Beautiful sixteen year old Amy Holden was a real suburban princess. She had everything a rich young girl could ask for, including a monster of a mother who was determined to make a sexless robot of her!
But Amy's twitching pussy definitely speaks louder than words!
So begins the erotic story of an innocent girl who risks all to shed her hated cherry. As this tale unravels, Amy (and others) first discover the pleasures of her ripe little apple-sized tits, her beautiful rosebud asshole and her one hundred per cent pure pussy!
Once Amy makes the big decision to lead her life the way she wants to lead it, anything and everything goes. And comes!
A compelling tale that leads to a thrilling climax of gang rape and self-discovery, this is a book meant to be read with one hand!
CHAPTER ONE
Hiding in the boys' locker room three hours after school let out was the biggest thrill ever in the short and so far uneventful life of sweet little Amy Holden. That's what everybody called her. Sweet little Amy. And how she hated it! If only they knew the volcano that rumbled inside her. If only they felt the power of her passion.
Sweet little Amy, indeed! Well, she'd show them.
All her cowardly girl friends, all they ever did was talk. About how they made out. About how they let this one have a feel. About how they let that one squeeze a tit. A hand up the skirt. Bullshit! Smoke, a lot of smoke, but no fire. That's what comes of living in one of the best, upper class suburbs in the country. Nothing.
Everybody's so comfortable with their parents incomes and money, no one wanted to take a chance of being disowned, of being cut off from the all-American heaven of cars and clothes and things and stuff. Bullshit again!
What was it all worth, the so-called good life from cradle to grave, if you're sixteen and blond and super cute and stacked like a MacDonald's superburger and had tits that got hard at the sight of a zipper and a hot little twitching twat that seemed to live a life of its own? Fuck Bloomfield Hills, Michigan! No, better yet, fuck me, thought Amy, and from her hiding place behind a laundry basket (basket- the very word turned her on), thought again about what she had seen in the last hours from English 3 up to now: Beautiful cocks and beautiful balls and bodies and the football team, the whole damned team, busy with changing out of all that stupid equipment. Stooping and bending and twisting their bodies. Running in and out of the showers.
Drying off, with first one leg up on a bench, then the other, the really interesting equipment hanging and swaying and jiggling, a mad dance of sexuality.
It got her so hot it was everything she could do to keep from playing with herself. Oh, how tempting it had been to reach up her skirt, pull her panties down and let her fingers do the walking and the running and the digging .around! But if she had, she would surely have gone mad with the pleasure and the glory of it. It was only the fear of discovery that kept her from pleasuring herself right there in the comer, surrounded by twenty hot studs, a fire of delight behind a basket full of dirty towels and sweaty, smelly practice uniforms.
As it was, it was almost enough, just looking. What a feast for the eyes! No more imagining what was behind the bathing suits. No more poolside agonies of curiosity. No more having to dig into her secret horde of Playgirl magazines! She had seen the real thing in all its infinite variety. And good god, what a variety. So many delicious variations on a cock and balls theme! A feast of the finest for eyes exhausted with longing.
Now she could go home and .finish herself off with real, first rate fantasies. She could play with herself for long luxurious hours and conjure up in her mind's eye all the images of maleness she wanted, the very images she had dared to discover, the images of...
Mr. Hitchcock , the coach walked into the room. Oh, Mr. Hitchcock! Wasn't he the most beautiful man in the world! Every female in the school had the hots for him. Some of the guys, too, for that matter, but that was no worry of hers. The only thing she was thinking about now, praying for, was that maybe she'd get a chance to see Mr. Hitchcock in the buff. Oh, how juicy it made her feel, almost as good as her hands on her tit, the nipples hard through the cashmere sweater rubbing, rubbing, oh, fuck the sweater, reaching up under it, how hot her hands are, how good they feel, and look... He's taking his clothes off! Amy Holden never had it so good as she stared with unbridled passion at the striptease that was taking place before her very eyes.
Look at that cock! So the others were just boys after all! That smart-allecky Tom, the captain of the team.
Better the coach than the captain! That blond hair of his, almost invisible except where it bunched up and turned darker just above the cock and balls of her wildest dreams.
And with that he strolled into the shower room and turned on three showers, pointing two of them into the center and then he stood under all three of them lathering and rubbing his body. Amy could see all this from her hiding place, but the rising steam obscured her view and her passion so she creeped out from behind the laundry and edged quietly, barefooted, and tip-toed up to the entrance of the door to the showers. Mr.
Hitchcock was playing with himself. His big hands fondled his balls and pulled at his cock lazily, dreamily. He seemed lost in his own dream of pleasure in a cloud of steam and soap and warm, wet tile.. Oh, she was losing her mind! She was taking her skirt off and her panties. The sweater and pretty little bra were already off, and her clothes were so very unwanted as she peered around the corner and stretched her neck into the vapors that now meant pleasure and awakening...
"Amy, wake up! Come on! Shake a leg!"
Why wouldn't her finger behave as bravely as she was? A bit of pain and the world would spread open as wide as her legs. Mr. Hitchcock was smiling at her, rubbing his cock with one hand and motioning to her with the other. Come on, he was saying. Let me jam this nice big hard cock up the tight little pussy of yours and I'll give you a ride like you never had before Come on, you fat little fuck, don't stand there staring at me, shake a leg!
"Amy, get up. Didn't you hear me calling you?"
"OH, I'm coming. I'm coming!"
"Well, get down here, breakfast is ready. Jenny's already got it on the table"
"Oh, I'm coming, coming, coming... "
Jenny was the maid in the Holden household. A big sort-of good-looking Swedish woman in her early fifties, the only real person Amy knew. At first she and Amy didn't get along too well. But that was three years ago, and Amy knew more now than she did then. Now they were the best of buddies, considering, "How was that party of yours last night?" Amy was wolfing down a sturdy breakfast of soft boiled eggs, sausage and toast.
God, am I crazy, thought Amy. Look how I placed the sausage between the eggs so it would look like cock and balls.
"Why don't you eat a little slower?" Jenny asked. "Rich girls should have better manners, shouldn't they?"
"I sure wish I could have come to that party of yours. Why do you have to live in that crumby part of Detroit anyhow? If you moved mom would let me visit you. Just wait till I'm old enough to get a drivers license. Then you'll see!"
Jenny smiled that funny smile of hers.
"Amy, honey, if you came to my neighborhood they'd eat you up so fast there wouldn't be nothing left of you but a smile."
"That's better than disappearing as a frown, isn't it? I'm sick of the life I'm leading. Royalty used, to get married by my age. Kids, lovers, everything. With me it's the same old thing over and over again. So what if it's 'top drawer' I want to be bottom drawer. I want to be dirt. Fuck it! I have a better dream life than my real life. You know what I was dreaming about this morning when the Queen of Sheba called me?"
"Let me guess," Jenny said, pouring herself a big glass of milk. "I bet it was that sexy Mr. Hitchcock of yours."
"Don't I wish! But just as it got to the part where he's got his cock so far up me it's like sucking him off while he's fucking me... in my dreams I've got perfect control over his cock. It's as though he has nothing to do with it, I'm so in control. Well, there we were, balling like crazy, him with those big rough hands squeezing my ass cheeks, both of us dripping wet with the steam of the showers and our own sweat and come and... "
"Now how am I supposed to get this house cleaned if you're going to make me so hot: You do this to me all the time, you bad little thing you. I should never have started letting you talk to me this way. You're just a little American virgin princess, and you get me going more than any man or woman ever did. Listen, Amy," Jenny smiled a funny smile like she was hurting inside or remembering some bittersweet event, "why don't you play with me a little bit, like I taught you."
"But what about all that work you were talking about?" Amy could be coy when she wanted to be.
"Well, I can't work at all the way you've got me worked up! I'm only human. Please, Amy? I just love those tiny little hands of yours. You can get up in me the sweetest way. Just once, okay? Just a little bit for Jenny."
"Ah, will you let me come to your next party if I do?"
"Lord, if your mother should find out about it, she'd not only have me thrown out of a job, but she's have me thrown in the clink as well. Now why don't you be a generous princess and play with my pea?"
"If I'm not good enough for you socially, I'm not good enough for you sexually."
"Oh, alright, alright. Next Friday. Around eight o'clock. I live on Junction, just of Vemor Highway, in the first house to the left of the Rectory of Holy Redeemer Church. Now come and bless me with those miraculous hands of yours."
"You taking your clothes off or are you looking for a real miracle "
"Will you take them off for me?" Jenny said, trembling a bit. She always trembled before playing the games she and Amy had invented and developed for each other. "I like it so much better when you do everything for me. It makes me feel so... so wanted."
With that the two of the marched into the library as they always did when it was time for game time. The library, of course, was Amy's idea, and Jenny would go along with anything Amy suggested. That's how much she loved her, for she did love Amy in her own peculiar way.
For Amy it was the library because the decor was masculine and smelled of old tobaccos and leather. Also there was the fact that the heavy library furniture didn't wrinkle beneath them with the throes of their passion, and it was very important, terribly important that Amy's mother never, never know what they were doing.
Mrs. Holden was an exceptionally strong willed person. And, being an important Doctor of Psychiatry with a long list of powerful City Hall friends and a blue blood background, the Queen of Sheba, as Amy spitefully called her as often as possible, could make plenty of big trouble, real trouble, like having her dear daughter confined to booby hatch if she didn't tow the line! It was like having a mother who was a Mother Superior and literal warden, judge and jury all rolled up into one. The one person in the world you didn't even dare dream of fucking with was good old Mom.
But that didn't stop Amy and Jenny. No way.
By now Jenny was kneeling in the middle of the biggest leather couch in the room, her big watermelon tits draped over the back of the couch, her tree trunk legs spread wide and her big, white, fleshy ass sticking up in the air.
She was covered with goosebumps despite the logs burning in the fireplace. She always got goosebumps when Amy touched her. It never failed. Even when Amy made her turn her back to her when she was taking her clothes off, Jenny would imagine the scene. See Amy's tiny hands working the clasps and buttons and zippers, visualize Amy's adorable hands brushing against the mass of her large, fleshy body... and best of all the touch of it, the feel of those hands like the little wrens she knew as a girl in Sweden, soft as butterfly wings, the shock of silk turning her into flame, her flesh coming to life beneath the touch, jumping with contact, each square inch of flesh taking on a supercharged sensitivity, and Amy made her happy like no other lover.
If only Amy wouldn't talk so much!
For as Amy sent her to heaven, the girl talked and talked, observing the scene and mixing it up with her own fantasy conversation with other, invisible lovers and making of her, Jenny, an extension of her mother, the Queen of Sheba, and taking out the hate she had for that woman on her, on poor Jenny, oh why did she let herself in for this, what kind of monster had she created, what had she started that she now couldn't stop and didn't want to stop and "Do me, Amy, do me!"
"Oh," said Amy, "I bet you'd like to see what I'm seeing! You big pussy hangs down past your ass like a big muff. Can't you spread you legs any wider? Ah, that's better. I brought this butter from the kitchen and I'm going to butter you up. That's it, you rich Swedish pastry, I'm going to make you even richer than you are.
Look how I tremble when I reach between your legs from in back. Do you get fucked from in back too? A man would have to have a long cock to get past those fleshy legs of yours. They're about four times thicker than mine, and when I touch your big soft pussy lip... oh, you like that? you like that, too?... you should see the fat on your legs trembling. And I can get all of it trembling at once if I suddenly push my hand in... LIKE THIS!"
"Oh, Rocco, Rocco, Rocco!" Jenny screamed. "You rock me like a pine tree rocks in the winds of a storm.
Let me turn loose on you, let me howl like a storm!"
And all the while Amy is talking her talk. Mixing up dreams of her long-dead father. Jesus, he was a beautiful man! Talking about the tragedy of his death even before she could remember him. Talking about having what every little girl should have, a father who's a lover, who would take her in his lap and stroke her hair and rub her shoulders and play Pussy, pussy, Who's got the Pussy with fingers roaming into her most intimate parts, between her legs, pussy and asshole all at once with his cock rising up and feeling stiff and hard, magically shoving her jammies aside and teaching his very own good little baby girl to sit on his big, hard cock and ride, ride, ride up and down, up and down, juicier and juicier until Daddy loved her more than any Daddy ever loved his favorite little girl and made her happy and made her feel good and here in the library where he used to sit and read and do his studying and do his work that's where Amy would stretch Jenny out...
And jam those little-girl sixteen year old hands into that big wet cunt of Jenny's and get her so very fucking hot and squirming and being HER little girl and Amy's hand is Daddy's cock and Jenny is the baby Amy and it all came together like magic and was what it was and even more, anything you wanted it to be, and Jenny scooting back and forth, all buttered up and ready for toasting and the leather squeaking and the sucking sounds and the good feeling Amy's hand had exploring cunt, discovering cunt, learning her own cunt by entering Jenny's and talking to Daddy and being Daddy and Amy's cock in Jenny's cunt, hand squeezed just like cock squeezed, and Daddy at his desk, looking up from his writing, turning in his chair with his big cock in his hand and coming over from the desk with cock for Amy, his best and only little girl, and giving it to her to play with and lick and suck and make slimy and feel good and Jenny going crazy thinking her secret thoughts and hoping Mrs. Holden wouldn't walk in the door and find them and send her to jail and Amy to God-knows-where and isn't life wonderful and awful at the same time and why the fuck not let Amy come over- over again this coming Friday, coming Friday, my man Friday, coming Amy, Amy, oh, I'm coming, don't stop now, don't stop now... Don't stop... now!
"Will you let me come to the party on Friday?" Amy left her hand in Jenny's big cunt. All fine fingers and most of the palm being sucked by that incredible Swedish cunt machine "Can I come on Friday or not, Jenny?"
"Lord, yes, you can come on Friday, any day, any time you want, only don't stop now Amy, don't stop! I want to come! Let me come!"
"Okay, Jenny girl, you want to come? Then, go, buttercup, GO!"
And with that Amy shoved her whole hand up into the dark cavern of the big woman's drooling hole and the sofa looked like someone poured a bottle of milk on it.
AH! AH! AH!!!!!!
And Amy ran out of the room, washed up in the kitchen, grabbed her books, and was out the door before even before Jenny could look up from the floor and over her shoulder.
"Ah, well," Jenny sighed to herself, "if it weren't for Amy I'd never get any of the house cleaned! Oh, she's such an inspiration, if ever there was one. I mean, no one cleans my house like she does!" Every suburban princess with a hot sex drive wonders what the hell she's doing in the fucking middle of the nowhere suburbs, but sooner or later she figures things out and realizes that sex is in her own backyard. So it begins.
And there aren't quite as many virgins as one might imagine out there in the dreamland, heartland of goodlife America.
But Amy was more repressed than others because of her bullying mother, so she became more and more isolated as the years went on, and by the time she was in the tenth grade she had almost no friends, no one to talk with, a very withdrawn young woman.
Not that she didn't have her chances. She did. The truth is she didn't dare. How many girls have to strip naked on Friday night before going out to the drive in restaurant scene of Woodward Avenue? How many girls have to pass inspection with their freaked out mother making them stand on a stool and turn slowly around and around while their mothers look them over, every inch, from toes, up the firm fresh legs, the sweet round buns, and cunt with soft young-girl hair and supple waist and tits, oh the tits get really looked at, and the neck and even the lips for Christ's sake, looking for a sign, any sign of messing around?
What indignity! What suffering!
Once She had a hickey, just a little hickey (it might even well have been nothing more than a bruise) on the right side of her neck, just above the creamy curve of her lovely virgin shoulder and Amy's mother almost hit the ceiling! Slapped her! Called her names! Locked her in her room. And left her there. Alone. Lonely.
"You horrible, ungrateful little whore! Letting those filthy beasts paw your body like a common slut! When will you realize that you have a tradition to live up to? How can I make you understand that you are the child of exceptional parents and you have standards to live up to?"
Oh, it was horrible. And especially horrible for little Amy because Amy didn't care about standards and tradition and all that other stuff. Amy cared for he developing sexual drive that coursed through her lovely body like a current of living electricity and send her whole being into a frenzy of longing and wanting!
And the worst part of those inspections was the loving, motherly insertion of finger into Amy's treasure of a cunt! It made her cry every time she thought about it! Disgusting! Horrible! The remembrance of those inspections was too, too much to bear! And when even the beginnings of a remembering of the weekly nightmare ritual came to Amy's mind, she'd have to blot it out immediately or she did burst into loud, mournful sobs.
She knew.
Amy knew.
It had happened to her so many times. In the middle of class. At lunch in the beautiful cafeteria in the luxurious high school. In the midst of piano lessons. While trying out a new dress at Saks. While having pizza with the kids. At pajama parties. Breaking down at discos. Sobbing with frustration and humiliation in the middle of a rock concert at the Fischer Theater.
And naturally, but of course, unavoidably... any thought of sex at all would remind her of The Queen of Sheba and the terrible things she did to her every Friday night and naturally, but of course, unavoidably...
Amy would break out into uncontrollable wailing and weeping, with sobs lurching out from the depths of her soul and her longing cunt, and so...
... in the middle of luxury, surrounded by her schoolmates, looking as good as she did, as gifted as she was in so many different ways, with all the good and beautiful things Amy had to offer... she, Amy Holden, was supremely and always... left alone.
Avoided.
Like the plague.
A guy couldn't even talk to her Are you kidding?! How could you? The least little thing could freak her out! A word. A gesture. A look even. And try to get to that hot little body of hers, forget it. The stories about her were too many to repeat. But repeated they were, and people learned to avoid her for their own good. Take Jack, for example. Jack Livingston was the most popular guy in high school. A real friendly guy, good looking and the fucking captain of the football team. Shit, man! That's supposed to count for something. It means your dick gets taken care of real good, any time you want it. And, of course, if you're Jack Livingston, you want it taken care of all the time. You want some bow-shaped lips sucking on your prong and sucking good! After all, what's being the hottest dude in the school and' owning your own Corvette convertible supposed to mean? It means good young tight hot pussy squeezing and sucking your big hard cock and liking it, baby, LOVING it!
But not that Amy! And Jack went way out of his way for her, too. Took his time. Two weeks, man! And that's a long time without getting any when you're used to it whenever and where ever you want it. Hell, he treated her with kid gloves. And did it do any good? Fuck no!
Like he tells it, he had worked on her for one whole afternoon. Then his parents took off for some convention the auto execs where having in Miami and there they were, the two of them, him and Amy, in the best mansion in all of the Hills. She smoked his grass, the best money can buy. They had a couple drinks. She was dancing for him. They made a joke of it. like die was supposed to be his dancing girl, and he was a oil sultan swimming in his pool.
And was she ever dancing for him! Maybe it was the grass, maybe the drink, he wasn't sure, but she sure as hell surprised him and he wasn't about to reason why, not the way she looked!
All peaches and cream, if you know what I mean. Sort of the feeling of not a hair on her, except where hair counts on a peach. Packed into a skimpy string of a bikini, sliding her hips around with the easy grace of a universal joint on the new Cadillacs! All oiled up and ready to roll!
So Jack, he starts climbing out of the pool and she comes up to the edge and kneels down in front of him with her legs spread and her aims out like she really knows what she's doing and really wants to do it. Jack says he even thinks she was drooling a little, but he isn't sure because it was already eleven at night and the only lights were the pool lights and the lights on that little fountain they have by the garage and he's fucking hot as hell because SHE's hot and everybody knows she's cherry and he gets one leg out of the water and she runs a hand up the inside of it, like she can't even wait for him to fucking climb out and he get the rest of himself up and stands in front of her so she can go well see the hardon he's got for her and what's she do?
She starts crying!
Not just crying, but sobbing. Like she's gone crazy or some one's killing her or something.
And how can you fuck a crazy?
Sound crazy? Maybe it is. But the thing about Amy is: You've got to admire her. As fucked up as she is with a mother that makes Lucretia Borgia seem like Shirley Temple Black, Amy had two choices. Go along with the program and lead a life that isn't hers at all, or break out. Check out. Do it anyway.
Maybe if she had someone to talk with, could compare notes with a friend, maybe then she would have had more alternatives. With a little bit of luck. But Amy didn't have that kind of good luck where her sex life came in. Not if her mother had anything to say about it, and she had plenty to say.
And all she said was NO! No way, no time, not ever.
They had her strapped down on a filthy mattress. Tied down with belts. Spread eagle. Who they were she didn't even know. All she remembers is walking down some sidestreet in some strange neighborhood in Detroit, and that's all! And now she's God knows where and scared to death.
Is it a house she's in? Or a shed of some kind? The only thing Amy knew about slums is that they exist. That and photographs in magazines here and there.
And what's that odor? It smells like urine. And old wet rags. And like is so tangible it almost has a taste.
Somewhere outside a dog is whining.
And there's something scurrying around in the dark. In the room with her! And it keeps circling around and around, its nails scraping in the dark across the floor as it stops and starts in its roaming.
Then she hears mens' voices. They were talking. Laughing. She can't make out what they're saying, but the tone is rough and crude. They come closer and closer to the door. Outside they seem to be arguing about something. Can't make it out. Wait. It's her they're talking about! Which one will take her first! Which one will have the privilege of breaking her in.
"Alright, god-damn it, go first! You're so fucking smart! Just leave some for me, that's all. And don't take all night. Share and share alike, no?"
More laughter, the door opens, a brief shadow' as a figure walks into the shack, and the light dies immediately as the door is shut again.
Again a moving about in the dark, but this time a larger animal, groping about... a match is struck, it flames briefly, and a lamp is lit. The shadow behind it lifts the lamp, carries over to the bed in which she's tied and a face -filthy, old, grinning- looms out of the dark. "Well, well, what have we here?"
Oh, God, don't let him touch me, don't! "What's the matter, girlie, no smile for old uncle Charlie? Uncle Charlie won't hurt you. Not much. You just be nice to me, and I'll be nice to you. Now that fair, isn't it."
"Ohhh... "
"Oh, is it? Thinking, is it? Well, well, let's see what else it can offer."
"Please," she whimpers. "Don't hurt me. Let me go home. I won't get you in trouble, please."
"You won't, eh? Well, that's real sweet Of you. Real sweet. I like that a lot. Why don't you and me just get to know each other a little bit better. You just relax while I see what we've got here."
His hands enter the circle of light in which she is captured. He touches her hair, twines it around his fingers.
Nice. Real nice.
She begins to whimper, softly, like a frightened puppy.
"And look at that pretty mouth," he says to himself. Ain't those lips just as soft as they come. Running his fingers across her lips, he pushes them aside, slides them across the glistening white teeth admiringly.
The stench of stale oil assaults her nostrils, sickening her, and she opens her mouth to scream, but before she's able to do so, he shoves three fingers deep in her mouth. She'd like to bit down, but her jaws are forced so wide open that she can't.
He continues to explore the secrets of her pink, soft tongue, ignoring her protests.
"Trying to bite old uncle Charlie? Well, now, that's not nice! Maybe if I hold your nose for you."
He squeezes her nostrils shut. She has to open her mouth to breathe. He explores her now with even greater leisure sliding his fingers under her flicking tongue, between the teeth and gums, long, slow descents to the back of the throat.
"Now that's better now. You just wash old Charlie's hands with that nice white mouth of yours. We wouldn't want to get that clean body of yours all full of oil and dirt, now would we."
She bites down hard!
He jumps back and slaps her hard! "Bad, bad, bad!" And each time he says it, he slaps her again!
She breaks into hysterical sobs.
"We can't have that, girlie. How's a man supposed to do his work with all that racket going on? Well just stuff this rag in your mouth for now. But don't you worry about. I won't forget those pretty lips of yours. You did such a good job sucking my fingers, later I'm gonna let you suck on my cock."
Holding her by the chin, he draws his face close to hers, overwhelming her with his rancid breath.
"Look at it crying now! Such big tears! But that's alright. I don't mind tears. They kinda turn me on. Yes, they do. I like watching those tears rolls down those cheeks of yours. Tell you what. I'm just gonna lay right down right next to you. Now ain't that nice? Nice and cozy like. Yeah. And while I watch those tears of yours, I'm gonna reach down under this blanket here and see what else we got.
"Oh, such sweet little titties. Like little apples. How come your nipples aren't getting hard? Doesn't rubbing your titties get your nipples hard? NO? Maybe pinching them will. Ah, you wiggle around so nice. You make Uncle Charlie's cock get real big and hard wiggling around like that. Tell you what: I'm gonna get up and take my clothes off for you. Show you my nice big cock and let you think about what you're gonna do to make my cock feel good while I play with your titties and see if we can't get you to stop crying and maybe get you feeling good, not that it matter how you feel. I got feelings enough for both of us."
Standing next to the bed he works his belt buckle open and lets his pants fall to the floor. His cock stands up and away from his body. For an old man he's amazingly solid. A lifetime of hard physical labor does have its benefits.
"Pretty good for an old man, eh, girlie? Look at this nice big cock. You like that? You like the way I play with my cock. Yeah, it feels real good this way. But you know something? It's gonna feel a helluva, lot better when I've got it stuck way up inside that tight little pussy of yours. Oh, yeah. A whole lot better. And after that I'm gonna let you suck on it for awhile. Sure, I will, don't you worry your little head about it. When old Charlie has a little rest, I'm gonna let it rest in your mouth for awhile, till it gets to feeling good and stiff again, and then we're gonna let Charlie see what that little asshole of yours is like. Oh, yeah. Old Charlie one eye is gonna work his way right up that hot asshole of yours real nice and slow like and see what it's like for himself. Nothing like looking for yourself, now is there. Here. You want a better look at it?"
The old man climbs back up on the filthy cot and kneels over the girls face, grinning down at her. He grabs the top of her head and forces her to study his cock.
"Ain't that nice now? Don't the sight of my cock turn you on? See what you did to old Uncle Charlie? You got him all excited! He wants to rub himself all over your face, yeah, all over those wet cheeks of yours, sure, and he wants me to rap him up in that yella hair of yours and roll him around in it, just a roll in the hay, yeah, old Charlie likes to roll in the hay."
And with that the old man pivots with amazing agility and squats down on the girl's forehead, his cock and balls resting on her face, her head locked securely between his thighs.
"You know I'm kind of tempted to just start fucking you right in the throat, but first things first like my pappy used to tell me," and scooting forward and jamming the girls face between the cheeks of his hairy ass, he takes the filthy blanket that is covering her nakedness and throws it brutally aside.
This seems to render him temporarily speechless and he throws himself forward, covering the length of her body with his own, sucking her clean, manicured toes into his reeking mouth as his bloated cock rubs insanely against the side of her throat.
But the delights of her calves force him to abandon her feet and he sucks and bites his way up the inside of her legs, lurching from one to the other, back and forth, higher and higher up the inverted V... madly closing in on the object of his lust.
There is no pause. There is no hesitation. Her legs are tattooed with a map of hickies, each blossoming almost immediately after the onslaught.
Then, just before plunging into the pure sweet lips of her cunt, he pauses. Looks up from his work like a hungry animal, surveys the trail he's so far hewn, grabs her legs in both hands, sinking his strong, rough hands into the pliant flesh and makes even more available the hidden treasure of his victim's trembling body.
Then, slowly, slowly, but with the unavoidable urgency of passion, his lustful tongue plunges into the very apex of her delicious pussy, searching every fold, rooting every secret out, savoring each moment, giving each second its full value, secure in the knowledge that there is no need for hurry and dedicated to... "Oh, cunt, cunt, cunt!"...
"What's that, Miss Holden?"
The sound of' laughter fills her ears and breaks her daydream brutally. Amy starts and looks around the classroom.
Everyone is looking at her. Laughing insanely. Oh, no, did they all hear her say it? Did she actually verbalize her daydream? She must have! And there's Mr. Hitchcock looking right at her.
"What's that, Miss Holden? I'm not quite sure I caught what you said."
Christ, why doesn't he give her a break, she thinks. The sexiest man in the world, she'd do anything for him, and not only does he ignore her, but now when he could help her out of a tough spot, he doesn't even try to help her over it.
"I, I... " but the words won't come out and Amy cannot speak.
But she can be angry, and now she is. Gone now are any reservations she may have had. Her situation is totally hopeless. SHE is the stranger in a strange land. Born out of place and downhill ever since. And nothing she's ever tried helped the situation, and nothing ever will. Well, there's no use hiding any more. It's do what must be done, or die. Really, literally die.
Well, no more. The revolt of Amy Holden. Look at them, he classmates. The cowards. The hypocrites. The spoiled, gutless rich phonies. Listen to them laughing. So they eavesdrop on the privacy of her daydreams, the snoops, and then they don't even have the courtesy or even the concern to feel some compassion for her and take her side! No, they make it worse!
And her beautiful Mr. Hitchcock is their leader, too! Alright, then... to hell with it!
Angry now, Amy composes herself with a masterfulness that surprises even herself.
"I beg your pardon, Mr. Hitchhock. I was daydreaming, your lecture is so boring, you know. You never expand the textbook material, so it is all terribly boring, you realize that, don't you, Mr. Hitchcock? Or are you too much of a boneheaded jock to know even that?"
"Miss Holden!" he blurts, completely flustered. "I repeat my question for you: 'What did you say when you spoke before?"
"Mister Hitchcock, you know perfectly well what I said. But since you aren't gentleman enough to resist making an issue of it, I will repeat it for you. I said CUNT, Mr. Hitchcock. I said it three times. Cunt, cunt, cunt! That is, CUNT, you asshole! As in FUCK YOU!"
CHAPTER TWO
It was a revelation for Amy. A major turning point in her life. The word about her behavior would spread through the school like wildfire. There was no way her violent mother wouldn't hear all about it. Then the shit would really hit the fan.
Well, if you're going to pay for something you didn't do, you might as well do it.
And do it she would. With a passion.
That's why she walked straight past the principal's office and out of the school. Why not cut? Why not do what she wanted to do?
No fucking reason in the world.
As she walked the three and a half miles home through the beautiful wooded, manicured streets of suburban Bloomfield Hills, she felt an elation she had never known before.
Freedom was a marvelous thing. And who should know better than Amy? The very thought of it put an extra spring in her step, and she strolled along with brazen energy, letting her lovely tits bounce with uncontrolled pleasure, swinging her hips with wanton ease. It was like dancing. Freedom!
When she passed Judge Crocker's house the workmen who were building a dorm over the garage whistled after her. To reward them she swung her ass cheeks with more vigor than she had been.
Smiling to herself, she thought about how shocked they would be if she, Amy Holden, an obvious WASP princess way beyond their sexual reach, should turn suddenly and come on to them in the same way the had to her.
Hell, why not?
If she was going to celebrate her new-found inner freedom she might as well start operating right now and go the next step - outer freedom. She turned abruptly and started walking back to the construction site. Her boldness was intoxicating, like drinking full glasses of fine wine!
"Hello," she smiled, "can you men tell me if the Judge is home? I know him very well and we often talk together. For an older man he isn't all that out of it."
She flashed her most brilliant smile, revealing a perfect set of small, white even teeth. She knew she looked good.
The three men working on the roof of the garage looked down at her. One of them stopped working and climbed down to the driveway.
He was about thirty-six. Obviously well-built. The size of his forearms was evident despite of the crude sweatshirt that covered them.
"What did you say, Miss. I couldn't hear you with all the racket up there."
"I asked if Judge Crocker was home. He's a friend of mine, kind of... my advisor "
"Well, listen. Miss, ah... "
"Holden. But you can call me Amy."
"Okay, ah, Amy, but me and the boys didn't mean no harm when you walked by before. We were just having a little fun."
Then it dawned on her: Here's this big fuck of a man, his work tools hanging from his belt like extra cocks (God, he could probably crush her with just one of those huge hands of his!), and there he is apologizing because he's afraid she's some kind of spoiled brat who would rat on him and make things tough for him just because he had whistled at her!
People sure can read you wrong, she thought. We'll just have to set him straight on that.
"Oh, listen, don't you worry about that at all. I get whistled at all the time." Amy smiled to reassure him.
"OH?" he questioned, hesitating but coming around.
"And I don't mind it at all. In fact, I like it. It makes a girl feel good to know men find her attractive. You do find me attractive, don't you?"
She knew damned well he did. She could see the crotch of the baggy work pants he wore beginning to flesh out. Could that reaction have anything to do with the fact that she was 'innocently' touching her breast, Harlow-like, as they chatted?
Damn, her nipples were hard!
"Well, ah, sure you're good-looking," he smiled. It made him look even sexier. "But, to tell you the truth, when we saw you walking down the road we couldn't see too good because of the treetops up there and, well... we thought you were a lot older than you are."
"I'm almost twenty," Amy lied, but she knew he'd believe it because he wanted to believe it.
"Oh? You look a lot younger. Like fourteen, maybe fifteen."
"That's because I'm small. I'm only five feet two. But you've heard the expression about good things and small packages, haven't you?" Amy smiled to herself thinking his wife was probably as big and fleshy as Jenny. He looked the type who'd have a big woman who could easily take all the long, hot fucking he had to give. Now his smile was more than friendly.
"Sure, I know that one: 'Good things come in small packages And you're a small package, sure enough!"
Amy just knew he was having trouble keeping his hands off his cock. It was swelling so violently through his pantlegs it was bigger than the hammer hanging next to it.
Well, thought Amy, it's now or never. Let it out for him, let him know what I want. Then, if something doesn't happen, it will be his fault, not mine!
"Well, listen, Mr. Carpenter man, I just know for sure you've got some good things, some real good things, and I'd just love to be the small package you come in!"
And with that she reached out and grabbed his cock through his rough pants. Hey, she could feel the heat of it right through the fabric! Far out!
And him... he jumped about three feet in the air!
"Hey, what's going on here?" Was he angry? "What do you think you're doing? What are you after, anyhow?
What's your racket? You're trying to get me in trouble!"
Oh, no! Amy couldn't believe it! Her first real aggressive sexual act and the guy behaves like she was trying to hurt him somehow! She felt like bursting into tears, and already her eyes were beginning to water. didn't mean anything... "
If Amy were looking at him, she would have seen that her tears had an almost magical effect on the carpenter. Where before he was angry, now he was sympathetic. Where before his sexual interest was casual, a flirtation, now it was real.
He walked toward her and put a sympathetic arm around her shoulder. How tiny and soft she was!
"Now, now, don't you worry none. I'm sorry. You just got me off-guard, that's all. I'm not one to turn a lady down."
His hand had slipped down and was massaging one of her apple- like tits.
Amy looked up at him, tears shining on her face. She smiled and snuggled into the warmth of his arm. Oh, how good the solid body felt! How nice it was to press up against the rough fabric of his clothes. Then she looked down and saw his cock pressing against his zipper.
"Go ahead," he said. "You can touch it. Go ahead."
Cautiously she put her hand and grabbed onto the object of her desire. She measured the thickness' of it with her fingers, the length of it with her palm, trying to visualize what it looked like underneath his pants.
"You got my cock jumping like a young colt in springtime," he said. "But we shouldn't be standing out here in the open like this. Somebody'll come along and we'll both be sorry. Let's find us a little privacy."
Amy followed after him without a word. At last she was actually going to know a man. She was going to get fucked by a man! Who the hell cared what the consequences may or may not be. Her cunt was doing all the talking. Every last word of it.
The carpenter led her into the unfinished garage. The roof was half completed, and as they entered the enclosure, the man looked up and told the other two men, who were peering down at them thru the struts of the roof, to go about their business.
"I want to hear you working, you guys understand that. If there's quiet up there, I'm gonna get up and kick some ass! Got it?"
He then turned to Amy and said, "After all, a foreman has some rights, no?"
They walked together to a sheltered comer. The walls weren't quite finished, but there was enough of a cover to keep them from prying eyes.
The carpenter sat down on a crude wooden bench and took Amy and set her on his lap.
"Now I want to ask you a question, and I want a truthful answer. You are a virgin, aren't you."
She couldn't say the word aloud, but she shook her beautiful blond head in a 'yes' and smiled at him with the look of a young and trusting fawn.
He was big and hot and gentle and just what she wanted.
"Okay," he answered. "So we're not gonna change that about you. No... don't say anything. You came to me a virgin, and you're gonna leave that way. But that doesn't mean you and me can't have a good time. A real good time, both of us. Believe me. Now you just do what I tell you."
First, he had her reach into his pants and touch his cock in the flesh. Oh, the satiny feel of it. Amy had no idea it would be like that. She was delighted and played with it like a child would a new-found puppy.
"Hey, hey, take it easy there, or well be finished before we even begin," he laughed.
Standing them, he unfastened his belt, dropped his pants and pulled down his baggy boxer shorts. And there it was! Like a flagpole with a huge ornamentive knob on the top of it.
Amy couldn't believe her eyes, so to make sure what she was seeing was real, she reached out and touched it.
The huge cock jumped with the contact.
"Both hands," he said. And she did what she was told, gripping that pole with both hands as best die could.
Even then she could barely get her fingers around it.
"That's it. Touch it a lot just where the head meets the stick. Oh, that's good! Oh, that's great!"
Amy touched the cock and stroked it and rubbed it. It jumped around in her hand as though it had a life of its own. It was as sensitive as a fine musical instrument. And in no time at all, she was playing his cock like an expert.
"Now wet it!" His voice was heavy with emotion, much deeper even than it had been when they, first started talking what seemed like years ago.
She looked up at him. True, she had had some fairly wild scenes with Jenny. True, she had read a lot of porno and looked at a lot of pictures. But somehow all that past experience didn't seem to relate to what was happening now. And it wasn't an act, no put-on of any kind.
Amy was new. As new as they come. And when he said wet it, she understood what he meant, but didn't know quite how to do it.
She looked up to him for guidance, for advice.
Even sitting he was taller than she was standing. But instead of helping her out, he simply gazed upon her as though he were in a trance, lost in an almost private world of pleasure.
What to do? Then it came to her!
Without missing a stroke of his cock, Amy reached up Under her skirt with her left hand and let her fingers get soggy With the pussy juice that had saturated her panties.
Then she grabbed his cock and pulled it luxuriously, lubricating it with precious liquid of her own making.
The big carpenter groaned and rocked back and forth on the bench.
"Play with my nuts, little woman. Let my nuts know you love them too!"
Nuts! Big nuts hanging under his cock. Now she looked at them for the first time. Tentatively, the reached out and cupped them gently in her palm.
They jumped in her hand. They, too, led a life of their own!
So she concentrated on experimenting with his love balls as she gently stroked his cock. She squeezed them. She rolled them lazily around in the low-hanging sack. She scratched them lightly with her fingernails!
Judging by the carpenter's moans and groans, her exploration of his nuts was giving him as much pleasure as playing with his cock did! Maybe more!
"Am I doing it right?" she asked.
He opened his eyes and looked down at her. His face was very serious, his eyes staring and unblinking.
Was he angry again? Now what was bothering him? Amy was suddenly at a loss as to was to do or say.
Yes, she held him in the most intimate way, but she had stopped all manipulation. He looked so strange!
Now she was beginning to be afraid. Why didn't he move? Why didn't he... ?
Then, very slowly, with a voice cracking with emotion, he managed to whisper, "Oh... you Go d-damned..
.fucking... beautiful little cunt!"
And he fell on his knees before her!
His hands were over her like a whirlwind, whipping the skirt and panties away from her body and -without any warning--buried his tongue as deep in her pussy as her virgin membrane would allow!
"Aghhhh!" She screamed!
The shock -of the contact was soooooo wonderful! Like terrible pain in total reverse. She would have tom herself away from him, but his big rough hands held her firmly by the ass and she couldn't get away!
With her tiny hands on his shoulders, she tried to push away from him, escape from the divine torture of his marvelous tongue, but to no avail! He only pulled her closer into the trap of his body, relentlessly sucking and slurping and licking away.
Amy grabbed two handsful of his hair. She tried to push his head away from her legs! No use! No use!
"Ah! Ah ! Ah! Ah!" Her cries were no more than whispers, a gasping for breathe, a fan-fucking-tastic release!
"Hey, Johnson! Johnson!" Two voices were calling from above them.
Amy heard them and the carpenter heard them, but they paid no attention. They were too much lost in the thrill of their love-making.
She was almost fainting with delight. How many times had she come already? Four? Five? And whereas before she had used her arms to push him away from her throbbing little pussy, now she was using them to prop herself and keep from falling over in a faint of exhaustion and satisfaction.
He, on the other hand, had himself well in hand, and as he slurped up the love juices that had poured from her in a bountiful flow, furiously licking it from the inside of her legs and cleaning her bush... he . was jacking himself off with the pounding insistence of an electric hammer.
Through a fog, Amy watched him stroking away. She could fell the power of the man as he approached his climax. He held her ass with one huge hand, while with the other he pumped himself away, the flaring head of his cock popping in and out,' in and out of his fist, faster, faster, faster...
"Johnson! Come on, there! Break it up, will you for Christ's sake!"
Amy got angry with their interference! She looked up at them, eyes blazing and shouted, "Can't you see he's coming?"
"Yeah, yeah, that's all well and good," the younger one said. "But he's not the only one!"
"What do you mean by that?" Amy demanded, hardly able to speak despite her anger.
"That's what I'm trying to tell you," the man above her growled. "Here comes the Judge!"
Judge Crocker! What a terrible situation that was! If there was one person Amy had to fear as much as her mother, it was Judge Crocker!
Not that the Judge was mean and nasty like her mother, no. He wasn't. On the contrary. He had always been very nice to Amy. He had even taken her side when her mother was being especially evil with her.
But he was, after all, her mother's dearest, oldest friend. Maybe her only real friend.
She and the Judge had know each other for years. Gone to grade school, high school, even part of college together. Everybody had always assumed that the two of them would eventually get married. That's how closely people associated them.
But when Amy's mother went to Europe for her degrees in psychiatry, she'd met Amy's father and the two of the got married almost immediately. Even so, one had to suspect that the Judge still loved Mrs. Holden. If not, why hadn't he married? In any case, if the Judge caught Amy in the situation she was in with the carpenter, he would surely tell her mother, and then all hell would break loose. Not only that, but since Amy's real father had died, the Judge did kind of take his place. A true gentleman with nothing but kindness for Amy as long as she had known him. And that had been all her life. Ever since she could remember, the Judge was part of her being, like a kind and loving uncle, and lately like more of a father.
She could remember his holding her in his lap, stroking her long banana curls. It was the Judge who bought her her first real party dress and went on and on about how beautiful she looked in it. It was the Judge who promised to buy her a convertible when she was old enough to get a driver's license. Why, a couple times he'd even let her drive his car around for an afternoon if she promised to stay in the neighborhood.
She would have died if the Judge had caught her with her panties down and that wonderful man's face buried in her juicing cunt! And him with his cock out jacking-off like crazy! The Judge's disappointment and shock would have been a worse punishment than any her mother could have handed out.
But luckily she hadn't been caught.
The carpenter's men had managed to warn them in time. Not in time to get fully dressed and composed, that was impossible in the state they had worked themselves into.
That's when Amy had burst into tears and was on the verge of getting hysterical. She knew the house and grounds well enough. How many hours and days, years even, had she played there? Impossible to estimate!
But the carpenter, bless him, was much more cool-headed then she was. He had pulled himself together almost immediately. Who wants to go to jail?
But there was no way Amy could have managed it. Her skirt was a complicated affair. And she couldn't even find her panties. They were looking for it still, when they'd heard the Judge's footfalls on the gravel driveway.
They were still confused when they heard him calling up to the men on the roof and asking, "How's it going?"
That's when the carpenter lifted Amy up to the unfinished wall in their corner of the garage and set her upon it with her feet hanging over the edge, facing into the woods that cover so much of Bloomfield Hill's lush surface.
"Can you make it into the woods?" he'd asked her.
"Sure! I know them inside out and backwards."
"Okay, then, good-bye."
And before lifting her down to the ground and the cover of the trees, the carpenter stuck his wonderful, wonderful tongue about halfway up her pink rosebud of an asshole! God!
Even as Amy was stepping into the bushes, as long as she had known him. And that had been all her life.
Ever since she could remember, the Judge was part of her being, like a kind and loving uncle, and lately like more of a father.
She could remember his holding her in his lap, stroking her long banana curls. It was the Judge who bought her her first real party dress and went on and on about how beautiful she looked in it. It was the Judge who promised to buy her a convertible when she was old enough to get a driver's license. Why, a couple times he'd even let her drive his car around for an afternoon if she promised to stay in the neighborhood.
She would have died if the Judge had caught her with her panties down and that wonderful man's face buried in her juicing cunt! And him with his cock out jacking-off like crazy! The Judge's disappointment and shock would have been a worse punishment than any her mother could have handed out.
But luckily she hadn't been caught.
The carpenter's men had managed to warn them in time. Not in time to get fully dressed and composed, that was impossible in the state they had worked themselves into.
That's when Amy had burst into tears and was on the verge of getting hysterical. She knew the house and grounds well enough. How many hours and days, years even, had she played there? Impossible to estimate!
But the carpenter, bless him, was much more cool-headed then she was. He had pulled himself together almost immediately. Who wants to go to jail?
But there was no way Amy could have managed it. Her skirt was a complicated affair. And she couldn't even find her panties. They were looking for it still, when they'd heard the Judge's footfalls on the gravel driveway.
They were still confused when they heard him calling up to the men on the roof and asking, "How's it going?"
That's when the carpenter lifted Amy up to the unfinished wall in their corner of the garage and set her upon it with her feet hanging over the edge, facing into the woods that cover so much of Bloomfield Hill's lush surface.
"Can you make it into the woods?" he'd asked her?
"Sure! I know them inside out and backwards."
"Okay, then, good-bye."
And before lifting her down to the ground and the cover of the trees, the carpenter stuck his wonderful, wonderful tongue about halfway up her pink rosebud of an asshole! God!
Even as Amy was stepping into the bushes, skirt in hand, cunt half wet and asshole absolutely tingling with delicious shock, she'd heard the Judge walk into the garage and say, "Well, Mr. Johnson, how's it going?"
"Right on schedule, Judge Crocker," the carpenter had answered. "Just on time, if you know what I mean."
Amy could hear the smile in his voice even as he'd said it. Amy soaking in the tub, day-dreaming and mulling, was not the same Amy she had been only hours earlier.
Talk about what a difference a day makes! Why just this morning the world was as bleak and unpromising as it always had been. What a nightmare her life had been since her wonderful father died. Everything wrong. Thinking to herself that she was going crazy.
But now, the warm water was a balm, and she lay back in the bubble bath thinking things out, her fingers idly playing with their favorite button of a toy under the suds.
No more hysterical sobbing from now on. No more breaking into tears at the mere hint of sex. Just wait till she took her revenge. What sweet revenge it would be!
The fuck of a captain of the football team. That asshole Mr. Hitchcock. What an advantage they'd had over her when she had been the slave of fear. Well, she'd soon show them. And they'd love it, too. Just as much as she will.
And if not, that's their problem, not hers, not Amy's. j It was as if a huge, oppressive, crushing weight had been lifted from her exhausted soul. It wasn't she who was crazy. It was her situation, her mother. Amazing that she wasn't even odder than she had been.
And with that knowledge, Amy forgave herself. She was good. She was decent. What she wanted to do with her body was normal. Her sex drive was normal. And if she had gone to extremes in both her actions and her fantasies, it was only because she had been so totally repressed and intimidated.
Up until this morning, that is.
Now she gazed lovingly upon her tits floating in the water. The temperature and the suds got the nipples hard, and she rubbed them gently with the very tips of her fingers. Harder yet! How she loved herself and her love was good.
She kissed her shoulders, amazed with the softness of her lips. She ran the tips of her fingers under her arms, and the pits got all tingly. Stretching, she rubbed the heel of one foot, then the other. Neither did she ignore her calves, her thighs, her delicious little miracle of a cunt! How dear and wonderful all of it was!
Suddenly life was definitely worth living, and Amy felt in her heart that there wasn't anything she couldn't ensure until she was old enough to get out on her own and be her own woman. This is what liberation meant: Do what you want, whatever you want without hurting others! The sanity of it made her shudder with delight and got her to thinking about...
... her asshole!
Her asshole?!
Her carpenter lover had made love to her asshole! That kind of thing had never even occurred to her before.
Up till then an asshole had been something you shit with, nothing more. But why be so squeamish about that? Wasn't the cunt something you pissed with? Didn't the beautiful cocks of her dreams piss, too? It was all right and natural.' Thinking about it was all it took. With an imagination like Amy's, the mental quickly becomes the physical the imagined the real, the fantasy a reality.
And her asshole was twitching with desire.
Up from the tub like a teenage Venus, the suds her clouds of glory, and she trails them across the carpeted bathroom floor up to the triple full-length mirrors in the dressing alcove.
No admiring her pussy now. Now is not the time to fondle and kiss her pretty little nipples, even if they are harder than usual. This is a poem to her as yet undiscovered asshole and she, Amy, begins to explore her newly found sexual territory.
First she stand sidewise like a high fashion model, her head held high, turning her eyes to view her buttocks.
Beautiful!
How hadn't she noticed before?!
Look at that ass! She stands on her tiptoes to streamlines of curve! Lightly she runs her fingernails across her cheeks, emphasizing the slight hollows with special attention. God, she's a mass of goosebumps! Who would have ever guessed?
She's got to see more, feel more! Turning and looking over her shoulder, the full rear view revolves into view, and she sees her ass for the first time. True, she'd looked over her sexy ass for the first time. True, she'd looked over her shoulder into the mirror before but it wasn't to look at her ass. It was for a better view of her dear, sweet pussy.
She bends over, her hands on her knees. Her ass cheeks balloon out and delight her! And reaching behind her, she grabs a cheek in each hand and slowly, as though parting the curtain of a treasure trove, gazes upon her own little shit hole for the first real time!
It is marvelous!. Creamy globes of flesh pointing to yet another highway of delight! She must see more, but how? Down on her hands and knees. She's intoxicated by the view. Short as she is, she's beautifully proportioned.
How does she look with her legs spread? What if she crouches down? What if she slides back and forth, up and down? She experiments with dozens of poses: kneeling, standing, first on one foot, then the other, crouching, legs up on a chair, one wonderful view after the other until her asshole is itching, begging to be touched.
She sticks the very tip of one finger into the tunnel. It's very nice. Then a little more until it's up there almost to the first joint. But a little lubrication is what's needed.
She walks to the medicine cabinet, watching the movement of her asscheeks as she walks across the room.
A brief search, and she's back with a jar of vaseline.
Daintily she coats the tip of the responsible finger with the vaseline and then decides, what the hell, and greases up the whole digit. As if in response to her decision, as though it were reading her mind, her asshole twitches with anticipation.
Well, she won't disappoint it!
Climbing up on a bench dragged over to the mirrors for the purpose, Amy perches precariously on its edges, spreads her legs and, without further pause, jams her finger up her asshole right to the palm!
God, why didn't she think of this before?
It's as good as playing with her pussy! Except that she can't go as far with her pussy, not with her mother subjecting her to the weekly ritual of her 'virgin check.' But there's no horrible, inconvenient membrane in her asshole, and there's nothing in the world to prevent her pleasure.
Amy slowly pulls her finger out. The way the tube of flesh sucks at it is a first-rate thrill.
Then back in it goes. In and out, and each time the rewards are greater, much greater, than the effort. Why, she could experiment like this by the hour!
What if she puts just the tip of it in and wiggles it ever so slightly? Yeah. There's just no end to the possibilities. She thinks about hot cocks resting in her asshole. Thinks about big hot cocks spreading the rosebud entrance, stretching it wide, and driving into her.
No doubt there's probably some pain involved. If the cock is too big. Or too thick. Or too long. But so what!
There's got to be pain or there's no pleasure. As limited as her actual experience is, Amy already knows this and accepts it fully.
Two fingers, well greased, up her own asshole!
How she'd live to do the same thing with her lovely cunt. Someday, someday soon she will, you bet on it. In the meantime, this is good enough. No, take that back. This is wonderful!
But she's too confined balanced on the bench that way. Get your feet on the ground, Amy girl, and she stands with her legs apart, watching her fingers moving with delicious ease in and out, in and out of her fast learning backdoor.
But we mustn't forget her little cunt, must we. It, too, is now getting its full share of attention.
She massages it as expertly as she knows how, which is very expertly. Only this time with the added stimulus of massaging her asshole at the same time. What a treat!
Maybe three fingers would be better. And three fingers it is. Not so deep in this time, but wider and even nicer in its way. She's really getting off, front and back, faster and faster.
As the tension builds and she draws nearer and nearer to coming, Amy thinks about her carpenter friend and that big, thick cock of his.
Oh, I bet it hurts! Oh, I bet it feels good! Oh, I'd like him fucking me in the ass. I'd love to feel his balls bumping up against my asscheeks, with him reaching around in front of me with his fingers up my cunt.
What a ride I'm giving him, she imagines to herself as she drifts further and further into the fantasy. The fingers of both hands alert every sense. Her ass is singing. Her cunt is singing. The harmony of it carries her higher and higher.
Now she is deaf to everything but her own pleasure.
She rocks back and forth, impaled first in front, then in back. She shoves fingers into her cunt and asshole at the same time. If only she could give her cunt a good, deep thrust. How tempting it is! Bust her own cherry!
Take it for herself!
And it's only by a sheer and difficult effort of the will that Amy manages to refrain from deflowering herself right there in her own bathroom without any help from anybody.
Now she's cold. It's cold in the room. But so what! Cold or not she's too hot now to stop. And in the fingers go and out, in they go and out, the very sound of it a turn-on!
Almost there, almost coming. Almost there, just a little more. Now, here it is. It's coming now. Almost. Now.
Just a bit more. Just a bit more and...
"Amy! What?! What are you doing!"
It's her mother standing in the door of the bathroom.
But it's too late. She's already started a major flood. Those little ones didn't count. This one, this is the one she's been working up to for the last hour and a half.
"God, mom, I can't stop now!"
Mrs. Holden runs across the room and pulls Amy's fingers out of her cunt.
"You stop that! You hear me? Stop that!"
"Mom, I...
"Listen, to me!"
"... I'm coming! Agh! Agh! Aghh!"
Oh, her mother was terrible. How could she be so cruel to her own daughter? Do good girls behave that way? Is that all she can expect? What did she think she was raising her for?
All those terrible questions and her not wanting to hear any answers or explanations.
Tears and hope mean nothing to her. She doesn't understand anything. Why is she so crazy? What kind of psychiatrist is she, she who understands nothing? How can she help others if she can't understand her own daughter?
"It's a good thing I came home early and saw for myself what you're up to. How long have you been doing this to yourself? And that disgusting anal thing! You really shock me, Amy, you really do." Her mother was actually crying.
"But, mom," Amy pleaded, "it's alright. Really it is. I mean, you should know that. It's just masturbation, that's all. You're making out at though it were a major crime or something. What about all your studies. You're supposed to be a doctor of the human soul. Well, I'm human."
"You refuse to listen to me, don't you, Amy. Believe me, the age of permissiveness is all wrong. That business of everything is natural, everything is good is old hat. It was wrong. And I will not, I cannot allow you to behave the way you behave!"
Amy regarded her mother with something like awe. There she stood, the woman who delivered her, the woman who brought her into the world, and she behaves as if sex were a thing that didn't exist.
How unhappy you make me, Amy thinks to herself. I wonder how you fuck up the lives of your patients with that attitude of yours. Why, you're like something right out of the Middle Ages. And just as cruel.
"Mother... "
"Don't talk to me until I'm finished with you!" her mother screams.
"You're finished right now!" Amy scream back, and slaps her mother across the face.
Dr. Rose Holden has just been slapped by her own daughter. She can't believe it!
Slapped! For a moment the world stops turning on its axis. For a moment there exists the very real possibility that she may die, literally die, of shock.
Doctor Holden can feel a terrible coldness creeping over her limbs. Like standing naked in the middle of a wilderness in the dead of winter. A shock of cold. It insinuates itself at the extremes of her limbs. Ice advancing through her arms and legs, unstoppable, unavoidable. It works its dreadful way up her thighs, across her groin and closer, closer to her heart.
"Amy, Amy... " her mother cries in a whisper barely to be heard.
"Mom! Mom!" Amy shouts! What can she do? If only Jenny were still here!
Is she watching her mother die? Surely this can't be an act. Surely she isn't faking this.
Her mother is stark still. Unmoving as a statue. A sculpture of living petrification.
What to do? What to do?
Another shock!
That's the answer!
Shock brought this on, shock will cure it. Shock will correct it.
But what?
"Oh, please. God!" Amy cries aloud. Don't let her die! She's not that bad, really she isn't!
And the answer comes to her, a bolt of inspiration.
"Mom, listen to me! Try to hear what I'm saying."
But her mother doesn't respond. Just stares at her as if standing on a mountain top, lost in the clouds of another planet, a fourth and alien dimension.
"Listen, mom, I think you're in danger of death. I don't know. But I've got to do something, and you may hate what I'm going to do, but I am going to do it. Listen, mom... I'm going to fuck you!"
The Doctor's eyes grow wide with disbelief. Still, it is a reaction. At least she moved. Maybe Amy is on the right track after all. It's a long shot, true, but a shot nonetheless.
And somehow Amy lowers her mother to the floor. How, she couldn't tell you if you asked. But she does.
CHAPTER THREE
Naked and spreadeagled on the luxurious carpeting in the elegant bathroom, Doctor Rose Holden is about to receive a therapy she would have never dreamed possible.
Unable to move, unable to resist, she is about to be ravished by her own daughter, who, even now, is tucking a bolster under her ass.
If she could cry out, if only she could speak, she'd put an end to this horrible incest. Isn't death better than daughter sex? Tears in her eyes, loving little Amy lays herself down in the carpeting and centers herself above her mom's muff. And without further thought begins licking away.
Her determined pink tongue is not to be resisted. First the womanly lips are probed and parted, each bit of flesh given full attention. Oh, God, only let it work!
She works her mother's cunt with an expertise only recently acquired. Amy recalls the way her carpenter ate her box, and she tries to duplicate the event. She sucks and licks to no avail.
Her mother is as still as death.
Only the warmth of her body speaks of life.
Amy finds the clit and begins working it with passion. She reaches up and rubs her mother's tits, one with each hand. Is there a slight stirring?
If only, the life-giving juices would flow.
Her mother's, not her own!
Damned if Amy isn't coming again. Sucking and licking away at her mother's cunt is turning her on! She'd never seen an adult woman's cunt up this close before, and she's sure her mother's is a particularly beautiful one, as beautiful as the rest of her .is.
In a way, Amy is cut out for this kind of work.
Judging by the way she throws herself into it, judging by the fact that her mother is beginning to groan, Amy is a genius at curing even the worst psychic states!
"Nooo... " from her mother's lips.
Yes, thinks Amy and she plunges on, her own pussy wet in a puddle in the fur of the carpeting.
Coming around, coming around, that's the whole idea. Save your mother, I'm coming, mother. Hang on!
Maybe if she plays with her asshole a bit. Maybe that will do it.
Oh, her mother is so fleshy. Her ass is soft and big, pillows of texture, mounds of promise.
Amy grabs her mother's ass cheeks and with the strength born of desperation and sexual arousal, pulls her mother's cunt around her face. Bury my face!
Feel my fingers up your asshole, mama. What a nice ass. Is your asshole clinging to my fingers? Do I feel your muscles gripping my fingers? How many do I have up there now? Can you tell?
Can you guess?
How many am I wiggling around in 'your pretty asshole, mama? How deep into your pussy is my tongue".
How does my soft, small hand feel squeezing your tits?
Will this help pull you through? Or this?
"Noooo, noooo... " her mother groans again, and falls still. Give me that grown-up clit of yours, mama. Let your little girl warm you up and make you remember and want to live again. Come-on, mama, don't be stingy. I'm doing it for you. I'm sucking and licking my mama's creamy clit to make my mama feel better.
To make my mama feel good again!
That's it, mama! Amy knows what to do. That clit of yours loves it, even if you don't. Don't you think so? Take my word for it. It's responding, even if you aren't .
And right now that's all the counts.
My hot searching mouth and your warm wet responsive pussy!
Wet Wet?!
Wet!
You're coming, mama!
"Stop, Amy, stop... "
Ah, she's got a hand on the back of my head, trying to shove me away. But she can't. She's not strong enough yet. She's not back yet.
Hang in, there, mama, you're coming! "Amy, Amy... "
That's it! I'd talk to you and talk dirty to help make you come, but I can't with my mouth filled with your pussy.
Your pussy filled with my mouth! Mmmmm, mama, you taste so good!
"Stop it!"
I want you to live!
"Stop it, Amy!"
You're coming now, you're coming mama, you're...
"I said STOP IT!" Rose screams, pushing her violently away. Rose is crying now, sobbing, struggling to get her hands under herself, struggling to get to her feet.
"But I did it for you," cries Amy, her mouth dripping with her mother's juices.
"Don't touch me! You're disgusting!" Rose shouts, covering her cunt and tits like a demented Venus.
"But, mom... " pleads Amy.
Rose backs away from her daughter, the palm of one hand raised up as if warding an evil spirit away from her violated body.
"You'll be sorry for this, Amy. Believe me you will."
"But I did it for you!"
"Don't you dare tell me that! You're a sick, dirty, disgusting child and I'm going to put you away. You just believe that, you filthy slut. You should be locked up, and I'll see to it that you are locked up!"
It didn't take Amy long to realize that she was in danger. Her mother, whatever her problem, was a very real threat. Who would take her side against Doctor Rose Holden's?
After all, what is sanity? What is insanity? And if her own mother, the eminent and respected Doctor she is, should say her own daughter is mad, who would argue?' So it's into the night.
Escape.
How mad the world is! What changes a person can go through in just one day. It's some kind of cosmic joke.
If it's even that much, if it makes even that much sense.
But now the only idea is... get away.
There's always money in the house, and Amy takes it. Not much, just five hundred and change. That and her few valuable possessions. The small things that can be packed in a hurry and carried in one case.
Teenage runaways are often caught just because they are teenagers. Their youth is their biggest enemy, a sure giveaway. Walk down a street late at night and a cop is sure to pick you up... especially if you're a young female.
So there's Amy driving down Woodward Avenue leaving Bloomfield in the wake of her mother's Lincoln.
Rose is out cold, sound asleep in her bed, so she's got a good start.
No snoopy cop will pull her over because she's wearing a hat with a veil, and she's driving very respectably.
Actually, she'd like to gun the fucker, have it squat on the road, and take off like a fucking rocket, tear through downtown Detroit, and shove it right in the fucking river!
But her sense of survival is too strong for insanity like that. Amy has too much to live for. Too much lust for life. Not for her the inside of some padded cell. No massive doses of sense-killing tranks for her. Shock treatments. The organized torture of those who are different.
The legal torturing of people whose only crime is that they want to be themselves, not what the machine tells them to be.
Amy can survive. Amy can make it. She's an expert shoplifter. Most of her suburban girlfriends are. Did you know that? That rich teenage girls are the biggest, most successful shoplifters around?
It's a fact. Know your statistics, folks.
Yes, Amy can make it. Make more in one afternoon of free shopping than most assholes have busting their balls from nine to five, five days a week, with time off for good behavior.
Here's hoping you enjoy! Hope you're having a good time! See you around, sucker!
Mama made me do it. That's what she's thinking. Mama, not the devil. Or is mama the devil? That's a good question. Who says the devil is a man. Maybe the devil is a woman, Amy's mom, and maybe 'his' name is Dr. Rose Holden.
Oh, what the fuck difference does it make! It's all over now.
How do you like that? Poor Amy just gets it together, and just as quickly it all comes apart!
No sooner does she realize she's sane, relatively speaking, of course, and her bad situation gets even worse.
Yeah. But! But now she can deal with it. Now she knows more.
So does that mean the saner you are the heavier things will get just because you ARE saner. The underpinning of the sex market.
Whatever the traffic will bear, that's what she'll charge. She can earn her living whoring, that's what she can do. Have her cake and eat it, too.
Ah, it's a great night, after all!
Sit back and enjoy yourself.
Give yourself a treat.
Curl up with a good book and get off, if you know what I mean and if you know how.
Amy knows. Live for the moment. Never can tell when they'll pull the floor out from under you!
So it's one last ride in the Lincoln and one for the road. A little sip of Old Bushmill's, her very own, special made strawberry-flavored Old Bushmills (a little kitchen chemistry) and enjoy the ride !
Watch it all slide by, the whole fucking world, and take it for what it's worth. What's it worth to Amy?
Everything it has to offer.
Is that me talking?" Amy thinks to herself. Who the hell am I? I'm sweet and innocent and I'm tough and the biggest whore to ever hit the streets.
I've quite little tits with nipples that can't be anything but super cute, but those same sweet, super cute little tits can get hard as diamonds and, just like diamonds, they can blind you when they shine.
I want to be good and I want to be bad. Me, Amy Holden, a bundle of contradictions. A collection of opposing forces, all locked in the same box and fighting it out when they're not getting it on! . !
I can be good and I can be bad, but I've been good and now it's time to be bad. Then I can be good even better. If I survive. But if Amy Holden, supercunt, can't make it, who can.
I mean, all I want is everything.
Is that asking too much?
Is it too much to be driving my crazy mother's Lincoln through a big city I hardly even know while playing with myself and driving myself crazy?
Is that the kind of thing I'd want MY daughter writing in her diary? Well, if I should have a daughter, and if she shouldn't write this kind of thing in her diary, well... I'd love her anyway.
Not like my mother. God she's a sneaky cunt! Loved my eating her out. Loved my fingers up her ass. Loved my coming over and over again right there in their precious bathroom! And then, when it's all over, when she too gets off, THEN she goes crazy, pulls a goody-two-shoes, holier-than-thou routine and threatens to lock me up for her sins and the sins she didn't commit.
I hope I never grow up!
I want to hang loose, play it as it comes, and be a good girl.
Amy didn't have time to make elaborate plans. All she knew was what she couldn't do. She couldn't check into a decent hotel or motel. The police would pick up on that right away.
Nor could she leave town. She had no friends she could trust. And she certainly couldn't drive around in the Lincoln all night.
That left Jenny.
The drive down Woodward Avenue took her past the sin center of porn book stores, movie houses and massage parlors on the corner of Six Mile, south past the Cultural Center and finally into the downtown area itself.
Other than Hudson's, the big department store, she knew almost nothing about Detroit, although when she travelled and people asked where she was from, she always said Detroit because few ever heard of Bloomfield Hills, rich as it was.
Amy was typical of her kind of garden variety suburban princess. Her ignorance of the core city was characteristic of her group: They all led hothouse existences, cut off completely from the ranker but livelier and more exciting life of the city.
Turning right off Woodward to Michigan Avenue, she almost lost control of the big car! God, that would have ended her adventure even before it began. The trouble was her hands were so sticky from her cunt juice.
She had been playing with herself for almost the entire drive!
Almost brought to ruin by her own fluids! The irony of it!
But there was no turning back and Amy continue to drive through the night of her beginning. Luckily, she had made a habit of studying maps of the streets of Detroit. She knew exactly how to get where she was going.
But the sight of the city was disturbing.
The dirty street were new to her. The ramshackle apartments, the old frame house leaning crazily in all directions, the relatively shabby storefronts were a far cry from her suburban home.
It was rather frightening and intimidating. But it was also very, very exciting, and on she drove.
Several times she was tempted to pick up hitchhikers. How'd she love to seduce some hot stud while tooling around in the fabulous gold colored Lincoln.
She fantasized about it, thinking what it would be like to activate the power seats and lay her lover back and get between his legs, charge him up, and climb over his lap, stick his cock in her cunt and tit him in the eye.
One guy in particular had almost tempted her to stop and pick him up. He was big and blond, dressed in tight levis, T-shirt, leather jacket and boots. He was standing in front of the old Briggs Stadium with his thumb out.
As she slowed the car to a crawl and steered it toward him, he reached down and grabbed his cock, casually, like he was scratching himself, but she could see his hard-on clear as day under the streetlight.
It was only at the last minute that she came to her senses and stepped on the gas. Poor guy.
She could tell he had really wanted it.
But she was in no position to play games yet. Who knows when her mother would wake up and find her and the car gone! And only God knew what her mother would do about it. She was so fucking crazy! She might even report the car stolen.
She probably would report the car stolen!
Ditch it! Junk the mother.
Too bad she couldn't sell the thing secondhand, but there was no way. Too bad. The price "of the car would give her the breathing time she so desperately needed.
When Amy got to the corner of Vernor and Juction, she spotted Jenny's run-down house right away. It was just as she had described it. Two story frame, front porch, patch of lawn with a picket fence that had once been white.
No palace, certainly, but a haven. A place to stay.
She circled the block several times, trying to get a feel for the neighborhood at the same time. Looked like a tough place. A lot of dark people. Not many of those in Bloomfield Hills. Plenty of bars. Hillbilly bars, Mexican bars, Black bars and bars with no particular character at all... except that thru their dirty windows Amy could see men. That, of course, was enough in itself to make them interesting.
But, Christ, she was tired!
The day had been fantastically busy. The scene with Jenny in the library, with Amy very nearly fist-fucking her dripping cunt! That stupid daydream in school and telling Mr. Hitchcock off. The scene in the garage with her big, cunt-sucking carpenter. That tongue of his up her ass for a parting kiss!
And, to top it all off, that ass-playing scene in the bathroom and her mother walking in and THAT horrible scene! It was enough to tire out even the most advanced teenage princess.
At first Jenny didn't take to Amy's idea at all. Not at all! She was positively shocked to see Amy standing at the door at one in the morning. She almost gave Amy the impression that she was. But she did let her in.
Jenny liked Amy a lot. Not to mention that her mother, crazy as she was, was a dependable employer who did pay well.
And what with the job situation being what it is today, what can you do when the boss's daughter knocks on your front door but let her in.
They walked through Jenny's house and into the kitchen. The whole place was right out of Sears and Roebuck, with a touch of Salvation Army. Naturally, it was spotlessly clean. Jenny was a professional even at home.
The two of them sat in the kitchen at the table and drank black cups of coffee and apricot brandy. Jenny sat across from her in a flannel gown open at the top enough to allow for a generous view of her even more generous tits. They had nipples the size of 45 rpm records. Kind of freaky but yet somehow very sexy, even the slight patch of fuzz between them.
As they sat talking, Amy told her story. She left nothing out. After all, she didn't want to hurt Jenny, she just wanted a place to stay.
As for Jenny, she pretended to be shocked or she was truly and genuinely shocked. All during her recital, she punctuated Amy's monologue with a series of NO!s and REALLY?s and YOU DID?s.
When she finished telling her story, Jenny asked, "Well, what are you going to do now?" Amy smiled. "Why, I'm going to stay here, with you. What else?"
"Oh, no! You can't do that! You yourself said so: Your mother may have the police out looking for that car right now!"
Amy laughed at her lack of imagination.
"I left it parked in a lot about a mile and a half from here. In a garage. Paid for it a month ahead. You really didn't think I'd park it in front for the police to find, did you?"
"What if I say you can't stay?"
"But you won't!"
"What if I did?"
"Look, Jenny, I like you, you like me. You're probably the only friend other than Judge Crocker that I've got.
But let me tell you straight out, I've made up my mind and couldn't change it now even if I wanted to." Jenny signed and poured herself a cup of brandy, forgetting the coffee.
"Is that a threat, Amy."
"I guess it is, Jenny. You're my only refuge. I don't have any place to go but here. So you might as well get used to the idea and avoid my having to say things I don't really want to say, like: Officer, she made me do it. Mom, Jenny talked me into it. Judge, that older woman influenced me and I wouldn't have got into this mess if it weren't for her. Get it? I hop around a little, point my finger at you, and bye, bye Jenny."
"Okay, Amy, you can stay."
"Great! I knew you'd see it my way. Now. Where do I sleep? I'm really exhausted.
"Tonight, with me. When my boy friend is over, you sleep in your own room. Which reminds me, Amy. My man's name is Clay J. Dean. We've been going together for about three years now."
"So?"
"So, Amy, stay away from him."
"Okay, Jenny, I promise. I'll TRY."
Two days passed without incidents. Life at Jenny's was pleasant, and Amy played it smart as could be.
She didn't leave the house at all during the day. Teenage girls, especially good-looking ones, are supposed to be in school during the day, not walking around the street.
So Amy stayed indoors while her peers stayed in class. That meant she could sleep in late every day.
Usually got up about eleven, twelve o'clock, snacked, got dressed and made up, smoked pot and watched television, listened to records and played a lot with herself.
Jenny had a cheap Polaroid camera around the house and Amy got to taking fuck pictures with it. Pictures of her own cunt. Pictures of her ass taken with a mirror. She'd spread her own ass shots out on the kitchen table and look at them with a magnifying glass while she played with herself.
Even the ridiculous ones turned her on! There's my ass with a cucumber stuck up it. There's my ass wrapped around a candle. There it is smoking a lit Benson & Hedges. Oddly enough, she came twice looking at that one. Amy had a real sense of humor.
The second night came and Amy asked Jenny what was going on at home, her home.
It was great, having a spy working for you.
"Your mother is as cool as a cucumber. Why are you laughing."
"Cucumbers can be pretty hot if you have one shoved far enough up your ass," Amy answered.
"I thought you wanted to know what your mother was up to."
"I do."
"Shut up then, and I'll tell you. It's odd. Not a peep out of her. It really surprises me. You'd think she'd be angry or upset or something, but she's not. Behaves as though nothing happened.
"I asked her a couple times where you were, but all I get out of her is that you're out of town travelling with friends. It's really strange. I'd try to get her talking but I don't want her getting suspicious."
"I told you she's a real looney, Jenny. Nothing she does or doesn't do surprises me. But... if she's not making a fuss, I've got nothing to worry about, do I. Do I? Gee. I guess I'm a little hurt. I mean, there I am, a missing person and everything, and she doesn't even seem to care. Anything could have happened to me. I might be dead or something for all she knows. You know, that really worries me."
"Aw, Amy, now don't you cry, don't cry now."
"How'd you like it? Forgotten by your own mother! We used to get along, you know. She was real nice when I was little. It wasn't till I started getting hair on my little pussy that she started acting crazy. Or maybe it was dad's death that did it to her. Who knows. But... but... oh, Jenny, I'm no hero. I'm afraid. I... I'm alone in the world... with no mother to love me."
Jenny couldn't stand it anymore. Amy in tears would break any decent person's heart. So Jenny did what she knew was best.
She picked Amy up in her arms, like a man would, and carried her into her bedroom.
It was cozy and soft there, a feminine parlor of comfort and ease. Jenny laid Amy on the big double bed and lay down next to her, stroking her body, kissing her hair and face while whispering words of comfort and encouragement.
She unbuttoned Amy's clothes and gently slipped them out from under her, revealing more and more of the trembling little body with each effort.
Amy lay there totally passive, softly crying to herself, but being gradually comforted by Jenny's womanly ministrations. Her hands were so big and soft, surprisingly so for one who spent half her time in hot buckets of Mr.
Clean.
"You're so pretty and little, Amy. Just like a little doll. I always wanted a little doll, but my people could never afford it. You be my little doll baby, Amy, and I'll be your mommie, and I let you suck some tittie. Would my little dollie like some of mommie's tittie?"
Amy snuggled into her gigantic breast and put both of her tiny hands around one huge nipple. Only the very tip of it would fit in her mouth, but it was very nice and warm and soft, indeed! Amy sucked on it and sucked on it until Jenny said, "Now the other one, baby," and Amy gave devoted attention to the other huge tittie.
Soon the tears were gone and Amy wasn't feeling too lonely anymore.
The warmth and comfort of the room seeped into her being and she began to squirm slowly with deep pleasure as Jenny began to massage and probe her pretty dolly pussy.
"Oh, isn't that a pretty little pussy my dolly has," cooed Jenny and the big woman melted into a gentleness of passion that surprised and delighted Amy.
She had never suspected that making love to another woman could be so totally satisfying.
Their former scenes in the library seemed silly now. Passionate, yes, but not loving. Sex with love was the best, Amy discovered and in a rush of genuine love she too reached out and began to make love!
They gave such pleasure to each other. Jenny's lips were so incredibly soft. Like nothing else on earth.
To feel those soft, warm, wet lips licking at her tits sent wave after wave of pleasure thru her.
Their mouths met and both were shocked at their mutual love.
For what seemed like long hours they were content to lie next to each other, each exploring the other mouth with lips and tongue.
The came again and again without ever touching their cunts!
And when at last they were apparently exhausted, they lay back, happy, serene, and smoked cigarettes as they nestled into each other's arms.
"What does it mean, Jenny."
"It means we're in love," she answered, her fingers idly twiddling Amy's muff. "Does it, Jenny."
"Yes."
"But, Jenny... I love you, I really do... but...
"I know, Amy. You don't have to say it."
"Oh, Jenny! Thank you!"
CHAPTER FOUR
When Amy woke the next day, Jenny had already left for work.
Making coffee in the kitchen, she found a note taped to the fridge. It read: "Dear, Amy -We both got so carried away last night I forgot to tell you about the pot you asked me to get for you. I looked in the hiding place in your bedroom back home, just like you said, but it wasn't there. Sorry. Have a good day. I'll be back at the regular time. Love, Jenny."
Dam!
Amy really like pot. And the little she brought with her was gone. She wonder what happened to her , stash.
She should have brought it with her, but there wasn't time, hidden as it was in the deepest, darkest recesses of her huge closet.
It was a real disappointment.
She'd built all her plans for the day around smoking, a lot of smoking. She was going to sit back, smoke a lot, and think about her new-found feeling for Jenny. Sure, she could do it without smoke, but it was so much easier with it.
Got her out of the logical two-and-two-make-four kind of thinking and more into feeling, which was truer, a better reading of her soul.
So Amy sat at the kitchen table savoring the good, Swedish blend of coffee Jenny always bought and began daydreaming, recreating the night before.
She remembers her head between Jenny's big legs. The intoxicating aroma of muff. The surprising size of her clit. It was bigger than some of the cocks she had dreamed about seeing in the boys' locker room!
She remembers the electrifying things Jenny did with her tongue, the way it searched out the innermost parts of her body with unerring accuracy, like a guided missile of pleasure.
It was as if Jenny were reading her mind. As if there had been some kind of psychic communication between them. For example, Amy really loved playing with her own sweet clit because she could control exactly, with an ultimate precision, the dance of her passion.
The union between her fingers and her desire was perfect. A dance of intimacy not to be found with a partner. But with Jenny it was different... and better!
Maybe it was because Jenny, too, was a woman. Maybe only a woman can make certain kinds of love to another woman. Maybe the mystery of the female organ can only be understood fully by another female.
Of course, it was wonderfully exciting to have a man eating your cunt out. But it way different, too. A different dance. There the man led you. Took control. There, with a man, entered an element of passion gone mad.
The love Amy and Jenny made was as delicately balanced as a tuning fork vibrating on in perfect harmony with its mate. Ah, Jenny!
She was going to make pot brownies for them both. She'd thought it all out before falling soundly to sleep in Jenny's arms the night before. Then, with the brownies, the could approach each other and come together even better than they ever had.
Practice make perfect. And pot makes for a better practice session.
Well, there was nothing to do but go out into the neighbor- hood and find somebody who would sell her some smoke, that's all. Luckily, it was a legal holiday (George Washington's birthday or something) and the school was out so Amy could roam around with impunity.
Of course, she'd have to buy another outfit first thing. The 'little nothing' she threw on when she left her mother's house a few nights ago cost an easy two, two and a half hundred dollars.
In this neighborhood she's stand out like a sore thumb dressed like that.
Lucky she had money with her. She'd have to be careful with it now. Couldn't be so extravagant with it, not like she had planned. Now that she and Jenny had found the love they had for each other, she could no longer take chances with shoplifting. And the idea of being & whore was now repulsive to her.
Sure she still wanted to sleep with men, but not indiscriminately. Jenny changed all that. Now sex, any kind of sex, was more than mere fucking or sucking or whatever. Now sex had to have some kind of emotional content if it was to be actually pleasurable.
No problem.
Amy left the house, careful to lock the door securely behind her, and stepped into the street. A beautiful autumn day. The world full of promise.
Even the neighborhood didn't look as bad as it did that first night. True, it was a bit rundown, but so what.
People lived there. People made love there. It was alright.
Entering the first womans' shop she came across, Amy bought a pair of levis, an inexpensive black orlon sweater and tennis shoes.
Simple but good-looking, and not too provocative.
Then she walked in the direction of Western High School, six blocks away. She'd already 'cased' the neighborhood and knew which coffee shop to go to if she wanted to score some reefer.
The Bus Stop Coffee Shop. That was the one. Poor Amy, if only she knew what she was getting into when she walked into that door.
The crashing rhythm of the latest WAR hit fell against her ears without mercy, and for a minute or two Amy couldn't even hear herself think. She couldn't yet make out the lyrics except for the words RIDE ME! RIDE ME! RIDE ME!
The stench of stale grease assaulted her nostrils.
There seemed to be a thin layer of grease on everything, floors, walls and ceilings. Hardly like the places her crowd would hang around in!
But when in Rome, you do as the Romans.
She walked up to the counter, but just before sitting, changed her mind and sat in the booth toward the back.
More of a chance of someone approaching her that way.
And surely someone would.
Just look at the way they were eyeing her!
Amy was undoubtedly the best looking female in the place. Not that she was dressed any better. Some of the girls were wearing expensive leather jackets or better cloth coats.
But there was something unwashed about them. Obviously they didn't bathe too often, or at least not as often as they should have.
Too much makeup over completions that were starved for air. Too many hours in smoke-filled rooms. Too much greasy food and too much starch and colas.
The brutal truth, when it comes to physical beauty is: The environment DOES count.
Almost all the girls needed dental work. Amy didn't. When she smiled, her perfect, small white teeth gleamed with care, enticingly framing her perfectly pink wet tongue.
Almost all the girls seemed to slouch. Amy walked upright, shoulders back, her firm little tits proudly at attention. When she walked she carried herself with a natural ease that showed her delicious buns to their best advantage.
The gum-chewing waitress, not much older than Amy but looking a lot older, didn't care much for her new customer.
"Well, whacha want." She stared at Amy as though she were from out of space.
"Just coffee. Milk and sugar." Amy decided not to antagonize her in any way.
"Yeah? Well, there's a fifty cent minimum. You might as well have a jelly donut or somethin'. You gotta pay for it anyway."
Amy settled for that. Anything to be left alone to get on with it.
There were six guys in the room. Two could be immediately dismissed as possibilities. Laborers of some sort. And obviously very square. Denizens of the Bus Stop Coffee Shop only because of the seventy-nine cent hamburger special.
The other four weren't much either. The big fat one with the rolls of flesh hanging over his belt looked like a moron. Probably thought smoke had something to do with forest fires.
The two who were talking were lost in their conversation. Hatching some plot, no doubt. Very dubious looking. Anyhow, they hadn't even noticed her when she walked in. It must have been a very big deal they were up to.
That left the skinny one. Not bad looking, but how skinny can you get. And those glasses of his! Real coke bottles. Well, sometimes the smart looking ones really are smart.
Amy smiled at him.
He looked back at her with surprise, without returning the smile.
She smiled again.
He looked over his shoulder to see if she was smiling at someone behind him. When he realized it was him, his face burst into an infectious grin. Hey, he's real cute when he smiles, Amy thought.
The waitress brought her her coffee and jelly donut. The donut was so fresh it looked like it was made out of plaster of paris.
"Excuse me," said Amy. "Can you tell me what his name is?"
"Who?" questioned the waitress, not looking away from Amy.
"That guy there. The one with the glasses."
"Oh, him. That's Stringbean."
"But what's his real name?"
"Who knows! Stringbean. What can I tell you?"
Just as the waitress walked away, Stringbean sprouted up out of nowhere. He regarded Amy shyly.
"You want to hear anything special on the jukebox?"
Amy said, "Sure. If... you come back and sit with me. I want to buy you a coffee or coke or something."
"Great " he said. "What you want to hear?"
"They have 'Fly, Robin, Fly' on that thing?"
"Sure," he smiled. "They never change the records on that thing. That's all they got is old ones."
He was back in a flash and they got down to business in no time. Amy said no she wasn't from the neighborhood, that she was visiting friends for the weekend. Yes, she wanted to score some smoke, and no she wasn't a cop.
"Since when do they have sixteen year olds on the force?" she asked him.
Yeah, that's right he'd agreed. Then he told her he himself didn't have any smoke on him, but he knew everybody in the neighborhood and when somebody with some came in the joint he'd call them over. In the meantime he had to go to the john, and left with the promise he'd be right back.
Then 'he' walked in. The first real good-looking guy she'd seen since she'd been in the city.
Tall. Muscular for his age. In charge.
Confident. Levis, dark blue shirt, military jacket with emblems sewn on it. Amy was immediately interested.
But he hadn't seen her yet.
He was too distracted by the attention he was getting from the other girls in the room. One of them got up and sat down next to him at the counter. They sat talking and laughing.
Amy just knew the girl was groping him as they talked. He didn't seem to object or find it unusual. No. He slipped his hand down the back of her levis and was feeling her ass cheeks as casually as some people shake hands. Wild!
Some people just know how to greet each other!
Stringbean came back from the john and sat with his back to the handsome newcomer.
He chatted on mindlessly, small talk, not even noticing that Amy was staring past him to the front of the shop.
"Excuse me, Stringbean, that's very interesting, but who is that?" Amy asked.
"Huh?"
"Who's that who came in while you were out?" Stringbean turned in his seat and looked around the edge of the booth.
"Oh, that's Big Ern, that's all."
That's ALL? Amy thought to herself. What an understatement.
"Why do they call him Big Em?"
Stringbean looked crestfallen. "Why do you think?" he answered glumly.
"Is that right!" Amy smiled. "You think he'd have any smoke to sell."
Stringbean looked downright unhappy at this point and whines, "Yeah, maybe, could be. But listen, Amy, when it comes to Big Ern you don't want to... " Big Ern was suddenly standing next to their booth!
No wonder he had the nickname he had! You could see the outline of his huge cock right thru his tight levis.
The girl he had been talking to must have been saying the right things.
Amy had to struggle to tear her eyes away from his crotch. But what could she do. One minute she was talking with Stringbean, and the next minute the best looking basket she'd ever seen was right there in front of her eyes!
She looked up past his compact waist, up the big chest, and into the clearest pair of startling blue eyes she'd ever seen. They gave her as much of a shock as his basket had!
He was staring at her like a big kid stares at a fresh cherry pie. No smile, an almost impassive expression across his handsome face, but full of hunger.
Without taking his appraising eyes from her, Big Ern said, "Hey, Stringbean, who's your new friend?"
"Ah, this is Amy, Em. She's... "
"You know her long, Bean?"
Amy jumped in! "We... we just met. No more than ten minutes ago."
"Is that right. Say listen to me, Bean, I just got me a great idea," Ern said.
"Yeah? What?" Stringbean was looking skinnier than ever.
"Why don't you take a walk. It's real pretty out, like they say on television. Good for getting lost."
"Oh, yeah. I was just thinking that to myself," Stringbean laughed weakly. "I was just now thinking, Gee, it's so nice out maybe I should get out of here and take walk."
"Yeah," said Em. "Don't take your time. See ya."
"Yeah. Well, see you," Amy." Stringbean paused and regarded her seriously.
Amy couldn't read what he was trying to say with his eyes. But there was something.. definitely.
"Yes," she paused, trying to read further. "Goodbye, Stringbean. Nice talking with you."
"Yeah. Take care, Amy. Hear me?" asked Stringbean seriously.
"Take off, Bean!" Ern snarled.
"Yeah! Take care!"
And with that Stringbean was gone.
And Big Ern was just as suddenly there-sitting right next to her! No 'May I join you.' No preliminary chitchat.
Just suddenly there, right next to her. She could feel the heat of his body through his clothes! Or was that her imagination.
"What was you and Bean talking about?" Ern started bluntly.
Amy wasn't sure if she liked this- guy's manner or not. But the rest of him was definitely more than good enough.
"Oh, we weren't talking about anything in particular," she said, giving him her coyest smile. It usually melted hearts. It definitely did not melt Em.
"Don't give me that shit!"
It startled her. Almost made her angry. She just about got up and left him sitting, and she would have. But she was sitting next to the wall, trapped as surely as if she were in a cage.
She had to gain control and gain it fast! "Now why would you contradict me that way?"
"Are you kidding?!" Ern grinned. "A chick like you? You're not about to sit making small talk with a nothing like Bean. You wanted something from him or you wouldn't have bothered. I know. I've been around, too, ya know."! bet you have! Amy agreed to yourself.
"Well, Ern... may I call you Ern?"
"That's my name."
"Well, you're right. I did want something."
"I thought so."
If only he'd give her a little space! Talk about invading her territory! How does he close in on one without even moving? Like a snake. A beautiful snake!
"Okay, I'll be blunt. I'm new in the neighborhood, visiting friends. I ran out of the smoke I brought with me, so I'm out shopping for some. That's all."
"I knew you weren't from the neighborhood. You don't look it. You're class. Where are you from?"
Amy didn't want to tell him Bloomfield Hills. So she lied and named another, much less prestigious suburb.
"So you're slumming."
"You said that. Not me."
"You don't have to say it. Everything about you says it for you. I know. But you don't have everything out there in shit-free Allen Park. Do you! Or you wouldn't be here! now, " aunt or no aunt."
So that's what 'streetwise' means, thought . Amy. That's really amazing. This guy is really bright. If only...
"Well, I got what you want."
"I beg your pardon?" Amy asked.
"You heard me!"
"You have some smoke you want to sell me?"
"Yeah."
She expected him to say something more but he just sat there staring at her. She got uncomfortable.
"Ah, well, you have it with you?"
"You kidding?! The way the cops hassle me? You must be out of your mind. It's at my place."
"Oh."
Another silence.
"Well," Amy said, "how about if I wait here for you well you get it?"
"You're a cute little chick, but you sure don't hear good. I said I don't carry drugs on my person. You'll have to come to my place if you want smoke. I got the best and the price is right, too. Whatever you want, I can satisfy you. Big Ern can take real good care of whatever you need. Take my word for it. What's your name?"
"Amy."
"Thought you'd have a name like that. One of those cute numbers. Figures. Amy what?"
"What?" she puzzled.
"Amy what? What's your last name. Everybody's got a last name. Don't make me repeat myself. I don't like it."
"Amy. Amy Crocker," she lied. Now why did she lie?! Here's this big humpy guy and she's has to lie to him!
"Okay, Amy Crocker, let's go!"
They walked a few blocks, past Clark Park and on toward Bagley. The street they went to was empty except for one big old three story frame house.
It looked odd sitting in a field in the middle of the city. Probably something to do with reclamation, an industrial land package, Amy reasoned.
"I'd sure hate to be here at night," she told him honestly.
The way he smiled at her when she said it made her wish she hadn't.
His only comment was, "Don't let it worry you."
They walked up the sagging porch. It creaked and groaned beneath the weight of their bodies. The closed shutters on the windows hung crazily.
"I'll wait for you here," Amy said nervously.
"For everybody to see?!" Big Ern objected. "Stop wasting my time."
He pushed open the door without having to bother to unlock it. Once inside she could see why he didn't bother. The place was bare except for a minimum of old, broken-down overstuffed furniture. The few pieces in the big old rooms gave the place a spooky feeling even at two in the afternoon.
"Wait here," was all he told her, and he walked up the stair into the darker upper levels.
Several minutes went by and there was no sign of him coming back. Amy paced around in the old front room, snuck a peek into the kitchen, sat on the dusty remains of a Victorian monstrosity for awhile, and finally stood up.
"Get bored?" he asked. Ern had a real talent for materializing out of nowhere.
"Oh!" Amy gasped! "You startled me!"
"Yeah, well, I had to clean the stuff. Here it is. That's twenty-five."
"Okay," said Amy, paying him from the small handful of bills she'd brought with her. "Thanks."
"Oh, I can't let you go without trying it," he said.
"That's alright, I've sure it's just fine, really."
"No," said Em, 'I never expect my customers to buy without having a taste first. Here. I rolled one while I was up there."
He handed her a joint.
"I... I don't want to smoke the whole thing now," Amy objected.
"Smoke part of it, then."
"Okay, Em. If you smoke it with me," Amy countered.
"Well, I'd like to, really. But I can't. I'm gonna make a big purchase about an hour from now, you know? I gotta stay straight so I can taste the stuff. They'll sell you real shit if you're not. on the ball. Here. I'll light it for you. Sit here. There! That's right! Tell me how you like it. Maybe you'll be a regular. Let me go get the sound going."
Amy sat back down on the big chair and inhaled. Not too deeply. She liked this guy. He was very sexy. But she wanted to get back to Jenny's to make the brownies for that evening.
"This IS good stuff," Amy said aloud to the empty room. She'd only taken a couple light puffs and already she was beginning to feel the smoke.
The music oozed in from the adjoining room. She couldn't recognize the group, but she like the sound.
Slow, lazy music, heavy on the beat.
Em came back in, smiling.
"Well?"
"Nice."
He sat down next to her. The smile faded from his face as he studied her.
"You're not inhaling."
"Yes, I am."
"Come on," he commanded. "I hate to see good smoke wasted. Suck it up. You know how to suck, don't you?"
Amy inhaled deeply. Christ! It was enough to blow your head off!
This was undoubtedly the best stuff she ever smoked! She wondered how he could sell it so cheaply. She'd have to pay two, two and a half times as much for the same stuff in the Hills. "You getting high, Amy?"
"Yeah!" she enthused. 'This is great!"
"Anything for a friend. You are my friend, aren't you?"
"Sure. Sure I am."
"Then do me a favor." He took her hand in his. She smiled at him. "Don't stop smoking. Do your head good."
She drew the pungent smoke deep into her lungs, luxuriating in the effect it was having.
It was then that Ern put her hand on his crotch.
Amy didn't move it. There was no pressure, but even so she could feel the bulge beneath the fabric.
Ern started rubbing her hand across his dick in rhythm to the music.
She could feel the monster stirring in her hand.
Em put his arm around her shoulder and slipped his hand in thru the V-top of her sweater.
He massaged the top of her shoulder.
Amy moved in closer to him. The warmth of his body felt wonderful in the cool of the autumn air. Mmmm, he smelled good. Not of cologne, but of maleness.
"Here, give me that," he said, taking the remains of the joint from her.
Amy looked at him.
"Be nice to me." That was all he said. But as he said it, he unzipped his pants. The sound of it filled her ears.
"Go on," he commanded. "You want it. I know you do. But you'll have to get it out yourself."
Amy turned to face him and stared into the top of his open levis.
The bulge in his pants was tremendous! God, was she getting excited? What about the brownies? What about Jenny? Well, why not both? Why not everything! Surely there's enough to go around.
She struggled to unbutton the top of his pants. The metal button was too large for the hole, or so it seemed, because she had to work to get it open.
What see saw then was a muscular stomach. Washboard muscles. Firm, warm, and silky.
She placed the palms of both of her tiny hands on his stomach and slowly guided them up his shirt. The feel of his body was wonderful!
Ern began unbuttoning his shirt, and as he revealed more and more of his chest, her hands roamed higher and higher.
At last he had it completely open, revealing a beautifully developed chest. Every muscle was in high detail.
The etched quality, not of the weightlifter, but the body builder.
"Suck 'em, Amy. Suck my tits. My tits are real sensitive. Go on. Suck my tits."
Amy reached up and grabbed his nipples with her fingers. Even as she squeezed them, they got harder, taking on a life of their own.
Oh, it was nice, playing with his tits! This was something new for her! And with the heightened visual quality of the smoke, she could see every muscle in his tits jumping and flexing with her efforts.
"I said suck my tits! Lick 'em. Kiss 'em. That's it! That's better. Ah, you mouth feels so good on my tits. Use your tongue, will you! Ah! Good! Work it, will you?!"
Amy sucked his tits like no tomorrow was coming. She licked them. Sucked them. Kissed them. What a thrill it was to feel them jumping beneath her hungry mouth. She never knew a man's tits could be so alive and responsive.
Then Ern took her free hand and placed it on his other nipple. He squeezed her fingers around it, again and again, so she'd get the idea.
And she got it. While she was licking one tit, she was playing with the other one. Great! Maybe he'd like it even better if I bit them a little, she thought. She tried, a series of quick easy nips.
"Ah, that's it, you cunt! Bite my big hard tits, yeah! Work on the other one now! Get your mouth on my other tit. Let's have no prejudice here."
He pulled her head over to the tit farthest from her. Now she was stretched across his chest, sucking and biting and like crazy!
Em pulled her head hard against him. Rubbing her face and mouth with one hand, he reached into the back of her levis with the other.
What an ass! Nice firm young round ass. He squeezed her ass while she devoured his upper body!
"Okay, wait, wait, hold it there!," he shouted, pushing her roughly away from him. "We don't want to get me coming too fast, now do we."
He arched his body up from the cushions. His crotch was way up in the air, his ass free.
"Pull my pants down! Go on! Pull'em down! You got a nice little mouth there!"
Amy grabbed the waistband of his levi's and tugged at it. They were very tight and she had to work hard pulling them over his ass. But she was determined and slowly, slowly she worked them off until at last his cock was free.
It jumped up in the air! God! What a big cock he had. Big and straight and hard. White as silk except for the big bulb of a head that was a startling pink.
Already a drop or two of man come was oozing out of the slit.
Amy wanted to taste it. She didn't have to be told to do it.
She kneeled between his legs, tiny between their mass, and very tentatively licked the drops of come onto her tongue, barely touching the cock itself.
"Stop teasing, bitch! Get on it!"
Oh, fuck, it felt good when she grabbed him with both hands. But it felt even better when she popped the big hot knob of his cock into her mouth.
For Amy it was heaven to feel it with her tongue. She licked it lovingly. It flared and jumped with every variation she tried. It was like trying to hold, a small animal in your mouth, maybe riot so small, but very, very much alive.
Then she started stroking his cock with both hands as she sucked. With her left, she grabbed it right at the base, to steady the huge thing.
With her right, she twisted the place where the knob met the shaft, twisted it around and around. Her tongue fought with her hand to see which would possess his cock.
"Wet it, cunt. Wet my cock real good. Come on, juice it up. Wet my hot cock with your spit. Make it real nice for my cock. My cock loves it, you fuck!"
Amy gladly did as she was told and coated his cock with her spit. It had an amazing effect! Now her hands could slide up and down his hard shaft with even greater ease. She doubled her sucking and licking efforts, too.
Was she getting hot!
Her crotch was on fire! Playing with Em's big cock the way she was really turned her on.
Without losing a stroke with the hand working the top of his staff, she reached down and opened her own levis. Reaching in, she found that she was already wet. 'Which was no big surprise.
But she wanted more, and as the turned and twisted her lips and tongue around his, cock, she began to play with herself, rolling her little clit around with real abandon.
"Hey! Hey, who said you could do that! Get that hand back where it belongs!" Ern commanded. "My cock needs everything you have to give it. You'll get yours when the time is right. Don't you worry about it, you little cunt! You'll get more than you can handle!"
Amy did what she was told and went back to working his cock the way he wanted it worked. Only this time there was something different.
Em was beginning to pump his hips. Up to now he was just sitting back, allowing her to do all the work. But now he was beginning a slow rhythmical pumping back and forth in and out of her hot little mouth.
Now she could feel it sliding back to the center of her tongue. She liked that! Even more of the hard, silky cock to deal with.
She tried to form a tunnel with her tongue. Get as much contact as possible with his cock. Wrap her tongue around his cock like a bun around a hotdog. Then she'd try to hold it there. Capture it with the soft flesh of her tongue. But his cock was too slippery for her to do it. So she just formed the tunnel with her tongue as he slid his huge cock in and out at his and her divine pleasure.
Ah, now I'm getting the hang of it she thought!
He put his big hands on the back of her head and let them rest there, almost passively. His hands rode back and forth with the movement of her head as she continued sucking.
Then one big hand reached down and grabbed the back of her neck. It slowly tightened on her neck muscles. He was feeling her neck as she worked her mouth around his cock!
Now he held her by the chin while she sucked. His fingers gripped both of her cheeks and felt them, squeezed her face and his cock plunged in and out in and out.
Yeah, she thought! Super! If only I could play with myself. His cock is driving me crazy, and he doesn't want me to touch myself at all!
Then, as if he were reading her mind, Ern said, "Play with yourself! I want to watch you down there sucking my cock and playing with yourself. That's it. Get yourself good and hot! Work that clit, cunt!"
Ah, that felt good! Amy was in heaven! A huge cock in her mouth and now, at last, her expert little fingers were being allowed to do what they did best!
She was rocking like a palm tree in a tropical storm!
But what?! Ern was pushing his cock past the center of her tongue and toward the back of her throat!
Amy reached up with both hands and tried to push herself away, but Ern wouldn't let her. No, he was slowly shoving that big long cock of his too far back!
Then, just when she thought she'd faint from lack of air, he pulled it out. Just as his head was resting on her lips he began to push in again!
Amy sputtered and choked.
Em reached down and, holding her head in both of his hands, he pried her off his cock.
"Listen, cunt, and listen good. You got me all hot and now you're gonna get me off the way I like it best! Now I'm gonna fuck your throat like no throat ever got fucked before!"
Amy wondered if by fuck her throat he meant what she thought he meant.
He did!
CHAPTER FIVE
"What's wrong, cunt?" Ern demanded. "You never been fucked in the throat before?"
"No... no, I... " Amy stammered.
"Good. A cherry throat! A virgin mouth! Well, I'm gonna be real nice to you,, 'cause you're such a proper little cunt, and I'm gonna give you a few tips on getting fucked in the throat."
"But... " Amy muttered, but Ern was hearing none of it.
"Just keep your mouth open and don't struggle. You'll get more out of it that way. Hold your breath as I shove my cock in. Breathe when I pull it out. Okay, come here."
Amy crawled up to him on her knees.
Em took her head in his hands.
"Play with yourself. Go on!"
Amy reached down and into her wet little cunt and did as she was told. In no time, she was superhot all over again.
"Good!" Ern grunted. "Now bring that hot throat over here. My cock can't wait no more."
He let her lick and suck the cockhead for a couple minutes, smiling brutally as he watched her efforts. He enjoyed the tension of anticipation he could feel and see in her body.
Then, slowly but irresistibly, he began to shove his cock into her mouth. Along her tongue, back to the back of her throat, and fucking in!
Amy coughed and struggled but she couldn't pull away from him, impaled as she was on his cock.
Ern didn't move. Just thrust his hips forward even more and let her struggles massage his cock for him..
He pulled her head off his cock and looked down at her.
She was gasping for breath. Tears were running from her eyes. Her face was flushed a deep red.
But the hot little thing didn't miss a stroke as she worked that clit of hers with those tiny little fingers.
"Hold your breath when I shove it in! Breath when it's out! Don't be so fucking stupid!" Ern shouted.
And he rammed his cock down her throat without warning! He humped her briefly and --fiercely, then pulled out again.
Amy didn't have much time to think about it this time, though, because he repeated his savage attack again, without waiting.
In his cock would go, deep as possible. He'd hump like crazy, rolling her head around with his hands. Then he'd quickly repeat the action. Fast and slow, straight in, sometimes at a slight angle so his battering ram of a cock would hit against the soft interior throat flesh before it plunged down into the tunnel of his delight!
God, why doesn't he come, Amy thought! He's killing me! I'll never get the hang of this! Ohh!
He had jumped to his feet and had the full length of his cock jammed in to its deepest extension.
But now he wasn't pulling out!
He was throat-fucking her with brutal disregard. Amy Opened her mouth as wide as she could, but to no avail. She wasn't getting any air! God!
She pushed at his body as hard as she could. She began to beat him with her fists. She had to breathe! Had to have air! The room was beginning to go dark about her!
Suddenly he pulled out of her. Thank God! She sucked air in with greedy violence.
Then Ern held a small object in her mouth. She heard a snapping sound. She smelled a strange pungent odor.
And suddenly she wanted that big cock of his as far back in her throat as he could shove it! Yes!
She opened her mouth slightly and pushed the tip of her tongue out even further. It was healthy and pink.
She was giving him great pleasure, provoking him with the sight of her pleasure-giver. This she knew because Big Ern leaned back in the sofa with his long, muscular legs stretched out on either side of her and played with himself.
Then he had her turn her head first this way, then that way. She held her head back and swallowed when he told her to. It was like doing a striptease with her face, mouth and shoulders.
Em scooted forward and down on the cushions, his ass hanging over edge.
"Okay, cunt, lick my big balls. Be real good to 'em. I got real sensitive balls down there. Hop on 'em with the pretty pink mouth of yours!"
Ern's balls were so big that one of them filled her mouth. But she sucked at it, pulled it into her mouth and rolled it around in the hot wetness.
Ern liked that. And as she sucked his balls he slowly jerked himself off. He especially like it when she got her tongue flicking at top speed, alternating from one egg to the other.
His self-ministrations got more and more intense. His hand whipped across the exceptional length of his big cock with expert ease.
Soon he was hitting her face while he played with himself. It was like being punched lightly, continually, but Amy never slowed down or let up.
"God, when's he gonna come," cried Amy to herself. She didn't dare come until he told her she could. She sensed that much about him: With Ern it was total control or nothing!
"Okay, bring that throat here! I got a big load of my good hot come for you. I want to sniff poppers and come in your mouth RIGHT NOW!"
He grabbed her head and pushed her down on his cock with the passion of a drowning man clutching at straws!
Amy didn't have time to suck or lick. Now that kind of stuff was a nicety that didn't count.
She was just a little hole for his come. And come he did! Christ, he must have been saving it up for a week.
The hot stream pumped from the slit in his huge knob in a pulsating, unending series of bursts.
And even as he was coming, he pulled his spitting cock partially out of her mouth, and pushed it back into the depths of her throat again.
Now her throat AND mouth were full of come. There was no way Amy could have swallowed it all. It seeped out from her lips and down her chin, drops of it falling on her new black sweater.
In fact, the whole lower part of her face was lacquered with his precious come fluids!
And Amy was in her glory! A real 'painted lady.' Painted with the come of her strange, tough lover! "Did you come?" lie asked, drinking some whiskey he took from a chest sitting next to the couch.
When at last he had pulled his still semi-hard cock from her mouth he had made her drink, too. Now she was standing before him as he had commanded. She was still dressed, except for her unbuttoned levis which were now soaking wet at the crotch.
"Yes," she answered softly.
"What? Speak up. Don't mumble!"
"Yes, I came," she admitted.
"I didn't tell you you could come," he commented blandly, as though about the weather.
"No," she admitted.
Then he had her take his boots and socks off. They were followed by his levis.
Freed from their confines at last, he stretched lazily.
"You're not a bad cocksucker," he observed. "Let's see what else you can do. Take your clothes off. In time with the music, get it? Make like Tina Turner."
Amy danced out of her clothes for him, as he leaned back deeply inhaling a joint.
It was a slow, rock strip that revealed her sweet young body bit by lovely bit. Her stomach and tits came into view as the sweater was removed.
She had started to take her shoes off when Ern told her to take them off over her shoes. That was a bit of an effort, but with much struggling she managed it.
"Come here and squat down so I can suck your tits for awhile. Here, toke this joint while I'm doing it."
Doing as she was told, Amy smoked as Ern sucked first one apple-sized tit and the other. They were small enough to fit entirely into his mouth, and Ern really enjoyed cramming the entire globe of soft flesh in at once It really turned her on! At least as much as the pot and whiskey.
She especially liked it when Ern had a whole tit in his hot, wet mouth! One he had it captured, he'd lick the super hard young nipple and bit down at the base of it right next to her chest, all at the same time!
Em really knew how to appreciate a young girls tits. He couldn't seem to get enough of it. Surely this is what heaven must be like, Amy thought to herself with the conviction of one for the first time experiencing the biggest thrills possible!
"Come over here and lay down on your stomach," Ern demanded suddenly. "I wanna play with your ass while you work on my cock. If you do a good job on it, I'll stick it up your ass for you."
Young Amy shoved his cock in her throat and up and down the full length of it with a passion.
"Hey, take it easy, baby! There's no big hurry. Be nice to my cock. Nice and easy like. Make it feel real good. And play with my balls. I like my balls played with while your sucking me."
Amy did as commanded, gently tonguing Ern's big cock and playing with his huge balls at the same time.
After just a few seconds she had to reposition her upper body again because his cock was already back to full erection size once more.
"That's the idea,". Ern commented. "Now let's see what that ass of yours is like."
Just the mention of her ass shot waves of electric current shooting through Amy's lithe body.
She almost slumped straight up into the air when she first felt the. contact of his hand on her ass cheeks. .
Good; it felt sooo good!
She squirmed around on the old couch, rubbing her cunt on the worn, horsehair fabric. The rough prickiness of it felt great rubbing against her drooling cunt.
Almost as good as his hand on her cheek!
Automatically, Amy began to squirm with a purpose, moving her ass around to try to get his fingers nearer her hole.
But Ern was having none of it and went about it exactly as he wanted to. That meant squeezing her cheeks, patting them and slapping. One thing about Em, he sure did take his time.
A finger was up her ass!
God! He'd stuck a whole finger up her ass without any warning!
Amy jumped off his cock, crying out with pain!
But Ern didn't make any effort to remove his finger. In fact, he shoved it in even further. He also shoved her face back on his cock where it belonged.
He like sitting over her while she sucked and licked away, but now he especially liked watching her ass cheeks responding to his probing finger.
Everything he did got a reaction. He tried wiggling the finger, and her ass cheeks clamped up tight together.
The smooth muscles contracted and the globes of flesh bowed inward in a most pleasurable way.
He slowly pulled the finger out of her asshole, and the pain turned to pleasure.
"Suck my finger, bitch! Get my finger wet so I can stick it back in your ass the right way!"
Amy count smell her own ass smell on the finger in front of her nose. She didn't particularly like the idea of tasting her own shit, but she popped the finger in her mouth and wet it up good.
When he stuck it in again, the lubrication of her own spit eased the pain considerably.
In fact, it felt real good. And Amy sucked and licked his throbbing cock with special gratitude for the good feelings he was giving her.
Em knew a lot about ass, it seemed. It wasn't long before he had two fingers up her hot tunnel. He pushed them all the way in, pulled them out again, and repeated the ritual until she thought she'd faint with her orgasms.
"I want to get you good and loose so you won't have me coming until I'm ready," Ern observed. "But don't worry about being opened up too much. I'm a real fan of good hot TIGHT ass."
Amy wiggled and squirmed as Ern concentrated on his delightful labors. Now he was concentrating on the very entrance of her hot hole.
He spread his fingers apart, working the muscles to a looseness Amy never thought possible. Before she even' realized he had THREE fingers stuck up her, all of them working their magic!
"Mmmm mmmm mmm," was all she could say with her mouth full of hot, twitching cock and her asshole being worked' so expertly.
"Okay, baby, stand up, stand up!"
Em pried her off his cock and get her standing on her feet in front of him.
"You like me playing with your ass. Now I got a real treat for that hungry hole of yours. You're gonna sit right on my big hot prick and get assfucked at you own convenience, 'Madame'."
She didn't know quite how to go about arranging that delightful scene, but Ern explained the mechanics of it to her in no uncertain terms.
He had her squat on the couch with her legs on either side of his. Her asshole was positioned directly above his magnificent tool.
"Now reach around behind you and wet it up real good. That's right. Now sit on it!" Tentatively, Amy squatted down lower, inch by inch, until she felt the tip of his tremendous prong at the very entrance of her well lubricated asshole.
"Go on," Ern commanded, looking her straight in the eyes. Amy dropped down a couple inches all at once and the big knob of his cock was in her ass! There was surprisingly little pain. In fact, it felt downright good!
Waves of deep pleasure radiated from her tight hole entrance all the way up her spine directly to that part of the brain that says in no uncertain terms: Pleasure!
She lowered herself even further down on the shaft. God it felt good! But how much could she take back there? She was afraid to go further and started pulling up.
"No!" Ern objected. "Sit on it! Sit down on it all the way!"
He shoved a popper in her nose and broke it. The powerful gas shot into her head and obliterated her fear center.
She sat down all the way on his cock!
She could feel his airs digging into her asscheeks as he pumped his cock back and forth back and forth into her accommodating little hole.
Ern loved the way her ass muscles clung to his sensitive organ. He could feel the delicate membranes clutching and pulling him!
He started bouncing her up and down on his lap. Her little tits bounced like crazy and Amy leaned forward and glued her mouth to his, sucking his tongue into her throat as though it were his cock.
Em put his hand between her legs and played with the lips of her wet pussy. God, she was a hot little fuck!
The snooty ones always were, once you let them know who was boss!
And Ern was boss! No doubt about it! With a big hard cock like his, what else could he be but boss? That's what he was born for: To enjoy a cunt like this one by taking complete charge!
He wrapped his arms around her waist, got a good grip and stood up. She was impaled on his cock. Then he turned around and knelt facing the couch. Amy, of course, was in the same L-position in front of him.
She stretched her arms and upper body across the rough horsehide cushions. Ern spread her legs as wide as they would possibly go and pressed himself even deeper into her now very well-lubricated asshole!
Leaning back, he grabbed one cheek with each hand and spread them wide.
Now he had an unobstructed view of her tiny asshole and the big pole of cock he had shoved into it!
He slowly pulled back, relishing the sight of the meat tube as it freed itself from her sucking, grasping ass muscles.
He pulled back until the very tip of .his huge knob was all that was in her. Then, without warning, he plunged back-in, all the way!
Amy groaned.. He asscheeks tightened up. Like a vice! Ern was surprised the little cunt had so much strength. It almost squeezed his cock in half!
One hard slap on the cheeks and- she loosened up.. A red spot appeared on the white skin. He slapped her ass again. Another red spot appeared.
Amy jumped with the first slap. Her first reaction was to object and she would have but it felt too good. After all, he wasn't hitting her THAT hard!
She could feel her ass warming up. A couple more slaps and it was actually hot. And now that it was hot, it was also more sensitive.
Now when he rammed himself into her crazy asshole, the hairs on his groin pressed into an especially sensitive pair of red hot buns.
Amy never imagined her ass could give her so much pleasure!
Em, in the meanwhile, was getting of on the heat of her asscheeks, too. It felt great to lean against that superheated flesh. When his balls banged against her ass, the warmth of her cheeks was an added pleasure.
He reached around in front of her shoulders and filled his hands with young girl tits.
Her nipples were still as hard and firm as could be expected. He pinched them, harder and harder. She was squirming around trying to get away from him. But it was impossible.
The greater weight of his body and his greater strength was too much to resist. Not to mention his huge long cock with the unusually big head shoved up her asshole and into her guts. There was no way she could resist him, no matter how rough he got.
Em reached over to the oven chest next to him, took out two pills and popped them into her mouth. One was a big hit of speed.
The other pill, the smaller and more innocent looking one was LSD!
Amy didn't want to take them, who knew what they were. But she had to or he would have ripped her tits off!
Em was no one to say no to. That much she clearly understood almost from the beginning!
To think she'd thought she could handle him! Ha! Big joke and the joke was on her.
She would have really hated him, but... but everything he did to her... felt soooo good!
"Now we're gonna see what you can really do, you cunt! Now I'm gonna really work you over!"
He grabbed her by the back of the blond head with one hand and shoved her face mercilessly into the rough fabric of the cushion beneath her.
Then, almost pulling his cock out of her, he leaned back somewhat and shoved two finger into her asshole.
Now her ass was full of meat!
And now when Ern shoved the weight of his tool deep inside her pliable hole, he jerked his fingers around at the same time. Fingers and cock in' the same small sixteen year old girl ass hole!
Then he reached around in front of her kneeling body and starting playing with the surface of her perfectly formed cunt.
Amy didn't try to struggle anymore. Her perviously struggles had left her exhausted and she hadn't the strength to resist anything anymore.
Not that she wanted to anyhow!
Em's big fingers toyed with the lips of her cunt and her fucked her ass leisurely, stopping only to sniff the poppers when it occurred to him.
After the last big sniff, he reached around in front of her with both hands and grabbed her inner thighs. He squeezed them hard and lifted her slightly off the floor, giving him a new angle of attack.
He jammed his cock in from different angles. Each new approach produced new delights. Her moans did nothing but encourage his experiments. And what a hot little fuck to experiment with!
"Stand up, pussy. I want to fuck your ass standing up!"
When she didn't move fast enough, he pulled her to he "Get over there!"
Amy staggered over to the fireplace he indicated and stood there with her back to him.
"Stand on that bench and spread your legs. Lean on the mantle."
Amy did as she was told, but obviously not quite the way he wanted her to because he slapped the inside of her thighs. Now she stood with her legs WIDE apart, her ass sticking up in the air.
On an exact level with his cock.
He plunged into her!
That was the best for him yet. Now she was the perfect piece of meat. A totally passive hole for his cock to ravage! She could wiggle and squirm or make any significant movement without falling off the bench.
A defenseless target for his young-girl-ass-crazy cock!
He redoubled and tripled his fucking. First fast, plunging in and out like a jackhammer. Then slow, the whole length of his magnificent tube steak, then slowly out.
He alternated and orchestrated his ass fuck like the master her was. Nothing mattered now but his pleasure, and his pleasure demanded even hotter asscheeks!
In a flash he pulled himself out of her now wide-open asshole, snatched up his levis and yanked the belt out of its loops!
"Here! Stick this in your nose and leave it there. And don't turn around!"
Amy stuck the inhaler full of poppers in her nose and breathed as deeply as she could. She knew this was going to be the worst of it.
And the best.
The poppers sent her soaring into another dimension of being, transforming the whole of her body into a single sexual longing.
The slap of her strap across her already bruised asscheeks made her rise up on her tiptoes. That caused her cheeks to pucker together tighter than they had ever been before.
The sight of those helpless buns drove Big Ern crazy! He laid the strap on mercilessly. In no time at all, her delicate white asscheek skin was crisscrossed with the burning strips of the leather whipping!
Amy didn't want to cry out because she knew it would only excite him even more. But she couldn't help it! If only she could take her hands down and cover her defenseless body! If only she could play with herself a bit!
She cried out anyway!
"Owwwww! Please! Please!"
Em dropped the strap and shoved his swollen cock into her ass! Right up to the hilt!
The whipping had caused her skin to glow a bright red, but Ern never suspected how hot it had actually got.
It was like a furnace.
And it felt I terrific! He pressed as much of himself as he possibly could against her. God, she felt great! His throbbing cock loved everything her well-worked ass had to offer!
Now he didn't want to pull in and out of her. Now he wanted to stay right where he was, his swollen cockhead buried deep in her membranes!
He rotated his hips against her hot, round cheeks. He grabbed her with both hands and rotated HER against him. He couldn't get enough of it.
Now his hands slid in front of their bodies and he stuck a finger in her cunt for the first time. He was going to play with her for awhile. Stick a lot of fingers up her pussy and get her good and hot.
He was gonna work that young clit of hers up to an uncontrollable passion. Steam her up like she never dreamed possible!
Then... just when he knew she'd be approaching the best climax her young pussy ever knew; then... when she was on the verge of coming like she never had before...
THEN he'd really shove it in her! Then he'd really have a hot fuck on his hands!.
But his probing fingers discovered something that shocked him completely and changed all his plans!
He pulled his cock out of her asshole, and turned her around on the bench facing him all in one wild, unexpected movement.
Her face was a study in pleasure and pain, a confusion of passion and exhaustion.
"You," he demanded! "You... you're a virgin! You're a god-damned virgin, aren't you!"
And with that he grabbed Amy to him in an iron grip. Shoved her onto his bigger-than-ever cock and lifted her off her feet!
He could feel the membrane tear as it briefly resisted his onslaught, and he jammed his tremendous dick deep, deep deep inside her!
"That's highway robbery!" the big one objected, taking his hand from his crotch for the first time since walking into the room.
Big Ern smiled for the second time in one day, a record for him. "How's it feel to be the one who pays for a fuck, eh Ricco? Take it or leave it. You want my whore or not?"
"Yeah, I want her, you fuck!"
"No," Big Ern corrected him, "she's the fuck," and he nodded at the girl on the sofa.
"Yeah!" agreed the little one with enthusiasm!
Em took the shopping bag full of pot and went ahead of them upstairs. There he unlocked an old safe in the corner of his bedroom, shoved the grass into it, took out a box of poppers from the pile he had stacked in one corner of the antique and set it on a table near the big bed.
Then he walked into the bathroom, whistling, took his levis off, and slipped into a hot bath.
The other two guys, in the meanwhile, grabbed the girl and carried her up the stairs. If they could have started fucking her while they were carrying her, they would have. As it was, Chuck, the little one, managed to slip a finger in and out of her pussy a couple times.
It really turned him on!
Amy started moaning even louder as the effect of the shock of her rape began wearing off. Now she was aware of being lifted and carried. Where, she didn't know, nor why.
But Chuck and Ricco knew, and they couldn't be more pleased with themselves. They knew they were pleased because their cocks told them so. Loud and clear.
They knew Amy was prime fuck just by looking at her. She definitely had that something special about her that experienced sexualists recognise as talent.
A talent they wanted to help develop!
When the got to Em's bedroom, they put the girl on the bedspread and spreadeagled her.
What a pretty view! Her legs spread wide, her naked pussy was an invitation to delight. What sweet little tits.
What firm, pliant, white flesh! It was enough to make any cock stand at attention.
The big guy, Ricco, was the first one out of his clothes. He was built like a football tackle. Huge. Everything about him was huge, including his cock. It hung down from his groin like a joke. Despite the size of Ricco's frame, his outrageous cock was so big it still looked out of proportion. And Ricco didn't have to play with it to get it ready. It was already ready to go- Chuck, the little guy, was having trouble with his zipper. In frustration, he almost tore his pants off, that's how anxious he was to get really off!
Ricco was already on the bed next to the girl shoving a popper under her nose!
She coughed and sputtered and opened her eyes. She looked straight into his leering face!
But before she could move, Ricco grabbed her and pressed the tip of his cock against the lips of her little pussy.
He held the popper to her nostrils until she ceased struggling and relaxed into euphoria.
Then he started working his monstrous cock into her tiny, newly worked pussy hole.
Luckily, Ricco wasn't as violent as Big Ern in his love making or he would have torn Amy literally apart with his monster-sized organ. Women a lot more experienced in sex than Amy were know to back down in the face of his exceptional endowment.
But terror, although it amused Ricco in small doses, was not his specialty. What he loved most in bed was a good, long lazy fuck. A fuck that would bring intense pleasure to the tool that had so much ability to FEEL pleasure!
Amy's pussy resisted the terrible intrusion, even though she was only just barely conscious. Her pussy didn't want such a monster invading its secret parts.
But Ricco pushed on, slowly separating the resisting passage, delighting in the sure yielding of her moist cunt interior, revelling in the invasion of the temple that was doomed to fall beneath his battering ram prick!
Amy began to moan as the walls of her cunt tried to accommodate the invader. Rivulets of sensation, the dim beginnings of pleasure began to speak of pleasure. She squirmed "How's it going, boss? She as good as she looks?" little Chuck asked. He as standing near the bed playing with his cock. It stood out from his groin drooling with anticipation.
"It's getting there, slowly but surely! Why don't you jump in the other end? Maybe we'll meet in the center!"
And as if to illustrate, Ricco shoved a sudden two inches deeper into the fleshy pool of his desire.
Amy's cunt released a spurt of lubricating juices! She wrapped her arms around the man who was beginning to so much pleasure her.
"Let me watch for awhile," Chuck said. "There's a good man, she's beginning to drool, I think."
"Fuckin' A!" Ricco agreed and shoved even more of his cock into her pussy. "That's a nice hot little cunt we got! Come on, girlie, sniff this popper for your friend Ricco!" Amy breathed the fumes in and pushed her wet pussy further onto the huge cock that was halfway in her.
"That's my girl! Don't make Ricco do all the work! Piss, she's a sweet little fuck. I'm gonna suck those titties of hers!"
The difference in size between them forced Ricco to curl his body into a bow. He was well over six feet tall, she was just a bit over five, but somehow he managed, as the determined always do, and his efforts were rewarded with a mouthful of tittie as firm and pliant as any he ever sucked before.
He licked her penny nipples with his big tongue, like a bull licking the berries off a patch of bushes. The little nipple stood up stiff and hard. It glistened with his spittle. He licked the spittle into his mouth.
"God, boss," Chuck groaned, "I can't wait no more!"
"Well, get into her asshole, you asshole! Who's asking you to wait?"
Ricco rolled slightly on the big bed so that he was fucking Amy on his side, his favorite position. It allowed for more control that way, in his opinion.
His cock was almost all the way in now, and rolling as he had found it buried in her pussy up to the hilt! He was well into the ultimate interiors of her fleshy being!
Amy woke just then, gaining full consciousness for the first time since her rape of just minutes before. The first thing she saw with her LSD-glazed vision was the top of Ricco's head bobbing around her tits' Mmmmm, she liked it!
Imagine! To wake up after experiencing terrible pain to find yourself in the throws of the greatest pleasure!
Quite a switch, and all to the good.
The best!
Ricco was all hair, thick black wavy hair. Fucking with him was like fucking with an animal, more like a bear than anything else.
His great head was covered with a mop of luxurious wavy black hair, and all Amy could see was the top of his head as he worked her tits with his hungry mouth.
Then he started pulling his cock out of her juicy cunt.
Amy knew she had been filled with a huge chunk of male flesh. She knew a giant cock was wedged into the deepest part of her cunt. But she had no real concept of how huge this big man's cock actually was until he started pulling it out of her.
God! How big was it! If Ern had pulled so much meat out of her, she would have been empty. This guy must have... who knows how many inches!
And all of it hers! Little Amy Holden makes good! Hang on, Amy!
"Hell, that's great!" bellowed Ricco. About a third of his telephone pole was out of its hole. He paused for a moment. Then he shoved it back in her love tunnel up to the hilt again.
Now he was beginning to fuck her in earnest! The bones in her pelvis had adjusted themselves to his considerate ministrations and the flesh of her cunt was clinging to his cockhead and pole like kid gloves on a greased hand!
Amy pushed herself up against him as best she could. She wanted as much of that monster machine in her as she could get. A very greedy girl, her!
If only she had more physical strength. Her struggles had left her so very tired. If only she were rested and fresh, then she would do even more than she was.
It was then that Chuck climbed in the bed in back of her. His eight inch cock was all greased up and ready to go. He lay on his side, cock in hand, and watched her asscheeks go tense and loosen, go tense and loosen as Ricco worked the cunt hole like the man he was.
Oh, he really enjoyed the sight of that pretty little ass of hers squirming around like it was. Real, real nice!
Tentatively, he placed the head of his cock between her cheeks.
Amy turned around and looked over her shoulder at him questioningly, her big brown eyes full of surprise.
Now what?
"Just take it easy, girlie!" Chuck said, "this is gonna be real nice!" Ricco started loving her other tit as just this moment, running his hands across the abandoned one at the same time, just so it wouldn't feel left out of things. Ricco was real considerate that way.
For Ricco each part of a woman's body was a separate and living., thing. The miracle of it, for him, was that it should, all be connected into one fantastic whole! And what a fantastic hole this was!
His cock was throbbing like crazy. Sometimes he just let it stay where it was, not moving in or out. Just where it was, feeling the living cunt working at it, letting the cunt pleasure him at its will. Then, when the sensations abated a little, he's push out or in, or in or out, whichever, until the muscles and membranes got to quivering and clutching properly again.
Ricco not only had a magnificent tool, but he also knew how to use it to full advantage.
Sometimes he'd let it rest at ease even when the walls of the cunt weren't vibrating with any particular urgency. Then he'd make just the gigantic knob of his prick swell up to its full size.
Like the head of a cobra.
Let it swell up, stir, let it relax back into the usual erection ping pong ball size. Yeah. One hundred and one ways to fuck a juicy little sixteen year old pussy!
Chuck popped another popper in her face, let her take a good whiff, then inhaled the rest of it himself.
He was off!
Holding his cock in his hand, he ran the tip of lit back and forth in the grove of her ass cheeks. Then he started pushing slowly in toward the goal of his desire.
At last the head of his sizeable hardon rested at the very entrance of her rosebud asshole.
Chuck was real good at assfucking, this he knew! Never had a complaint. Maybe it was because of the way his cock curved in an arch. That arch really confused an asshole.
Assholes are relatively straight tunnels, not like pussy. Pussy took on the curve of his prick with ease. It was in the nature, the very structure of cunt.
Anyhow, here he was, in his favorite place: Right in back of an asshole!
He shook as Amy groaned with increased pleasure as her asshole gobbled up the tip of his cock. There was no pain at all. Just good feelings.
Em had already loosened her up just fine. True, her asshole had tightened up a bit, but it hadn't really had a chance to fully contract back to its usual tight state yet.
Amy's back door was already open for visitors!
And Chuck's arching prick strolled right in, proud as could be, just like it owned the place. Yeah!
What a nice ass she had. All wet and warm and just-right tight. This was gonna be a real nice fuck!
Amy pushed back on the cock she so badly wanted stuffed into her! When it was about half way it, she got a shock of pleasure and jumped forward in surprise!
There she was met by Ricco's giant tool. He had pulled his cock out of her grasping cunt as she had backed into Chuck's prick, and now -when she lunged forward again-Ricco imitated her movement and lunged forward, too!
Great! A real meeting of the minds!
"Oh, yes, yes, yes!" cried Amy. "Fuck me! Fuck my pretty pussy! Fuck my tight ass! Oh, I love it! Oh, don't come! Oh, don't stop! Please don't stop! Let me have cock! I want big cock shoved up my cunt and ass!
Hey, that's great! Love it! Love it! Love it!"
Ricco moved his mouth from her tits. He looked down at her, taking her face in his hands. Say, she was really pretty.
A real sweet little face.
"You like that baby? You like Ricco's big cock in that pretty pussy of yours?"
"Yes, yes I LOVE it!" Amy cried.
"You mean you love THIS?" Ricco asked teasingly as he pumped his giant member back and forth in her soaking pussy with quick, easy strokes.
"Oh, yeah! I sure do!" Amy confessed. "I like that big cock up my ass, too! I like all of it!"
"Well, you got it, baby. You want cock, you got it. Me and buddy boy there sure will take care of you. Now you just be a good little girl and suck Ricco's tits while I take care of that hot, tight cunt of yours with my big prick!"
Amy was only too glad to comply and she fastened her mouth on Ricco's tit like a milk-starved infant. She sucked for all she was worth, working her way through the forest of hair on his chest.
Ricco broke poppers and sniffed them as he gazed down on the little blond head licking at his stiffened nipples. Never once did he miss a stroke with the monster prick that swelled hard. Chuck was watching, too, but his eyes were glued on Amy's ass. He got completely off on watching his big curved prick entering and leaving Amy tiny, tight ass.
And Amy was in heaven!
Sandwiched between the two men, she was almost lost in their flesh.
And she loved it. Especially when the two of them had their cock pushed in full hilt at the same time. She marvelled at the FEELING of it!
Sometimes it seemed as though the two big cocks were rubbing against each other inside her! The rockhardness of them pressed through her flesh as if they were trying to meet. God, she was coming again!
The speed was hitting her. She was actually beginning to regain her strength despite everything that was happening to her. That's great, she thought and she bit down on Ricco's hard nipple.
"That's right, you little cunt, be nice to Ricco!" he shouted, and -in earnest now-started pumping in and out of her with great speed.
Chuck stopped pumping completely. That's how he really like it: Not having to do a thing! Just lay there and let Amy's spasmodically jerking body do all the work for him!
And jerk she did! She had to what with Ricco's huge body pounding against her, that giant prick in her pumping all the way home, almost out, and all over again. And again. And again.
"Just a second, Chuck," Ricco said. "I gotta have it to myself for awhile."
"Now?!" Chuck complained.
But he slipped his cock out of her lovely ass without further protest. After all, it was Ricco's money. He should have the overall say.
Then Ricco stuck his giant prick into Amy as far as it would go and rolled over on his back. The weight of her body pushed her even further onto his pole!
Ricco groaned with pleasure and, taking her small hips in his huge paws, rocked her up and down with amazing speed. His monster cock swelled to even greater proportions, and he pumped into her boy with the ferocity of a maddened animal.
"Gaaaa, Gaaaa... " he groaned with delight.
Chuck 'stood by the bed jacking off, fascinated by the spectacle of the little girl's body bouncing on his huge friend's cock.
Amy had multiple orgasms for the third time! God, his big cock was giving her tremendous pleasure.
"Fuck me, Ricco! Fuck me!" she screamed. "This is what I want!"
Ricco maneuvered himself to the edge of the bad. He wanted Chuck to start fucking Amy in the ass again.
He didn't have to tell him.
Chuck was right there, hot hard prick in hand.
He shoved the curving weapon in as deep as it would go. It's tremendous arch brought old pleasures back and made them new again. As though she had never been fucked in the ass before!
Pure pleasure!
Now it was Ricco's turn to lie back and do nothing as Amy's lovely body manipulated his giant, dripping too.
He reached down and played lazily with her tits, squeezing the nipples.
"I dig those crazy tits of your!" And he pulled on them till Amy thought she'd faint with enjoyment.
"And I love your ass!" Chuck shouted as he worked his amazing pole in and out of her hot, hungry asshole.
He reached down and pulled her cheeks apart again so he could have another shot at his favorite view: His big cock sliding in and out of the defenselessly exposed asshole.
He loved to watch the way the flesh at the very door of her hole heaved out toward him as he pulled his pole out of her asshole.
Almost as much as the way that same flesh moved away from him, clinging to his cock as though it didn't want to let go.
"Go, Chuck, baby!" Ricco encouraged! "Fuck that little girl ass!"
And Chucked fucked ass. Oh, he was in heaven! The feel of it was better than any he ever had before. This chick was made for fucking!
Then Ricco started fucking again, and Amy was strung-out on hot poles of male sex meat! In the ass, out the ass. In the cunt, out the cunt.
A hot young girl crazy for male cock couldn't possibly ask for more. There was no way she could handle any more than she already had. She had reached the limits of sexual pleasure.
Or so she thought!
CHAPTER SIX
"What you want?" Ricco growled, staring past her. Both he had Chuck had their pricks buried deep inside her asshole and cunt. Friendly throbbing neighbors in her warm little house of flesh.
Amy looked over her shoulder and saw Ern standing in the doorway with another man.
A big black man dressed in beautifully tailored trousers that couldn't conceal the throbbing hardon he was sporting.
"You know Richie," Ern explained. "He came by for some smoke, heard the noise and was wondering what was going on."
"Hi, Ricco!" Richie said. "I guess I don't have to ask you how you are. I can see that much for myself, you lucky fuck!"
"Why don't the two of you go jack off somewhere!" Ricco growled, no humor in his voice at all.
"Now, wait a minute, Ricco," Ern objected. "This here is my place... "
"So fuckin' what!" Ricco snarled. "I paid for this fuck, and that's that!"
"Ricco... " Amy whispered.
Ricco couldn't hear the rest of what she said, so he leaned forward.
"What you say, little babe?" he asked her. "Do... do they want to fuck me, too?" she asked, all innocence.
God, she had a sweet face.
Ricco really liked her.
"Sure they do, the fuckin' cheap creeps!" he answered, loud enough for them to hear.
"Well... " Amy hesitated. "Well, I... I'd like that. Won't you please... "
"You want them in you, too?" Ricco asked her, surprise in his voice.
To look at that innocent face of hers you'd never guess what a hot little whore she was! Christ!
Ricco was in a torment of conflict. His thirteen inch cock shrivelled down to twelve. Amy felt it grow smaller in her cunt, and she wiggled around to make it bigger again.
It worked.
She smiled her best suburban little teenage pussy smile at him. Ricco couldn't resist. Whatever the hot little cunt wanted was okay with him.
"Okay, boys, she wants all of us! Hop in! Ern was out of his pants in no time at all, his big cock roaring for action.
The big black guy, Richie, walked to the head of the bed and very neatly took off his beautiful clothes, folded them carefully over the back of a chair, and turned around to face the action.
God, Amy thought, he's got a whopper too.
Then she started to add it up. Ernhad at least eleven inches. Chuck back there at least ten.
"Ricco," she asked him, snuggling onto his huge prong, "how big is your cock?"
He smiled at her. "Fourteen terrific inches, baby, " he lied.
Ricco has fourteen, Amy continued her calculation, and that Richie guy has an easy twelve, say thirteen for luck. Now, let me see: Eleven, fourteen...
My, God! she concluded!
That's... that's fifty-eight inches of good, hard masculine cock! Fifty-eight inches. I'M only sixty-two inches tall!
Another three inches and there'd be more cock in me than there IS me! Gee!
The realization of it stunned her. For a minute she wondered if she could actually manage all the man meat shoved in her.
Then another, even more important question popped into her little head: How would they manage it?
But she knew full fucking well they were exceptionally experienced men when it came to sex, and she decided to leave the driving to THEM!
Ricco started pumping into her soaking wet pussy again. His attitude was clearly selfish. He made it perfectly clear the others could do what they wanted, whatever they could manage, but her hot little cunt was exclusively his to work in.
He saw Amy was coming! What a HOT hot little cunt! He wanted one just like her for all-round daily use.
Richie, in the meantime, lost no moments: There he was with his big black bone staring her right in the face.
Amy like the color of it, especially the big pink head. She liked the way he stood in front of her, rubbing his big prick in his hand like the proud man he was. She liked the way his balls hung heavy and low in their swinging sack!
She sucked the overheated head of his big prize-winner into her cock-hungry mouth, licking at it with her tongue hugging it with her bow-shaped lips!
Ricco snapped another popper in her nose.
Richie did the same for himself. He pulled his giant black dick out of her pretty pink mouth, everything but the head. Then, when the poppers hit him, he shoved it into her.
All the way down into her throat! She almost choked on his meat because of the slight curve in it. But another hit of poppers and she accommodated herself like a champion cocksucker.
"Good girl!" Richie shouted! "Suck that big hot black cock of mine good! Get that pretty white face of yours right up there in my good black bush!"
He started face-fucking and his big balls banged around the bottom of her chin. God, she wished she could squeeze them and fondle them!
But she couldn't because Ricco had placed her hands on his nipples, indicating that she should be playing with them. She squeezed them expertly, pinched them, and was gratified to fell his cock getting even harder, wider in her freely juicing cunt!
Big Em, meanwhile, was in back of her beautiful ass conferring with Chuck.
They had been talking about how both of them could get their pricks up her little shithole at the same time.
At last they seemed to have figured it out.
It took a little doing, a little experimenting, but it was worth the effort. Some problems are just a pleasure to work on, after all.
Their first three times were abortive and hurt like hell.
Amy would have screamed with pain, but of course she couldn't. Not with more than a foot of thick, long hot black cock stuffed down her throat.
But when Ern and Chuck finally got to fucking in tandem, the pain transformed itself into sheer, unmitigated pleasure!
First Ern would shove his big cock up into her throbbing asshole tunnel, rotate the big cockhead, and almost pull out.
Then Chuck would start sliding his big curved dong into her quivering lining. Somewhere in the middle, the two big cockheads would pass each other, causing additional waves of pleasure to overcome all three of them, the fuckers and the fuckee!
It wasn't till many minutes later that Chuck and Ern started shoving their cocks in and out of her simultaneously. That when the going got really good! Meanwhile, it was 'only' fantastic!
Amy squirmed in an ecstasy of pleasure. And achievement! Yes, achievement!
Just think about it: Only a few days ago her sexual experience amounted to a big fat zero. Now she was taking on four well-endowed men all at once, and without any major problem. In fact, she was doing more than well. She was excellent. A real A student when it came to sex.
Her ass was wide open!
Her cunt was wide open!
Her mouth was wide open!
It was Amy's graduation day, and she was collecting her prizes, one of which was a pair of delicious black balls!
Somehow she had managed to got both of Richie's balls completely into her hot wet mouth! She was expertly licking them, separating them in their sack with her tongue even as the whole sack itself floated in the moist well of her facial cavity.
Watching her go at all of it with such vigor really turned Ricco on. Not only was she a willing cunt, but she was a real fast learner. He really admired the way she was taking care of his huge cock!
Some real whores had buckled and broken under the mass of it in the past. Ricco knew that for a definite fact. But this almost-child didn't back down from anything he had to offer.
He admired the way she would thrust her pelvis down on him even when the two cock in her ass were being pulled out of her!
Just tell her once, and she picked up on a command immediately, improvising with genuine talent. For example, she worked his tits continually with her gifted fingers, squeezing and playing with them whenever she could.
She had even managed to wet his nipples and keep them wet. And that took some doing considering everything else that was being done to her. And for her.
For somehow Richie had managed to insinuate the huge tip of his cockhead into her mouth even while she had both his balls in it!
Ricco had never seen anything like it before, not in all his years and travels!
There she was, with that tiny, petite face of hers, sucking and licking a big pair of hairy balls AND getting facefucked by a exceptionally big dick, all at the same time. Too bad 'You Asked For It' was no longer being shown on television. If it were, he'd certainly ask for it.
As for Richie, he was in heaven!
Amy had been driving him crazy with her lips and tongue surrounding the twin orbs of his groin! It was only with super human effort and a major contortion that he was able to actually BEND his outrageously stiff cock into an impossible bow and get his cockhead between her pretty lips.
Then, once that much was accomplished, it was simply a matter of letting it spring back into the usual straight pole that his cock was when it was in full erection, and the whole eleven inches of his hot black tool surged into her throat!
Now he was humping her tonsils and getting his balls licked simultaneously! Good fucking God! It was something all-new for him and it sent him to new heights of ecstasy! Far fucking out!
Big Ern and Chuck were sucking up poppers like a man dying of thirst sucks up bottled water. The sight of what Amy's mouth was doing to Richie's cock and balls was freaking them out.
Their cocks began to collide with increasing violence inside her asshole. It was now stretched well 'out' of shape and actually looked like it might accommodate yet another digit of some sort.
Ern tested the possibility out by sticking the tip of his index finger into the already well-stuffed hole.
It fit!
So he shoved the finger up into her and had the great joy of massaging the bottom of his cock with his own finger while Chuck's ramrodding tool massaged the top of it with his plunging cock, and the whole kit and kaboddle was being massaged my Amy's continually throbbing muscles and membranes.
Toooo much! Pleasure within pleasure within pleasure. A Chinese puzzle box of delight!
This little girl, wild as she was with the unabashed joy of sexual discovery, was teaching all of them, each and every one of them, something new about sex!
The student was exceeding her teachers!
Ricco was the first to say it: "God damn, baby, that is so very fucking great! You're a real great fuck, kid, the best, the very best!"
And he reached up and patted the little blond head that didn't miss a beat as it sucked at the black treasures it held captive in a cage of wet, hot delight!
So it was that within the context of all-out, , " no holds barred, hands down, none stop sex, pure outrageous sex, the beginning of love, love with a capital 'L' were beginning to stir in the hearts of the four men.
Love in their hearts, yes. It surprised and shocked even them. The realization of the love the four were beginning to feel for her hit the four men with the impact of lightening.
None of them were sentimental romantics, fuck no. No way. They were hardcore studs who had no illusions about the difference between sex and love.
Get your rocks off, that's all that counted. That had been their philosophy. And yet... what was happening?
They could feel the growing affection they felt for her in their hearts.
And their cocks. Their balls. Their groins. Their bodies, plunging in and out of her every available orifice, were being almost magically transformed into love sacrifices burning on the alters of her interior temples!
"Fuck, you are the Greatest!" Richie shouted.
Each time he pulled his cock back the better to shove it down her throat again, her sharp, white, perfect teeth would catch at his balls, capturing them in a circle of delightful hurt!
A human cockring that added immensely to the pleasure of Richie's relentless throat fucking. He moaned and twisted in delirious pleasure!
"Yeah!" Richie shouted! "Suck, girl, fuck and suck, suck, suck!"
Chuck and Ern began to pick up on the very positive emotions the girl was provoking, too! The sight of their combined ten fingers working the edge of her asshole as their cocks plunged into the depths of her shit factory, knocked them out!
They, too, loved her. LOVED HER!
In response, she shoved her ass back and took even more of what they had to sacrifice! Oh, they were willing. Ricco, in the meanwhile, was on the very verge of pleasure-insanity. Amy had somehow managed to work her hand down in front of her and was squeezing and playing with his balls.
He hadn't asked her to do it. She had just done it, all on her own. Improvising like the highest sexual master!
She played with his nuts like she'd done nothing else all the rest of her life.
And she was managing it despite that fact that she was having to strain her neck at an impossible angle to keep those big black balls and cock working in her mouth! She was a LOVE GENIUS!
The four of them began pumping in increasingly perfect unison!
The love they felt, and the love Amy felt, inspired and propelled the group to unbelievable heights of rapport and harmony.
It was a dance, a song, a symphony, a world champion game; a living fantasy, a single magnificent team, a new natural wonder on the face of the planet... natural wonder on the face of the planet... this SEX!
They were all together!
They were individual parts in a greater whole of accumulating mastery!
They were alive!
They were coming! Coming! Coming!
They were ONE!
Goodchristfuckekstongueclitclingcominnnnng!
Ricco bowed his huge body into a living sculpture of ecstasy agony, forcing all of the except Amy to stand on their tiptoes as he began to shoot an exploding geyser of thick superheated come into the clutching womb that Amy had become!
"Amyyyy!" he screamed in celebration!
The thrust of Ricco's cock could actually be felt through the interior maze of flesh in Amy's body, felt by the two erupting cocks Big Ern and Chuck had shoved in to the absolute hilt! The three giant cocks bumped and rubbed against each other through the contracting, dripping walls of Amy's convulsing flesh!
"A-a-meee!" Big Ern shouted, thunderstruck by the passion and affection he felt for his beloved little assfuck!
He had never felt love, had never loved anyone, no one before!
"Amy! Amy! Amy!" Chuck stuttered, mindless with emotion! "I love you!"
"And me, I love you!" Richie sang out!
He grabbed Amy's delicately shaped head, burying his fingers in her wonderfully soft, long blond hair and shoved his vibrating cockhead down her throat and in between her shoulders!
The violence and emotional earthquake of his coming stirred the others even more as they watched his huge cock disappear completely into her face!
They could actually see the outline of the thick shaft and the tulip-shaped cockhead through the skin of her throat!
They could actually SEE the veins of his cock throbbing with passion; could actually SEE the cockhead pulsating as it rocketed burst after burst of fiery come deep into her upper body!
The four men cried "AMY!" They cried her name out again and again, and over again, as they shot and fired, pulsed and squirted, propelled and released load after amazing load of living come into her deepest, most secret innermost being!
They soared!
Somehow, maybe the word is miracle, but somehow the five of them had so beautifully discovered the flesh, had so completely achieved themselves through the groin, that all of them...
Big Em, yes; Chuck, yes; Ricco and Richie, yes; and Amy, oh very much YES..
They had unintentionally set free in themselves a power in the universe, and they had made contact with a reality so large, so magnificent, that they were transformed, had quite without wishing it achieved a living union with the motivating, life-giving energy that makes all things and beings what they are, beautifully!
They fell upon each other exhausted.
Exultant! Beatified! And then...
Then they sang praises!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Just how long now the five of them had laid on the bed of their voyage, none can remember. Time had lost its meaning. Each was lost in the wonder of their new understanding.
The scales fell from their eyes and for the first time each was able to see and accept everything, to know without fear or shame, and they were humble and proud in the afterglow of the gift of their victories.
Voyagers all!
Em was the first to quietly rise and abandon the group. He walked out of the bedroom, through the dustridden hall, and into the bathroom.
There he scoured the tub, purifying it with soaps and labors. It gleamed its purity afresh.
Then he ran her bath, carefully testing the water for the just-right temperatures. And, having nothing less, poured Russian Leather and Lux liquid into the balming waters.
He put out clean, soft towels, closed the windows to the night cold, and dimmed the harsh naked light bulb by placing a blue silk cloth about. It was a vision of the bottom of the sea.
When he returned to the bedroom, the men were soothing Amy.
Chuck and Richie were licking the come from her asshole and mouth with slow, loving strokes.
Ricco was cleansing her cunt in the same gentle fashion.
Big Ern joined his fellows and massaged her warm, pliant flesh with his huge hands. He might have been shaping roses of spun glass, so sure and gentle was his touch.
Then, the preliminary washing done, the lifted her bodily, carried her out of the bedroom, eased her into the perfumed suds of the bath and took turns handing her hot cups of brandied coffee, Pall Malls, and sips of marijuana.
During this time all was understood, and each acted with perfect understanding although no word was spoken.
The only sounds to be heard were the muted splashings in the bath.
The next morning brought them back to reality. Not that they had forgotten the profound lessons mastered the night before, but each had to return to his and her daily life.
Rested, they sat around the kitchen table after eating a royal breakfast, and swapped summaries of their lives, ambitions and problems.
The one thing they all shared was a mutual sense of responsibility for each other. They all agreed they would help each other, even if it should have to mean no more than moral support.
Now they were a group.
Amy was the last to tell her story. She started at the beginning, was concise and completely honest in the telling, and brought them up to date.
As it developed, big cock Ricco was Jenny's Ricco!
Small world, isn't it, they agreed.
They also agreed that Jenny need never know about the previous night's bust out. None of them had ever been so considerate of another's feelings before. Their mutual concern for Jenny's happiness was new for all of them.
They had changed their lives.
Now the question was: How to help Amy?
The four men promised they'd do any and everything possible for her. All she had to do was name it.
And they meant what they said.
They'd support her, if that was what she wanted, under any terms she cared to name. They'd fight for her, go to jail for her, and willingly, if it came it, die for her.
And if it were for the best, they were even willing to stay away from her, never even mention her name, ignore her if they saw her in public.
That's how much they loved her: They'd even give her up, if that was truly what she wanted.
But that wasn't what she wanted.
Amy had matured tremendously in the last week. The world of her own interior life had been revealed to her, and now she was no longer a frightened, repressed child.
Amy was a woman now. One hundred per cent!
She felt sure she could take care of herself, but much to their relief and gratification she smilingly promised them to call their names if they were ever needed.
They all had tears in their eyes!
It was mid-morning by this time, and they all would have separated, each going his own way, but Amy did have one favor to ask. "Anything!" the men agreed.
She wanted to have sex again. With each of them. One at a time. And in private.
They drew straws to determine the order of events.
Richie went first. Him, Amy wanted to eat her ass out, which he did with relish! He sunk his loving tongue deep in her asshole and worked it for at least thirty minutes.
Both of them came several times that way.
Next was Big Em. Amy wanted him to fuck her in the ass that was now crying out for hard male cock. No lubrication was needed, and Big Ern lived up to his name. He filled her full of come twice! At the end, Amy kissed him gently goodbye.
Ricco, the biggest cock on the walk, was third. When he asked her how she wanted it, much to his surprise and delight, she licked her lips for an answer!
From the moment she squeezed his cock with those amazing tiny hands of hers and slowly pulled the skin back, revealing the ping pong ball-sized head, right down to the last drop of hot, spicy come shooting deep into her throat, it was the most amazing and best blowjob he had ever known!
And he had had a lot of great blowjobs. Little Amy sure knew how to pack it away, ALL the way away! As for her, she came three times!
Chuck, the last on the list, could hardly contain himself waiting for his turn. He was so nervous he smoked twelve joints. Was he high! But no higher than his big curving cock.
He had been tempted to jack off while waiting, but had decided that he'd go to her entirely fresh. When his turn finally came, his patience was more than amply rewarded.
For Amy was saving the best for him!
Her hot, tight, juicy little cunt.
Stimulated by the other sexual events, her cunt was a fiery furnace worthy of a Nebuchadnezzar! He marched into the flames with a smile on his face!
Of course, Amy had no way of knowing that although Chuck's cock wasn't the biggest of the four, its amazing curve when in erection made it the most suitable in terms of the giving of pleasure to a cunt!
She had no way of knowing that the female organ had changed very little over millions of years of evolution, and that it was the MALE organ, not the female, that adapted itself, all the better to fuck you with, my dear!
No, Amy's way an intuitive knowledge, as sure and right as a roaring hardon!
From the instant the extremest tip of the curving cock's head gently parted her lovely cunt lips, Amy knew she had made the right decision. It's so very satisfying to be proved right once in a while!
Once in her, they clung to each other like two travelling eskimos unexpectedly caught in the Artie winter's worst storm. She started coming almost immediately.
Her hot cunt got juicier and juicier every time it squeezed and fondled the surface of his surging scimitar!
And he jammed it joyfully into her fleshy sheath, until only the convulsing jerks of the hilt of his balls remained outside her.
Chuck was reborn that early afternoon. Knowing that Amy had saved the use of her cunt for him instead of sharing it with the others gave his ego the boost it had needed for so long a time! Now he was truly a man in all ways and he owed it all to Amy.
And he began to repay the debt he 'truly owed her by Wielding his flesh-hammer cock exactly giving Amy's wonderful cunt the revelation it was so deeply deserving!
For long untellable moments of delight, locked in the most intimate face-to-lace contact, they balled with abandon!
Each time he slid his arching prick into the grasping tube of her pussy, Amy leaned up and around him!
When he withdrew, she contracted and sucked his cock as if she didn't want him to ever leave!
Chuck and Amy set records that day. For coming, going AND staying!
They finished their bout by sucking and licking each other clean.
Or almost finished.
The sucking and licking had the unexpected bonus of getting both of them HOT all over again.
Unbelievable! But wonderfully acceptable.
They were back to fucking in no time, and both realized that neither of them had really fucked before!
They broke their own world's record just minutes after setting it!
When at last they stopped, it wasn't because they couldn't have gone on and on.
They certainly could have.
But there was business to take care of first. Important business. Once that was settled, they could spend a glorious lifetime fucking endlessly!
They bathed together, splashing each other like children. Then they dressed each other, took a cab to the corner of Junction and Michigan Avenue, and drove away in the Lincoln Amy had left parked in the garage.
Straight down Michigan, left onto Woodward Avenue, and straight out, nonstop to Bloomfield Hills. Chuck did the driving because he had the license. Amy had the registration. It was a beautiful cop-free day!
As they drove through the rich suburb Amy had been born and raised it, she looked at it and saw it as if for the first time.
It WAS beautiful.
Adult trees of every kind lined the curving roads that ambled leisurely through the city. Broad, sweeping lawns, professionally manicured, carried the eye to one handsome home after the other, each more serene and beckoning than the other.
Beautiful!
It had been her own troubled soul that had caused her to see it as ugly. The veils had truly been tom from her eyes, and she was seeing things clearly, for what they actually were, for the first time.
She was crying with happiness, and played with Chuck's cock to celebrate.
When they drove up to Amy's mother's house, they had to drive on instead of stopping as they had planned.
That was because Chuck's cock was so hard, it refused to go down.
So the drove in lazy circles around the house for twenty minutes or thereabouts while Amy sucked his curving rod to respectable proportions.
At last they were ready to confront the fearsome Doctor Holden.
Chuck eased the big Lincoln into the driveway. The engine was a miracle of engineering and there was no sound to be heard except for the crunching of white gravel beneath Exiting from the car, they slammed the doors behind them. They thunked shut with the reassuring sound of money.
As they moved toward the elegant double front doors, the sound of laughter and splashing could be heard from the direction of the pool.
They walked through a gate in the red brick wall that surrounded the yard. The leaves of the ancient oaks were thick on the ground, a quilt of many colors.
As they stepped soundlessly out of the bushes, they were amazed by what they saw!
Swimming naked in the heated pool were Mrs. Holden and Judge Crocker.
Or maybe swimming isn't quite the word for it.
For Mrs. Holden was sitting on the edge of the pool with her shapely legs floating in the water on either side of the Judge's head.
He was busy licking Mrs. Holden's cunt, and judging from the way she was leaning back and tossing her long blond hair, the judge was doing a convincing job of it.
Amy was astounded! What this her uptight, evil mother, the woman who so hated anything to do with sex?!
Amy literally doubted her eyes!
But the real surprise came when Mrs. Holden suddenly stood up and stretched long and hard. Why, Amy thought to herself, her mother was BEAUTIFUL! Long-legged, well-proportioned, and incredibly lithe! She must be seeing things!
And the Judge! Climbing out of the pool, he looked wonderful. Good enough to eat! For a man sixty years old he was in GREAT shape! He looked like a man twenty-five years his junior!
Amy would have never guessed!
She was especially impressed with the size of his cock! It was even bigger than Ricco's, if that were possible. Thicker too! Or maybe that was just because of the handsome hardon he was waving!
Then the impossible happened! Her uptight, repressed mother ran up to the Judge and, without further ado, threw her arms around his neck and started kissing him passionately!
The Judge did not find this unpleasant, as we might well imagine.
The Judge did not find this objectionable, and moved in its favor. Moved his COCK', that is! Right between her mother's frigid legs! Not in her cunt, mind you, but between her legs so that the eminent Doctor Holden was RIDING his hardon. The big cockhead shone bright red, like a knobby flag through her mother's asscheeks! It was dripping with water from the pool and droplets of come.
"Is THAT your mother?" Chuck asked, amazed. His wonderful curving cock was making a deliciously strange bulge in his chinos!
Amy was beginning to get all juicy and goosey!
Obviously she had really cured her mother that day in the bathroom. Really cured her! And Amy now knew her troubles were over, finally, completely, wonderfully over!
And the best was yet to come!
CHAPTER EIGHT
Amy didn't know what to think.
Despite the face that she was now a much smarter person than she had been, this was not an easy situation to read.
Her mother was a power in herself, a real influence in the community. One word from her, and the shit could REALLY hit the fan!
But combined with the Judge's influence, both she and Chuck could wind up spending a lot of time behind bars of one kind or another.
So now the questions was: What to do?
Should she and Chuck just wade in, introduce each other and see what happened, or should they play it safe, slip quietly back to the car and take off? Both alternatives had definite pros and cons. And both alternatives were clearly dangerous.
"IS that your mother?" Chuck asked again. He was staring like a hawk at a hen and his crazy cock was twisting at a very strange angle in the confines of his pants.
"Yes, it is! And keep it down, for God's sake!" Amy snarled.
"Gee," Chuck whimpered, "you don't have to get sore with me. I was just wondering. I mean, after all you had to say about her, I... "
"Chuck, just let me do the thinking, will you? Be good and be quiet."
This was a situation that required clear, fast thinking, or else.
Obviously her mother and the Judge weren't new at this game of theirs. They were going at it too hot and heavy to be strangers to each other. One seemed to know just what the other was doing or going to do, and the other was right on top of it, so to speak.
Amy was just about to poke Chuck and announce her plans. She had decided on retreat. It was, after all, the surest, safest thing to do.
She could always contact her mother at a later date. Mrs. Holden was hardly the one to walk out on a life time of accomplishment and background.
But before Amy could take the action she had decided upon something happened that changed everything.
Her mother stepped slightly back from the Judge, took his good-sized prong in hand and, without hesitation, shoved about a third of it into her dripping cunt!
The Judge took care of the rest of it. One lunge and he had the whole sizeable unit securely wedged in his lover's hole!
They crushed each other in their arms and sent their tongues on wild flights of mutual discovery, leaving nothing unkissed or unlicked!
Amy couldn't help but cry out!
"MOTHER!"
This startled Chuck and he shouted, "AMY!"
Mrs. Holden and the Judge turned and looked at them, jumping back from each other like speed demons!
Four shocked people stood staring at each other, none able to speak except for the shouting of names!
"AMY!" Mrs. Holden shouted.
"MOTHER!"
"AMY!" the Judge chimed in!
"JUDGE CROCKER!" Amy cried!
"JUDGE CROCKER?!" Chuck asked, shocked, and turned to run!
Amy reached out and grabbed him by the arm, holding him fast. "Chuck! Stop!"
"CHUCK?" Mrs. Holden questioned, looking to the Judge for interpretation.
The Judge shrugged his shoulders.
"Chuck, she said," said the Judge, indicating Amy and her friend.
Amy's friend obviously had a hardon. But it was drooping now as quickly as the Judge's was.
Mrs. Holden and the Judge started walking to the edge of the bushes where Amy and Chuck stood. The latter two turned to run away.
"Amy!" Mrs. Holden shouted out. "Wait!"
"Wait, Amy!" the Judge added.
The two young people stopped in their tracks and turned slowly to face what well might be the end for both of them. It was too late now, come what may.
Amy and Chuck stepped forward, out of the bushes and onto the edge of the manicured lawn, to meet the older couple halfway.
All four stopped short of each other and took long hard looks, trying to read the situation, and looking for opening comments.
It was an awkward silence.
"Amy... "
"Mother... "
They both interrupted each other, the women did, so the silence fell upon them again. "Mother... "
"Amy... "
"Well, we're not getting anywhere this way," the Judge offered.
"True," Amy's mother agreed. "Why don't you do the honors, Judge."
"Delighted," the Judge agreed, holding his hand out toward Chuck.
"I am Judge Alfred C.J. Crocker, Wayne County Superior Court. Who are you, young man?"
"I... I'm... Chuck." Chuck managed to say at last, hesitantly taking the hand offered to him. It might well be the last thing he'd take before that long ride to the County Jail.
"He's a friend of mine!" Amy offered.
"Any friend of Amy is a friend of mine," the Judge explained.
"I'm real glad to hear that," Chuck sighed with real relief.
"Chuck is my lover," Amy went on, a clear note of defiance in her voice. "He's the best fuck in the world with the beautiful curvy cock of his, and I should know, mother, because I've been fucking and sucking more cock in the last few days than you have ever dreamed of!"
Her mother stared at her, no particular expression on her face.
"Well?" Amy demanded. "What do you think of that?"
"What do I think of it?" her mother asked. "Don't repeat my question," Amy shouted! "Just answer the fucking thing!"
"Amy," the Judge cut in, "no matter what problems you and your mother may have, I do believe you should keep the conversation civil. Do try, in any case."
"Yes, you're right, of course, Judge Crocker. You always are."
Amy turned to her mother and began to ask the question again, but was cut short.
"Well," said her mother, smiling evenly, "I think it's just fine!"
"You do?!" Amy and Chuck said in surprised unison. Could things possibly be going to work out for them?
Again the Judge cut into the conversation. "What say you and I go into the house and make some drinks, ah... Chuck, while Amy and her mother have their little chat. They have a lot to talk about and I don't think either one of us are needed here. What say? You like whiskey sours?"
"Well," said Chuck, "I never had one, but I'd be willing to try, if it's okay with Amy."
"Go ahead," she responded. "I'll shout for you if she tries any funny business."
With that the Judge and Chuck turned and walked toward and into the house. The Judge was as cool as a cucumber, maybe cooler, considering that he was naked as a bluejay!
Then Mrs. Holden took Amy by her little-girl hand and walked her toward the pool. She slipped on a beautiful robe of blue silk, lit a cigarette, announced that she had something to say, and that she'd appreciate it if Amy would please shut up and let her say it uninterrupted.
Amy agreed.
This is what it came down to: Mrs. Holden explained that Amy was fated, both by genetic birth and social background to accomplish great things with her life.
But she, Mrs. Holden, had seen Amy slipping into the simple-mindedness characteristic of x girls of her class. She had been afraid that Amy was going to risk losing her chance to do great things and be an exceptional person by becoming a snob.
In order to save Amy from herself, Mrs. Holden had invented a program of severe repression, especially sexual repression, to try to break through the horseshit thinking and lifestyle of Bloomfield Hills!
Mrs. Holden had reasoned that it would either break Amy or make her.
True, it had been a desperate play, but it had to be desperate to be effective. The depth of Amy's failure as a human being had been so great, pulling the plug on the whole of her history was the only answer.
Mrs. Holden apologised for having been so brutal, but explained that as a psychiatrist and doctor of the human soul she had to take desperate measures. She would have done it for any patient, and -of course- had to do at least as much for her own, dear, beloved daughter.
Would Amy forgive her? Would Amy understand? Would she believe that it had all be done for love of her?
Amy fell into her mother's arms. The two of them held each other tight, and love flowed back and forth between and made them one, mother and daughter, together again!
When the Judge and Chuck came back out to the pool again, both were carrying trays full of whiskey sours, joints and boxes of poppers.
They toasted each other and wished each other the best in life, each promising the other to aid and support one another in their separate but united searches for happiness and achievement.
It was a beautiful moment!
And it ended with the Judge suggesting that since he and Mrs. Holden were naked, she and he should dress or Amy and Chuck should undress.
Amy and Chuck undressed.
And the four of them became fast friends that very afternoon.
Very fast friends, indeed!
Anyway you look at it.
And if you don't believe it, ask Amy. Or Judge Crocker. Or Chuck. Or Mrs. Holden. They'll give you a straight answer.
