda was a loner. All through high school and college she had stayed away from other people. She didn't like parties, especially smoking parties. She was vehemently opposed to any of the vices, and though she didn't consider sex a vice, she had never permitted herself an opportunity to indulge in it.
She had a slight inferiority complex, certain she would never be able to measure up to a man's needs. It never occureed to her some man might be thinking the same thing-that is, that he might not be capable of satisfying a woman. She had read quite a bit about sex, clinically that is, and there was more than enough of it going on in the movies. Even the R-rated movies were fairly graphic in their portrayal of simulated sex. She also enjoyed going to see foreign films which were quite open and frank where sex was concerned. But Amanda was too afraid to experiment. No, she wasn't afraid of pregnancy. She had been on the Pill for the last two years, strictly as a precaution.
What Amanda didn't realize was that others saw her somewhat differently from the way she saw herself. To begin with, Amanda thought of herself as looking a little like a helpless rabbit, especially when she wrinkled her nose. The truth of the matter was, the closest Amanda ever came to looking like a hare in anyone's eyes was the thought that she was as cute as a bunny. Where she felt her figure was somewhat spare, everyone else looking at her thought she was nicely curved and rounded where a woman ought to be. She was capable of holding her own in political discussions, social discussions, and all kinds of classroom debates, but on the outside, she socialized with no one.
At the moment she was finishing up her last year at the university, and though her roommate in the dorm had tried, time and time again to get Amanda to become socially involved, Amanda had refused. She'd had a different roommate each of her four years in college, and then again in her last year in graduate school. In fact, in graduate school, she'd had three different roommates. The first one hadn't been capable of continuing with graduate school and had dropped out at the end of the first semester. The second one had been openly promiscuous with boys, and the fact that Amanda was a serious student who insisted the dorm was a place for study and not frivolity had irritated said roommate no end, and finally she had switched with another woman who was apparently more interested instudying than she was interested in men. But even though Ruth, her roommmate, was basically a creature intent on making good grades, she was a woman with a certain sex drive, and occasionally gratified her urges. Because she indulged on the outside, Amanda was unaware that Ruth was AC-DC. In spite of Ruth's constant urgings, Amanda refused to start dating.
CHAPTER TWO
It was the night before graduation from graduate school. As far as Ruth was concerned, this was one helluva time for a girl not to have a date.
Ruth was five-feet-four-inches in height, with short blonde hair that she combed in curls, trying to create a somewhat dainty appearance. In her case it was necessary, because Ruth was buxom. She wasn't fat, but she had one heck of a lot of meat in the right places.
Ruth's gray eyes narrowed as she wondered where she might find some action at nine o'clock at night. Oh, yes, no doubt about it. She wanted action. Her wide nose flared at the thought of being involved with a big, juicy cock, but the idea seemed hopeless. She would have settled for another woman at this point. Hell! Studies were over, she had time to kill, and it had been more than a week since her last bit of action.
She was still fully dressed, wearing a tight-fitting pink bouse with a matching skirt, and when Amanda walked into the room, a smile played across Ruth's full lips. If Amanda was all that was available, then the lovely red-haired girl in the green dress would have to do. Besides, Ruth liked the idea of getting her hands on a virgin. It meant Amanda was unused to anything, and she would have no preconceived ideas as to what to feel. Yes, Amanda would do very nicely for tonight.
"What's on the agenda for this evening?" Ruth asked as the two of them stood in the middle of the tiny room.
There was one window against the far wall, and one bed against the right wall, and another against the left wall. There was a desk under the window shared by the two females, and there was a separate chest of drawers at the foot of each bed. The room also had two small closets. All in all, there was very little room for maneuvering, and this suited Ruth perfectly.
"I'm going to wash my hair and then call it a night," Amanda replied, pointing to the tiny cubicle with a toilet and a sink in it. The shower rooms, separate ones for men and women, were at opposite ends of the hall.
"Hey, come on," Ruth muttered. "I think it's time you had a little fun. Here it is, our last night. After tomorrow, we'll probably never see each other again. I think we should celebrate and have something to remember, don't you?"
Amanda sighed, turning her head to stare out the window into the darkened night. Not that she would have been able to see much during the day. The window was in the rear of the building, and as s result overlooked a forest preserve. Still, she preferred that to the scrutiny of the zaftic blonde woman.
"I'd just as soon get to get," she insisted. "Ceremonies start at ten tomorrow, and I want to be fresh and ready."
"Ten in the morning is thirteen hours away," Ruth insisted. "How much sleep do you think you're capable of getting between now and the time you have to leave for the exercises. I mean, you can sleep just so much, Amanda, and then you'll just lie around, awake. What you really need is something to take the edge off your nervousness. Then you'll really be able to sleep, and when you wake up tomorrow, you'll really feel refreshed."
"Ruth, I don't like going out...."
"Who said anything about going out?" Ruth asked. "Honey, I'm going to let you in on something. You're probably the mose desirable woman at the university, if only because no one's ever been able to put hands on you.'"
"You're talking about sex without love," Amanda insisted. "That's something that doesn't interest me."
"Come off it," Ruth insisted. "You're scared of it, but don't say you aren't interested. You're interested, all right. Sex is a way of releasing one's tensions. And don't hand me that crap about not wanting to get pregnant, 'cause I've seen those pills you take."
"I'd really rather not discuss it," Amanda insisted, her heartbeat starting to pick up.
She had the feeling she might be better off getting out of the room for a while, at least until Ruth had cooled off. The only trouble was, Ruth had moved between her and the door.
"I don't want to discuss it either," Ruth told her, draping an arm over her shoulder. "I want to do something about it. I want to do something really good about it. Hon, I'm going to teach you just how relaxing things can be after you've had a good orgasm."
"Ruth I...." and then Amanda gasped as the blonde woman reached up and began massaging her firm breasts. No one, but no one had ever touched Amanda there before.
"Look at the way your nipple popped out when I touched it," Ruth insisted. "Hell! You've been taking those pills as a precaution, just in case something happened. That translates into your wanting something to happen, subconsciously at the very least."
"That's not true...." Amanda gasped.
She was silenced as Ruth turned her toward her and kissed her solidly on the lips. She was so surprised, she didn't resist the tongue that probed between her teeth. Realizing what was happening, Amanda gripped Ruth's shoulders and pulled away from her.
"Don't do that!" Amanda gasped. "That's awful! Sexual contact with another woman is something I want even less than I want something with a man. I told you, I'd like to love a man before I go to bed with him. I'm not pretending to be frigid. Sure I feel things, sure I have wants and needs, but I've never found anyone with whom I'd like...."
"That's impossible to believe," Ruth insisted. "Every man on this campus is hot for your body. Are you telling me you don't care for any of them?"
"A lot of men want anything with a hole in it," Amanda shrugged, her voice revealing the fact that though she was aware of the sexual desire in men, she was also afraid of it.
"Women are also hot for your body, Amanda," Ruth insisted.
Amanda shrugged, pretending indifference, in spite of the fact that her heartbeat had speeded up incredibly, and she was panting. She kept her mouth clamped tightly shut, letting the air escape through her nostrils.
"Don't you understand?" Ruth insistently continued. "After the ceremonies tomorrow, we'll never see one another again. Damn it all, I've had the hots for you evere since I moved in here with you. I can't just leave, knowing you were so close and I did nothing."
"Ruth, please try to understand," Amanda insisted. "I'm just not that kind of girl. I don't want to make it with another woman. To me there's no pleasure in touching and being touched by another woman. All I want is that we remain friends."
"God!" Ruth snorted. "Don't you understand? Every woman is bi-sexual. It's only a matter of degree. But the fact is, every woman can enjoy contact with a woman as well as with a man. I'm not going to lie to you and tell you a woman's more fun than a man. But when there's no man handy, a woman can be lots of fun," she insisted, and moving closer to Amanda, she forced a thigh between those of the lovely redheaded girl, trying to keep her legs apart.
"No, Ruth, no!" Amanda protested in a loud voice. Not that it would do much good since this was an old dorm, built solidly, with plaster walls, and sound barely penetrated.
Ruth's hands were suddenly working on the buttons of Amanda's green dress, and Amanda started pushing the hands away. But the nimble fingers eluded Amanda's, and in less than three seconds the dress was open to the waist.
With the speed of a greased pig Ruth slipped her hands inside the opening, moving them behind the slender red-haired girl's back. Sure fingers unsnapped her brassiere, hoisting the garment up, revealing the firm, cone-shaped pink-tipped white breasts, mounds of delightful alabaster. Amanda realized Ruth was much stronger than she, and any struggling on her part would be futile. At best she would hope for a torn dress. So she stood there, unmoving, until Ruth tugged her over to the left bed, Ruth's bed, and forced her to sit. Amanda sat there rigidly, staring down at her pink, exposed flesh, looking at the somewhat heavy hands of the blonde woman as the latter fondled her pink-pointed spheres.
"Now stop this nonsense and relax." Ruth snapped at Amanda. "The trouble with you, you've been brought up too conventionally. You think sex is good with a man you love, but not good with a man you don't love. Even so, you'd prefer a man you don't love to a woman who does love you. Hell! You know by now that I do love you, Amanda. If it feels good, it is good. That's always been my motto, and you know damn well what I'm doing to you feels good."
Amanda simply sat there, feeling like a wooden mannequin, watching but not feeling, thinking it might as well be happening to someone other than herself for all the sensation she was feeling beyond the initial thrilling shock.
Irritated by the lovely redhead's lack of response, Ruth intensified her caressing. This made Amanda's nipples swell a bit more. Ruth smiled and slid her hands up to grip Amanda's shoulders. She turned the slighter female toward her, then pulled her against her own body, rubbing her own breasts, still covered by her blouse, against the hot-pointed pink tips that were Amanda's throbbing nipples. Looking down, Ruth saw Amanda's nipples thicken and swell even more, turning almost blood-red. Seeing this reaction made Ruth laugh out loud, and she triumphantly peeled off her own blouse and brassiere, tossing everything on the floor near the door.
Amanda stared at the bared breasts of the other woman. She saw the huge light-pink, almost nonexistent areolae and bullseye nipples pop into view. In another moment, the two nipples belonging to Ruth were being held up by Ruth's hands, and they were being pressed and rubbed against her own, and then she saw nothing more as Ruth tilted her head up and their mouths were once more sutured together. At almost the same instant she felt a hand slide under her skirt. It slid up along the delicate inner flesh of her bare thigh.
"Uuuuummmmphhhhh! No! You mustn't ... you mustn't...." the lovely redhead insisted, pulling her face back enough so that the words coming out of her mouth were understandable. But a moment later her voice was once again muffled by Ruth's lips and tongue, invading her own mouth like an overpowering, military force. "Ru' ... s'op ... don' ... wanna...."
"Who the hell do you think you're kidding?" Ruth taunted, her breath having been sweetnened by Clorets just before Amanda had walked in. "You damn well know you want to. You're just too scared to let go!"
The heavier woman's breasts were moving vibrantly and sensuously over the smaller, firmer upthrust mammaries belonging to Amanda, and for the first time in her life, the lovely redhead became aware of a strange, different kind of tingle permeating her body. It was definitely the result of this contact. Combined with the passionate assault on her mouth, Amanda realized the mamarial attack was leaving her breathless.
Then the hand on her thigh suddenly slid under the elastic legband on her panties, snapping her back to reality.
"Ruth!" she all but shrieked, pulling her face away. "What are you trying to do?"
"Honey, all I'm doing is showing you what you've been missing for the last five years. I'm going to teach you how it feels to enjoy."
"Uuuuummmmphhhh ... no ... don't ... hhhmm-mmm phh hhhh!" Amanda gasped as Ruth fervently kissed her mouth. I'm not a lesbian! Oh, God! I've never been one. I know I'm not. I've never had anything to do with men, but that doesn't mean I want something to do with women. I don't want this!
The sexy buxom blonde's exploring fingers had snaked into the soft, warm pelt that sparsely covered Amanda's pubic mound. Amanda felt the fingers seemingly glide across her pubis as if counting the hairs one by one. The fingers dipped into the crevice, touching the pouting outer labia at the same time, and then slid tantalizingly between her inner lips before probing at the secret chasm they covered.
"Ohhhhh ... yesssss...." the lovely blonde hissed. "The cunt! The hot, tight, wet cunt, so sweet and tasty!" Her finger slipped in and out of the oily recess.
The knowing stroking continued, the finger rubbing back and forth, and Amanda felt a mounting wetness as her vaginal glands began to automatically respond with a flow of lubrication. Amanda had never felt this slippery kind of ooze coming from within her, before. Her sense of reality was starting to fade and she was almost beyond the point of objecting. Something at the back of her mind insisted she try at least one more time to escape from this perversion.
She made a final effort. Tugging her lips free from the voraciously sucking mouth of the other woman, she gasped out, "Ruth, for the love of heaven, don't do this!"
"Why not?" Ruth insisted. "Stop acting so prissily. You know damn well you like what you're feeling. You want more of it. I can feel your cunt getting wetter and wetter, begging for more of my fingers. Hell! I'll bet your pussy would love to feel my mouth glued to it, or even asking for my own pussylips to kiss it. I'll bet you'd love feeling my hairy lower lips massaging yours. You'll go ape when we rub clitorises against each other."
"You're mad!" Amanda gasped.
"Mad enough to fuck the both of us into oblivion until tomorrow," Ruth insisted.
Amanda shivered, wincing at each word. It wasn't that she was one of those prim, prudish girls who had never heard such words. Like any modern college girl she heard them daily. But to have them used this way; to hear them uttered by another woman whose mouth was pressed heatedly against hers, and to understand they applied to something about to happen to her was terribly disturbing.
"No-no-no-no-no...." was all she was able to manage before Ruth kissed her again. When Ruth's mouth lifted from hers, she said, "This is wrong, Ruth, we souldn't be doing this."
"You sound like someone from the Victorian Age when women wore dresses down to the ground and a glimpse of ankle was shocking," Ruth taunted. "Making love and having sex isn't wrong. Smoking is wrong. Drinking is wrong. Taking drugs, killing, stealing ... all these things are wrong. But fucking? Fucking is right. Fucking is good. Didn't we just agree that if something feels good it is good?"
Amanda didn't recall making any such agreement. But at the moment her head felt as if it were filled with feathers. Any protest she might voice would be overridden by the stronger woman.
The finger inside her virginal tunnel was trying to shove its way a bit deeper now. She felt it pushing between sensitive inner walls in a channel that had heretofore been unentered.
"You have no cherry," Ruth snorted. "If you're as pristine as you've been leading us to believe, how come there's no cherry?"
"I use tampons," Amanda gasped. "The first one broke my hymen."
"Yeah, that figures," Ruth nodded, accepting the explanation.
She pushed her fingers even more deeply into Amanda's vagina, and the palm of the blonde woman was pressing against the sparsely furred outer lips of Amanda's cunt, the heel rubbing up and down against a clitoris that had never before been titillated.
"You have a divine pussy," Ruth insisted, her breath washing hotly against the lovely redhead's neck. "So tight, so hot, so filled with the sticky juices of love."
There was pleasure now, much as Amanda resented what was being done to her, she was unable to deny the responses of her body to the expert caressing that was taking place. Her thighs were spread as far apart as possible, and she was aware she was pushing upward against invading fingers. Without wanting to, she found herself churning her buttocks, and a moan escaped from between her lips, making her aware of the need inside her.
"Admit it," Ruth insisted, demanded in fact, a sly smile crossing her lips. "It feels good doesn't it?"
"Yes, but...."
"Anh, anh, anh, no buts," Ruth insisted, making Amanda lie back on the bed, skillfully pulling off her dress and brassiere as she did so. "God! You have such nice tits!"
"Please!" Amanda gasped.
"Honey, relax, take it easy. Don't blush when you hear someone compliment you, especially if it's the truth. These jugs of yours are a prime asset. Instead of being ashamed of them, capitalize on them, make use of them. Men and women both love white tits with pink areolae like yours. They like to feel the white mounds of flesh and the love sucking the pink nipples. You're lucky you have me for a friend, Amanda. I'm going to teach you how to make other people pay for the privilege of enjoying you. Not with cash. Hell! You're no whore! Besides, money can be spent, and then it's gone. No, I'll teach you to make men pay with favors and influence. But the time has come for me to get in on the action a little."
The thick, mouthy oral lips pressed themselves against the coolness of Amanda's breasts, feeling burning hot. The lips were like hungry little animals suddenly discovering the most delectable fruit they had ever come across. The were moist, hot, knowing, and the tantalizing tongue behind them added to the fantasic sensation.
Amanda moaned, her eyes following the gray-eyed gaze of the other woman to her breasts.
"You like that, don't you, Amanda," Ruth said.
"Y-yes," Amanda admitted, ashamed to do so. "I've never let anyone do it before, not any of the men or boys who wanted to."
The blonde woman almost laughed out loud. "Men or boys! Honey, what the hell do they know about sucking tit? Do they have tits? Believe me, it takes a woman to understand precisely what it is another woman is feeling."
Amanda thought about that without knowing why, and all the while the blonde woman's heavy fingers continued teasing her breasts, pushing them together, rubbing them arousingly against one another while the lips and tongue sucked and licked the nipples in turn, making them swell into rosy, throbbing points. What bothered Amanda was that Ruth seemed to be making sense, because her body was throbbing with stimulation, stimulation she had never felt before.
Was there even the barest possibility that she was a lesbian? It was patently obvious, at least to Amanda, that Ruth was definitely what the men termed a dyke. But Amanda had always taken it for granted that she never wanted anything to do with a woman in this respect. Now Amanda began to wonder if it was possible that deep down she was a lesbian, and this was the reason why she had never wanted to have sex with men. Suddenly it became vitally important for her to find out. She had to know for sure.
Shutting her mind firmly against the voice at the back of her brain that was continually warning her against something like this, she allowed her own hands to slide in front of her and fill themselves with the weight of Ruth's breasts.
"How firm they are," Amanda said out loud. "Odd!"
Ruth, who had been lightly kissing Amanda's shoulders, lifted her head and looked Amanda in the eye, asking, "Why is it odd that my breasts are firm?"
"Well, they're so large, so full," Amanda replied. "I would think that breasts this large would hang."
Ruth winked at her, then leaned down and filled her mouth with Amanda's breast. She sucked for a moment, then pulled her lips back, nibbling on the nipples before she said, "I've been into all kinds of exercise all my life. Hate it like hell, but I know if I ever stop doing it, I'll get fat. As long as I want the ladies and the gentlemen to enjoy this body of mine, I have to make the sacrifice and exercise. Sometimes what we want to do has to take a back seat to what we have to do."
Amanda simply nodded, aware of the firmness, yet of the softness of the two gigantic mammaries attached to Ruth's shapely body. She stared at the firm mountains of flesh and wondered what it would be like to suck on them, curious how it would feel to have a nipple in her mouth. She felt herself caught up as if in a dream, reaching out, rubbing a palm against the nearest flat, quarter-sized nipple. Her fingers curled around the thrust of the massive globe, her palm massaging, making the other woman grunt with pleasure.
This was all so strange and different to her. It never once occurred to her that she would be having her initial sexual encourter with a woman. Certainly when Ruth had first joined her in the semi-private room in the dorm, she would never have believed anything like this was possible. Had there been the least little inkling of something like this happening, Amanda probably would have run screaming into the night. Yet here she was, half-naked, the other woman half-naked as well, her mouth slowly but surely moving toward the breasts that looked to be as large as the Grand Tetons.
Then her lips were pressing softly against one of the spongy spheres and tasting the female flesh as her nostrils inhaled the dab of perfume Ruth always placed between her mammaries. There was a saltiness to it, revealing Ruth had been perspiring a little, anxious in order to make Amanda respond. Amanda's tongue licked dreamily down one creamy slope, washing over the circle of almost colorless areola, finally coming to the nipple, itself. She tongued it to life. She was surprised at how rapidly it swelled beneath the pressure of her lips, and she pulled the nubbin into her mouth, sucking on it instinctively, as she must have done at her mother's breast when she had been a baby. The blonde woman moaned and groaned, drawing her breath in sharply as the redhead's mouth tightened on the tender flesh and sucked firmly.
Stroking her free hand down Amanda's slender back, the blonde allowed her fingers to ease under the elastic waistband of the lovely red-haired woman's panties in order to stroke the firmness of her rounded young asscheeks. Fingers kneaded and explored, touching the crevices and joints where Amanda's thighs were joined to her body, moving around to the front in order to assist her other hand as it continued its consistent attack on the sparsely furred mound of love. Ruth's palm pushed against the thickness of Amanda's pouting labia while fingers sank tantalizingly deep into the lubricious tunnel beyond.
"You have such a nice, tight, pretty pussy," Ruth remarked. "Even the hair around it is so soft, so silky, so delicate. I've noticed it in the shower room. Haven't you ever noticed how often I go to the showers when you're there? Just the sight of that fuzz-covered cunt of yours always got me hot and bothered. The idea that you might be secretly allowing some man to plunder it without giving any of it to me used to make me seethe."
"You didn't have a thing to worry about," Amanda sighed, suddenly surprised at how lust-filled her own voice had become, a huskiness in it she had never heard before. "I didn't let anyone touch me ... until now!"
"Yes, until now!" Ruth reaffirmed. "I'm the first, I'm the one who has you."
The blonde woman's laugh was lascivious as two fingers were now plunging deeper and deeper into Amanda's never-before-probed vagina. The thrusting fingers pushed in a little harder, and little deeper, starting new kinds of fires in Amanda, fires the would consume her if they weren't quickly quenched.
Without realizing precisely how she had suddenly moved, Amanda found herself lying flat on her back with Ruth spread out on top of her. The contact of belly and thighs was maddening. Without wanting to, she put her arms around the blonde woman, slipping her hands under the skirt waistband, and the panties beneath. She pushed them down over the widely flaring hips of the lovely blonde, shoving them just below Ruth's knees. Somehow Ruth managed to kick free of the entire tangle and press herself even closer, molding her firm but rounded belly against the completely flat stomach of the tiny redhead. The blonde forest between Ruth's solidly tubular thighs rubbed against the soft red fuzz between Amanda's loins, all but shocking the lovely girl, fascinating her. She shut her eyes as the blonde woman's mouth locked firmly on hers and a hot tongue once again invaded her mouth, this time conquering it in a sizzling, soul-stirring kiss.
Still holding the lovely girl's lips captive, Ruth reached down with her hands, wildly tearing at her panties, dragging the wispy nylon down the smooth-flanked legs, baring the meager hairs of auburn and the long-glistening pink slit they topped. Breaking the kiss rather suddenly, she sat back to examine her prize. Parting the plump labia with her thumbs, she licked her lips licentiously, staring at the pink-petaled glory that was Amanda's vagina.
Doubts began pouring through Amanda's mind as she realized at this moment how totally naked and vulnerable she had become before the wildly continuing onslaught of Ruth's practiced and determined hands. She was helpless against the woman's lips, powerless against the rampaging split between Ruth's thighs. This was wrong ... wasn't it? Masking love to another woman seemed so unnatural, so totally evil. How was it possible for her to be sprawled here on the floor, naked and shameless while another woman's hungry mouth and expert fingers did dissolute and degrading things to her?
Amanda would have been shocked had not a thought suddenly crossed her mind at that moment. It dispelled her fears because the idea seemed so amusing. Her parents were now divorced, but her father had always thought of her as his special little baby whom no man would touch before the right time. Well, no man was touching her, but her father would be shocked out of his senses were he to see his shy, helpless young daughter suddenly involved in a sordid relationship with another woman. The mere idea turned her totally wanton for the moment, causing her to arch upward and surge against the more voluptuous body moving to take total control of her.
The feel of the blonde's thick-thatched pussy pressing against the sparseness between her own slender thighs caused Aanda to gasp out loud, "My God! You're so wet down there!"
"So are you," Ruth replied. "But my wetness is all for you, honey, just as your wetness is for me," and lowering her head, Ruth began tonguing the pink tips of Amanda's firm breasts, while at the same time she continued rubbing her steaming crevice against the lovely girl's tight young pussy.
Amanda moaned and stroked her hands down the soft, supple white back of the blonde, asking, "Have you done this with many girls?"
"Lots and lots of girls," Ruth admitted unashamedly. "Sometimes I've done it with two other girls at the same time. Once it was even with more than two." , Amanda's staring eyes opened wide, making her look that much more innocent. "Two girls at once? More than two? Is it possible?"
Possible and factual," Ruth replied. "I can't even remember how many women we had that one night. But I can tell you right now, it was an orgy with only females present." She undulated her vaginal labia so that they split wide open and proceeded to engulf and totally encompass the pouting vaginal lips of her roommate. "We were like animals, grinding our cunts against each others' pussies, faces and breasts. I handled four women at once, one rubbing her cunt against mine while she was sitting on top of me, two others sitting on me, one on each tit, forcing my nipples into their cunts, and a fourth sitting on my face, letting me suck her."
"I can't believe it!" Amanda gasped.
"You'll believe it when something like that happens to you." Ruth assured her. "Hell! The only thing more pleasurable than making love to a lot of women is making love with a lot of men. Once you begin becoming accustomed to cock, you fall in love with it, and you take it into every orifice in your body. Hell! I've even had men fucking me in both my ears while I sucked on a third cock.
"Please!" Amanda gasped. "Don't talk to me about things like that. I don't want to hear about it! You have me on fire, burning up, in need of love. Now either make love to me, or let's forget this whole sordid business."
There was a film of perspiration on Amanda's lovely brow, and it extended to cover her full breasts and slender thighs though she was barely aware of it. Her body began wriggling and turning, twisting and churning as Ruth's thick-lipped vagina rotated noisily, suckingly against her own, smearing its hot stickness all over her pubic flesh. Amanda smelled the arousing scent of oils oozing from the cunt of the other woman, mingling with her own. Her keen nostrils were even able to detect the subtle differences in their aromas. The oils mingling on their vaginas was soaking right through her pubic curls, making them form clusters of damp ringlets all over her pelvis.
Ruth's entire body, from her oversized mammaries to the sleekness of her powerful white thighs, weighed heavily on Amanda, but Amanda found herself endowed with a strength she had never previously known herself to possess, and the pressure was unnoticeable, lost when compared to the weight of feeling in the burning, lusting glade that was striving to hungrily devour her swollen vagina.
She gasped, suddenly aware of a strange pressure, and it occurred to her she was feeling Ruth's clitoris-much larger and thicker than her own-touching hers, teasing and jolting it into response. The tension in her groin was tightening like a winding watch coil ... a coil that was tautly stretched.
Ruth's tongue suddenly seemed to slice right into her mouth, silencing her. Ruth's hands firmly gripped the fullness of her breasts, having moved up from her cunt. They squeezed and fondled until the two hills of flesh felt as if fires had been lit within, the heat radiating to every other part of her body.
Another fire was raging inside her. This one was in the wet depths of her dripping vagina, and a flooding quantity of sexual juices were pouring out of her. The scent of the strongly pungent secretions aroused Amanda all the more. The redheaded girl arched her slender back to increase the contact of the delightful vaginal caress, feeling her secretions continuing to blend with those of the blonde woman as their cuntlips seemed to become glued together in scortching mindless passion. She was aflame with wanton desire.
Her hands ran down Ruth's back, fingers lingering on the sturdy white flesh and gripping the swollen, meaty buttocks to urge the woman into more and more vigorous efforts. Amanda didn't know why she was responding this way. She did know she was unable to help herself, and that she seemingly had no choice.
The tingling taking place inside her body let her know she was starting to build to new heights. All this frenetic churning was creating some definite positive results within her, and she wondered if she would achieve an initial orgasm this way. But things didn't quite happen that way. It was Ruth who stiffened and shuddered, her body jerking up and down, shuddering, clutching the beautful redhead in a vice-like grip as she spasmed, reaching a roaring climax.
Limp, exhaused, out of breath, the heavier woman rolled off Amanda. The redhead lay there, also out of breath for the moment, but more because of Ruth's weight on top of her than anything else. She lay on her back with a knot of unfulfilled passion lying like a lump of lead in her belly, dully staring at the ceiling. As far as she was concerned, lesbian love left quite a bit to be desired. Though Ruth had managed to fulfill herself, she, Amanda, remained tense and nervous.
"Hey, you didn't come, did you!" Ruth said.
It was a statement, not a question. Even so, it required an answer.
"No," Amanda replied somewhat listlessly. "I guess it proves that lesbian love is not something meant for me."
Ruth smiled at her, then lifted herself up on one elbow and stared at the redheaded girl lying beside her. After a while, she began softy laughing and shaking her head as she said, "All it proves is that it takes a little longer for you to come than for me. Hell! The reasons for that are manifold. To begin with, orgasm is something a woman has to learn. It doesn't come as naturally to her as it does to a man. But once she does learn, it's something she'll enjoy for the rest of her life. You simply haven't learned how to climax yet. Very probably you have a little genie hiding in the back of your mind telling you how wrong all this is, and this, more than anything else is the cause for your not learning to come. Once you stop feeling pangs of conscience and commit yourself to really enjoying sex, you won't have any trouble."
"How much more can I commit myself to sex?" Amanda asked. "I mean, you said something about there being nothing better than a penis. Should I go out and find one and experiment?"
"Don't be ridiculous," Ruth replied. "Though you will probably find climaxing easier with a penis inside you, the important thing is to learn to climax without a good cock. If you can do that, then you'll come like a shot any time a man's prick invades your cunt. What you have to do is open your mind to sex completely. You have to commit yourself to performing sexual deeds. You'll find that climaxing often results in the doing as well as being done to."
"Just what are you suggesting now?" Amanda asked, inwardly almost desperate to come, wanting to discover the glories of orgasm.
She watched as the blonde lay back down, spreading her tantalizingly white thighs, displaying her blonde-bearded mound.
"Sex is more than fucking and being fucked." Ruth explained. "It requires the use of the five senses. You have to do more than merely look and sniff. You have to feel, you have to hear, and most important of all, you have to taste."
"You want me to taste you?" Amanda asked.
"What I want at this juncture is unimportant," Ruth insisted. "It's what you want that counts."
"I want to come," Amanda insisted, surprised at her own frankness. But then, she had always been honest with herself. There was nothing wrong with her being honest with someone else. She did want to come.
"Well then, the important thing for you is to get yourself heated to the point where, when you have your cunt touched, kissed, or even fucked, you come like a shot. To do that, you have to give of yourself. Since I'm the only other person here, all I'm suggesting is that you go down on me."
"Go down?"
"Rub my cunt with your mouth. Use your tongue to slick my split. Make the clitoris rigid, then suck it between your lips. Keep doing it until you feel my juices splash into your own mouth. By the time you're swallowing pussy oil, you'll know if your body is ready for action, and if it is, then I'll do the same thing for you, and I guarantee, you'll come, honey, you'll come."
With her legs still spread, the blonde woman undulated her belly and the gleaming tea-rose gash at its base seemed to dilate and contract, pulsing obscenely. Amanda stared at it as if hypnotized, looking at a drop of transparent fluid rolling slowly down the length of one plump, blood-bloated labius.
CHAPTER THREE
Ruth laughed and lifted her bottom off the mattress in order to allow Amanda an unimpeded view of the pinkish-red cavern at the lower end of her gelatinous furrow. The fanning movement of uplifted kneeds caused the wanton scent of woman-in-heat to drift directly toward Amanda, and the redhead felt a strange weakness fill her as an even stranger compulsion to obey Ruth flickered in her brain.
Watching the expression on the lovely girl's charming face, Ruth decided to take full advantage of the confusion and indecision her countenance reflected. She said, "You're going to do it, aren't you, Amanda! You're going to take this first step in order to commit yourself to the discovery of total physical delight. You're going to complete this experiment if only to find out if I'm speaking the truth."
In a mesmeric trance she seemd unable to break, Amanda nodded and moved so that she was between the firm white pillars of the somewhat more rounded female. She stared in wonderment at the wide-open vagina, at the whiteness of the pouting out lips, discernible in spite of the lush growth of blonde hair. There were the two ribbons of inner labia, so richly pink, pulled slightly apart by the spread of Ruth's thighs. At the base of the pink inner lips was that mysterious womanly cavern, that notorious fount of femininity.
Droplets of oil clung to the glistening blonde hairs, and Amanda felt her face flush as she stared at them. She wondered if she was looking at her own oils or Ruth's. When her mouth touched that nest of hair, would she be tasting her own secretions, or those of the other woman? Porbably a mixture of both! She was unable to decide whether that attracted or repulsed her. Perspiration formed on her upper lip and she licked at it without being aware of it as she bent toward the cleft.
Deep down, Amanda wondered why she was about to do this. Did she really want to perform this perversion? Still, she had to find out for herself, once and for all, if she was capable of enjoying lesbianism as much as Ruth claimed she would.
"Come on," Ruth urged. "Straight up my thighs, and you'll find your reward in the hot swamp between them."
Squirming her buttocks forward, the blonde woman draped both legs over Amanda's shoulders, as if letting her know she was imprisoned and unable to do anything else. She offered the fleshy insides of her thighs for Amanda's adoration.
Amanda's lips and tongue began kissing and licking, inching their way up the velvety skin of the inner thighs, her nostrils filled with the dizzying aroma rising from the woman's steaming genitals. As the liquescent cove at which she was staring seemingly became hotter in anticipation of the approaching lips, so did the pungent aroma become more powerful and a trickle of honeyed juices began oozing down the narrow strip of flesh between vagina and ass.
The limbs encircling Aanada's neck tightened as a signal for her to continue moving closer. Obeying without a thought, the lovely redhead slid her palms under the plump asscheeks of the other woman, tilting the pelvis and lifting the palpitating cavity up to her lips.
"Thatta girl!" Ruth encourage. "I'll bet you're a natural pussy eater. Go down on it, honey!"
The words meant nothing to Amanda at this point. Her mouth settled on the engorged labia hidden in the thickness of the mossy blonde brush.
"I can come two dozen times once I get started," Ruth announced. "And honey, you've got me started." Her legs tightened even more.
CHAPTER FOUR
It had been the strangest night of Amanda's young life. She ought to have detested it, but she didn't. No, she never did come-not really. Ruth hadn't gone down on her, at all. She had made Ruth climax eight times in all, the last seven with her mouth pasted to Ruth's vagina. Doing it, had, for some reason, made her feel a perverse sense of satisfaction, though she knew she would never willingly do such a thing again.
The one thing that did happen to Amanda was a continuing flow of vaginal oil coming from within each time she lay down. She had to sleep with a sanitary napkin in order to keep herself from dripping all over the bed she slept in. This was the bed at home, home being a small town in rural Pennsylvania. She lived in an apartment with her mother, a woman as tiny as herself, and whom she resembled a great deal. Her mother was divorced now, but from time to time she ran to the hospital when Amanda's father "fell off the wagon" and was put in the alcoholics ward.
But Amanda soon realized she didn't want to go on living with her mother. She wanted privacy, total privacy, and it soon became evident to her that her need for privacy was based on the hope of being with a man and finding out if it was any better than being with Ruth. She hoped so. Otherwise, she would discover that she was not homosexual, but not heterosexual. That would leave neuter, and somehow Amanda didn't feel she was a neuter.
In the middle of July, Amanda told her mother of her desire to have her own apartment, and her mother acquiesced. After all, Amanda was twenty-two years old and perfectly capable of making her own decision. Besides, Amanda's mother was starting to date other men and wanted privacy of her own. Unlike Amanda, her mother was fully knowledgeable where sex was concerned, and she enjoyed a small fling now and again.
So Amanda got her own apartment, but as soon as she was moved in, she realized she was still reluctant to either initiate anything between herself and some male, or even appear eager should some male approach her.
Amanda was signed up to be a teacher at the local elementary school in the fall. But it was mid-summer, and having saved money from the odd jobs she had done while in school, she had enough to carry her through until September, if she was somewhat frugal. So she took to spending her days on the beach. Because she was so fair-skinned, she brought a large beach umbrella, so that the sun never played on her for any length of time. As a result, she not only avoided sunburn, but managed to keep her skin as white as ever while sitting around all day in a skimpy bikini. It was the blue bikini which made all the male beachgoers aware of the fact that for such a tiny girl she was exceedingly well-endowed.
It also brought her to the attention of Ambrose Wallace. Ambrose Wallace was a well-to-do neer-do-well. He was what once would have been described as a man-about-town, which meant a man with enough money so that he didn't have to do anything to make a living. Ambrose Wallace fitted into that category perfectly.
When he was twenty-one, Ambrose Wallace inherited a fortune from his grandfather. The man, for some reason, had hated Ambrose's father-his own son-and Ambrose assumed it was because his father had married his mother, someone socially unacceptable to the oldest Wallace.
Ambrose himself had never gotten along too well with his parents. His father was a hard worker and wanted Ambrose to be the same. When the boy had refused, the father had tossed him out of the house and Ambrose had run to grandpa who had taken him in. It had tickled the old man to see his grandson becoming a rakehell. He had died when Ambrose had been seventeen, and a trust fund had seen to Ambrose's comfort until the youth had come of age. Then the entire fortune had been put at Ambrose's disposal.
Oddly enough, Ambrose was not quite as dense as his father had believed, and as a result, the youth had managed to make some good investments and each year increased the size of the fortune left him. He moved to Pennsylvania, to a coastal city, and there, not too far from the beach, built his own private mansion. For though Ambrose was intelligent, he was still a rakehell. There had been times when he had thrown wild orgies, enjoying coutless women at once. But he finally tired of all that, especially since the men who came to his parties did so merely because they liked what he had to offer, and not because they liked him. The women came hoping for expensive presents, and in the beginning he hadn't disappointed them. But it finally dawned on Ambrose that no one liked him for himself. So he decided it would be more fun to enjoy the women one by one, holding out some kind of expensive "carrot" to entice them to his mansion, and there, he would enjoy abusing them sexually until he tired of them. Then he would offer them enough money to make sure they'd keep their mouths shut, and turn them loose. He was smart enough to make certain the money didn't come to them all at once. Rather he sent them so much a month for a certain period of time, and by the end of that time, they had been disassociated from him long enough so that they would have no legal leg to stand on if they tried taking him to court, claiming abuse.
Ambrose was now thirty-four years old. He wasn't too tall, about five-feet-seven-inches, with sandy brown hair, a pleasant-enough face, and a firm body. He'd found it necessary to train himself in a martial arts school to protect himself from the women when they became overly angry at the way he abused them. Some of them became extremely violent, attacking him with fireplace pokers and the like. He enjoyed the violence, because it gave him an opportunity to handle the women with a certain amount of vehemence. When a woman didn't struggle, he found it no fun. Not that it deterred him from having his way. But when they didn't fight him off, he didn't try to hurt them, either.
More than one woman came back, begging for more. Certain they were merely after more money, Ambrose had pointedly ignored them, always looking for a fresh woman. What he was really looking for was a woman, just one, who would love him for himself, and with whom he'd be able to share his life. But those women whom he found possibly fitting into that category were never intrigued enough by him to visit his masion in the first place.
Then he saw Amanda.
She was lying on the beach, beneath her umbrella, as always, and Ambrose, who almost never awoke before ten in the morning, had been up early that day to see someone about a real estate investment. Back home now, he took out his telescope, the one he had ostensibly purchased to do some star-gazing, and he let it wander along the beach, looking at the sexy bodies of the various women, all of them with boy friends. All but one! All but the little carrot-topped girl in the blue bikini with the nice breasts and the curvy body. She was alone and stayed alone.
Though he let his telescope move back and forth, Ambrose continually returned it to where Amanda lay sprawled in the shade of the beach umbrella. She had brought some books with her, and she read them with her back propped against the umbrella pole. She was an avid reader, and from what Ambrose was able to determine, because his telescope was high-powered, she read classics, the great philosphers, and occasionally, corny romantic fiction.
For almost a week Ambrose got up early and watched through his telescope, noting Amanda came every morning, stayed for six hours, then left. Men often stopped to talk to her, but from the way she shook her head, it was obvious she was declining one invitation after the other. Odd! Here was an intelligent, beautiful female, and in Ambrose's eyes Amanda looked more beautiful every day. She was obviously a romantic, and yet wanted nothing to do with men who continually stopped by and tried dating her. Was it possible she had a boyfriend out of town and she was waiting for him to return?
Ambrose decided to do a little research, and he called an investigation agency he used for various and sundry reasons, and when they sent a man over, he pointed to Amanda through his telescope and said, "Her! Find out what you can, as quickly as you can."
Two days, and five hundred dollars, later, Ambrose knew that Amanda's last name was Rose. It amused him. Amanda Rose-Ambrose, almost twin-sounds. If he were superstitious, he might think there was some kind of omen in that. But no, he was not superstitious. He was practical.
Amanda Rose had no boyfriends. She had just finished graduate school, she was going to become a teacher in the fall. No, she had no record of former boyfriends either. From her last roommmate it was learned Amanda Rose was in all probability still a virgin, though the roommmate was able to reliably report that Amanda had no hymen since she used tampons. She was shy and stayed to herself.
Ambrose smiled to himself. A virgin? Was it possible in this day and age that a twenty-two-year-old virgin still existed? Hmmm? Well now, this would really be something. Ambrose had never known a virgin, and the idea of finding a female totally ignorant when it came to sex was absolutely delightful.
There were so many different ways to corrupt her. Why, she might be of interest for as much as a month, perhaps six weeks. He had known only one girl who had interested him for two months. She had been an oriental orphan who had worked in a Vietnamese whorehouse from the time she was nine. When Ambrose had met her, she was nineteen, had been in the states for ten years, and had been used by various businessmen to help further certain deals. But at nineteen she was too old for certain depraved businessmen who liked playing with young girls, and so she had been given a few thousand dollars and turned loose. Ambrose had met her a few weeks later, and he had spirited her away to his mansion where he had practiced all kinds of sexual art forms on her, only to discover she had known more than he. So he had kept her with him for two months. He might have kept her longer, but a business acquaintance of his met her and flipped over her, and so Ambrose and "given" her to him in exchange for what would eventually be a deal that would net Ambrose close to a million dollars. The girl, in the meanwhile, was being treated like a princess, and would someday in the future retire with a fortune of her own.
Ah, but here was the perfect kind of amusement to replace the oriental girl. A virgin! Yes indeed!
CHAPTER FIVE
"Good afternoon, allow me to introduce myself," the muscular man said to Amanda as she sat on her beach blanket under her umbrella, reading the latest concoction of interpretations concerning Freud and Jung. "My name is Ambrose Wallace, and I live in that dreary-looking edifice you see in the distance."
"So?" Amanda asked, appraising him at a glance as being not very interesting or appealing. He was wearing green Bermuda shorts, a multi-colored short-sleeved shirt, and tan sandals. His forearms were like Popeye's, and he had powerful calves. He was almost squat-looking because he was so short. Well, he wasn't that short. He was taller than her own father had been
-still was, for all she knew. She hadn't seen him in years.
Ambrose hadn't known what to expect when introducing himself to the girl but he had decided to be prepared for any kind of reaction. He smiled, and said, "I understand you'll be taking up teaching at our elementary school in the fall."
"You own it?" she asked sardonically, not curious how he knew about her.
Amanda didn't know why, but the sight of this man rubbed her the wrong way. She had never been this curt with another human being in her life. But there was something disturbing about him.
"Not exactly," he told her. "But I'm one of those financiers who helps keep the place running with a friendly donation now and then," he explained. "As a matter-of-fact, I've been thinking of making a sizable donation to help enlarge the English department."
"Well, I'm going to be an elementary teacher," Amanda told him, "which means I'll be teaching all different subjects."
"Yes, I know," he nodded. "However, with schools getting smaller because of the reduced quantity of students, they're thinking of combining elementary and intermediate schools again, and I was wondering if you might consider it not too far fetched, sometime in the future, to join the English department."
"That was always my major," Amanda admitted.
"Yes, well I was wondering if you were qualified to eventually head the English department," he shrugged.
"If this is a line, it's certainly a novel one," Amanda admitted. "I've never been approached this way before."
"I'm quite serious, Miss Rose," he told her. "You see, I'll also be on the planning commission when a new wing for the school is begun next spring. I already have a small model of what the new wing will look like." He did, as a matter-of-fact, but only because, having learned about Amanda, he had contrived to have the architect make a duplicate of the small mock-up he had prepared previously. "In two years time the wing will be finished, and by then you'll have had all the experience necessary."
"Why me?" Amanda asked, not noticing he knew her name.
"My telling you would hardly sound adequate," he explained. "However, if you'll permit, I'd like to show you. As I said, my house is right over there, less than two miles away, plainly visible. If you feel unafraid to walk into a lion's den in the early afternoon, please come along with me."
"Phrased that way, you've piqued my curiosity," she nodded. "Are you some kind of lion, Mr. Wallace?"
"A terrible one," he nodded. "I'm going to do all kinds of wicked and horrible things once I've lured you inside."
Amanda smiled at that. He had a sense of humor. So few people in this day and age were able to make her smile.
"How can I refuse an invitation like that?" she asked. "Shall I phone the police to keep an eye out for me?"
"By all means," he nodded. "You can use the phone in my car."
He nodded toward the Rolls-Royce plainly visible in the parking lost not too far away. Amanda rose and was about to gather her blanket and her umbrella.
"Leave it," he told her. "I'll have everything picked up and brought to your apartment, later."
It never occurred to her to wonder how he knew she lived in an apartment. Just as she was certain his interest in her was purely academic. Short men usually preferred tall women. It gave them a feeling of superiority to know they were "mastering" such women. Besides, if his interest in her was sexual, he would have been blatantly leering like all the other men who tried dating her.
Not that Amanda ruled out sex completely. She knew she was at an age where it was permissible to have a sexual relationship, in fact almost mandatory to do so, with a responsible person. But why would a man like this, who had a Rolls-Royce, and who obviously was capable of buying just about any woman he wanted, be interested in someone as relatively plain as she. For Amanda thought herself to be as plain as Ambrose thought her lovely.
Smiling, and without realizing it, turning on all kinds of signals in Ambrose with that smile, she walked with him toward his car. Had she thought a little more carefully, she would have realized how unorthodox it was for a man interested in a school project to approach her in July with an offer to make her head of the English department when she had not even done any substitute teaching, much less regular teaching. Perhaps, subconsciously, she was hoping for something physical to offset the horrible experience she had undergone with Ruth. Now that she looked back on it, it was a horrible experience. Her body had been built to a fevered pitch, and had been left hanging a multitude of times while she had helped Ruth "get off" so many times. She was certain that if anyone ever learned of that horrible affair, she would be marked as pure lesbian. Amanda was so intent on scrubbing that idea from her mind, she was subconsciously willing to do anything to offset it. This, in all probability, was what blinded her to the various faults in the proposition this man had put forth to her.
They got into his car, and she was surprised he didn't have a chauffeur. A car like this seemed to cry out for a chauffeur. Still, the world was filled with eccentrics.
He drove her directly to his house, then ushered her inside, and when she was unaware, used the electronic doorlocks which prevented anyone from opening the doors leading outside. It also sealed off all the windows with a thick layer of plasti-shield.
Amanda was awed at the look of the house. From the outside it had resembled a Victorian mansion. Inside, it was modern in every respect, with high ceilings and large, airy rooms. When a man had as much money as Ambrose, he didn't worry about the cost of heating such a home, nor did he worry about the electric bill.
The carpeting was plush, though the colors were different from those she would have chosen. The furniture in the various rooms was modern, heavy, very masculine. Amanda would have preferred more traditional furniture, each room styled in a different motif.
He led her directly to his huge den, a room with shelved walls and a large desk at one end. At the other end, on a table, lay the model for the new school wing. This made Amanda less suspicious than ever, also making her wonder what kind of kook she had encountered. Why was he willing to spend so much money on a school?
Finally, out of sheer exasperation, she said to him, "Why are you showing all this to me here and now? I mean, I can understand you looking for someone suitable to head up the English department, but what made you select me?"
Smiling, he led her into the next room, a room where he had entertained all his other women. Not once had he taken them upstairs to a bedroom, even when they lived with him-except for the Vietnamese girl. He had given her a guest bedroom next to his when she had been with him a month. But this was the room where all other women who had lived with him stayed.
"Care for a drink?" he asked, motioning to her to sit on the green sofa that would open into a bed at the touch of a button.
"I don't drink," she replied.
"I forgot," he nodded. "Because of your father...."
"How did you know?" Amanda asked, suddenly feeling a chill as she realized she hadn't put on her terrycloth robe. In fact, she had left it in the car, and all this time she had been standing before him in the briefest of bikinis.
"I know all about you, Amanda," he replied, his eyes glittering. This was the moment he always relished the most-seeing the horror on their faces when he told them waht he intended doing to them. Yes!
Amanda saw the gleam in his eyes and wondered if there were something wrong with this man. He didn't look normal. She remembered that glazed look in her father's eye when he got drunk, and she wondered if he was a drinking man.
"I'll be blunt and to the point," he told her. "I want your body. I want it in every conceivable way, using every usable opening."
"Sure," she shrugged, unable to believe he was serious. "And I want a million dollars."
"A million is a bit high," he smirked. "However, when I'm finished with you, I'm certain we can come to some kind of amicable arrangement, such as making you the head of the English department, as I promised earlier. You'll earn quite a bit more than as a mere teacher."
"I hope you think all this is as funny as I do," Amanda insisted.
"Why is it no girl every believes me at first?" he asked. "I hate being laughed at. In your own way, that's precisely what you're doing, Amanda. It means I'm going to have to teach you a lesson. By the time I'm through with you, you'll love everything I do to you, but for the moment you're going to be horrified. You see, I'm going to fuck you."
It suddenly dawned on Amanda the man was serious. She began backing away from him, moving toward the door. He didn't follow. She turned and ran through the room, heading for the front door, but when she got there, she found it impossible to open. Running into the living room, she picked up a crystal candy dish and hurled it at the window only to see it bounce off something yielding and fall to the carpeted floor. When she turned, she found herself facing Ambrose who had walked into the room. His hand reached out and touched her bare shoulder.
She quivered when his fingers rested on her soft, round shoulders. His hands had a certain clamminess to them, revealing that he, too, was inwardly nervous. But at the moment, all she was able to think about was the strength in those fingers. If he chose to wrap them around her throat....
"Amanda," he said in a soft voice that sounded like that of a father talking to a naughty child, "the sooner you do precisely as I tell you, the sooner we'll both be enjoying ourselves. However, I promised you a bit of punishment. I know you're a virgin, but I don't think the initial penetration of your cunt should be a punishment. It's something that is distinctly pleasurable. Therefore we'll have to do something else, won't we?"
"Wh-what are you talking about?" Amanda gasped.
Oh, yes! He liked that look of panic on her face. It made him feel warm all over. These pure, innocent little bitches were no better than the hardbitten whores. All women were afraid if you looked for the right button and pressed it.
"I want you to do precisely what I tell you to do," he insisted. "If you do, what starts out as a punishment and a chore will turn into something as enjoyable for you as it will be for me. Take it into your head to struggle, and you'll be hurt."
His hand was at her lovely throat, caressing it, then slowly moving down, down, down, between her breasts, feeling the rounded flesh of the upper breasts, then caressing her nipples through her bathing suit-top. His fingers were slender, even more sensuous than Ruth's. She automatically found herself thinking of the way the blonde woman had caressed her, and she had to admit, even if Ruth had been a total bitch about everything, she had known how to arouse her. Well, what the hell! So did Ambrose, but he was far more frightening than Ruth would ever be.
"P-please don't do this to me," she begged, her eyes wide with despair as she saw the maniacal gleam in his eyes.
"I don't advise your shouting," he told her. "No one will hear you. We're alone out her, isolated, and no one outside the house can hear anything that goes on inside. No one ever bothers to come near here, and as you can see, the house is on a kind of promontory, facing away from all the other houses on the street behind us."
"Why?" Amanda gasepd. "Why? What did I ever do to you?"
"I've been planning this ever since I first saw you, last week," he told her. "Why? I want you. That's reason enough. You and I are going to be the only company we're going to have for quite a while, so I think you'll agree the most sensible thing is to make the best of it, under the circumstances."
"Take your hands off me!" Amanda insisted.
"Amanda, I think you and I should get something straight between the two of us. One way or another I'm going to make use of your body, full use. Precisely how I enjoy myself will be strictly up to you. Now I'm going to take my clothes off, but I'm not going to remove your bathing suit. That's something you're going to do. If you don't, I'll have to rip the bathing suit off, and I don't have any womens' clothes here. That means you'll be stark naked, even when you leave here. Now you have exactly a half minute to remove all your clothing, that is, the top and bottom of your bathing suit, and drop it all on the floor. Not one second more."
"You must be insane," Amanda gasped. "I won't do it! I just won't do it. I mean, you can go to hell!"
"Only a third of a minute left," he cautioned.
Amanda realized there was no way out of this. This man was serious. Insane, perhaps, but definitely serious. Why he had picked on her still wasn't clear to her. She had no desire to reveal her intimate parts to him, but she had even less desire to have him rip the bathing suit off her, and he would do it.
Sighing, she wondered why she wasn't starting to cry. That would have been a normal reaction, but for some reasn she didn't feel the urge to cry. In fact, she didn't know what she felt. She finally reached behind her, undid the top of her bathing suit, slid it off her arms, and draped it over the back of a chair, revealing the lush white globes of her breasts, globes tipped with rich pinkness.
"Everything, Amanda, everything," the man insisted. "Remove everything. When I put my hands on you in ten seconds, I want you totally naked, in all your bare glory."
He was definitely insane! Amanda knew she had no choice but to obey. Her only chance for survival lay in doing as he told her, waiting until he released her ... if he would release her. If not, she would have to find some way of playing Scherazade ... stalling him, putting him off time after time, until she found some way out.
She hastily pulled down her bathing suit bottom, letting it lay where it fell on the floor, stepping out of it, revealing her nakedness to the man. She felt terribly helpless, alone, knowing no one, not even her mother, who was now away on vacation, would bother to check for her during the next two weeks. There was obviously no pity to this man. He was interested in one thing, one thing only. What was more, he was determined to have his way.
It never once entered Amanda's mind to kill him. Violence and the dealing thereof was not part of her makeup.
He was staring at her, his eyes hard and shining with lust for her. He wanted to totally possess her. God! She was stunning! In his eyes she was the most delectable female he had ever seen. Yes, there were more curvaceous women, and there were more buxom women. But somehow this particular woman seemed to strike just the right chord in him. To him, she was just right. Her face, her figure, everything.
As Amanda watched, he began removing his own clothing. He had said something about punishing her, but without taking her virginity this first time. But her mind was unable to conjure up precisely what it was the man had in mind.
He was standing directly in front of her now. His hands reached out and clamped themselves on the wells of her breasts, the palms covering the nipples. She gasped at the touch of him, realizing the wetness was already happening between her thighs all over again. This time she wasn't even lying down. He was panting heavily, his hands working slowly, deftly, making her nipples stand up even as she willed them to try and remain soft. His hands were soft, gentle, almost like a woman's, more feminine, to a certain extent, than Ruth's hands had been, yet there was definitely nothing queer about him.
"Yes," he muttered. "You're mine, and I'm going to use you."
"Just don't hurt met," she insisted softly, speaking with some authority even though she felt more than a little frightened.
His fingers continued to caress and encircle her nipples, his hands filling themselves with the weight of her small, round, upstanding breasts. Then he began mauling her, squeezing the fullness of her lovely paps, compressing her spongy nipples, tugging on them, yanking her breasts to the side, then pulling them forward.
He was smiling, making this into some kind of game, and Amanda simply stood there and let him do as he wished. The more his fingers caressed the nubbins of pinkness that tipped her breasts, the larger they seemed to grow as blood flowed more freely into them. A streak of heat burned its way through Amanda. The young woman, who ought to have fslt frightened and terrified, wondered what in blazes was going on inside her. She had known, ever since that night with Ruth, that she was prone to easy arousal, but not even Ruth had made her feel anything like this. There was something about this man's touch that had her seething with desire. She wondered if it was due solely to it being he who touched her, or if she was being aroused because a man, any man, was touching her. If she ever did get out of here, she would find out in a hurry. For the moment, one thrill after another permeated her lovely body.
"Damn it all," she muttered to herself. "It isn't right!"
She had said the same thing to Ruth, and Ruth had insisted this was the only right thing. She had ticked off the numerous things she believed to be wrong, claiming sex was the one right thing in the world, but here was Amanda, insistent that what Ambrose was doing to her just wasn't right."
"Might makes right," Ambrose replied. "The one with the power is the one with all the right on his side. At the moment I'm the one with the power, so anything I want, is right."
"You may have the power, and you may be able to enforce your will, but that doesn't make you right," Amanda fiercely insisted.
"I'm not in the mood for bantlying words," Ambrose told her. "Right now, my cock is burning. It needs some cooling off. I'm not the kind of guy who does the laundry by hand, if you get my meaning. A feminine orifice is, in my opinion, the only right thing in the world. At the moment you happen to be the feminine personage I require. Face it, Aamanda! This is the way life, in general, is. The one with the power rules. At the moment there's no way out. If you were able to open the door and get out, what good would it do you? You're stark naked at the moment. I'm not going to threaten you with death. I don't deal in mindless threats I don't intend carrying out. Besides, dead, you would never be able to remember all the good times you're going to have here, and believe me, you're going to have good times."
"Please," Amanda said, for some reason not the least bit self-conscious about her nakedness in front of the man. "There has to be some other way you can gratify your ego without ravaging me."
"I told you, Amanda, I'm going to fuck you," he replied. "I also told you I'm not going to plunge myself into you and rip the virginity out of you. But a punishment is still in order, and if you don't do as I say, even worse punishment will follow."
"I won't fight you," Amanda replied, not understanding how he intended punishing her, but knowing he might be crazy enough to cause her extensive pain if she argued with him. "All I'm asking is that you don't do anything that will scar me or cause me some kind of permanent damage."
There was a quiver in her voice. Good! Ambrose liked that. She was somewhat scared even if she wouldn't admit it to herself.
"You do as I say," he snorted, dragging her over to the sofa-bed, which he opened with the touch of a button, "and you'll go on looking pretty for some other guy when you leave here."
Pretty? Amanda thought. He thought she was pretty. No one had ever hinted that she might be pretty. She had always thought of herself as plain. It was nice to hear a man say she was pretty, even though she was certain he really didn't mean it.
He sat on the edge of the open bed and with his hand in Amanda's bouffant hairdo, he forced her to her knees on the carpeted floor. He tugged her forward until she was directly in front of him. Her hands touched his somewhat hairy thighs, so different from the smooth flesh of Ruth, and as a result, so much more stimulating and arousing. She quivered with the realization that this nearness was affecting her far more strongly than she had believed, and the leakage from her feminine vent was becoming heavier. His own hands were now resting on her shoulders, and his right hand slid down along her slender arm until it grabbed her wrist. His fingers closed around her hand and he brought it forward rapidly and clamped her fingers firmly around the extension of his solidly throbbing organ.
It took Amanda a moment to realize just what it was she was holding. Though she had read about the penis in books, had even gone so far as to see an x-rated movie in which men's organs stood out like battering rams, this was her first opportunity to see an organ up close, to feel it, to know it was a living, skin-breathing, throbbing extension of a man. It pulsated so uncontrollably, so thrillingly. Not only that, but considering the size of the man, what he sported was longer and thicker than anything she had ever seen on a screen. This was all so incredible to accept so quickly. Yet she managed to do so.
"You like it, don't you." he said, somewhat taken aback that she wasn't trying to pull away or fight him.
Amanda shuddered and looked into his eyes before saying, "I don't know, at least I don't know at the moment."
"As you can see, I've got a lot of inches there. I'm long, I'm thick, and I'm as good as the best of them when it comes to fucking. All this is something you'll eventually find out."
"I don't know," Amanda shrugged. "I mean, whether you're good or bad I won't know how you stack up against other men." she paused, licking her lips, then said, "As you've discovered, I've never done anything with any other man."
"Well, then, you're lucky to be starting out with the best, or maybe unlucky. After me, it'll all be downhill. Eventually, I'm going to stretch your virginal pussy with my cock, but for the moment I think we should try something slightly less convential, though no less pleasing as far as I'm concerned. What I'm going to do is let you wrap your mouth tightly around my cock. You'll suck and move that mouth back and forth, just like it was a cunt frictionalizing my cock. When I finally blow my load, you, sweet girl that you are, will swallow every last drop of it."
He was purposely trying to shock Amanda into a reaction, a negative reaction. He wanted her to put up a struggle so he'd be able to force her. So much of his pleasure was derived from simply forcing a woman to make him happy. At the same time he always managed to make the woman feel something, as well, even if she wouldn't admit it at the time.
Had the situation not been so serious, Amanda would have laughed out loud. First Ruth, "teaching" her to lick a vagina, now this man wanting her to suck his penis. Everyone in the world seemed to have a fetish for enjoying oral-genital sex, as long as it involved their genitals and someone else's mouth. She heaved a long, loud sigh as if to let him know she was bored with the whole idea. The honest truth was, she was excited, and not nearly as afraid as she might have expected to be.
His other hand was caressing her throat, his thumb rubbing her adam's apple, and this, more than the thought of what he wanted her to do irritated her. Why was it necessary for him to use violence? Having studied clinical phychology while in college, Amanda realized he was trying to provoke a negative resonse from her. She also understood that such a response would have availed her nothing other than pain before she would have had to have gone ahead and done what he wanted her to do, anyway. Even so, her hand automatically compressed around his cock, making him think she was frightened after all, though it was tension, tension caused by the knowledge she was about to become involved in yet another sexual experiment, that made her tremble.
"In everyday, street-talk, this is known as a blow-job," he told her. "But I want more than mere compliance from you. I want you to suck with avidity, as if you really like it. I won't settle for some half-assed mouthing. I expect you to put real feeling into it, pulling with your lips, licking with your tongue."
That ought to make her reject him. Then he'd be able to smack her around a little and force his thick cock into her gullet, making her gag and choke as her esophagus tightened around the cock and squeezed it to the point where the pleasure would become excruciating.
Amanda looked up at him. curiosity in her wide eyes rather than fear. Her hand squeezed the pulsing penile shaft, and she observed, "You're very thick and long, you know. I can't take the entire thing into my mouth."
"You'll find a way, honey," Ambrose snapped, irritated by her matter-of-fact tone of voice. Damn! He had to provoke her into some kind of resistance. "If your mouth is too short, then you pull the head of my cock all the way into your throat. Once the head is in, I'll be able to shove the rest of it down your gullet. All you have to do is hollow those lovely cheeks of yours and compress them tightly around the shaft of my prick. Relax your throat muscles and the cock'll manage to force its way into your throat. I haven't had a good blowjob in quite some time now. So be smart and start sucking."
"If that's what you really want," Amanda shrugged. "But it might be better for you if I became used to your penis by degrees. I mean, from the way you've explained thigs to me, I'm not going to be going anywhere until you've sort of used me up which may take awhile. It might be better for you if I merely made you climax with my hand the first time, just to let me become accustomed to handling the penis. As you said, there's plenty of time for you to use my orifices."
"Damn it all!" he roared, angry because she refused to become frightened. "If you had an opportunity to listen to the Mormon Tabernacle Choir singing Handel's Messiah, would you settle for some acid-rock singer destroying melodies with shouts and screams?"
"Of course not!" she admitted.
"Well, then why should I settle for a hand-job when that virgin mouth of yours is ready and waiting?" he snapped. Start sucking, and don't give me any lip, unless its to be wrapped around my cock."
"I think it only fair to let you know that this being my first time, I don't think I'll be able to swallow all of it." Amanda said.
"Honey, you're going to gobble up every last inch of cock," he snapped at her. "First time, last time, it doesn't make a damn bit of difference. Sucking is something that comes naturally to a woman, and by God, you're going to suck me dry. I won't settle for less.
Is that understood?"
"I see," she nodded. "And my pleasure will be derived from the knowledge that I've made you come?" she asked acidly.
"At the moment I'm only concerned with my pleasure," he insisted. " Your pleasure will come later, if at all."
At least he was being honest and not like Ruth, who had used her, conning her into licking her cunt while never really offering anything in return. What the heck! There were probably worse things in life than taking a penis into her mouth. No doubt this man might very well teach them to her. She was amazed at how easily she was accepting all this. But her clinical mind continued reminding her that she really didn't have much choice. It wasn't a question of acceptance. It was the simple knowledge that no knight in shining armor was going to rescue her, and her best chance to avoid pain lay in doing what he insisted she do. It might, in the long run, mean her very survival. At this last thought, a shiver trembled through her.
"I want you to stay calm," the brutish sandy-haired man insisted. "I'm telling you right now, this is something that any woman who really is a woman learns to love, and if you're half the woman I think you are, you're going to go ape over this. I know I have a thick prick, and it'll take some time to fit it into your gullet. But other women have done it. There's no reason why you shouldn't be able to accomplish it, as well. Granted, you're a little smaller than the other women, but I don't thing you're that much smaller. You'll find me very patient. But I'm telling you right now, if I feel you're not giving me your best, especially once my cock is in your mouth, you won't like me. I'll ram the whole thing all the way in and you can choke and strangle to death on it before I'll pull it out. So do yourself a favor, and do your best. Start sucking!"
He sat there, his thighs spread as wide as possible, his two hands now surrounding her lovely face, making her seem even more lamb-like and innocent. His palms applied pressure, slowly but firmly, and he tugged her face closer and closer to his groin. Amanda was no longer looking up at him. She "felt" his eyes burning into the top of her head as she stared at the penile tip being brought closer and closer to her mouth. This was a unique experience, to say the least, as far as she was concerned, and remembering what Confusious supposedly said about sex and the inevitability thereof, she decided to try and get as much from all this as possible.
Her nose twitched as her mouth moved closer. There was the scent of deodorant soap coming from his groin. There was also a strong natural musk, not at all unpleasant. Well, he did say something about other women enjoying this, and she supposed she was no different from other women. She was grateful that he kept himself clean. Had he smelled bad, it might have distrubed her concentration, and she would have been forced to do all this while unable to find some way of pleasing herself.
Heat was radiating from the tip, warming her lower face, and she quivered a little, more with anticipation than anything else, knowing this was it! She had to do it, and she had to do it right or worry that he might carry out his threat to strangle her with his penis. This last was definitely not a pleasant thought. She only hoped the penis wouldn't act like a finger in her throat and make her want to retch. It was obvious Ambrose Wallace was not the kind of man to accept her regurgitation on his groin. Come to think of it, there wasn't a man in the world willing to accept something like that.
"Come on, come on," the man's voice continually urged, letting her know how impatient he was. "Get that mouth of yours working, Miss Rose. Let's see what kind of natural cocksucker you are."
His left hand was now resting gently on the nape of her neck, tickling the short hairs back there. His pressure there increased as little by little he pulled her lips forward. She was aware of the quivers in him as her breath covered his penis. She was so close now, and it was obvious he was on the verge of losing control.
Taking a deep breath, Amanda opened her loving mouth as wide as possible, thinking there was a vague possibility the man might be content to let the heavy flesh rod rest on her lower lip and her tongue as long as she didn't use, her teeth. But even as her face moved closer, the fact that she had never done anything like this before took control of her, and she shut her mouth again, clamping her teeth tightly together, terrified of the newness of all this rather than the obscenity of it. Granted she had seen girls do this in the X-rated movie she had watched, but it was obvious these girls did it with no real feeling whatsoever. Being an emotional individual, in spite of having common sense, Amanda knew now she would never be able to suck a cock with indifference. She would do precisely as the man wished, and put her heart and soul into it-provided she had the courage to begin. Lord! There was definitely the stirring of some kind of fright inside her. Now that she was on the verge of doing this, she was almost as afraid as she was curious. Only the knowledge that Ambrose would hurt her if she pulled away kept her from retreating. But for the moment she didn't advance, either.
"Uh ... one question, first," she said, her breath playing all the more heatedly on his penis.
"Ask!" he told her, his hand preventing her head from backing away.
"Do you have any kind of venereal disease?"
"Now what the hell kind of question is that to ask a man about to rape your mouth?"
"A perfectly good question," she insisted. "I mean, I don't want to catch syphilis, gonorrhea, or herpes."
The burning closeness of his swollen penile bulb made her shudder even more, especially when he pressed it against her tightly closed lips. This sent another shudder coursing insanely through her, and she realized it wasn't fear. Rather, it wasn't her fear of the penis. It was her fear of herself, for something was stirring inside her, and she was on the verge of wanting to do this. But his hand was on the nape of her neck, and he was forcing her face against the stiffness of his throbbing cock.
"I've never had VD," he snapped. "Now open up! Come on, come on, believe me, you'll love it, you'll see. You'll dig the sweet, meaty flavor of it, and you'll love the way it simply rubs against your tongue, making you aware of the different textures of the different kinds of flesh that make up the cock as well as the scrotum."
The scent of the penis was overpowering now, and Amanda realized that he was right. She wanted to do this, just as she had wanted to lick Ruth's cunt after a while. It was this desire on her part that had made her decide she would never again suck another woman's vagina. She was afraid she would like it so much, she might indeed feel like a lesbian after a time. The same thing applied here. If she did suck this man's penis, she would probably become addicted to it, and if she ever went out with a decent man, he would probably be repulsed by the animal in her when she proceeded to masticate his cock, as well. Not that a decent man didn't like to have his cock sucked. But no decent man wanted some woman to do it to him on the first date. Amanda knew this was the kind of thing she would never be able to control.
"You're asking for trouble," Ambrose said, smiling, thinking that at last he was about to wallop the hell out of her. "You have to learn that as long as you're here, when I give an order, you follow it."
He cupped her chin in the palm of his hand, and suddenly his fingers were pressing on her jaw hinges, pressing hard, digging in deep. His well-manicured nails dug into the soft flesh of her facial cheeks as he applied more and more pressue to the hinges. At the same time he forced the tender inner cheeks against her teeth, and Amanda realized a girl might get hurt. She really didn't have much choice. The last thing she needed was a dislocated jaw. Like it or not, the addiction was about to start. Slowly, grudgingly, she finally opened her small mouth.
She gasped as his squeezing fingers maintained their constant pressure on her jaw, all but crushing the hinges, forcing her lovely mouth to remain wide open, then he slowly tugged her head forward, forcing her inner cheeks to surround his throbbing penile length. He rested the head of his shuddering cock on the tip of her tongue as he slowly began pulling her face forward. His digging fingers forced her inner cheeks to surround the throbbing length of his penis as he continued sliding it into the narrow tightness of her oral cavern. Her muffled sobs were silenced as his heated purple-domed phallus pushed against the opening to her throat.
Her mouth was now forced very wide, barely able to encompass such massive thickness, and tears filled her eyes. Not tears of sorrow, but tears caused by her struggles as the enormous penile point slid back to the tip of her tongue, then slowly pushed forward to the throat again, rubbing along the full length of the lingual organ while at the same time rubbing against the roof of her mouth. Now that the thick pole of his bulging, seething glans was locked in her mouth, he no longer had to apply pressure with his fingers interlaced in her hair, and her heated mouth was forced to remain filled with the massive log of human flesh.
Lord! This was certainly a different experience as far as Amanda was concerned. Any fears she might have had were completely outweighted by her clinical curiosity at the texture of his penis and the breadth of it forcing her to not only keep her jaws apart, but pressing on her cheeks, making them bloat as if filled with air while stretching her cupid's bow lips to their fullest around the pulsing organ.
For the moment her tongue remained flat and dormant in her mouth as more and more of the colorless lubricant seeping from the eye in his penile tip leaked against it. Saliva came up from her throat and mingled with the fluid and she found her mouth was quickly filling because she wouldn't swallow, initially. This seemed so totally different from the licking of Ruth's cunt. Then, in spite of Ruth's clamping thighs around her neck, she had been the one in control. Here, Ambrose was in total control of it all.
Soon, sticky dribbles were running from the corner of her mouth, down her chin and neck. All the while she continued crying tears of energy more than anything else, because she really didn't feel any sorrow at doing this. In spite of his controlling her, and in spite of the strangeness of it all, she didn't quite dislike it. In fact, as the tongue continued abrasively pressing against the underside of his penis, she decided she might learn to actually like something like this. It definitely had the same allure that the licking of Ruth's pussy had initially held for her. This was different, but no less arousing. In fact, there seemed to be something in the back of her throat that was being tickled by the ooze of his oils. She wondered if the pressure of his penile head against that ticklish spot might actually set off the orgasm for which she had been waiting so long.
She was panting now, expending a lot of energy, and each time her head went forward and down, she felt Ambrose press a little harder on the back of her head, pushing his penile tip a little deeper into the ring of her gullet. The bloated stiffness pressed, trying to widen the opening to her throat and fit itself in a bit deeper.
Amanda felt her salivary glands over-producing at this point, and though the mixture of oil and sputum fell from the corners of her lips, more was being created than was seeping out. The thickness of his penis blocked great quantities of the fluid, holding it inside what he felt to be the delightful recess of her mouth. She realized she would either have to swallow or drown in her own saliva mixed with his penile lubricity.
Well, she hadn't died from swallowing all the oil she had sucked from the split-peach opening of Ruth's vagina. There was no reason to assume this man's oils would affect her any differently.
Taking in a huge quantity of air through her widely distended nostrils, Amanda shut her eyes and gulped. The swallowing action served to pull more of the man's heavy penis into her mouth, and the pressure of her tongue and palate, seemingly so close together because she had such a tiny mouth, caused the heavy phallus to enlarge and thicken that much more. Lightning flashes went sparking up and down the man's shuddering spine. He clasped both hands around her skull now, jerking his cock forward, sinking it deeper, pressing, feeling the rubbery point being caressed by the soft, pulpy back of her throat where tongue and palate disappeared into the esophagus.
Gagging, coughing, choking, Amanda tried to signal to the man to take it easy, but the weighty knob of his pulsating length only pushed itself a bit deeper. She was aware he was trying to force as much of it as possible into her pharynx, so she reached up and grabbed what was left of the penis, almost three inches of base that had still to enter between her lips, and she squeezed it in the hope of restraining the organ and keeping him from sinking it any deper. If he kept shoving it in this hard, he would soon have her throwing up whether she tried stopping it, or not. But he slapped her hand away, saying, "Not, now, Amanda, I want you to swallow every last little bit of it."
Amanda was angry. It occurred to her this man was doing more than sexually abusing her. He was purposely humiliating her, and with no good reason. She had never met him before, had done nothing to him, had in no way harmed him. Yet here he was, doing all these awful things to her. She cried out to him to stop, feeling wrath rather than hate, but her cries were silent because of the way the swollen penis clogged her mouth. Tears of irate resentment continued falling down her cheeks, dripping from her chin onto her knees, below. Some of them splashed onto the cold stone floor, and one or two tears fell onto the man's testicles, though he never felt them because of the slavering oils from her mouth that washed his scrotum.
Air was pulled into her lungs through flared nostrils. She swallowed, a great quantity of saliva and penile oil going down her throat, and with the fluid another inch of penis pushed its way into her gullet. She gagged, and for a moment saw stars blinking on and off as she nearly blacked out as oxygen was almost cut off from her brain because of the way the monstrous phallus clogged her throat. For a moment she was afraid she would strangle to death, but the pressure of his hand on her head seemed reassuring more than anything else, as if telling her it was aware of the difficulty she was having, yet other throats had engulfed this penis and had survived, and she would, too.
Angered as she was because of the way this man was abusing her, she remained somewhat clinical in her outlook, noting how heavily his penis was seeping lubricant, as heavily as her own vagina continued to ooze fluid. Obviously oral-genital contact was extremely pleasing for the one whose genitals were being orally caressed, and one day in the very near future she intended discovering the luxury of such feelings, herself! She pulled in a bit more air through her nostrils and she swallowed again, and more of the massive penile head slid into her gullet, inching its way deeper and deeper into her throat's tight constriction. She gagged again.
"Come on ... come on...." he urged softly, his voice as reassuring as the hand on her head. "Just a little more, Amanda, a little ... uhhhh ... morrre ... you can do it ... you can do it ... you can do it ... that's a baby ... ywaaaaaa ... aaaaannnnggghhh ... thatta giiiirrrlll...." he encouraged. "Keep goiiiiinnnnnggg"
Amanda was aware of the way the man's seated body was vibrating much the way she had felt Ruth's body shudder when her tongue had gone to work on the blonde woman's pussy. Soon he would be pumping his penis all the way in and all the way back, just as Ruth had bounced her body up and down in time to the way her tongue had stroked into the woman's cunt.
Though Ambrose had conned her here and had forced her into this, making it plain he was the one in control, and that his might made him right, she had a certain might of her own. Her mouth gripping his penis gave her a mastery over him that few women ever had over men. She realized that most women were unaware of the power they possessed over men at a time like this. At this precise moment, her mouth had total control of his body.Though he had taunted her, had done his best to humiliate her, and even tried frightening her, she was fully aware of the control exerted by her lips and tongue. Each time her softy sucking lips pulled back and nursed at the throbbing javelin of flesh, he wiggled and squirmed that much more on the bed. Now both hands were applying pressure against her red hair, urging her to once again push that burning phallus of his all the way down her tantalizing throat as it continued marinating in her viscous saliva.
That was the moment when the realization came to Amanda that she was neither choking nor strangling any longer. Her throat had, as he had said, adapted to the thickness of his weighty penis, and she was able to smoothly bob her head back and forth, hesitating for the slightest fraction of a second each time the head popped into her gullet. No question about it! Her throat was definitely widening, and there was no feeling of nausea in spite of the fact that her gullet clung voraciously to the pulsing penis.
Her cunt was not merely leaking oil now, but rather pouring the fluid down her legs onto the carpeting beneath, leaving her in a pool of damp fiber. The wisps of delight that had started curling through her body earlier when she had known she was going to become sexually involved were no longer smoky tendrils, but a full-blown cloud of lust. With each movement of her head she was feeling more and more erotically aroused. In sptie of the considerable discomfort she had initially felt when being forced to swallow such a thick bit of masculine gristle, her body was beginning to thrive on what she was doing ... as she had inwardly known all along that it would happen. Her vagina was unleashing a river of lubrication, the inner oils drenching her thighs, the carpeting, everything within reach. As with Ruth, she was feeling a perverse sense of enjoyment.
But each time she had licked Ruth's cunt, Ruth had come, while she, on the verge of an orgasm, had never been able to achieve fulfillment. She didn't want to go through that same torture all over again. Even if the velvety texture of his outer layer of penile skin was smooth and arousing, she had to completely close her mind to it. She had to shut off the tingles within her or else go through another sleepless night as she had undergone that night before graduation.
But even as she tried to fight what she was feeling, her tongue licked vibrantly from side to side, massaging the underside of the phallic lance on which she was sucking. She began to lick all the more strongly against the swollen underside of the weighty cock.
"Aaaannnnnhhhh ... yesssssssss...." the man gasped out, his voice thick with lascivious desire. "You're superb, Amanda. Even though this is your first time, you're better than many professionals. You have a natural ... uuuuunnnnnhhhhh ... aptitude for cocksuckinnnnnnng! Don't stop ... oh Godddddd! That's wonderfulllll ... ummmmmm ... yesssss ... I love it, I love it, I love it...."
He was slamming his thrusting hips vibrantly forward now, and the last little bit of penile length sank solidly into the hotly basting depths of her tantalizingly sucking mouth. The hard, rubbery point was solidly crammed into the center of her clinging pharynx, and her soft, cupid's bow lips were kissing the hairy base as well as his pelvis and the base of his balls, while her straight nose was being scrubbed by pubic hair. But Amanda was no longer thinking about it. She had given up trying to shut off her emotions.
The powerful sandy-haired man moved his cock faster, his belly beginning to twitch. His thighs started shivering and quaking as Amanda tightened her labial hold, sliding her oral lips all the way back until all that was locked against the backs of her front teeth was the man's phallic head. She used the edges of her teeth the littlest bit to catch his corona, and the pressure made the man moan softly. Then she slowly pushed her lovely face forward again, sucking in the full length of his satin-skinned shaft. Her right hand came up between his pulsing thighs, catching his testicles, weighing them, amazed at how heavy they were. Her clinical, analytical mind wondered how it was possible for a man to walk with such boulders dangling between his thighs at all times. They were like weighty golf balls, heavy, bloated, as if filled with the seed they were constantly manufacturing.
By now, Amanda was aware precisely how much pleasure her mouth was giving this man as he continued raping her tightly sucking young mouth. But she was enjoying it almost as much as he, much as she didn't want to admit it. Her vagina was an ocean of heavy viscious fluid, and so much of it was spilling out of her, her knees were resting in a floating pool of the stuff.
Without realizing what she was doing, Amanda reached down with her free hand, moving it between her thighs, and for the first time touched her own erect clitoris. Masturbation was something she had never previously done, but she was afraid this man's self-interest precluded his doing anything to please her once he was satisfied, and she needed to do something to calm the aching flares of lust flashing through her shuddering body. Lord! In spite of all the lubricity filling her womanly interior, she had difficulty fitting her own middle finger into her vaginal tunnel, and it made her wonder how Ruth and gotten her own fingers into her. If it was this hard to fit a slender finger inside, how was it possible for her to accept something as thick as a penis? It didn't occur to her that her membranes were very elastic and capable of streatching a great deal. Nor did she know at this time that the same elasticity that would stretch her, would also make her vagina snap back so that even when she got older, her cunt would seem virgin-tight each time it would be entered. At the moment her vaginal walls, like rubber bands, had snapped tightly around her invading finger. Her kneeling body began shuddering and twitching as she started sliding the finger in and out very slowly, imitating the movements of the pe-nises she had seen on the screen when she had seen that one X-rated film. Desire inside her built to yet a higher plane, making her aware how much farther she had to go before achieving that much-wanted prize known as orgasm.
Thrilling anticipation began charging through her quivering young form, and Amanda found it very difficult to be an analytical critic of herself at a time like this. His weighty penis was continuing to push in and out of her narrow gullet, preventing air from getting in that way. Ambrose's pelvic hair continued tickling her nose, and Amanda kept on caressing his weighty scrotum with one hand while her other hand unashamedly delved into the burning flood locked inside her womanly chamber. The hand fingering his testicles moved carefully, her nails teasing their way through the scrotal hairs as if tracing out each individual wrinkle on the sac, and this added to Ambrose's total delight.
The heavily pulsing phallus continued to shudder, and greater quantities of the colorless fluid seeped from its eye-like hole and washed down her throat, erasing any of the soreness his initial forced entry had caused. The lubrication was a medicinal balm, warm, soothing, coating the gullet, making the phallus slide in and out that much more easily.
Amanda still had to struggle to breathe, flaring her nostrils, bobbing her head back and forth, knowing it was only a matter of seconds before that other fluid, that white stuff came spurting down her throat. She knew what it looked like because in all those X-rated movies the actors had to pull out at the last moment to show they were actually coming, and she saw the way the white blobs would burst from a penile tip, sometimes as oil would gush from the ground, other times like splattering machine gun bullets. She had no idea how it tasted or smelled, but he had insisted when the time came, that she swallow it all, so Amanda assumed other women had done this before her.
Besides, more important than this man's orgasm, at least as far as Amanda was concerned, was her own climax. Though she wasn't overly thrilled about hav ing to swallow the white goo that was going to pulse from his penis, she knew it was the only way to make him stop, if only for the moment, his assault on her. She hoped it had some kind of pleasant taste to it, but she remembered the faces of one or two of the women who had swallowed a little of the white fluid after the man in the film had shot his load against their faces. They didn't seem to care one way or the other about the fluid. They reacted somewhat matter-of-factly.
She sucked harder, draining more of the heavy lubircity oozing from his cock into her gullet, soothing the soreness even more. All the while the hand holding his testicles squeezed and milked them as if trying to force them to surrender the contents of their manufacture while her other hand kept pushing a finger into the narrow strait of her cunt and the heel of that same hand continued massaging the clitoris. The thickness of the oil oozing from his penis seemed, to her, to be much heavier than her own lubrication. She would never have believed a man capable of leaking anything this viscous. It was like heavy mineral oil.
Her ribboned pink lips pressed firmly, stongly around the middle of the rigidly solid, steel-hard phallus, and now, as she sucked with a certain verve and passion, she realized his immensely swollen organ was thickening that much more. What was more, it was getting even harder.
The man's fingers were gripping her bright-red hair, tightly pulling her lovely face closer to him, causing so much pain she was afraid he would rip her hair out by the roots. She shut her mind to the agony for the moment because of the pleasure continuing to charge rampantly through her quivering body. The pleasure was overpowering, far stronger than anything she had felt with Ruth. The blonde woman had been right about one thing, and that was, a good penis was the one thing a woman needed to receive the maximum pleasure. The rampant delight blistering its way through her body was incredible. All that was missing was that ultimate apex, and this time she intended reaching it, even if it meant using her own fingers to do so.
The gasps, the sighs, the quivers coming from Ambrose told Amanda he was definitely under her control at the moment. If she were to stop and make him promise her something-or-other, anything, anything at all, she was certain he would make that promise. But no! She wasn't the type to tease a man this way, not even a man who had done his best to shame her.
Her mind was telling her this was against everything she had ever done before, but she also reasoned that she had never been overly happy the way she had previously lived. Promiscuity had never been part of her life only because she'd had no idea how pleasant it was. Her body was enjoying all this, aching for the pleasure and satisfaction it rightfully deserved, and she knew her body would not relax this time until gratification had been achieved. Though she was still some-what wary of the taste of this man's sperm, she had the feeling at this point that it would arouse her more than anything else, and so she continued bobbing her lovely head while fingering herself.
Ambrose slammed his weighty cock as far into her throat as was humanly possible, which, in his case, was a long way. It was as if he was trying to reach her vagina by way of her belly. This penis was moving more and more rapidly now as he bounced his pelvis in time to the movement of her mouth. Then he suddenly bellowed, "YYYYYA AAAAAN NNNNNG GGG-GGH HHHAAA AAWWWW AAAAAN NNGGGG GGHHHH NNNGGG GGGHHH HH!"
He was spurting, unleashing a heavy river of white fluid down her lovely gullet. Amanda didn't even realize how avidly she drank as she sucked and pulled the white fluid in, drinking it as if it were something really special and she was unable to get enough of it. It was sort of like sour cream, and she continued sucking, pushing her finger into the tightly shuddering vaginal enclosure.
Then Amanda became aware of another sensation, beginning in her throat. His spurting penile head was rubbing against a network of nerves in her gullet, and the pressure of her hand against her clitoris, added to the probing finger in her cunt caused the orgasm for which she had been reaching to finally come down on her, inundating her with one stratified charge of lust after another, and her body stiffened and she clutched his balls all the more tightly as she shrieked out, "GGGGGH HHHHHH WWWWWU UUURRR RRR-HHH HHHLLL LLCCCC HHHWWW WWRRRR MMMMMH HHHAAA UUUUUF FFFCCC CCHHH LLLLLG GGGHHH HHH!"
The orgasm was so intense, she stopped swallowing for a moment, and as a result, when she finally became conscious of what was happening, she found her mouth was overflowing with the white fluid. The combination of sperm, saliva, and oil was seeping from the corners of her mouth even as his thick penis continued shooting into her gullet.
Amanda drank with all the sucking power she was capable of mustering, her finger continuing to slide in and out of her own vagina, the heel of her hand still massaging her clitoris, causing a series of secondary orgasms to charge through her. Her buttocks were tight, and she was aware of snapping muscles in her cunt clamping down on her inserted finger.
She had become a totally depraved woman, and she loved every little bit of it. At no time did she feel the need to excuse herself for enjoying this, and it was this healthy attitude which would sustain her in the days to come.
The penis was no longer rigid, but had turned soft, and then had shrunk, little by little. The scrotal sac began enlarging, just as the balls within had become smaller and smaller. Amanda found her lips working faster around the cock. She wanted it hard again. She wanted to go on sucking it.
Ambrose realized the lovely reahead had a mouth like a leech. She was incredible. He had really gotten lucky with this one.
"You'll have lots of time to do more sucking," he told Amanda, finally freeing his cock from her lips. "But for now, I'm hungry. Suppose you go into my kitchen and whip up some kind of meal."
CHAPTER SIX
Amanda was amazed at a number of things that had taken place inside her since Ambrose had raped her mouth. She concluded it was the orgasm, or rather the series of orgasms she herself had enjoyed, that brought about the various changes within her.
To begin with, she no longer found Ambrose to be the dull, uninteresting person she had initially believed him to be, when he had talked to her on the beach. Second, she felt no embarrassement whatsoever in walking naked through this man's house, even when he, himself, was fully dressed. Third, from the moment he had ordered her into the kitchen to prepare food for him, Amanda had sudden-ly felt more at home than she had ever felt in her entire life. It was as if she actually belonged here. It never once occurred to her to think otherwise.
Ambrose Wallace, on the other hand, had a series of other thoughts in mind. His first thought was, Amanda Rose was far more entrancing than he had initially suspected she might be. Worse, he knew she was the first female he had ever known capable of arousing emotions in him he had never felt before. At the moment he wasn't sure what these emotions were, but he did know they were new, different, and he didn't like them, not even a little bit. They were disrupting his trains of thought, and each one of those trains of thought had been on ways to humiliate Amanda a bit more. After all, his pleasure had always previously been derived from the total conquest and domination of an unwilling female, and so far, Amanda had proven much too cooperative, even though there had been a moment when it had appeared she might give him the opposition he had craved.
Shit! This wasn't the way things were supposed to be. He was almost beginning to feel sorry that he had ever picked on Amanda. She was essentially a shy creature, but a loving one. He felt the love in her, even if she didn't actually gush and say anything. She smiled that wonderful smile at him all the time, and when he gave an order, she snapped to it. She cooked like a superb chef, washing everything up afterward, and even totally naked in front of him, made him uneasy, but not because of arousal. Oh, there was arousal, all right, but it wasn't the purely carnal sensation he had know with other women. Rather it was mingled with a whole series of other feelings, and as a result, he was unable to raise another erection that day.
Damn! What kind of power did this woman possess? Hell! All he wanted was a little nookie for a while, and then he would toss her back into the sea of humanity with all the other female fish he had known. But things weren't working out as they wre supposed to. She wasn't cringing when he appeared. She didn't cower, she didn't beg, she didn't ask, she didn't even mildly suggest. For that matter, she didn't start any conversation between them. She always politely waited for him to say something.
No! The smartest thing to do would be to dump her. But to do that would be like admitting a woman had finally defeated him. This was something that must never happen.
Somehow, in some way, he had to make her cringe and become afraid of him. He had to make her beg, and then he would rape the shit out of her, enjoying her pitiable screams the entire time, listening to them turn from shrieks of horror to sighs of delight as the power of his cock overcame the most horrendous of her fears. But at the moment she had no fear. How would he be able to prove, to both her, and himself, how masterful he was.
CHAPTER SEVEN
It was evening. In July evening came late, and Amanda was looking out the living room window when she heard Ambrose moving behind her. Turning, she saw him in a somewhat disheveled state, and she realized he had been drinking. She made a face of distaste. Her father's drunkenness was what had caused the breakup of her own family life.
"Wassa matter wi' you?" Ambrose asked.
"Nothing," she replied softly, but this time not smiling.
Good! Ambrose liked that.
"M gonna fuck you," Ambrose told her.
Amanda realized he wanted to climb on top of her, and with his breath reeking of the horrid stuff that had all but destroyed her father, he wanted to plunge himself into her. The attack of his cock on her cunt didn't disturb her nearly as much as the idea that he would breathe that disgusting stuff in her face.
"I-if you wish," she finally said, her heart fluttering.
"Damn you to fucking hell!" Ambrose screamed. "What the goddamn fuck is it with you? What does it take to make you scared?"
Amanda was suddenly aware for the first time that he believed she was threatening his masculinity. Here was her opportunity to get out. Much as she liked it here, pleasurable as it felt, she was still very much a captive. Was it possible for her to make Ambrose believe her?
"Well," she said, "to be honest with you, the only thing that would really frighten me is the idea of you suddenly finding some clothing, making me put it all on, and then you throwing me out. You see, I like it here. The only thing I'm afraid of, is being made to leave."
Sober, Ambrose would have laughed at such a ploy. Drunk, it seemed to almost make sense to him. The bitch actually liked being ordered around. Well, goddamn! Here was his chance to be free of her and at the same time get what he wanted most from her.
"You stay here," he told her, and turning around, left the room.
Five minutes later, Amanda heard the sound of the powerful Rolls-Royce as it pulled out of the garage below, and she saw Ambrose driving off into the coppery sunset. Was it possible he was going to get her some clothes? She would know, eventually.
It was almost two hours before Ambrose returned. He parked the car in the garage, and Amanda heard the garage door close. Two minutes later, he was in the house, and he was tossing some boxes at her.
"I hadda guess at the sizes," he snorted.
Amanda opened the boxes. She found frilly white underpants which she quickly slipped on, then a white cotton brassiere. There was no panty hose, nor were there any shoes, but he gave her back her beach sandals. The pink blouse and lilac skirt fitted her perfectly, though the skirt was a bit long.
"Come on," Ambrose insisted.
"No!" she snapped, not because she wanted to stay, but because it was what she knew he wanted her to say.
"Come on!" he disgustedly told her, gripping her by the wrist and dragging her to the small laundry room off to the side, and from there through a door down into the garage.
Ambrose tossed her into the Rolls, got in beside her, and was about to open the garage door, when a bell went off in his mind.
What the hell was he doing? He was about to drive this bitch to her apartment building and he hadn't even fucked her yet. After two hours, his mind had started sobering just a little. Hell! He wanted to scare the shit out of her, not lose her.
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was dark in the garage, except for the light streaming in through the garage door windows from the streetlamps, outside. Amanda turned to see Ambrose staring at her. The glitter in his eyes was hard, and for the first time she began feeling nervous.
"What's wrong?" she taunted. "Change your mind? Come on! Let's go back into the house."
"Not yet!" he replied, making her feel cold inside, implying that this was precisely what he intended doing. "We're gonna talk firs'."
"About what?" she asked, feeling more than a little uneasy and deciding she didn't like his different attitude.
Surely, she was able to handle him, and when he was either thinking very clearly or totally befuddled she was able to control him to some extent, even if control in one instance meant having to suck his cock in order to make him bring on her own satisfaction. But at the moment he was halfway between sobriety and drunkenness, not thinking too clearly at all, but not muddled enough for her to outwit him. She -edged toward the door, ready to yank it open and jump right out.
"Hey now," he said, smiling. "You thought you were pretty smart, conning me into letting you go. By the way, if you're thinkin' 'bout jumpin' outta the car, forget it. Door's 'lectronically locked."
Moving with what seemed like incredible speed, the stocky man reached out, yanked her toward him, and suddenly hoisted her up and into the rear of the car. She landed on the rear seat, then her head slid off and thumped on the carpeted floor. By the time she had righted herself, Ambrose had pressed a button that caused both front seats to fall back so that even though she was bunched up on the rear seat, the interior of the car looked like one big bed.
"Now," Ambrose said to her, wrapping a strong arm around her slender shoulders and drawing her to him, "you and I have more than a little to discuss, don't we. Like we're gonna talk about the different ways I'm gonna fuck you, honey."
He yanked her slender young body all the more firmly against his own muscular form, then planted his mouth firmly on hers, almost swallowing half her face with his drunken kiss. Amanda felt herself drowning in it. God! The stink of liquor was heavy on his breath, overpowering her. She was ready to pass out. She wriggled, trying hard to pull herself away from him, not really able to do so. Even now, it was the liquor and what it was doing to him that Amanda feared more than the man, himself.
"Uuuuuummmmmppphhhhhhhh! No! No!" she screamed, and she began beating at his broad chest.
She was gasping, her face red as blood rushed to her cheeks. He was finally succeeding in frightening her.
Ambrose realized she was afraid. Why wasn't he more pleased? Son of a bitch! What was it? Maybe she still wasn't scared enough.
"What is it?" he taunted, hoping to intensify her fear in the hope of being able to enjoy her that much more. After all, when he and fucked her mouth he had finally enjoyed himself one helluva lot. "Why the hell are you acting so uptight, honey. Even if you haven't ever been fucked before, s'time for you to know what it's like to have that li'l ol' tunnel of yours dug into by a spade-headed cock that knows its business."
"Not this way," she gasped, pleading. "Inside, in the house, I'll do anything you want. But get the smell of liquor off your breath. I hate it! I hate it!"
"Who the hell d'you think you're kidding?" he asked. "Other women think liquor on a man's breath is real sexy, and you're trying to tell me you don't like it? And you think you're too good to be fucked in the back seat of a car? Shit! This is a Rolls-Royce. It costs more'n a lot of houses. How many women d'you know of can boast they lost it in the back of a Rolls? Now either you do like I say back here, or I'll fuck you any which way I can. Either way, I'm the one gonna have a ball. It's up to you whether or not you do, too."
"Not in here, not in a car," Amanda insisted. "And not with liquor on your breath."
"Yes, in here," he told her. "What's the matter? Afraid I'm gonna take somethin' for nothin'? Well you can ask any other chick I've fucked. I pay 'em all off."
She remembered something Ruth had said. Ruth had claimed she would teach Amanda to make men pay for the use of her body, but not with money. Money made a woman look cheap, no matter how much was offered. Money put a price, a value on that woman. Amanda didn't want to be classified as a woman worth a specified sum of money. There was an old joke about a woman being offered a million dollars to go to bed with a man and she had accepted. But when the man had offered her only one dollar, she had countered with, "What kind of woman do you think I am?" To which the man had replied, "We already know that. All that remains questionable is the price."
"Here, now!" Ambrose insisted, and reaching into his pocket he pulled out a roll of bills and tried stuffing them inside her blouse. "There," he snapped. "Keep it! That oughta pay for your cunt, even if it is the very first time."
Amanda had been able to accept his initial desire for her earlier because in spite of his rudeness, there had been an underlying quality about him which she had liked. She hadn't recognized it at first, but some subconscious part of her had made her aware of it, and as a result, no matter how he had shamed her, she had accepted it. But this was totally unacceptable. She knew it was the liquor talking and not the man. Even if he had wanted to humiliate her earlier, when he had spoken to her, it was with a tone to his voice that let her know his intent was humiliation, and this had amused her more than a little. But now, under the influence of alcohol, his offer of money wasn't to merely humiliate her. No, he was seriously thinking of her as some kind of tramp who would sell herself if enough money was offered. She knew it was the liquor talking and not the man, but she also knew liquor was what had destroyed her parents' relationship, and she would not have anything to do with a man who drank.
Reaching into her blouse, she took out the bills and shoved them into the top of his shirt, saying, "Keep your money. I'm not some cheap tramp you can buy. You want me? This time you will have to rape me. I'm not going to simply acquiesce to your demands any longer. Before, you attacked me because of a flaw in your own character. You weren't able to help yourself. God knows, I even felt sorry for you the entire time you were forcing me to fellate you. But his time you're trying to fix me with the flaw, and I won't accept it."
"You're tryin' to play hard-to-get," he drunkenly snorted. "Well I'm gonna fuck you, honey, and it's gonna be with liquor on my breath and here, in the back seat of a car. I brought you home to be fucked, and fucked you'll be, and by me."
CHAPTER NINE
Amanda was terrified, actually terrified by this man. She had been amused, somewhat bemused, and a little thrilled by his earlier behavior, because deep down she had liked being mastered by a man who had found her so irresistible he'd gone to the lengths of kidnapping her. But now she was horrified, not because of the sex, but because of his meanness brought on by his drunkenness.
At the moment she was unable to believe everything that was happening to her. His long, slender hands were reaching out, filling themselves with her breasts, squeezing, pulling, tugging, mauling, in this case not at all erotically, but painfully. When he had played with her breasts earlier, her had been artful, gentle, teasing, taunting about it. Now he was just plain mean. He yanked hard on her right breast with his left hand while his right hand wandered down the skimpy blouse he had bought her across to her belly. He pressed a finger against the skirt between her legs. This was the first time he was actually trying to invade the sanctity of her vagina.
"Stop that!" Amanda insisted.
He silenced her instantly by cramming his mouth firmly against hers, his tongue delving between her lips, taunting her, daring her to try and bite it. Each time she did try, he yanked it back and her teeth suddenly slammed together, jarring her body.
Amanda's head was spinning as she tried to fight the powerful form of the man beside her, but it was no use. She was such a slender, helpless creature. Here, alone in this dark garage, out of sight and sound of anyone else in the world, she was indeed afraid.
Using her own tongue, she did her best to try and thrust that of the man back into his own mouth. Ambrose smiled, taking this as a positive response, so he continued lapping and licking. The taste of alcohol on his tongue and his breath made Amanda feel he wasn't merely violating her lips and mouth, he was ravaging and scouring them as he robbed her of the dignity he had been unable to take from her when he had forced her to suck his cock, earlier.
She quivered with fear, listening to the way the man hungrily moaned into her mouth, his hand pawing at the rear zipper on her blouse. More terrified than ever, the redheaded girl began writhing that much harder, but the man, like a powerful ursine monster, was now totally surrounding her, almost suffocating her as he finally pulled down the zipper.
Pushing her away from him for a moment, he yanked her blouse out of her skirt, even as she futilely tried scratching his hands with her manicured fingernails. He pulled hard, forcing her to lift her arms and he was yanking the blouse over her head. Now Amanda felt tears of terror, and she began crying. She tried controlling herself, knowing it was the alcohol making the man do these things and not the man's own will, but she was unable to stop crying. She was even more distraught when he reached behind her and undid the snaps on her brassiere.
Her head was swimming and she almost fainted, sparklers of horror flickering and flashing through her quaking brain as the man's working fingers made short work of the brassiere, tossing it into the front of the car, on the floor. His hands engulfed her passion-swollen breasts, his fingers rolling the nipples, firmly pinching them, forcing them to stand up against their own free will. For Amanda suddenly realized that much as she hated being used this way, the mere touch of this man's hands was enough to cause arousal to flare through her shuddering body. She was more of a captive to him than even he realized.
The man's hungry lips soon followed where his slenderly questing fingers had been, his hungry mouth just managing to gobble up her entire right breast. He tugged the spongy nipple into the depths of his own gullet, enjoying the way it slid across the roof of his mouth while his teeth chewed into her areola, and then his tongue washing it as he all but toally consumed the mammary.
All this time, Amanda was beating at his head with her clenched fists in a vain attempt to free her breast from the clamp that was his mouth. His teeth sank deeper and deeper into the fullness of her mammary, and when his mouth withdrew, there was a ring of teethmarks around the breast. He followed up by attacking the left breast, treating it in precisely the same manner, trying to swallow it down as if it were some gourmand's feast.
Amanda cried out, aware that the knowledge that this was his mouth caused arousal to build high in her even though she was terrified of him. She dug her hands into the man's sandy hair while he continued devouring her tender flesh. She tore at the hair in an attempt to make him lift his head. But his mouth remained firmly clamped on the pap.
He finally all but ripped his face from her fascinating white breasts and slammed his mouth against her lips again, slavering all over her. She struggled harder, aware that his hands were now at the top of her skirt, and when he started pulling it down, he also pulled her panties down along with it. Where it bad seemed totally natural to be naked in front of him earlier, it now appeared obscene. He pulled everything from her, tossing it onto the floor in front, and now she was totally naked as his weight pressed against her, keeping her pinned as his lips sucked at her mouth. When he lifted his mouth from hers, she tried wedging her legs between them, using them to pry him away from her. He pushed them out of the way in a contemptuous manner, snapping, "Wassa matter, honey? You think that virgin cunt of yours is too damned good f'someone like me? I'm too short, or too ugly, or something else not good enough for that hot pussy of yours? Well, I'm better'n anyone else you're ever gonna let fuck you, honey. At least when I pump into you, honey, you'll come. You think I didn't know that you came, before? If sucking on the old dingus is gonna make you come, then you can
'magine what's gonna happen when I cram it into that twat of yours."
"I didn't take my pill today," she told him. "You'll make me pregnant."
"S'that a fact," he muttered. "If your a virgin, why'd you be takin' pills in the first place?"
"Just in case someone like you comes along and rapes me!" she gasped.
"Well, then, see, all that pill-poppin' wasn't in vain. But I tell you what. After I've finished fuckin' you, and I let you go back inna house, you tell me what kinda pills you take, and I'll get some from the local pharmacy."
"Somehow that doesn't give me any kind of reassurance," Amanda insisted, shuddering.
"Face it, honey, you're going to be fucked."
He kissed his way down her slender throat, his mouth once again covering each of her breasts in turn, sucking on them as he flattened her out so that her head was resting on the rear seat. And she lay across the car in such a way that her legs, had they been longer, might have touched the steering wheel. He kissed his way down her flat stomach, and Amanda stared at the top of his head in the darkness, wondering why he didn't power himself into her and get the rape over and done with. What was on his befuddled mind?
Tantalizing thrills of uncontrolled desire began building up in spite of the detestation she had felt, for his head was away from hers at the moment, and she no longer smelled the alcoholic fumes. Arousal was building higher and hgher inside her, and Amanda realized she was beginning to respond to the erotic feelings within. She quivered, wondering why she was permitting herself to react to his kisses in spite of the fact that he was hell-bent on hurting her, fucking her in an embarrassing way and degrading her. Was she really as wanton as she seemed?
The realization of what was happening suddenly hit home with jarring force. Now he was going to do to her what she had done to Ruth. She was going to discover what it felt like to have a mouth pressed to her cunt. He, in his drunken state of mind, was under the impression she was feeling all the more humiliated at having to spread her thighs while his eyes and his mouth lavished themselves on it. Perhaps the only thing about this idea that she didn't like was the fact that his mouth still had the taste of alcohol in it, and he was going to deposit some of that residue in her cunt when he licked her. Yes, she wanted to feel a mouth on her cunt, but not this way. She wanted a clean mouth.
Amanda tried grabbing Ambrose's ears in a futile attempt to yank his head away. She stared at the blackness of the car ceiling in the hope of being able to control the wantonness inside her. He was sliding his hands under her thighs, lifting them literally tossing them over his shoulders so that her pounding heels were hitting his back.
Her eyes were glazed as she continued tugging on his ears, but the man refused to respond. Then his head dipped lower and his tongue shot straight out like that of an adder, as if using it as a heat-seeking device, and she felt his thin, slavering mouth pressed against the inner part of her right thigh. His lips slowly began kissing their way higher, aiming for the ultimate area of delight between the lovely reheaded woman's thighs.
Amanda let her mind drift back to that night when her own mouth had been pressed against the divided juiciness that was Ruth's womanly vessel. She remembered how the lovely blonde woman had writhed and squirmed, her thighs tightening around her neck as she underwent uncontrollable ecstasy. But Ruth had wanted it, had looked forward to it. She might have felt the same way but for the knowledge this man wasn't doing it to give her pleasure, but merely to demoralize her. Sex was supposed to be something wonderful, not disgusting.
She had to get away from him, somehow. But before she was able to move, his hands began gripping her buttocks firmly, as if they were handgrips meant to be squeezed. Her mind wanted to reject this because it was the alcohol making him do this and not the desire for her. Yes, yes, now she understood why she hadn't been afraid, earlier. In his lasciviousness, the man had still let her know he felt desire for her. He wanted her. That was the reason why she had been unable to make herself feel fear in spite of the disgraceful way he had forced her to suck his cock. He had come seeking her out. He had wanted to expressly feel her mouth. It had been impossible for her to reject a man who especially wanted her. But now? Now it had nothing to do with want. Now he was out to humiliate, to hurt, to degrade. Now he was out strictly for himself with no thought for her other than shame and degradation. He didn't care that the cunt he was about to kiss belonged to Amanda Rose. Any cunt would have done. At this moment, in his drunkenness, he wasn't shaming Amanda, but rather he was shaming any woman who happened to be handy.
But even as her mind attempted to reject what he was doing, her body was accepting it. She actually felt as if her cuntal labia were puckering in anticipation of the ultimate soul-kiss he was about to place on them. She wondered if the man would actually kiss her down there. Though Ruth had conned her into doing it, she wondered if men really did do these things to women, or was it merely something lesbians did to one another?
Shuddering, tingling currents of wanton electricity were sizzling from her toes and shooting along the entire length of her quivering young body. She turned and twisted and jerked and quivered, her bouffant red hair whipping wildly this way and that. Lightning had blasted through her as the powerful man's pursing lips pressed themselves to the soaking outer lips of her vagina. Her head snapped back and she thrust forward with her hips, her body reacting automatically without her mind instructing it, and her grip on his ears tightened all the more. Though she wanted to yank him away from her, all she somehow or other succeeded in doing was tugging his face that much deeper into her simmering womanly crypt.
"Aaaaaaiiiiilyyyyyeeeeeaaaggghhh!" she shrieked, as the tips of his sharp teeth began nibbling away at the sodden lips of her dribbling vagina. He chewed, but didn't actually cut into the labia, themselves as he sucked. "Ohhhhhhh ... Godddddd ... Mr. Wallace ... ohhhhhhhhh....pie eeeeee ase ... hhhhaaannnnghhh ... stop ... ooonnnnhhh...."
It was fantastic! It was the single most wonderfully thrilling, unbelievable sensation she had ever felt. This was incredible! Amanda had never know such feeling existed, and she'd had no idea how deep any kind of feeling ran. Now, for the first time, she was fast becoming aware that sensation was something totally overpowering. Even the wonderful orgasms she'd had earlier hadn't prepared her for something as marvelous and fantastic as this.
She was gasping for breath as he pulled his face away, and she fervently wished he would return to it as quickly as possible. For a moment she feared he was finally coming to his senses and he was realizing that what he was doing was not degrading to her as much as it was to him. But a moment later she realized he had stopped only long enough to catch his breath. He was panting heavily, and had it not been so dark inside the car, she would have seen the man was blue in the face from lack of air. Her own head was pressed against the rear seat back, rolling from side to side, her cheeks rubbing against the real leather seat covers.
The feeling had been unparalleled. Nothing she had ever known had compared to it. No wonder Ruth had conned her into doing this. Her one feeling at the moment was disappointment because the man had stopped. Yes! Yes! A mouth against her cunt was indeed the wildest, most wonderful feeling she had ever known. But even as she thought all this, she also remebered Ruth telling her there was no substitute for a good, solid cock. It offered even more pleasure, yet Amanda wondered how was it possible for anything to feel better than this?
She was just starting to catch her own breath when she felt the lips of Ambrose Wallace at the top of her nest of red, sparse pubic curls. She gasped as his tongue licked its way straight down through the fiery forest, reaching into the pink dell, and then beyond. Once again her head slammed backward, and all shame, all sorrow, all misery was forgotten for the moment. All that really mattered was what she was feeling. The sensation so totally overwhelmed her helpless young body, she completely lost control of her inner emotions. Her buttocks, wild and uncontrolled, bounced rapidly against the leather seat in spite of the stickiness of her perspiration trying to make her adhere to the bottom. Each time her ass lifted from the leather seat, there was a tearing sound, as if her flesh had been ripped rom the seat.
As vibrant tongue continued washing through the shuddering center of he quaking body, she wondered if her mother had ever experienced something like this. But of course her mother had. Her father always made all kinds of allusions to oral sex, jokingly of course, before the bottle had gotten total control of him. No wonder she was as anxious as Amanda to live by herself. The woman felt, and rightly so, that she was entitled to a certain amount of pleasure, and that pleasure would be inhibited as long as she, Amanda, remained in the same apartment with her.
Amanda believed flames were shooting from the depths of her searing cunt like fire coming from the mouth of a mythical dragon each time the handsome man's slender lips pressed themselves against her hot, feminine convexity. She repeatedly continued her bouncing, her buttocks moving uncontrollably, her body feeling more and more sensation, making her that much more aware of what "good" felt like. At least her conscience was clear. She hadn't asked for any of this. It had been foisted upon her, so at no time in the future would she have to berate herself for luring a man into doing something like this to her. . But even as she thought all this, Ambrose Wallace's tongue became the first male instrument-not counting his fingers-to actually touch her tender, seething vaginal labia, and then the tongue was spearing between them and touching the little pink nodule at their apex. The instant his tongue scrubbed her clitoris, Amanda felt she had died and gone to heaven. Her heartbeat seemingly stopped, and breath seemed to be driven from her trembling body by the energetic response of her vibrating clitoris as it leaped completely to attention, demanding it be treated in more of the same manner.
Because he had known women had intially been interested in him for his money rather than for himself alone, Ambrose Wallace had become a sexual artisan. He had painstakingly taken the time to perfect all of his sexual abilities until he had become a total master at the crafts of fucking, sucking, and touching. He was capable of tonguing and licking any vagina for hours on end, bringing a female to endless conclusions, each one a screaming climax.
Alcohol had dulled more than common sense in Ambrose. It had also caused him to drop the guard he had initially put against the lovely young redhead. He was allowing himself to give vent to the full range of his emotions, and as a result, the emotions were taking total control of him as never before. He was licking her cunt for a number of reasons. He had initially started doing so simply because it had pleased him to do so. He always believed in "taking a sniff and a taste" before actually plunging into a woman. But after a while, he lapped because he knew he was giving her pleasure, and for some reason, his dulled senses ached to please this female.
But now the time had come to really fuck her. Many was the experienced pussy who claimed she was incapable of climaxing because her cunt had been stretched too wide to be touched by a cock on all four walls at once. Ambrose Wallace had proved his horse-cock was big enough to do the job.
Now he had a virgin before him, and she was a tiny virgin at that. The sadist in him wanted to stretch her cuntwalls wide, but it was another emotion in him that decided he had to fuck her, for he already knew though this was to be his first time into the well, it would definitely not be his last. Virgin? Of course! His semi-drunken mind reasoned she was a virgin because her cunt had been reserved strictly for his cock. If it was to be used by any other cock, it would only be with his consent. At the moment, his was the only cock about to invade her womanly territory. He was going to sink the full length and breadth of it into her narrow little well, and he had a feeling she was going to take every bit of it. Hell! She was a human doll. Her cunt had to be narrower than any he had ever known. He was gojng to have the delightful enjoyment of measuring precisely how tight she was inside, as well as how deep she ran by applying his flesh ruler to her cuntal vault. What was more, he wasn't going to inch his way in. He was going to slam his cock into her cunt with all the force he was capable of mustering. Let the bitch realize what it was like to be fucked by a real man. Then, when she was fucked by other men....No! He refused to even countenance such a thought.
Ambrose pulled his light-red, short-cropped head from the lovely Amanda's lap, then sat back on his knees. He unzipped his pants and tugged them, along with his underpants, down to his kness. Then he fell back on his buttocks and pulled them off, pulling off his shoes at the same time. Returning to his knees as Amanda lay there out of breath, he took the time to pull of his shirt and undershirt.
Amanda was panting heavily. Her body was screaming for an orgasm, and she dared not move for fear of losing the heighened sensations she was already feeling.
Looking through the windshied of the car, she was able to see out the windows of the garage, and off to the left, over the beach, a half-moon was in the process of rising. At the angle at which it hung in the sky, it threw light into the car onto the lower half of Ambrose's body as he remained kneeling in front of her. In the silver wash, his penis stood out like a glittering, vibrant staff with an amethyst tip.
Amanda was suddenly snapped back to reality. The simple facts were, she had been resting herself on the beach in the shade of her umbrella, a strong man had come along, she had foolishly allowed him to lure her to his house, and here, he had raped her mouth, gotten himself dunk, and was in the process of devirginizing her. That huge penis, which had almost strangled her half to death, was about to penetrate her vagina if she permitted it, was going to cause her one hell of a lot a pain before bringing her any pleasure, assuming it did bring her pleasure. In the light of the moon she had never seen anything so huge. It resemebled a baseball bat. What was more, the organ looked to be alive, filled with an existence of its own, an everlasting life-a life that would continue even if the man, himself, died. Yes, at this moment it looked like it would live forever, to punish her for having allowed herself to enjoy it when it had been used to chastise her, earlier. She was depraved, because only a depraved person would enjoy being pierced in the gullet with such a monstrosity. This man torturing her was a sick man, a troubled man, and if she were any kind of decent human being, instead of going along with him and playing his insane games, she would try and find some way to help cure him. Amanda felt her own sanity starting to slip away, and she tried cowering, rolling her body into a tiny ball in the far corner of the rear seat.
"No!" she shouted as loud as she was able.
Her shout didn't amount to much. It was trapped in the confines of a soundproofed car which, in turn, was in a garage beneath the ground of a soundproofed house. "No! Oh Mr. Wallace, no! It was bad enough to have done what you forced me to do earlier. But this ... this is obscene. You know how tiny I am down there. You'll rip me apart. I'll never be able to take the whole thing inside me. You're much to thick. Don't do this!"
"No?" Ambrose asked, smiling calmly at her in his half-drunken state. He was calm, relaxed as he stared at her completely naked form, the moonlight coming from behind him also touching her. "What do you mean, no? There isn't a word like that in your vocabulary as long as you're with me. That word has no meaning as far as I'm concerned. When I tell you to do something, you say, 'Yes, Mr. Wallace, of course Mr. Wallace.' Anthing else'll get me mad."
His hands moved across the car to where she lay, caressing her very gently, forcing her, against her will, to slowly unwind her body. She tried shrinking from him, wanting to feel afraid of him, but instead continuing to feel the pervading warmth he had initiated in her when he had first started licking her vagina. Little by little he straightened her body out.
Ambrose's drunken mind was unable to understand why he was being so tolerant off this particular girl. He usually was belting them around by now, overpowering them, slapping their faces and their asses, making them grovel and enjoying every bit of it. Why didn't he feel the urge to make this one grovel? An hour ago, when he had been a bit more drunk, he might very well have belted her. But now he didn't feel like hurting her. He was feeling more and more as he had earlier in the day.
"Mr. Wallace, please ... let's go into the house," Amanda pleaded. "I'll do anything you want in there, but don't make me feel like a common trollop by doing something to me here in the back of a car."
Ambrose realized he was losing control of the situation. He had to do something in a hurry or eventually he would not only lose control, her would lose Amanda. He was startled to realize he didn't want to lose Amanda. He had no idea why she was special to him, but she was. He had to keep her.
He had to make her understand he was master of this situation or he would never be able to hold his head up again. So he smiled at her as wickedly as he was able to under the circumstances, all the tenderness and patience gone from his voice and manner as he decided to make her think he would really harm her if she didn't obey, even if he had no intention of doing so. She was in his power, and she had to understand she would do what he pleased, when he pleased, where he pleased.
"Now you listen to me, Amanda Rose," he said to her. I've decided I want to fuck you in this car, here and now. So you're gonna lie right down here on this seat, and you'll spread your legs, and you'll fuck! What's more, I'm going to fuck you until that tender behind of yours digs a hole in the seat, and then ... and then I'm going to fuck you some more. I intend fucking you all through the night, in here, upstairs, and even in the master bedroom, where I've never fucked another woman before in my life. What's more, you're going to love every last little bit of it. By the time I'm through with you, you'll come crawling to me, begging me for more. But when you do, I'm going to ignore you, Amanda, just as I've ignored the countless other cunts I've known. You're good for a night, maybe a week or two, and then, off you go."
"Poor Ambrose," Amanda murmured, genuinely feeling sorry for him. "That you should have to sink to this. If you're only one-tenth as good as you say, you'd never have to resort to force."
"Damn you!" Ambrose snorted, his hand suddenly gripping her throat. "Who the hell d'you think you are, analyzing me this way? Damn you to hell, Amanda Rose. The time for talking is past. The time for fucking has begun."
Amanda automatically moved one of her arms across her breasts to cover them. For a brief instant he had sparked fear inside her. Now he was looming over her, looking like some giant spectre about to pounce on her as he hovered there. Her other hand slid between her thighs to cover her vaginal mount, not only from his eyes, but from his hands, and from that massive instrument of his, as well.
But his hand was already reaching down and covering her hand, slowly pulling it aside, his strong knees moving between her own slender young thighs. The man's immense strength was making itself known as he leaned forward and carelessly flipped her two arms to her sides, positioning her so she lay with her head against the rear seatback, her buttocks forward, and her stretched-out feet once again resting on his shoulders. She knew if she tried to pull them away, he would merely hoist them right back up.
Dear God! Amanda thought. He's probably the most marvelous man I've ever know, and if I can get him to stop drinking ... oh ... he's going to do it!He's going to ... f-fuck me. That impossibly thick, long ramrod will never fit inside me. But he won't let go! He knows I'm a virgin, that I've never had a penis inside me before. He might kill me with that ... thing of his. No! No, he won't kill me. He's not the type to really harm anyone.
Roughly, as if to emphasize his mastery over her, Ambrose tugged her slender thighs as wide apart as possible while still keeping her knees on his shoulders. Moving foward while on his knees, he let his swinging cock hammer wildly against the insides of her tantalizing thighs. With the moonlight pouring in over his shoulder, Amanda was able to see the rich purple hue of his penile head. In the silver moonlight it almost looked black.
"Ambrose," she said softly, "please don't do this. You're hurting yourself as much as you are me."
"Sure I'm hurting myself," he nodded. "There's no pleasure in this. I'm only doing it because this is painful. I relish pain. I hate pleasure. So I'm causing the both of us untold agony here and now."
He pushed his knees firmly into the seat between her slender thighs, his knees forcing them to remain wide apart. Even though it was dark where his body shadowed what he was doing, he was still barely able to make out the outline of her cunt and her buttocks. The man grinned his partially drunk grin as he spread his weight on top of the slender Amanda, saying, "I've been told you don't have a hymen. You have no idea how lucky you are. That's one helluva lot of pain you'll be spared. Honey, you're about to be plugged as few women in this world really have been. Few, that is, in comparison to how many women there are in the world, not few in number, though. I have a feeling you're going to be the best lay I've ever had."
Amanda writhed a bit as the massive, swollen, rubbery head of the man's monstrous penis slipped between her tender thighs and settled against her wetly shining cuntlips, resting there for a long instant. Then, with infinite patience, the man gripped his penis and began rubbing the tip of it up and down, up and down, wedging her inner labia the least little bit apart. He felt her crisp vaginal hairs tickling the head of his penis as it began denting her inner labia inward.
"Uuuuunnnhhh!" she gasped. "God! Ambrose, Mr. Wallace, don't do this to me. Don't you understand, you're drunk, now. Sober, you wouldn't do something like this. You hate to admit it, but you have a conscience, and if you do this, you'll feel anguish for the rest of your life."
"I'm getting more and more sober with every passing minute," he gasped, feeling the wetness of his own lubrication mixing with the salivary deposit he had left in her cunt, added to the heavy outflow of her own oils, giving his cock all the greasing it would need for total penetration. "Now you might be right about me being sorry for all this, afterward, but I'll be just as sorry if I don't do it. I'd rather be sorry for something I've done than for something I didn't do. So make up your mind to it, I'm going to fuck you-NOW!"
Without another word, he tightened his buttocks, bunching his thigh muscles as he cocked his hips, then he rammed forward with all his strength, pushing into the wedge opening of her narrowly tight little vagina.
It hurt!
As far as Amanda was concerned, the pain of the vaginal tissues, being widened as never before, was agonizing. It hurt like it ought not to, and she groaned, trying to keep her lips clamped tightly shut. Crying out would have one of two effects, neither of which she wished to give. Crying out meant she would either make ham sadistically happy, which she had no desire to do, or it would dig into his subconscious and cause him later anguish, which, for some strange reason, she also didn't wish to do. But she felt as if a white-hot bar of pure metal was being forced into her vagina, tearing directly into her innards. The massive penis seemed to open her up, ripping her flesh, cutting through her backwall, her belly and her chest, moving up into her gullet intent on coming out of her mouth. Her vagina felt torn, shredded, spread as wide as the Grand Canyon, and she was certain the penetration of Ambrose Wallace's pulsing cock had broken her pelvic bones, as well, tearing her flesh, cutting through her muscles, making certain she would never again be able to walk. Her breath was wheezing out of her in agonizingly short pantings as she felt the massively swollen cock enlarging in her interior tunnel, coated with blood she was certain came from tissues he had ripped on the way in.
In actuality, the hard cock had only pentrated three inches into her, and now Ambrose relaxed, allowing that part of his cock in her seething tunnel to rejoice in the fantastic tightness of her crushing inner pressure. G-o-o-o-o-o-ddddd it was a tightness the like of which he had never felt from another vagina. Oh, Lord! Was she ever compressing his cock in there. It was as if he were trapped in an ever-contracting vise. It squeezed his cock to the point where it seemed to threaten to suck all the semen from his prostate in a single tumultuous explosion.
Ambrose Wallace had never felt so overwhelmed with sensation in his entire life. He was aroused with overpowering heat the like of which he hadn't known since the first time he had fucked a woman. That time it had been a woman he had thought he'd loved. Since then, he had never again made the mistake of believing himself in love with a woman, but the effect of this cunt on him was the same as that initial cunt, and he was worried about having a premature ejactulation. Hell! That first time, it had all been so new to him, but at no time had he ever felt such powerful tightness as he felt at this moment. Jesus! She had a crease that was a crusher. She was so tightly fastened around his throbbing organ he knew if he didn't have the full length of his throbbing cock solidly buried in the fuming center of her he would go out of his mind. So he took a deep breath, clenched his buttocks tightly together, and riding on the added lubricaton emitted by her own internal self, pushed his pulsing cock deeper, deeper, deeper, sinking it further into her, pushing it slowly forward into her tightly resisting pocket until he had wriggled every last little millimeter into her.
"Owwwww aaaggg hhh ... n-o-o-o-o-o ... pie eee-eee aaaaase ... it hurts, it hurts!" the lovely redheaded girl screamed.
The agony of the follow-up assault was no less painful for Amanda but it was a different kind of agony for the petite young lady. She had never been stretched before, certainly not this wide, and she felt unadulterated physical agony as the massively thick phallus slid past her cervix in its complete penetration of her vagina, widening and spreading the tubing of her clutching vaginal membranes, stretching her helplessly tormented body and pressuring her interior.
Amanda, who had always been the soul of sanity and reason itself, had almost fled into the world of insanity to escape this torture, but after a moment felt her sanity returning, and with it, there was new and vivid pain, agony that flooded her tormented mind as well as her tantalizingly slender body. As she lay there, she contemplated some kind of revenge for this latest indignity performed on her person.
Until he had done this to her in the car, she had felt sorry for him. No, she had felt much more for him.
Amanda had actually felt herself attracted to him. In a way she was still attracted to him, but she hated him nontheless. In fact, her attraction to him made her hate him that much more. He had perpetrated an outrage on her womanly dignity as prson to take revenge on anyone. To preserve her sanity she had to come to grips with the fact that for the first time in her young life a massive penis was solidly buried in her teeming center. She was no longer a virgin in any sense of the word, and except for the temporary agony she was undergoing, it really wasn't going to change her in any way.
The thick penis felt as if it had been buried hundred of feet deep inside her, and there was simply nothing for her to do to resist the throbbing length of human penetration. Eventually he would be finished, and the pain would go away.
"Uuuuumphhhhh! she grunted.
It was pulsing and hammering away inside her teeming young body, the thickness swelling and receding as he continually flexed it, creating the impression he had drilled a jackhammer into her. It was pounding insanely away within her, as if keeping beat with the pulsations of his pounding heart as he pressed his muscular body all the more firmly against her slender feminine loveliness. She was perspiring very heavily, and it was her breasts which seemed to be taking most of his weight, as she felt them pushed and flattened against her body. His throbbing organ was buried as deeply as possible inside her, and with each pulsation it felt as if new pinnacles of pain were being brought to life inside her close feminine cave.
It was almost amusing, and if it weren't so agonizing, she would have laughed about it. He had besmirched her honor. In this day and age no woman was virginal, certainly not in her twenties, so Amanda really didn't think too much about it. Still, it would have been nice if she had been able to save her virginity for the man she loved, even if he might not end up being the man she would one day marry. Then another thought occurred to her. How would she know she loved a man unless she played the two-backed beast with him?
Aloud, she said, "Well now, you must feel pretty macho, having raped a helpless virgin. How does it feel to put your masculine strength against a helpless girl incapable of fighting back?"
She found herself panting heavily. Each gasp seemed to coincide with a pulsation of his penis inside her vagina.
"Helpless?" Ambrose laughed. "Where in the name of God did you ever get the idea you were helpless? It's you helpless women who eventually gain control over the strongest of men. Hell! If there's one thing I've learned in this world it's that there's no such thing as a helpless woman. The prettier you are, the more powerful you are, and Amanda, let's stop kidding ourselves. Rated that way, you're going to wield one helluva lot of power."
He was rasping into her ear as he spoke, his teeth nibbling and chewing on her earlobe, his hard body spreading itself over her slender form so that she felt totally overwhelmed by his physicality.
"The hardest part is over with, Amanda" he continued. "You were sure as hell a virgin, all right. But that obstacle is out of the way once and for all. I'll tell you this, though. You're so damned tight inside, the next guy to penetrate you...."
He stopped, and Amanda, even in pain, was curious what he was going to say.
"What about the next man to enter me?" she asked.
"No!" he snapped shaking his head. "If anyone else ever fucks you, at least in the near future, it'll have to be on my say-so. You're mine, Amanda, mine for as long as I want you."
"From what you've told me, you tire of women pretty quickly."
"I have a feeling I'm not going to tire of you for a long time to come," he said, and though the smell of whiskey was still on his breath, there was no doubt that he was almost completely sober by now.
"If you continue drinking like that, you'll have to rape me every time, because you sure as hell won't have me willingly, otherwise," she insisted.
"Are you telling me you'd be willing if I didn't drink?" he asked.
"All I'm saying is, I'll definitely be unwilling as long as you do drink," she reiterated.
"I see," he nodded. "Well, I'll worry about the next time, the next time. As for now, well things'll be getting good for the both of us just about now."
With her battered mind having survived the bruising assault on her body, the beautiful young red-haired girl began to take inventory of her violated body as she lay impaled, staked like a vampire as it were against the fulcrum of her violator, spiked by a long, thick spear of strong, purple-topped flesh that felt so huge inside her, she felt as if Pike's Peak had been hammered into her.
.Inventory revealed to her that fact that her hot vagina had not, in spite of all initial feeling otherwise, been torn asunder. True it had been painfully penetrated, but she wasn't bleeding internally. All the fluid she felt within was lubrication, mostly her own, but with a goodly mixture of his, as well.
The torment was beginning to fade more than a little by now, and the sensitive nerves buried in the depths of her womanly well, as well as at the entrance to her cunt were commencing to churn in a very unlady-like way as she realized she was beginning to feel sensations similar to those she had felt when she had been forced to fellate him earlier, and she had penetrated her vagina with her own finger. Only this time the feeling was considerably stronger than it had been, then. The pressure of his thick penis against all her inner walls at once was having a turmoiled effect on her. The agony was definitely disappearing, and more and more thrilling sensations continued building in her womanly interior. In fact, it was beginning to reach proportions similar to those she had felt when he had first applied his tongue to her clitoris. her pelvic bones were not, as she had first thought, broken, for her lower body was already beginning to start rotating,, turning, twisting, churning in an obscene revolving motion of lascivious invitation, moving as if her mind was no longer connected to her body, and her body was doing its own thing. She was aware of the fact that the movement of her body was inviting the thick root already buried deeply inside her to attempt even deeper penetration. What was more, her vaginal lips were beginning to feel tingles, and she realized her perineum was still definitely intact, as were her buttocks. In fact, she felt his testicles being cradled between the cheeks of her ass, those globes that protected her anus from the rest of the world.
All in all, Amanda had to admit she would unquestionably survive this penetration of her helpless body. But that huge spike probing within her was causing even greater sensations.
Ambrose was enjoying himself simply lying there, letting his hard cock soak in her cunt. Christ! Her pussy was so tight, he was certain her clinging walls had scraped off his outer layer of skin, and what was more, there was every chance she would scrape off additional layers of skin if he pumped his prick in and out of her oven. Hell! He had started out to fuck her, and fuck her he would, come hell, high water, or any other damned thing. He bunched his taut muscles together and forced his penis to swell even more thickly without trying to move it inside her.
"Hhhhhaaaauuunnnngggghhh!" the lovely little redheaded young woman gasped.
At first she thought she would feel more agony, and then, as the moments passed, she realized what she was feeling was definitely not agonizing in any way. Rather it was more of that good feeling, and she immediately began striving for more of it as the gigantic shaft in the tunneling depths of her hot cunt seemingly danced around inside and the dreadful, traitorous nevers of her inner womb responded without her mind telling them to do so. All four walls of her tightly clinging vaginal tunnel throbbed with the contractions of the pulsing cock, and her inner muscles began working for the first time, surrounding his organ even more tightly, applying pressure like a million tiny little caterpillars running up and down the massive cylindrical length.
"You have the tightest cunt I've ever known," he gasped. "Jesus! You feel like the jaws of a snapping turtle inside. Honey, you and I are going to have us one big ball."
"You've been trying to make me feel ashamed ... uhhh ... of myself ever since you brought me here," Amanda gasped. "Well, I have nothing for which to reproach myself," she insisted. "You go ahead and do what you want with me, but you won't make me feel guilty about it."
"Guilty?" he smirked. "I told you, I don't want you feeling guilty. Enjoy, honey, enjoy. Keep on enjoying right up to the day I toss you out on your keester, then don't bother coming back to me, because I'll have moved on to other pastures."
"You really have a way of making a woman feel good inside," she retorted, angry that he had to be sarcastic even now.
Intent on enjoying her tight pussy to the utmost, the strong man pushed his two hands under her asscheeks, with her legs still on his shoulders, and he dug his fingers into the cheeks of her rounded behind.
"Hhhhhaaauuuggghhh!" he gasped. "Jesus! I've never felt a cunt like this in my entire life. I think I might very well spend the rest of my life buried inside you, honey. The time has come for me to do some moving, and I'd advise you to move with me for maximum pleasure, honey."
"Easy ... hhh hhuuuu unnnng ggg ... careful I'll...," she gasped, unable to fight him as she decided to go along with her original idea of doing whatever it was he wanted to do and sparing herself any further grief and pain. Her body was already responding in a positive way no matter what her mind wanted, anyway. Her cunt slammed against his groin, thrusting upward as he powered downward. Her rotating, vibrating fuzz-covered pelvis was hitting against his with regulated rhythm as he began a vibrant thrusting into her vagina while the serpentine walls inside milked his phallic length in perfect rhythm to the pounding of both their hearts.
Leaning down a little to gain more leverage, the handsome man opened his mouth and began to suck strongly on the swollenly pink-budded nipple of Amanda's right breast, pulling it deep into his mouth, and slavering all over it. His saliva seemed to cover all of her breast as he pulled it all the way into his mouth again and again. It was at that moment that he reached underneath and pressed a finger against the flower-like bud of her crinkled anus.
A new and different, more outrageous pain blasted through Amanda Rose's helpless young body at this most recent violation of her tiniest, tenderest squirming innermost orifice, but the pain was almost something pleasurable, for Amanda felt it melt into the arousing thrills she was feeling in the crushing depths of her enclosing vagina. She felt herself starting to fuck with redoubled and renewed vigor, her body automatically responding to what was happening to it.
"Hhh hhhuuu uaaann nngggh hh ... oooonn nng-ggh hh ... ggghhh hhhaaa nnnngg ghhh ... hhhhaa aauuur rrrggg gnnnnn ghhhhhh...." she gutturally gasped out loud, and she discovered her body was feeling sensations as it had never felt them before. She was alive with thrilled desire, moving uncontrollably, bucking insanely, bouncing maddeningly. It was happening. She was slowly building toward that ultimate sensation again. Though she had always been gentel and lady-like, Amanda knew this was not a time for gentility. Rather it was a time for honesty, and Amanda was nothing if not honest.
"You've ... uuuuunnnnhhh ... violated me ... ravaged me ... hhh hhhuuu uunnnn ggghhh ... raped me ... ggg ghhhhu uuunnn ggghhh ... pillaged me...."she gasped between panting sighs of building lust. "You wanted ... oooohh hhh ... to fuck me so ... uuunnn hhh ... bad lyyyyy ... hhh haaann nnhhh ... so come on and do it right ... nnn hhh ... fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck me har rrrrd ... fuck me deep ... ggg ghhhha aaannn ggg hhh ... fuck me again and again ... fff hhhnnn nggghh hhhh ... fuck up ... ooo ooo-ooh ... fuck up ... ooo hhhh ... fuck down ... uuu nnnhhh hh ... fuck around ... fuck me inside out ... and if I die, keep on fucking me afterwarrrrd...."
She was actually screaming at him, her voice the shrill scream of some creature totally unknown to her. Her innermost thoughts were being revealed to this monster as she reached up, surrounding his powerful body with her slender arms, arms coated with the lightest, fluffiest red lint. Her fingers clamped themselves to his back, digging in, cutting him with her nails, making half-moon little scars in his flesh, scars that filled with blood each time her nails moved to another part of his back. Soon she was not merely cutting into his back, but ripping the flesh, tearing it, making canals of blood. She soon had swaths cut from the nape of his neck down his spine. Her fingers cut into his buttocks, raking them, as well, as she urged his cock that much more deeply into her, making him pound faster and faster. Her body bounced in tandem with his.
Ambrose's head was still down because his mouth was sucking on one of her breasts, heightening the feeling even more for her. But when he turned his face at an angle, she leaned up and forward and bit at his earlobe.
The stocky, sandy-haired man continued plunging his prodigious penile pole of power into her tender vaginal vise, at the same time digging his fiercely churning finger into her anal depths, while chomping down on the nodding nodule of her nipple, causing her breasts to swell even more. At the same time Amanda gave some serious thought to chewing off the man's earlobe.
Until now, Abrose had always been good at holding his sperm in check. He always made the women come before he did in order to show them he was the lord and master, but with this woman it was different. He was going to come, and he was going to come hard. What was more, he wouldn't be able to hold himself in check. Not only that, but he didn't want to restrain himself. What he was feeling was too good. He had to keep going until he hit the top of the rainbow. Any pause, any slowdown would decrease the sensations for him, sensations far stronger than anything he had ever previously known with any other female. Her teeth in his earlobe made him speed up his violent thrusts and he fucked her that much harder. He moved his weighty penis in and out of her sucking tightness at a speed he would never have believed possible. Without thinking about her satisfaction in the least, he felt his own seed bubbling up, and he slammed his cock into her all the more violently.
"UUUUUR RRRGGG GGHHHH LLLMMM MMH-HHH WWWWWA AAAUUU UUUHHH RRRRGG GGLLU HHHMMM MFFFFF FFAAAA GGGHHH HHLHHH WWWRRR GGG!" he gagged as he came, his mouth filled with the fullness of her rounded breast, the nipple reaching his throat. He fired one violent spurt of semen after another into her tender body.
Even as he fired, his cock, still stiff, continued applying friction to her vaginal walls as his finger delved as deep into her rectum, and the lovely redhead realized her orgasm was overwhelming her.
As strong as her initial orgasm had been when he had forced her to suck his cock, it was mild compared to the towering charge that sizzled through her entire body at this moment. Amanda was unable to figure out prcisely what was happening. The blasting flashbulbs that went off behind her eyes, and a mounting pressure building up inside her head were so strong, she was afraid her brain would burst.
The seething pressure clogged her throat, making her gag as if she still had a penis in her gullet. Then the feeling moved into the swells of her breasts, both of which felt as if lightning was radiating through the pink nipples. Then the mammaries felt as if they had exploded. Shudders rippled through her wantonly writhing flat belly, then moved into her womb, bursting through her vagina with uncontrollable, overpowering force. In fact, the force from her vagina was so great, it almost expelled the still-solid staff of the man's cock from her body.
Not knowing what procedure to follow at this point, nor totally aware of what was happening, all Amanda was able to do was gasp and gaggingly cling to the man on top of her, even as he sought to try and pull out of her for fear of having his cock compressed into a flat piece of useless flesh. But Amanda wasn't letting go. Hell! He had taken her this far, and the two of them were going all the way.
Her thighs wrapped themselve around his muscular body, and if her slender legs were unable to wind themselves all the way around the man, her heels reached his buttocks, and she kicked them much as a cowboy would dig spurs into the flanks of a horse. As a result, his body shuttled back and forth all the more quickly, thereby making his cock massage her helpless membranes-already oversensitive-until the next orgasm, slightly less powerful, overcame her. This was followed in short order by a third, a fourth, a fifth, and then a series of minor climaxes so quantitative, she lost count. She finally ran out of breath and out of strength. Her weak thighs fell apart as she felt the last of his spurts inside her, and that was when she realized his penis had once again wilted and shiriveled to nothingness.
"Christ!" he gasped, staring down at her. "I've never know anyone like you. Never!"
Then she passed out.
CHAPTER TEN
When Amanda awoke, she found herself in the room where Ambrose had initially forced her to fellate him. The sofa-bed was open, and she realized she was lying on it. She had, in fact, slept the whole night through, and even at this moment felt exhausted.
Closing her eyes, she let herself drift off again. She slept for quite a period of time, and when she awoke, the position of the sun told her it had to be somewhere near noon.
Getting up, she discoverd a small bathroom nearby, and took care of all her needs, climaxing everything with a long, hot shower. Not once did it occur to her to be sorry for what had happened, other than to regret having to have felt so much pain at initially being stretched. Somehow she had the feeling that tight as she was, her membranes had acquired a greater elasticity, and in the future, the pain would be minimal, if it would exist at all.
When she emerged from the bathroom, she found her way to the kitchen and there prepared a hot cup of tea while making herself some toast and margarine. She was washing the tea cup when she heard the font door open and close, and then Ambrose walked into the kitchen. "You passed out, last night," he told her. "I went and got your pills from your apartment, but I wasn't able to wake you to take one."
"Too late now," she shrugged.
"Well what the hell d'you want me to do?" he snapped. "Come on, blame me, tell me it was all my fault."
"I don't have to tell you," she said. "You've already said it."
"Well, I'm not apologizing," he insisted.
"I didn't think you would," Amanda replied. "It would look rather ridiculous to apologize under the circumstances. I mean, it was an out-and-out rape. One almost never apologizes for something like that."
"I suppose you're going to tell me you hated it," he said to her.
"On the contrary," she told him. "I liked it very much, though it would have been better had it been less violent."
"You bitch!" he snapped. "You know damn well you'd never have agreed to be fucked on such short notice. You're the kind of woman who has to date a man for a long time before you even let him cop a feel, much less do what I did to you."
"Yes," she nodded. "What's more, I don't apologize for my lack of promiscuity. I know I'm your prisoner here, and I know you can force me to do it all over again, but that's the way it'll have to be every time. You'll have to force me from now on. I won't willingly do anything for you after what you did to me, last night."
"Are you telling me you would have willingly fucked if I hadn't scared the hell out of you?" he challenged.
"I'm telling you I have no respect for a man who drinks, and though I can't vouch for what I might have done had you been sober, I'll always be opposed to anything with a man who is drunk."
"If I swore never to drink again?"
"It's easy to talk," Amanda insisted.
"If I threw out every bottle of liquor in the house," he pleaded.
"Why?" she asked. "After all, I'm your captive, your slave. You can force me to do anything you want. Why make concessions to me?"
"You're right!" he nodded. "You're goddamned right! I don't owe you shit, except that you're probably pregnant by now, carrying my kid in your belly."
They fell silent after that, because it never occurred to either one to abort the child. But it was a silence Amanda knew she was winning.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
No other woman had affected Ambrose Wallace as this petite redhead. He had already thrown out all the booze, but he still refused to mellow in his attitude toward her, remaining surly, as if challenging her to make the first peaceful overture. In effect, he wanted her to let him know that his rape of her, both times, now had her approval.
Amanda had no intention of sanctioning the horror he had put her through in the Rolls the previous evening. Granted, she did have feelings for him. At one point it had been pure hate, but she realized the hate had stemmed from the fact that she had been emotional about him right from the start. Granted, it was possible to hate a man without liking or loving him, but in Ambrose Wallace's case, this just wasn't so.
Had she merely hated what he had done to her the previous night, then she would feel dislike and indifference toward him, now. But she didn't feel that. On the contrary, she felt very strongly toward him, only she wasn't sure what direction these strong emotions were taking.
Love was something that had never entered Amanda's life, and so she was unsure of what she was presently feeling, having nothing with which to compare these feelings. By the same token, she knew she did feel strongly about him.
Ambrose, on the other hand, began hating himself. He was trying to gain this woman's approval. He was well aware that what he had done to her both times was wrong. But he had handled so many different women the same way and hadn't given a damn about them, after. Why whould he care about Amanda Rose?
He wanted her to like him. The only way for that to possibly happen would be if he took her back home. To do that would mean the possibility of losing her. There was also the fact that she was very probably pregnant, and a blood test could easily prove the child was his. She would drag him into court, and aside from his having to pay child-support, he might very well be charged with rape.
Ambrose was at an impasse. As a result, he became angry again. No woman had a right to make him feel this way.
Amanda was well aware of the way she was affecting him, perhaps because of the effect he had on her. She also saw the hard glitter return to his eyes. Where she had been sorry for him the first time, and afraid because of his drunkenness the second time, this time she began feeling angry. A mature man would face up to what he was feeling and try talking things out with her. But Ambrose obviously was either immature, or he lacked experience when it came to talking with women. But she knew that look, and it meant it was rape-time.
"Well, what is it to be this time, my mouth or my vagina?" she asked, anticipating him.
"You always have the answers, even before the questions are asked, don't you!" he snarled.
"There seems to be one answer to any question in this house, and it always has to do with that piece of meat hanging between your legs," she replied, testily.
"You're right," he nodded. "Satisfaction of my cock comes first and foremost. So you have a choice of either walking or being dragged."
"Where? Back to the car?"
"This time I'm going to give it to you nice and proper," he snapped. "Just so you have no complaints about where it's taking place, I'm going to fuck you in my private bedroom. But before you go getting any bright ideas, I'll tell you right now, I'm fucking you in the ass."
CHAPTER TWELVE
Amanda was horrified. At the moment she lay on the bed in a gigantic bedroom. It was a massive bed, big enough to sleep as many as a dozen poeple, with custom-fitted sheets and fancy bedcovers. There were ceiling mirrors, wall mirrors, mirrors everywhere.
Amanda didn't know whether this was becoming monotonous, ludicrous, and ridiculous, but she did know she didn't relish the idea of the man poking that thick log of his into her anus. His finger had found it difficult to enter when he had been fucking her cunt, the previous night. Her asshole was definitely tighter than her cunt, and her cunt had felt ready to be ripped apart when the thickness of his cock had stretched it.
But even as she thought about all this, while Ambrose once again undressed, she knew she would have no choice but to submit. She also knew that if she allowed him to take her rectum without putting up a fight, he would be so unhappy, he would find some other means of taking advantage of her. Apparently he got some sadistic pleasure out of seeing her cry and scream. So the only intelligent thing at the moment would be to cry and scream no matter what she felt. Not that she doubted for a moment that his cock, going into her ass, would cause untold agony. But if she let him see what kind of pain she felt, it might please him enough to stop this torture of her.
"Y-you're not really going to do it to me in the rear," she gasped.
"You'd better believe it, bitch!" he snapped angily, his anger directed more at himself for not being able to control his lust for her rather than actually being angry at her. If he felt any anger at her at all, it was simply for the reason that she emotionally affected him as no other woman had ever done.
He stalked over to the bed where she lay, and grabbing her, he flipped her over onto her belly. Amanda was more aware than ever of how strong he was. She lay prone on the bed, filled with dual fear. She was afraid of what he was going to do to her, but she was even more afraid of the time when he became bored with her and wanted nothing more to do with her. She rose to her knees in an attempt to scramble across the bed. Her fingers gripped the satin bedspread, a spread that would probably cost three months of her salary as a teacher. Then Ambrose planted the palm of his hand in her back and held her down as if trying to squash a bug. She was pinned solidly to the mattress.
Amanda hated the mixed emotions raging inside her. She knew the choices she had were not her own. She wanted to cry out to him, to tell him she loved him, but she was afraid he would snicker and tell her a multitude of other women had told him the same thing. At the same time, she wanted to take his cock into a part of her body where she was able to accept it lovingly. Her rectum was definitely not the place. Tears had proven an ineffective weapon. Letting him see them might provoke the animal in him even more, as it had done last night.
Maybe all he wanted to do was fuck her cunt from a rear position. Maybe he would be content with that. After all, he kept calling her bitch. Maybe he wanted to fuck her like a bitch in heat.
"You're one-hundred-percent mine, Amanda," he snorted.
"Yes, yes, I know," she nodded. "I'm yours until you grow tired of me. You've already told me."
"Except there's been a slight change, Amanda. I've decided I don't think I'll ever grow tired of you. I think I'm going to keep you with me, a prisoner in here, for a long, long time. Maybe I'll sire a whole football team of bastards with you."
"Don't be ridiculous," she laughed, forgetting to humor him for the moment. "You'd never get away with it. People will come looking for me once the school term starts."
"But they won't come to me," he snorted. "No one even noticed you getting into my car, yesterday. I like having you as my slave. I like making you understand my cock is your lord and master."
Amanda weighed all of a hundred pounds, wringing wet, and Ambrose Wallace weighed half-again as much as she, only he was pure muscle. She didn't stand a ghost of a chance of getting away from him in this room. Each time she tried lifting her buttocks to gain some leverage, he smacked her behind again, until it got to the point where Amanda almost welcomed the hot, hard smack of his hand against her backside.
She was provoking a strong streak of sadism in him, and she realized it when the man, instead of smacking her buttocks gently, lifted his hand and walloped her as hard as he was able on the delicious roundness of her tantalizing backside. He began raining a series of hard blows on her asscheeks, and she realized the man was getting a kind of thrill from causing her pain.
"Stop it, damn you!" she snapped at him, angry that he was taking pleasure in causing her pain.
What she didn't know was, his vibrant beating of her backside was not quite as pleasurable for him as she had believed. Each time he walloped her buttocks it was because of the feeling he had for her. He was trying to beat it out of himself by beating her. If he hurt her hard enough, maybe he'd stop feeling as strongly as he did about her. But with each wallop, the tears brimmed higher in his eyes as he realized that by torturing her, he was torturing himself. She gasped, but wouldn't cry out, and each gasp made him hate himself more, and thus hit her buttocks a little harder. Again and again he repeatedly spanked the pliant rubbery globes of her rounded ass cheeks until the flesh turned a bright red. As far as Ambrose was concerned, each blow was a blow against himself. As far as Amanda was concerned, he was a maniac who was obviously enjoying causing her pain. Each stinging slap made her grunt, but she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of crying out. Her heavy sobbing gasps rent the air, and had she not been so overcome with self-pity at that point, she would have realized there was another sound, a sound of the man softly weeping as he beat her.
One of the reasons why Amanda didn't notice Ambrose's soft sniffling was her awareness of the mounting excitement in her body as his hand continued hitting her buttocks. The pressure intensified repeatedly with each shuddering blow of his smacking hand on the burning surface of her tender buttocks. Fingers of masochistic flame flared uncontrollably through her abused and beaten loins. Her father had never spanked her when she was a little girl, nor had her mother. This was the first really wicked beating she had ever received. It was extremely painful, but his punishing blows were far more than agony. They were satisfying some deep, hitherto hidden desire inside her, a desire of which she had been totally unaware until now.
In his own agony at hitting Amanda, Ambrose had no idea of the wantonly perverse pleasure she was feeling because of the power of his blows on her backside. Had he understood he was bringing her pleasure while causing himself pain, he would have concocted some other devilish scheme to punish her. Yes, he was punishing her for making him feel as strongly as he did about her.
For the moment though, he was only aware of his own out-of-control inner passion, a passion that mounted with his self-inflicted punishment. He felt an insatiable, overpowering need to inflict more pain on himself, by way of torturing the lovely redheaded woman. Most especially, he was very much aware of the insistent lurching of his impatient monolithic cock as it continually twitched. Without warning, he stopped beating her, and grasping an ivory asscheek in each hand, he then began to roughly tug the buttocks apart so that he was finally able to jab a forefinger against the puckered elastic opening that was her asshole.
"Gonna show you!" he grunted, sobbing out loud. "Gonna show you by fucking my cock into that snooty little white ass of yours. This time I'm sending a spermload into your belly. Maybe it'll come popping up outta your throat."
Amanda knew it was going to hurt. But she also knew there was no way of deterring him. Even as she thought these things, another idea came to mind. He had fucked her mouth and her cunt, and now he was fucking her asshole. He was the only man to ever touch her, and he was fucking every usable orifice in her body, and it seemed to make her feel like a complete woman. If he hadn't used her rectum, somehow she would have felt something was missing. So in spite of the pain she knew she had to feel, deep down she wanted this. She wanted to be fucked in the ass, but only because he was the one doing it.
Amanda wondered if she was a masochist. She ought to have felt revulsion at what the man was going to do, but she didn't. Rather she felt odd thrills and sensations building up inside her as her captor's rigid finger pressed itself between her buttocks, pushing at the forbidden orifice resting between her stinging asscheeks. Oh, Lord! What in heaven's name had come over her? Being with Ambrose, even being tortured by him, seemed preferable to the kind of life she had previously led. Where she had been in a hurry to escape Ruth after having been forced to lap her cunt, she found herself eagerly awaiting anthing Ambrose wanted to do to her. Even now, she was unable to hold back an involuntary quiver or the low moan that slipped from between her lips.
Her torturer was so engrossed in what he was about to do, thinking only of his all-consuming anger, and anger precipitated by the fact that he hated himself for doing this-yet was unable to keep from doing it-he never noticed her soft groans as he pushed his finger gently forward. With cruel force, he shoved the digit into her, sinking it into the tightly resistant narrow little opening, gloating at the idea of making her scream again. The fact that she wasn't screaming now didn't disturb him. After all, he had fingered her ass last night when he had fucked her, and so her bottom was probably used to having a finger inside, But soon, very soon, he would apply his cock.
Ambrose was on his knees behind Amanda at the moment, and he used his free hand to grip his aching cock and pull it back and forth as he pressed the head against the white-fleshed red-haired woman's crinkle while his finger remained locked inside. Her rectum gripped the finger tightly, and he proceeded to make her feel it by twisting it around and around, this way and that, feeling the tightness of her sphincter stretch as his finger remained locked inside. Her rectum gripped the finger tightly, and he proceeded to make her feel it by twisting it around and arund, this way and that, feeling the tightness of her sphincter stretch as his finger moved it this way and that. The pain was overpowering again, because he was stretching her. Amanda sensed he wanted to hear her screams, as if they might soothe his own shattered nerves, and for some reason, she wanted to gratify him.
"It hurts!" she gasped aloud.
"Come on, you bitch!" he said with anger. "Fight me a little."
Amanda knew her struggles would only make him pleased. There was virtually no opportunity whatsoever for her to escape. But she did all this because she knew it would keep him happy. Then he would fulfill her by fucking her ass. She kicked her slender legs and wriggled her lithe torso as much as possible, but he had planted a knee in her back to hold her down while moving his finger in and out of her narrow rectal interstice. There was very little pain, now.
"So you don't like my finger in your ass, huh?" Ambrose snapped. "Well if my finger bothers you, we can go onto the next step and stuff what I originally promised you into that tight little asshole."
He laughed, more to reassure himself than because of his sadism, and then he tugged his digging finger from her internal depths. Amanda felt cool air drift into her anal passage.
"You've been trying to get up on your knees a dozen times," he snorted. "Fine! You do that! But this time you stay perfectly still!"
Once again she rose to her knees. The front part of her body was balanced on her forearms with her whitely trembling buttocks waving in the air, like a come-on to him.
This was the moment Ambrose had waited for. This was the time for him to fuck her in the ass. Yes, doing this would make him feel he had totally conquered her, just as he had conquered hundreds of othe women .. even if she wasn't like hundreds of other women. But there was something about fucking her ass that would make him feel omnipotent, all powerful.
Now! he thought. This was the time to fuck this snotty little redheaded bitch in her tight ass. Once and for all she was going to discover who was boss.
Crouching behind the trembling woman, thinking she was trembling with fear, though the truth was she trembled with anticipation, he gripped his rock-solid staff and jerked it back and forth. The large, angry purple head seemed to enlarge and thicken even more, and the penis lengthened as well as thickened.
Ambrose was grinning a wicked grin, anticipating this, feeling he would be punishing himself as well as her when he did this, and then maybe everything between them would be all right. With an animal-like growl, he arched his hips forward and rammed the blunted head of his blood-swollen cock against the tightness of her fear-clenched rectal opening. He attached with such power, such viciousness, applying so much strength and force as he drove forward, the frightened and anxious Amanda's arms buckled beneath her, and she fell forward on the mattress. Sharp, searing agony, the like of which made the invasion of her vagina seem gentle by comparison, tore through her shuddering body. Her mouth opened and all the breath was driven from her lungs as agony seemed to reach every extremity in her body. For a brief instant the physical pain was so overpoweringly intense, the lasciviously impaled woman thought she had actually been stabbed by a broadsword, and now she was dying, murdered by this man she had come to love.
Yes, that was it! Amanda had to face the truth. She had fallen in love with a man who had brutalized her at every opportunity. She wondered if she was the one with the sick mind, willing to undergo this horrible torture and pain to please a man who apparently seemed to get his enjoyment merely from harming her.
Ambrose continued wedging his thick phallic length ever deeper into her womanly narrowness. It was so terrifying-the idea that she was so willing to give her body up to pain in order to please this man in every and any way, she wondered if she was crazy. Would her mind and body recover from all this once he turned her loose? Why had this happened to her of all people? She had been content to live her private, celibate, lonely life. She had asked nothing from anyone else, and had accepted nothing in return. Still, Ambrose had changed her life to where she knew she would never again be content to live as she had. The only question in her mind was, once Ambrose was done with her, would she be able to find someone else to fill her with the kind of thrills and pleasure he was giving her?
The stretching penis hurt as it pushed deeper and deeper into her ass. She gasped, unable to help herself.
"Shut up!" Ambrose cautioned.
"Damn you! It hurts too much!" she told him. "Why are you so insistent on humiliating me this way? You're so huge. You'll rip my membranes apart and I'll bleed to death all over your bed."
She attempted to shut her rectal muscles in order to keep him from sinking any further into her, but her muscular movement was all in vain. In fact, tightening her asscheeks as she did, all she succeeded in doing was causing herself more agaony. There was no hope for her, not only in the physical sense, but there was no hope for her in every other way, because painful as all this was, she wanted him to continue, and she knew her telling him how much it hurt had only egged him on.
Ambrose stared at the white roundness of her asscheeks, and he squeezed them, digging his fingers into the tensed flesh, gripping them firmly as he tightened his own muscles and shoved forward a bit more, pushing, cramming, ramming, plunging more of his cock into her anal fistula. The stong man's hands all but cut into the sensitive white flesh of the young redheaded woman's buttocks as he gripped her for even more support. The overpowering vise-like grip he had on her was so strong, his nails did to her rectal flesh what her nails had done to his back the night before.
I'll show her, he thought. I'll show her and the whole world that aside from the fact that I'm king in my own castle, I don't need her. Once I'm finished with her, I'll get rid of her. It doen't pay to get emotional over any cunt.
The heavy, blood-bloated phallic pillar continued pushing its solid way into her narrow asshole inch by overpowering inch, sinking deeper and deeper until he finally had to ground in to the hilt. Amanda was frantic, now knowing if she wanted to escape all this, or wanted it to continue. Not that what she wanted mattered very much, but the fact was, her mind was still wrapped up with thoughts of trying to sort out what she felt toward Ambrose. She had admitted loving him, but what was the good of loving him if he didn't love her? For the moment the physical pain was becoming too much, and she clenched her eyes tightly shut while her mouth hung open as she gasped like a trapped animal. Oh, God! She did love him in spite of the agony!
Ambrose realized he was getting the best ass-fuck of his life. Everything about this woman was in superlatives. She had the best mouth, the best cunt, and now the best asshole. He fucked into her slowly, aware his cock was still painful to her, somehow wishing he might be able to take the pain into himself, but knowing if he pulled his cock out now, she would lose whatever little respect she did have for him. He rammed his throbbing organ in and out of her rear tunnel, inflaming her dry rectal walls and stretching them to the absolute limit. Then he began speeding his cadent thrusts into her, almost sadistic in the way he pounded back and forth. He pumped his sweat-slick loins back and forth, back and forth against the woman's quaking body, his dangling testicles slamming with the same frenzied tatoo against the heated swampiness of her dripping vaginal opening.
"Scream, damn you! Scream!" he shouted at her, wanting to hear her yells in order to reassure himself that he had once again mastered her.
"Owwwwww!" Amanda shouted, finally, more to please him than to give vent to her own feelings. "You're ... uuu nnnhhh ... hurt innnggg mee ee ... ooo pohhhhh ... please ... slow wwwerr rr ... you're tearing me apar rrrrt...."
But as the moments passed, Amanda realized the man had become so engrossed in the way he was fucking her, he wasn't even listening to her screams. At long last she fell silent once again, but she also realized with the passage of the minutes that something was taking place in her rectum. It was something totally unexpected. His sodomizing of her body caused changes to occur. The man's wild, animalistic thrusts into her wide-stretched tunnel continued unabated, the turbulence overpowering and raging, a strange new sense of thrilling delight was taking place. The pain was being blotted into her flesh, as it had been the previous night, and once again there arose that fierce feeling of enjoyment, pleasure, satisfaction. Even here, in her rectum, there were sensory particles that seemed to lead her toward the road to orgasm. She would never have believed it possible had she not experienced it for herself, but the fact was, it was happening to her. Her body was now bathed in a voluptuous pool of wanton delight, and as the moments continued passing, the physical sensations were no longer agonizing, they were wonderful.
"Unh! Unh! Unh!" the man moaned as he continued pounding his stiffened, bloatedly thick phallic length in and out of her narrow rectal opening, shoving it back and forth repeatedly.
"Haa aaaaan nnnnnh hhhh! Hhh hhhaaa aaannn nnhhhh! Hhh hhhaaa aannnn hhhhh!" chanted the suddenly wanton and lustful red-haired young woman. "Ohhhhhhh ... yessssss ... Ambrose ... do it ... I love it ... don't stop ... more ... keep doing it ... feels so good ... I like it ... aaannnhhh ... yes ... yes ... oh yessssssssssss ... keep doing it...." she pleaded.
Blisters of rainbow-colored bubbles began popping in Ambrose Wallace's mind as the unbelievable cries of the helpless woman kneeling on the bed before him echoed in his ears. She liked it! Thank God! She liked it!
Yes, Amanda liked it. She let him know as much by wiggling her buttocks from side to side as he continued powering his cock into her.
"Harder ... harder ... harder...." she moaned, sighing with heated abandon, totally throwing herself into what was happening to her. "Come on, Ambrose, if you love me, fuck my ass! I'm going to come this way, too."
If he loved her? What gave her the idea he loved her? But he didn't stop pumping, perhaps because the light was beginning to dawn. He did love her. He did want her. He ached to keep her with him always, and the only secure way to do that would be to marry her.
Marry? Hell, no! No! After this, he would take her home. He had to, because if he didn't, he would never be able to get her out of his system. He had to do that.
No woman must ever be allowed to take control of him and his life. No woman had a permanent place in it. He was Ambrose Wallace, rake, womanizer, man-about-town, and he liked the idea of having his freedom and of fucking any cunt he chose. He liked the idea of causing other women anguish, making that anguish turn to pleasure, and then, when he had them totally submissive, he paid them off, got rid of them.
He had to do the same with Amanda Rose. He had to dump her because not to do so would be an admission on his part that he felt strongly about her. He pumped violently, sending his cock back and forth uncounted times, and then he felt it.
Convulsive spasms shattered through the powerful man's perspiration-slick loins, his deeply buried phallic wand firing its initial steamy jets into the tight bottom of the anally caught-up Amanda. The boiling flood surged all the way into her colon, creating the sensation her entire inner being was about to drown. Her anal walls gripped the cock so firmly, the girl actually felt the jets of sperm coming from within his expanding urethra before being expelled into her teeming cavity.
Now it was Amanda's turn, and her high-pitched screams let him know just how much she was enjoying what he was doing to her. Her voice seemed to overpower his, and the two of them sounded like a erotic Greek chorus as his belly continued slapping against her buttocks. Their lusting cries were so loud, Amanda wondered if they would shatter any windows. Even now, his cock was shrinking in her rectum, and Amanda missed the feel of it.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
She was once again seated in the Rolls-Royce, this time fully dressed. After they had finished, he had washed her ass with a washcloth, had dressed, then tossed her the clothing, insisting she dress, and he had taken her to the car.
The car was moving, and Amanda knew he was taking her home.
"I thought I was going to be your slave for life," She said.
"Well, you know how it is," Ambrose laughed. "I mean, you say things in the heat of the moment."
"I see," she replied. "You're bored with me?"
"Ummmm ... yes, you might say that," he nodded.
"You're a liar," she snapped. "Sticks and stones...."
"Cut it out," she said to him. "You love me, but you haven't the guts to admit it. You had the courage to steal me away from the world on an open beach, you had the courage to rape me in three different places, but you haven't got the guts to admit you love me."
He pulled the car up in front of her apartment building, saying, "I had some friends put your beach umbrella and your blanket back in the apartment. If you do decide to have the baby, assuming you are pregnant, let me know. I want to help care for it."
"All you did was inject the seed, Mister. The baby's mine. If it's going to be a bastard, I'd just as soon it not know who it's father is."
"Don't talk foolishly, Amanda," he chastised.
"Listen to who's telling who about being foolish," she mocked. "Listen, Mr. Wallace, I'll say this just once, because I'm more of a woman than you are a man. So you listen very carefully to what I have to say. You succeeded in making me climax all three times, and in fact I had a whole bunch of them to one of yours. You aroused me, awakened lust in me, and awakened love in me. You made me fall in love with you, as I'm certain you've made quite a few other women fall in love with you. But here's the difference. Whether or not you fell in love with any of them, you definitely fell in love with me. Don't bother to deny it. I felt it as surely as I knew I loved you."
"I won't admit it or deny it," he replied.
"Fine. Just stay that way, neutral all your life. That way you can't get hurt, but you don't really enjoy the good things, either. You'll have to go on getting your kicks the way you've been getting them, and you'll grow old all alone. Unlike the other girls, I'm not going to come looking for you. If you want me, you have to come for me. Not that I expect it. Since you feel perfectly justified in continuing to play around with other women, and since you've taught me how much fun sex can be, I'm going to continue playing around, myself. From now on, any stud who comes along and wants to be with me, gets me."
"No!" he all but yelled.
"There's only one way you can stop me, and that's to take me back to your home again. Mind, I'm not even asking for marriage. In fact, I'm not asking to come back. I'm just telling you the only way to stop me from fooling around is to drag me back. You think about it, Mr. Wallace. Right now, I'm tired. I've had quite an ordeal these past twenty-four hours. I think I'm entitled to some real relaxation. Since I assume we may never meet again, good-bye."
Without waiting for him to reply, she got out of the car and hurried into the building. Tears filled her eyes.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Every wealthy man, at one time or another, is surrounded by leeches. These are the totally useless breed of people who are not wealthy, but who hang around those who are in the hope of catching some of the dregs cast off by the wealthy. They're the ones who unin-vitedly attend society parties.
Ambrose Wallace might very well have become a leech had his grandfather not left him all that money. In his youth, he hung around with quite a few future leeches, and for a while they became his friends, especially when he came into money. But having known them for such a relatively long time, it took almost no time at all for him to realize they hung around him because of his money, and as a result, he eventually divested himself of them.
However, every now and again, a few of the leeches surfaced, if only to see what it was Ambrose was casting away, and whether or not it was usable. As a result, the evening that Ambrose drove Amanda home, his car was followed by two former friends who were definite leeches.
Leonard "Pig" Keene was the quieter of the two leeches. He always observed, suggested, and waited until he was certain it was safe before committing himself. He was called "Pig" because he had a snout-like nose and had otherwise flat, porcine features. He wasn't overweight, nor did his hair look bristly. He had short, brown hair, a pale complexion, and was extremely intelligent. But he hated to work, and so existed by being a leech.
His associate, also known as Leonard, had no nickname except for Len. He was Len Shaver, taller, better looking than Pig, and a sometimes-stud. Like Pig, he was a leech, but was more successful because of his better looks. However, his success was almost always with older, flabbier women who interested him only in that they gave him money to perform. Like Pig, Len had a hankering for the better things in life, and as a result, occasionally hung around Ambrose's house, though out of sight.
When they saw the Rolls emerge from Ambrose's garage, and saw the pretty, petite redhead in it, they surmised, correctly, that Ambrose was about to dump another of his many women. Occasionally, they followed Ambrose to where he let the chick off, and then once in a while, if the chick looked like she was worth it, they tumbled her once or twice. The women always objected, but there wasn't a damn thing they were able to do, except fuck. The women were always too ashamed to call the police, afterward.
They followed the Rolls, and they watched Amanda emerge. Parking their old 1957 dune buggy at the curb, they waited until Ambrose had pulled away, and they followed Amanda into the apartment building. Ambrose had given her back her purse with her keys, and she had unlocked her apartment door and was about to go inside when she felt a hand press the middle of her back and shove her in. She staggered into the small studio apartment, turned, and saw the two men.
"Who are you and what do you want?" she gasped, this time very much frightened, since neither of these two men was in the least appealing to her.
"Who we are doesn't matter," Pig said quietly. "Why we're here is simple. We want to fuck you. Don't hand us any shit about you not wanting it, because what you want counts for nothing. We're going to fuck you, then we're going to leave, and you'll never see us again. Fight us, and we'll hold you down, fuck you, and beat the shit out of you as well."
"Off with the clothes or we tear them off," Len Shaver snapped.
"I'll call the police," Amanda gasped.
"Touch the phone and we'll be forced to break your wrists before we go ahead and fuck you, honey," he smiled. "Move that ass and strip those duds off."
Trembling, Amanda realized she had no choice, though this time she was definitely completely unwilling. She plainly detested both men, and wondered if Ambrose had sent them to make sure she wouldn't be able to claim the baby was his. No, somehow she didn't think Ambrose capable of something like that.
She removed all of her clothing quickly, unceremoniously, leaving everything in a corner of the room, and when she turned to face the two men, they had also undressed. The one called Pig was flabby and soft, and though he had an erection, it was much smaller than the one she had seen attached to Ambrose. Len, on the other hand, had what might be termed a normal-sized penis. It wasn't nearly as long as Ambrose's, but he was considereably longer and thicker than Pig.
It was Len who grabbed her and forced her down on the floor. For a moment she thought he was going to make her suck his cock, but he slammed her onto her back, hurled himself on top of her, and then without a word, forced his cock into her dry cunt.
"Owwwwww ... you'll kill meeeeeeee...." she screamed as the thick knob of the penis pushed into her dry interior.
"Well, you have to admit," Pig smirked, standing above them, "you can't find a better way to die."
"Damn ... unnnhhhhh ... both of you," she gasped. "It hurts!"
"This is only the beginning, lady," Len told her, Looking up at his buddy, he said, "Come on, Pig. Fuck her in the ass."
The remark burned into Amanda's consciousness. Though she had already been ass-fucked once today, her vagina had been empty at the time. These two had to be crazy. With a hard cock in her cunt, it would make her anal tunnel so much narrower, and even a prick as skinny as Pig's would have difficulty fitting in. As it was, the one in her cunt had gone in dry, and it was in the process of ripping her interior to shreds. A penis in her rectum at a time like this would probably rip out her entire interior. Besides, a penis was too thick to even fit in there as long as one was in her vagina.
But she saw the idea make the porcine-looking man's eyes suddenly light up with wantonness. He was panting, breathing very heavily."
"Damn it all," he muttered, "that's just what Im going to do."
His small, slender cock was jumping up and down with anxiety. It was about as long and as thick as it was going to get, but as he thought about sodomizing the poor girl, it twitched, as if to let Amanda know the idea appealed more and more to him. It wasn't even the idea of punishing her as much as it was simply enjoying her asshole while Len's cock was in her cunt. Pig was not a vindictive man. He didn't believe in getting revenge for anything, but he did believe in taking his enjoyment wherever he was able to find it.
"Roll over with her, Len," he said. "Let's see what was so special about this one in the first place that Ambrose went out of his way to keep her in his house. Hey, honey, how long did Ambrose keep you there, a week?"
Amanda ignored him, her ears picking up the quivering lust in his voice as he told his friend to roll her over. Len slammed the full length of his throbbing cock as far into her as possible, stretching her dried pussy that much more, making all kinds of grunts as his cock sank a little deeper. He kept pushing, making certain he was all the way in, and Amanda, with tears of pain running down her white cheeks, felt herself being roughly tugged against his body as he rolled over so that she was the one on top. His hands gripped her small ass cheeks, making certain to hold her in place.
This was humiliating. Worse, it was disgusting! Two men she had never met before, both of whom she found utterly detestable, were using her body unceremoniously, raping her in a way Ambrose would never have done. They had mentioned Ambrose's name, so she knew they were acquainted with him, but she was still unable to accept the fact that he had sent them over here.
Her womb was on fire, but it wasn't with lust. It was beginning to burn with agony because the membranes were dry and not elastic, and though Len's cock wasn't nearly as thick as Ambrose's, it make her dry pussy hurt. Now her buttocks were sticking up in the air because the men had forced her to balance herself on her knees. She saw the other man approach, waving his puny penis, but thin as it was, she knew it would rip her apart. She groaned as Pig kneeled behind her.
"Please," she said, weeping. "Please don't do this to me."
"Ah, shut up, lady," Len said, beneath her, holding her ass up and making certain it was steady.
Her brain was spinning, a mass of totally confused apprehension. She wasn't worried about anyone else walking in. In fact, her biggest worry was the fact that she was totally alone, and would probably still be alone even after these men were gone. Her mother was the only person in the world who cared about her, but her mother had a life of her own to lead. Amanda had known a taste of love. Then she had lost it because the man was too cowardly to admit how he felt about her.
Even as she thought all this, she felt the swollen pulsations of Len's hard cock continuing to flex, and she was aware that her body, tutored so well in three rapes by Ambrose, was already beginning to respond. Her body didn't need love. It responded to physical lust. Little by little juices were beginning to flow in her vaginal channel, an elastically tight channel whose walls were slowly being oiled. As a result she was beginning to widen inside, and the pain faded while the pleasure continued intensifying.
Len gripped her body even more tightly now, his long, swollen penis impaled to its entire length in the slowly moistening, tight depths of her tantalizing, quivering young cunt. His knees kept her soft, tender thighs spread licentiously apart, leaving her tiny, puckered nether hole naked and exposed to the assault of the penis of the man called Pig. Amanda felt really helpless for the first time. With Ruth there had been an element of wanting to learn. With Ambrose there had been love. But with these two there was absolutely nothing, and as a result, she felt herself truly being used in an unwanted way.
Pig moved between the rondular spheres that were her two quivering, widespread asscheeks, pressing his desire-aroused snout close to where his chum's throbbing cock was buried in the tightness of her squeezing cunt. Her angle was such, the smooth, whitely rounded cheeks of her buttocks had been tugged wide apart, exposing the little pucker of her tiny rosebud-like anus. He saw the way it winked in the moistened valley above the oil-coated penis buried all the way into the nibbling tunnel of her pussy. Ah, but her ass was something else again. It was a much narrower little pucker, and though it looked wider than it might, letting him know of the possibility of her having been fucked there before, he was certain she had never taken a cock in there while her cunt had another cock in it. All in all it looked like this asshole was going to be one helluva tight fit.
Without say a word, Pig extended his forefinger and probed into the snug, rubbery tightness of her resisting rear passage, deciding to widen it a little before ramming his cock in there. What the hell! Give the bitch a little bit of a break! Besides, if he didn't, he might never be able to fit his cock into her.
"Uuuuunnnnggghhhhh! No! No! Don't...." Amanda gasped out loud, tightening her rectal pucker when he touched it. As a result, she felt more than a little pain when he poked his long-nailed finger into her. The finger was burning because of the way she squeezed her sphincter so tightly around it. But even now her body was getting more and more aroused, trembling with an inner lust that seethed its way through her internal self. She felt salacious anticipation.
This whole thing was insane. The man behind her intended nailing his cock into that tiny narrow hole between her asscheeks, and it would be tormenting. He wasn't even going to bother moistening the area back there. She realized his finger was merely a prelude to his cock, the digit widening her asshole just enough so that the cock would fit in. He certanly wasn't doing this out of consideration for her. With the cock buried in her cunt pressing on the membrane separating her rectum from her vagina, there would be an excess of agony.
Her experiences with Ambrose made her realize she had a latent streak of masochism in her, and merely thinking about what was going to happen to her made her feel hotter than ever as his finger slowly but surely wormed its way that much deeper into her defenseless rectum. The oval slowly, painfully enlarged, the opening looking more and more primed for his hot, hard cock.
Amanda was aware of the finger in her rectum slowly pushing deeper and deeper into her, and she suddenly turned her head to look at the pig-faced man. That was when she saw the fiery lust in his eyes and knew nothing would deter him-nothing! He was hungry to fuck her back there, all right. She wondered if he would have thought of fucking her in her rear passage if the one probing her cunt with his cock had not suggested it.
Amanda was aware these two men didn't give a damn about hurting or not hurting her. They didn't give a damn about anyone or anything other than themselves. That was the way they lived.
She tried in vain to wiggle her rounded buttocks away from the one called Pig, trying her hardest to escape the unnatural assault of his probing finger, but it was no use. He was screwing the finger in and out of her hot, tight, spongy, rubbery anal flesh.
Amanda sensed the scraping pressure of the finger as it rubbed against her separating membrane, actually rubbing against the underside of Len's cock. The cock seemingly responded by twitching in her cunt.
Pig decided he was unable to hold himself back any longer. He tugged his finger from her tight rectal tunnel. It made a lewd popping sound when it came out, and the sound seemed to excite him all the more. His churning testicles felt ready to explode in their protective sac if he didn't hurry and sink his cock into her.
Amanda felt herself being solidly tugged all the more firmly against the hairless chest belonging to the one called Len. Now she felt the one known as Pig lean across her back, the brillo-like hair of his pelvis scratching the smooth skin of her asscheeks. He pulled back a little and placed the bulbous tip of his salaciously swollen and bloated penis between the soft, tiny cushion-like pillows of her swollen asscheeks. It pressed firmly into the softly yielding crevice, and it touched the rectal pucker. Len continued holding her body tightly against his, and Pig slowly began pushing his own penis forward. The massive penile head began thrusting into her narrow tightness, stretching the tiny opening as the pointed tip of Pig's cock throbbed with licentious and overpower desire.
"Hhhhhhaaaacuuuunnnnnggghhh!" Amanda softly grunted as the heavy, porcine man continued to relentlessly and mercilessly expant the tight, eleastic ring of her sphincter.
Amanda was shuddering with fright, wondering if she would ever be able to survive this obscene punishment. She realized the pain she was already feeling was overpowering, and because of the two penises, the agony promised to be even greater. She felt him lurch forward again, and the agony became too much for her to bear. She was certain that her body would never be able to withstand much more of this. He would kill her by ripping her inside-out.
"Aaaaaaannnnnhhhh! Goddddd! No morrrrre ... no morrrrre ... please ... oh please...." she begged.
She screamed wildly, her body flailing in useless protest as she tried to writhe away from the pressure. Torment was continuing to mount higher and higher, working its way through her shudderingly soft body. But the two men had her firmly between them, and she was totally helpless.
Ignoring the girl's screaming shouts, Pig rammed his lust-incited hips forward with all his might. He pushed again, then again, and felt her tightly clenching anal sphincter suddenly surrender to the very brutality of his driving force. Cramming with all his strength, he rammed his heavy penile head into her tiny, widely stretched anal opening, feeling her sphincter clamp tightly around it-like a trap.
"Ggggghhhhannnnggghhh!" Amanda gagged out, her knifed rectum being stretched in spite of the fact that the penis in her cunt had made it so much narrower.
The agony of Pig's sodomizing attack slammed into her brain with the force of a falling brick wall. She desperately tried freeing herself, but there was no getting away from it. The sudden conflict between agonizing pain and the diffused mixture of lust and desire was overpowering. Yet somehow it seemed a natural culmination to all that was happening to her. After all, everything Ambrose had done to her had ended in delight. But she had to admit had she not been with Ambrose first, in all probability her body would not be attuned to sexual feeling, and all she might sense was the pain. Common sense told her to give up the struggling, and she did so.
Pig felt the complete surrender of her body, and attacking with his thrusting hips, he spiked his hardened totem pole of wrathful flesh another three inches into her heated, rubbery tunnel, making Amanda gasp all over again. Her powerful sphincter clamped tightly around the throbbing lance, but the pressure only made Pig that much more anxious.
Hell! He'd show this cunt! He was every bit as good as that creep who had just dumped her. His cock was capable of doing all the fancy things the other man's cock was able to do. He would bury the full length of his meat in the tightness of her squeezing asshole and give her the drubbing of her life. Hell! He wished the head of his cock was long enough to reach into her colon. He was never really capable of doing any damage to a woman, not even with a cock like Len's buried in her cunt. Still, to him it felt as if his cock was longer than it really was, so he continued pounding it
'nto her. He shoved again, and the soft, tender walls of her rectum, now being lubricated with the seeping hot oils coming from the tip of his penis, seemed to yield more willingly, and he leaned forward, lying on her back a little as his thighs pressed against the shimmering whiteness of her swollen asscheeks.
She felt as if a burning finger had been thrust into the narrows of her rectum. It was as if someone was trying to slice her in two with a thin piece of wire-as if she were made of cheese. Her trembling loins were widely stretched, and she was grateful the man had such a small cock. She was clearly able to imagine what would have happened if this man had a cock as long and as thick as Ambrose. Both penises in her body were attached to monsters as far as she was concerned. She hated both men, and she would find some way to revenge herself on them for doing this horrible thing to her.
Ambrose had fucked her each time with the intention of enjoying her, but his enjoyment also stemmed from the knowledge he was making her change her screams to thrills. Both these men didn't care one way or the other how she reacted. Both were in her to satisfy themselves, not giving a damn if she came or not. Here she was, sandwiched between them. But even as the pain in her rectum began to decrease as it had when Ambrose had fucked her ass, the searing fires continuing to mount in her shuddering body kept on building. The thrills were heightening to a fantastic, ecstatic feeling, which became an erotic blend of heavy passion and decreasing pain. The vibrant enjoyment quivering in her shuddering belly seemed to become stronger with every passing moment in time.
"Come on!" Len napped to Pig, since Len was the one on the bottom and had to bear the weight of both, Amanda and the other man. "Start fucking, already. I ain't got all day."
Amanda was aware of Pig's buried cock locked into her rectum now, the head reaching in as far as possible, and he was grinding against her, as if trying to fuck his cock even deeper into her body. But the penis was as far into her as it was going. Amanda felt mounting enjoyment brought on by the poking tip of the hard cock as it swelled with increasing lust when he arched his hips away and back, trying hard to match the rhythm of Len's cock pumping into her sodden cunt.
Amanda's pink tongue circled her parched lips repeatedly as the tension of desire became increasingly stronger while the pain continued to deminish, until little by little it completely faded away. All Amanda now felt was the total wonderful impalement of the two penises in her quivering body.
Amanda thought of herself as a single receptacle with many entrances. Her mind, her arms, her legs, her belly, her buttocks, her breasts, her fingers, even her toes were all part of the receptace. She was all hollow inside, and seemingly waiting to be filled again and agian with masculine semen. At the moment, she felt willing to take even more penises in her body. She wanted to feel one stuffed in her mouth. Remembering what Ruth had said, she ached to feel one in each ear, one in each nostril, another in her navel, and one in each hand. Unbelievable bliss was pouring through her. She had been totally corrupted, and she realized now she loved it, every bit of it. Granted she would have liked it more if she was doing this with men she loved, but the nicest thing about this kind of corruption was that if she shut her eyes and didn't look at the two men, she was able to enjoy it. The more bizarre, the better.
The twin driving pleasure-causing penises were continually and relentlessly powering into her responding genitalia. The smaller one in her rectum seemed to fit so perfectly, now. It rammed back and forth in perfect rhythm, while the one in her vagina matched it with simultaneous movements of its own, causing wild, thrilling feeling to build ever higher in her. Passion burned in her young, helpless body, passion for the act itself, but passion without love. She felt herself being buffered about like a feather in the wind as the two men fucking her furiously strained toward their orgasms. She was undulating insanely now, her sensuously aroused body between those of the two men, her rounded white buttocks moving in lazy, crazy circles.
"Yessssss!" Amanda heard someone hiss. "Fuck harder, harder, harder! Come on! Come on! Don't stop now! More! More! More! fuck!"
That was when she realized it was she who was doing the screaming, and at the top of her lungs. What was more, the two men heard her and automatically responded, proving how anxious they both were to grant her yearning request. Their rhythm was perfect now, the two of them pounding solidly into her. Len's hips would angle upward so that he was able to drive all the more deeply into her cunt, while Pig's cock drove downward into the narrow defile that was her rectum. Her hotly clutching tunnels squeezed themselves thightly around both penises. She felt pincered between the two shuddering men, hearing their heated breath in her ears, feeling it wash all over her face and neck. This lacked love, but it was no less erotic. It was as erotic as anything she had ever done with Ambrose, not because either of the men was that good, but merely because two cocks were fucking her at the same time. Each was competent, though not great. Two competent cocks were almost as good as one great one-almost, not quite. Her vagina and asshole squeezed all the more tightly around the twin male organs, enjoying the way they probed and pierced her body. She was intent on milking both organs of their semen, aching to feel them shoot, but also aching to achieve her own satisfacion, as well.
That orgasm she so wanted was lurking nearby. She felt it somewhere deep down inside her. It was slowly rising, mounting within her, and she knew this one was going to be good only because it would be different. She had experienced a fantastic vaginal orgasm and an unbelievable anal climax, and right now she was going to undergo a combination anal-vaginal orgasms. It would be enough to send her to the moon. It would also give her an inkling of what a dual orgasm was all about, but she knew if she ever did marry a man she loved, she would have to be content with single orgasms.
But at the moment the sensations were building in her cunt and her rectum at the same time. She wondered what it would be like to have a third man licking her clitoris. Man? At the moment she would have settled for Ruth licking her pussy. Hell! Ruth certainly owed her.
She felt surrounded, inundated, soaked, totally overwhelmed with the near-ultimate in lust-satisfying, orgasmic sensations, giving and taking at the same time, diriving her to ecstatic heights beyond belief. Her mouth had the very taste of climax in it, and her nostrils were quivering with the scent of it, all blending together with the tingling sensations in her belly. Soon she would feel it all culminating in both, her screaming rectum and her heatedly foaming cunt. This was as close to total fulfillment as a woman was able to get without feeling love. She found herself soaring higher and higher, the wondrous peak almost within reach.
Sandwiched between the two bodies, Amanda trembled with strong orgasmic energy, her burning vagina and clutching asshole pulling insanely, with heavy, violent power on the two probing lengths buried in her teeming orifices. Her movements became a trigger for all the electrical passion shooting through the three of them.
Pig's skinny cock slammed deep into her narrow rectum, and he began shouting, "AAAAAY YYY-AAA AANNNN GGGGGH HHHAAA AAGGGH HHHUUU GGGGHH HHH!" It began firing sporadically into her large intestine.
Len followed, sending blast after blast of sperm into her vagina, climaxing silently as he cluthced her tightly against him. The twin jet streams was all Amanda needed to send her flying to paradise, and the dual orgasm totally overwhelmed her. The combination was so powerful, that added to the previous weakness from her earlier orgasm, she fainted.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
When she awoke, Amanda discovered the two men had gone. She would never see them again. They would try this same stunt in the future with some other woman they knew, be discovered by her husband, and shot.
Sore inside, Amanda got to her feet, staggered to her tiny bathroom, and spent the next hour soaking in a tub she constantly re-filled with hot water, striving to ease all the aches and pains from her.
She had undergone a fantastic "trial by fire." Just why she had been chosen by fate to suffer through all this was something she was unable to figure out, but as always, some good comes out of some evil. She had discovered what sex was all about. She had found out about sex mingled with love, and she had found about raw sex with no emotional attachement. Appartently there was a place for both in the world. The latter was a substitute for the former, at least until the former came along.
For obvious reasons, Amanda decided to avoid the beach. Among other things, she had done a lot of growing up these past days. She had seen the meaning of immaturity by seeing it displayed in others older than she, and she was determined that she would continue to mature.
Sex, she understood, was something enjoyed by the mature and the immature, alike. The more mature an individual was, the more that individual enjoyed sex. It countered the theory that sex was an animalistic instinct. Initially it might be animalistic, but for one to enjoy the full benefits of it, one had to grow up, mentally.
Determined to make the most of what she had learned, Amanda decided that in the future she would do the selecting, herself. It was apparent men found her more attractive than she had realized. Knowing this, she also knew she would be able to be selective.
But before she had a chance to formulate any positive plans, her door buzzer sounded. Wrapped in a fluffy pink robe, with a towel around her head, she answered the door and found herself face-to-face with Ambrose Wallace.
"May I come in?" he asked.
"That's an improvement," she nodded. "This time you're asking."
"If you want, I'll promise not to get fresh," he told her.
"Don't make promises you know you can't keep." she said, walking away from the door, letting him know he was free to follow her into the studio apartment.
He shut the door behind him, and he said, "Amanda, I may be slow to catch on to a lot of things, but I'm not completely stupid. Whn I brought you into that gloomy house, it was like cutting a hole in the roof and letting the sun in. Like a fool, I shuttled you out as quickly as I brought you in because what you said was the truth. I did fall in love with you. In fact, in spite of all that happened between us, I think you know I was the captive and you were the captor. I may know more about sex than you, but when it comes to love, I'm the one who's innocent. You showed me what it means to love."
"Mmmmm hmmmm," she nodded, folding her arms.
"You told me if I wanted you, I'd have to come out after you." he went on. "Well, I'm coming."
"Suppose I told you I've slept with some other men since you dropped me off here at the house," she said.
"If that were true, then I'd have only myself to blame, for letting go of you the way I did," he replied.
"Well," Amanda smiled, "it looks like I'm not the only one who's learning to grow up."
"I don't know what that means," he said, "but I'll take it as a compliment. Look, I know you don't know much about me, and I don't know that much about you. But I do know I need you, I need you very much. I'll admit that I love you, in fact. I can't promise, at this moment, that I'll be forever faithful and true, but I can sure as hell give it one good try. What I'm saying is, please, come back, come back on any terms you want. If you want marriage, I'll be more than happy to comply because I want to be with you. I can't stand being away from you. Please, Amanda, please, come home."
"Home?" she asked, "Your home?"
"Our home," he emphasized.
Yes, she had felt at home there, too. It was as much her home as it was his, basically because he lived in it. She would go back, she would live with him, and she would bind him to her for life. Poor innocent captive that he was about to become.
"Help me pack?" she asked.
"Leave it all," he murmured, his arms surrounding her. "I'll have someone come pick up everything in the morning. Right now, the most important thing is you, getting you home. I promise I'll never abuse you again-never."
"Too bad," she smiled. "You see, I fully intend abusing you."
