Brat Pack Ch3 Life returned to normal(if you wanted to call my life normal) in the following weeks. I was hyperaware of all of Sam's friends whenever they would come over the house. Everyone behaved themselves, but there was so much chemistry floating between me and Candy and Lake that you could almost taste it. All I had to do was close my eyes and I could relive Candy and Lake bobbing up and down on me, learning(and teaching) things that they would never have gotten from the guys who oogled them all the time. I think they appreciated that I loved them mentally as well as physically. Our afterschool coffee sessions were becoming a regular philosophical jaunt. Some of their other friends would come with them, but mostly it was just the seven of us - Me, Sam, Candy, Lake, Christy, Kitty, and Amanda. Thoughts of the rest of Sam's friends floated in the back of my mind as the year turned. Sam came to me to let me know who was next. Her friend Amanda's birthday was in a few weeks, and she wanted to give her a surprise party at the house. At first, I thought she would come on to me slightly as she did when she told me it was Lake's turn, but there was a hesitancy to her demeanor that put me on guard. "Sam, what's up?" "It's Amanda, Dunk. Her birthday is coming up and she's really nervous all of a sudden." "Weren't Candy and Lake when it was there turn?" I was trying not to sound pompous or arrogant. I was genuinely concerned. "Not like this Dunk, there's something wrong. She and Bobby just broke up and she won't tell any of us what happened." She hesitated, and I think I read her mind. "Go easy, Go slow..." I said, smiling slightly. She beamed at me and just hugged me. All lustful thoughts of her and me together flew away in the closeness I felt in that hug. It was times like these that made losing my family a little less painful because there was someone still here loving me. "I love you peanut..." I whispered into her hair, kissing the top of her head. She just hugged me harder and kissed my cheek. The night of the party approached, and Lake and Candy came over to help me set up the place. Kitty and Sam were at a movie with Amanda, and Christy was picking up some last minute things at the store. I had hoped to catch a quick kiss or fondle here or there, but I wasn't going to make the first move. Both of them were undressing me with their eyes, but their hands stayed off me. I guess they were serious about taking turns. Wouldn't have minded jumping into bed with both of them at once, but it just wasn't in the cards. The phone rang once, cutting off midring. That was Sam's signal that they were leaving the movie. We had about 15 minutes until they got here. Christy walked in a few seconds after the call. "I heard the ring, was that Sam?" she inquired. I just nodded, rushing to put everything out on the table. Christy ran into the kitchen and dumped the bags in front of Candy, who pulled out the steaks and other things I would be cooking for dinner. I put the last of the snacks out, hearing giggling in the kitchen. Before I could go in and ask what they were doing, Candy bolted from the kitchen, grinning wickedly at me as she ran up the stairs. I almost got a crick in my neck watching her chest heave with each step. I closed my eyes and shook my head, turning back to the kitchen. Lake stood there in the doorway to the kitchen smiling, shaking her head at me. Christy came out with a platter of veggies and dip. As she bent over at the waist to put them on the table, I drank in her form. She was taller than the rest, probably around 5'10" or so. Her firey red hair was almost always tied back in a braid behind her head. She was the only one of them that was not a cheerleader, built for volleyball all the way. She had long shapely legs that went up and made an amazing ass out of themselves. Tonight she was in a pair of skintight jeans and I swear I could see her muscles flex underneath the fabric as she moved. When she stood up, her ass rippled and she tured her baby-blues on me smiling. Her tee-shirt looked like one I wore 20 years ago, but the word "Bitch!" ran it's way across her perky melons. Her pearly white skin was dusted with freckles, especially across her nose. She knew I was checking her out since I was just standing there like a dope with a hardon and a slack look on my face. She grinned and spanked me across my butt as she passed. "Get back to work, slacker!@" she chuckled as she went back into the kitchen. Visions of Christy's long shapely legs wrapping themselves around my back danced through my head as I went outside to light the bbq. I lit it turning the flame low and closed the cover. I wanted it to char off anything stuck to the grill. I'd leave that for the time being and wait to welcome Amanda. As I stepped through the door, Christy and Lake flanked Candy who was holding a black coat. The three of them were smiling as Lake and Christy walked around Candy and began pulling off my shirt. Not one to ask stupid questions, I just grinned and allowed them to divest me. Clad only in a pair of jeans, my mind raced with what was to come. Lake folded my shirt over one arm, putting a hand on my chest. She gazed up into my eyes as she snaked her free arm around my neck. My thoughts were lustfull as she pulled me down to her ear. "Be careful, she's fragile." she whispered as she lightly kissed my cheek. Christy had an unreadible expression and just nodded. Candy was smiling as she held out the coat and I realized it was my old tux coat that I had worn for the party 5 years ago. I moved towards her, taking her face in my hands, I gave her a soft kiss. She smiled as I turned around, helping me into my coat. We heard the car door close in the drive way, we all raced to the living room. The lights had been turned down as I waited by the front door. Lake, Christy and Candy all waited behind me as we heard keys hit the path and Sam say, "Shit, I dropped my keys." I turned the handle and opened the door, standing in the doorway sketching a cheesy bow. Amanda was directly in front of me. Her mouth was a big O of surprise as I said, "Good Eeeeeeevening Ladies...." in the cheesy voice I had used at Sam's party. Candy, Lake and Christy jumped out from behind me and yelled with Sam and Kitty "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!" I stepped out of the way as the five of them mobbed Amanda with hugs and kisses. She was laughing and crying all at the same time. It was so very sweet to see. I didn't want them standing outside all night, so I waited until they stopped giggling and screaming, and bowed saying "Pleeeeese make yourselves commmforrrrtahbul..." "Thanks Jeeves!" "Thanks Jeeves!" "Yeah! Thanks Jeevies, great spread." Kitty was always one to outdo everyone... Sam and Lake and Christy all thanked me leaving me at the door with Amanda. Her tears were dry, but she positvely glowed. I reached out slowly and took her hand, bringing it toward my lips. I bowed over her hand as I looked up into her dark brown eyes. "Happy Birthday Amanda..." I said softly, brushing her knuckles with my lips. She sighed and smiled at me. "Thanks Dunk, I needed this party more than you know." she smiled, but it was tinged with a bit of sadness. I would make it my mission to find out what that was all about and do my best to fix it. I could see what Sam had been referring to in her eyes. There was some pain there, but right now she was happy. I kept her hand in mine as I closed the door. I pulled her hand over my arm and stuck my nose in the air. "This way, if you puhleeze." She giggled and allowed me to escort her into the living room. We walked in a regal stately march, I hammed it up all the way. My favorite chair was a leather overstuffed number with an ottoman. The stool was pulled up right in front of the chair as I stopped just to the left of the chair, announcing in a BAD british accent, "My Lady Amanda, Countess of Aaaaaaah!". They all looked at me as I had lost my mind, Amanda saying "Aaaa?" inquringly. As soon as she began speaking, I stepped behind her, swept her up into my arms and launched her through the air into the chair. She screamed "AAAaaaaaaaah!!!" as she sailed through the air. She landed with a yelp, her ass right in the middle of the chair. She sat back cackling as I hooked a thumb at her saying "See? Aaaaahhhh!" Kitty fell on the floor snorting as the rest of them erupted in peals of laughter. I turned smartly, whipping out the tails behind me, heading towards the patio. I closed the screen behind me as I went outside, and opened the grill. Smoke billowed up as I took out the tool to scrape off the excess crud. I really should start using the grill more often I thought to myself as I finished and hooked the tool back in it's place hanging underneath. One of the girls had put out a big tupperware container with the marinated steaks in it. I pulled off the top, picked up the long fork, and flipped them over a few times in the marinate. It smelled pretty good as I turned up the grill and dropped them both onto the fire. The flames sizzled for a minute or two, and then died back down to normal. The screen opened behind me, and I knew it was Sam before she could speak. She came up next to me and handed over another plate, this one holding foil wrapped baked potatoes. She leaned up and gave me another kiss on the cheek, and dropped my iced tea on the table next to the grill. As she opened the door to go back inside, I turned around slightly to catch a glimpse of her fine posterior. She paused in the doorway and shook it, grinning at me wickedly. I sighed, mentally damping the thoughts I had running through my head and began humming "They say it's your birthday" over and over. They all came out a few minutes later and set up the porch table. The weather was so nice outside, it seemed a crime to eat inside. The view from the porch down the side of the mountain I lived on was particularly fine tonight. The sun was setting right behind where the girls were putting out the plates and salad and drinks. Kitty and Lake were sitting down already chatting about something, Christy and Candy coming to join them. Once the steaks were done and the potatoes were ready, I pulled one steak off and cut it up into long strips, putting them on the potato plate. I did the same with the other steak and put the potatoes around the outside. I put the platter in the middle of the table, and grabbed the drink that Sam handed me. I remained standing as I held out my glass to Amanda, smiling at her. "To Amanda, our lovely Countess of the evening. May this night be always in your memory." The double meaning was not lost on the group, as Amanda smiled and the others cried "Hear Hear!!" With that we all proceeded to eat and talk and eat and talk and laugh, and eat....well you get the idea. I pretended to be interested in something Sam was talking to Candy about, but I was checking out Amanda in my peripheral vision. She wasn't saying much and was looking at me repeatedly. Everytime I would look away, she would stare at me until I looked back. I could tell she was really nervous about tonight and I wanted to make her more relaxed. I was sitting next to Christy, so I leaned over and whispered in her ear. "Meet me in the kitchen in a few." I waited until everyone was done and started clearing the plates. As they all started to get up, I said "Ahem!", mock glaring at them. "Yu vill NOT du my job of der cleaning, thenk yu! SIT!!" They all giggled and I nodded, "Gud!" I winked at Sam and picked up the platter and most of the plates. I opened the door with my toes(yeah, martial arts give you good balance alright) and brought it all into the kitchen. I pretended to bang around for a minute or two, before going back out. I put a sheepish expression on as I asked, "Vill you help me Christy vit someding?" They all rolled their eyes as Christy chuckled, getting up from the table. She picked up a few plates and followed me inside. As soon as we got past their view, I led her into the kitchen. "I wanted to make this quick." I began. She nodded so I went on. "There is something seriously wrong, and she is agitated as hell Chris..." "Yeah, it's worse than before. She still won't tell us what is going on." "What's Bobby like Chris?" I asked, a bad feeling forming in the pit of my stomach. "Typical jock, I am so glad she broke up wit.....Wait a minute, you don't think he..." she gasped. "Yeah, maybe. Look here's how I think we should do this." I started, and told her my plan. I would wait until everyone was done with dessert and find some excuse to get out of the house for a while. I would give Amanda an 'out' so she wouldn't feel as awkward about leaving if she didn't feel up to our night together. Christy said she would update Sam and they'd all talk it out. I told her I would have my cell phone and we went back out to the porch. Amanda was laughing about something, but it seemed a bit forced. I decided that now was as good a time as any. "Hey guys," I began with a tone of sadness. "Gotta run out for a few hours and take care of some stuff for Cendecorp." They were my main client and I had been doing consulting for quite a while. A collective "Awww!", and did I detect a not of disappointment on Amanda's face? Hmmm, I wonder if I WAS right. Needed to see it through so I just nodded. "Take a swim, just don't trash the house Sammie" I said as I walked over to Amanda. She stood, trembling a little. I took her hand again and bowed over it once more. I said "Happy Birthday Princess" and brushed the back of her hand with another featherlight kiss. She was trembling, but she smiled brilliantly at me. Her emotions were in an uproar, and it was time to go. She brought her hand to her mouth as I waved, going through the door. I popped upstairs to change my shirt and slip on some shoes, and went back downstairs. They were all gathered around her on the porch, but she was staring at me through the window. I held up two fingers, and kissed them, blowing her a kiss. She smiled again as I turned and headed out the door. As I sat in my car, I realized I didn't know where to go. The night was so nice, I thought I would take a drive up the coast. I pulled the top down on my mustang, backed out of the driveway full of cars and made my way off into the night. It was almost fully dark, but the temperature was pretty high for California in April. Glancing at the clock, I saw it was 6:30pm. I lost myself in the humm of the engine and the lights along the highway, thinking about how lucky I was with all that I had, and what I could do to share some of that with Amanda. I had a bad feeling that Bobby had forced himself on Amanda when she wasn't ready, and I did NOT want to make it worse by attempting something tonight that she was mentally not ready for. I stopped at a gas station, overlooking the Pacific ocean. I filled up the tank and drank in the sea air. I thought I had been gone long enough, so I started back home. The wind had whipped through my hair, pulling all of the care and stress away with it. I turned up the block to my house, and saw when I pulled in the driveway that only Sam's car was there. Feeling a bit disappointed that she had left after all, I pulled the top back up and locked up the car. I went into the house through the garage, expecting to find Sam sitting in the kitchen. I was surprised to see Amanda sitting there by herself, sipping a drink. Her lean gymnast body was taut as a bowstring. When I walked in, she stood up and walked over towards me. Her short china doll haircut framed her pale skin, reddened around her eyes from crying. She looked both pitiful and beautiful at that moment, and I had to stop myself from gathering her up in my arms for comfort. I hooked my keys on the ring by the door, sticking my hands in my pockets and waited for her to speak. She stopped a few paces from me and dropped her gaze. When she spoke, it was just above a whisper. "You were right, he forced me." was all she said. As she tentatively looked at me, I could keep the look of pure rage off of my face. She gasped in fear saying, "No! no... Please. I know what you want to do." I doubt she knew the lengths I wanted to go to pounding this piece of worthless scum into a pulp. I controlled myself with difficulty as she went on, "I want to put it behind me, I want to forget about it. I want...." Seeing her on the verge of losing control once more, I let my rage subside. I slowly walked up to her, putting my hand out tentatively. After a second, she took it and squeezed it hard. "What do you want Princess..." I whispered. "I want...." she began. I tucked one hand under her chin and raised her face to look at me. As I gazed into her eyes, I smiled gently. "Tell me Amanda, what do you want.." It came out in a rush, "I want you show me how a man is supposed to treat a woman....Not...not a whore!" as she collapsed in my arms crying. I gathered her sitting across my lap and sat down cradling her whispering "It's okay, I'm here." over and over into her ear until she stopped sobbing. She turned her face to within inches of mine, her look pleading. "Will you Duncan, please?" I touched her cheek with one hand as I angled slowly in for a kiss. She leaned into me, her lips meeting mine. I could taste the salt from her tears, and vowed to myself to help her find joy... I was in no rush to move, I put one hand behind her neck and simply sat there kissing her, softly and slowly. Her lips were hard at first, but as she relaxed more, her lips grew softer and her kisses grew deeper. She put her hands on my chest and clutched my shirt to her as her tongue slowly opened her lips and our kissing got wetter and longer. We played with the tips of our tongues for a while until her hands slid around my back pulling me closer. Her exploring tongue got more active, at one point I just sucked on it like a small penis. She "Mmmmmmm"ed deep in her throat. Determined to let her set the pace, I shifted her slightly off of my growing member. Picking her up was fairly easy because she was so small. Her eyes were closed as I moved to pull her more onto my thigh and off my penis, but she had other ideas. She shifted her position from across my lap to sitting directly on it. As she sat down, she pulled her legs around my back and put her arms around my neck. I put my hands on her back, one down lower on her back, one up just below her neck. She left some space between our chests, and continued kissing me deeply. She began running her hands through my hair as she slowly but surely pulled in closer. I felt her nipples first, and they were rock hard. What surprised me most was the width of them. Amanda has a gymnast's physique. She is about 5'3", and from the legs that were encircling me, very strong. Her boobs were firm and the nickle width nipples were poking me in the chest like two hard fingers. She brushed them against my chest back and forth several times, her breath catching in her throat with each contact. By now, the steel pipe in my pants was at full attention, but I wasn't going to rush anything, especially with Amanda. Candy had been so active, Lake so aggressive, but Amanda was setting her own pace. I didn't move, except to run up and down her back with my hands, just stimulating the skin, not making any moves whatsoever. Her hips began to move, tentatively at first, but then with more energy. She seemed to be relaxing more and more. She folded her knees under her so they to either side of my hips and started rocking back and forth in earnest. I just sat there enjoying her kisses and the pelvic shuffle she was doing all over my groin. I brushed my hand over her ass, eliciting a strong moan as her eyes shot open. When she didn't pull back, I did it again. Her eyes half closed, giving her that sultry lusty look as she smiled around our dancing tongues. Jamming her tongue in my mouth, she started jerking her hips faster and faster over my jean clad penis. I slid both hands down to the globes of her ass and let her movements direct where I would touch with my fingertips. It must have driven her wild because she broke off the kiss, threw her head back and jammed her pelvis down into my crotch, humping wildly. She moaned loud and incoherently, throwing her head from side to side. She looked DAMN sexy coming like that. If this was the reaction I had from her grinding my panties on my jeans, I couldn't wait to see her come having my monster sheathed inside her. She fell against my chest, breathing heavily. I let her catch her breath, holding her close. As her eyes came back into focus she flashed her pearly whites at me. "Oh Duncan....WOW!" She began giggling madly and only stopped to kiss me again. Again, I let her set the direction and the pace. She had her hands on either side of my head, trying to jam as much of her tongue into my mouth as possible. She rose off her knees, and pushed me onto my back. She sat up and stated undoing the buttons on my shirt, exposing my chest. She licked her lips as she undid the last one an slowly pulled my shirt open. My hands slid around her ass, caressing her globes lightly. The skin on her ass must be really sensitive, because she closed her eyes and moaned again, her hips beginning to move. She grimaced opening her eyes. "Lets get off the floor, my knees are starting to hurt." As she began to get up, I hugged her close around my waist and pushed myself off the floor with my arm that wasn't holding her to me. She giggled as I pulled her in close, locking her legs around my waist. I stood up and sat her down on the counter, kissing her neck, eliciting a sexy Mmmmmmmm. Okay, now I knew I had a tactile woman on my hands. There are many types of women, Candy liked depth, Lake liked it hard and fast. Amanda was one of those women who touch drove them nuts. The sensitivity on the skin could be used to arouse and delight the person, and I planned on using it tonight. I kissed my way down to her collar bone, my hands alternating clutching one ass cheek and then the other. "Ohhh Duncan....this feels so oh oh nice...mmmmmmmmm" she whispered. "You don't have to whisper sweetie," i said into her neck as she tipped her head back, "it's just you and me tonight." "Take me upstairs Duncan, please take me..." she said, lust adding volume to her words. When I didn't immediately move, she pushed me back and dropped off the counter. The skirt that had been riding up over her hips was slightly off, and the look in her eyes was fairly wild at this point. I didn't question her when she grabbed my hand, pulling me out of the kitchen. I had thought to direct her into the living room, but she had other ideas. She moved to the stairs and I came up behind her holding her hand. Seeing her intent was my room, I swept her up in my arms making her squeal and took the stairs two by two. I realized this might have scared her, so when we got to the top, I began to put her down. She clung to me, shaking her head. She whispered, "Don't let go" as she closed her eyes and kissed me. Her lips were soft and warm, her desparate need gone with her orgasm, she gave me the impression that I needed to slow down again. She kept her arms around my neck as I opened the door to my room and went inside. The room had been changed in the two hours since I had left. My bed had been moved to the center of the room, and the plain wrought iron canopy was draped with silk. Candles were lit all around the room, giving the whole place a romantic cast. I knew this was mostly Sam's work, you could see her signature on everything from the bottle of champagne set on a low table by the fireplace(yeah, I have one in my room) with the couch cushions spread around it in a semi-circle to the placement of the candles and the robes set out on the bed. I normally don't enjoy having scripted sex(I dated a woman once who had a pattern and couldn't come if you broke it - whacko chica!), but I had a feeling that Amanda would feel more at ease knowing what came when and all that. I set her down by the fire and she kneeled down at the low table picking up the two champagne flutes. I kneeled down next to her and picked up the bottle, my eyes never leaving hers. She was trembling slightly, but the smile on her face and the lack of sadness in her eyes told me it was in anticipation, not nerves. The cork popping out of the bottle surprised us both, but she managed to catch most of the initial fizz and I poured out for both of us. I had thought to say something corny, or heartfelt, but as we knelt down facing one another, she put a small hand to my lips. She just smiled and held out her glass. I tinked mine to hers and took a long pull of the champagne. Doing the same, she put her glass on the table, reaching out and taking mine as well. I sat back on my feet and waited for her to make the next move. She turned back with a smile and knelt right in front of me once more. Her movements were hesitant at first, but she pushed the opened shirt off my shoulders, exposing my chest and arms. She drank in the muscled tan skin, lightly dusted with light brown hair. Her small hands moved over my skin, touching very lightly, raising goosebumps as I became supersensitive. I had never been with someone so gentle, and it was getting me aroused. The arousal was slow to build, like a fire lit from within, and stoked slowly to burn hotter. She looked at my face from time to time, but continued running her hands around my body. My dick began to twitch slightly from being ignored, it was almost painful in it's hardness. She glanced down and saw the outline of it through my pants. Her mouth opened with a slight gasp, and her hands moved down my chest, past my stomach right onto my member. Her feather light touch was maddening, making it harder than I thought possible. I shifted slightly, causing tip to poke out of the top of my pants. Fingers still brushing back and forth over it's length, she licked her lips. Leaning into me, she licked first one nipple, than the other. Her warm breath and lazy tongue caused my nipples to stiffen and I hissed a breath between my teeth. My body was on fire and I needed release. She seemed to think of that for as she took my nipple between her teeth and softly bit it, she undid the buttons on my jeans, releasing my throbbing penis. I looked down past her tongue dancing on my nipple to see her small hand fish my prick out of my underwear. I knew she was small, but seeing her hand making it only 3/4 of the way around the width of my cock made me realize just how tiny she was. She jacked it up and down a couple of times, making me moan deeply. I knew it wouldn't be long now thanks to the electricity running through my skin. The head of my member was a deep purple, and it was bloated larger than ever before. I could feel the individual veins as she ran her hand lightly around the shaft turning her wrist so that she could encircle it with each pass. Her other hand reached into my underwear, helping me shift my pants off my hips. I reached down with both hands and pulled them all the way off, her lips never leaving my chest, hand still pumping my rock hard penis. She leaned up suddenly, kissed me deeply with her tongue, and then ran her tongue from my neck down to my crotch. "Ooooooohhhhhhhhh" I cried loudly as a shock hit me right in the base of my scrotum. "Ohh aMANda...." She smiled, coming back up to my neck, doing it again, this time getting closer to the base of my member. It was hard, purple and twitching. Instead of coming back up for a third pass, she ran her tongue up the side of my penis, put the head in her mouth for a suck or two, and ran her tongue down the other side to bathe my balls in her saliva. I clutched her shoulders crying, "Com come coming.....ing....uhg nnnnnnngggghhhhhh" her head shot up in surprise as I blasted off. Long hot ropy strings of come shot out and splattered me in the chest. I managed to keep most of it on me and only hit her with a drop or two. I fell back in a partial faint. I had never come so hard in my life from such tenderness and slow love making. I blinked my eyes several times as she smiled at me. She took a rag from somewhere and mopped up the mess on my chest. It seemed like she did have everything in hand, literally:). After she finished cleaning me up, not that I could really move anyway, she stood up in front of the fire. Taking a quick sip from her glass, she took a step closer to the fire and reached up and undid the first three buttons on her white shirt. She slowly reached down and undid the buttons at her wrists, and slid the whole thing over her head, her hair spilling back into place as she let the shirt fall from her hands next to her. The black bra was all sexy lace, and it matched the color of her hair, setting off the mounds of her creamy white breasts perfectly. She crinkled her button nose cooing at me. I grinned happily, feeling my spent member begin to twitch once more. She slid her thumbs inside her black skirt and began to push it down slowly. I could see the tops of her matching black panties as she slowly moved the fabric over her hips. She bent forward, bending down to push it over the swell of her ass, exposing some excellent cleavage. As the skirt finally cleared her ass and fell into a puddle at her feet, I realized that she wasn't wearing panties at all, it was a garterbelt and stockings. Her black bush was exposed, wet and just waiting for the right man to worship it. Standing in front of the fire was Amanda in all of her glory, and I saw the goddess once more. All three girls were so different, but so similar. In ancient religions, the goddess was worshiped in many forms, and had many faces. Seeing Amanda clad in black stockings and lace, her skin glowing, her nipples hard and erect, I knew that I faced the goddess once more. I felt like a priest, worshipping her. As I moved up to kneel in front of her, she put her hands on my head, running her fingers through my hair. The look in her eyes was smouldering lust as she moved my head slowly towards her dripping sex. As my head moved in closer, I could smell her in the air, and it was potent. Not smelly, or dirty, just magical. Her sex oozed a sensuality that I just had to taste. I kissed in the bush above the opening, eliciting a strong moan. The taste of her skin alone was enough to make my prick swell up fully with blood and pulse. I reached my hands around her stocking clad legs, caressing the skin behind her knees. Her breathing was getting heavy as her hands pushed my face down lower. Rather than tease her, I ran my tongue through her slippery folds, flicking my tongue at the end where I thought her clit would be. I was rewarded with a loud "OOOOOHHHH!" I ran my hands up the backs of her legs as my tongue began another pass upward from the base of her lips to the top of her clit. I did this a few times until her moans were constant and my hands were cupping the rounded globes of her ass. I slid my hand under the garter and clutched them as I darted my tongue across her clit. Her hands pushed my face into her pussy as she screamed in ecstacy. She stood there trembling as I ran my tongue lazily up and down the folds of her silky vagina. The lips were slightly swollen now and she was still dripping wet. I ran my hands up her back, slowly pulling her down into my lap, kissing her belly button, the swell between her breasts, her neck, finding her mouth once more. Her tongue darted inside my mouth, tasting her nectar on my lips and cheeks. With my hands under her ass, I slid the lips of her pussy down along my erect penis. Her back arched as she sucked my tongue into her mouth. I pulled her up and down along it's hard length, letting her get it all slicked up and feel the veins in the outside of it. Her hips bucked forward when I reached the bottom of my cock, sliding up to the tip, the friction sending sparks through her clit. When she reached the head, she shifted her hips forward once more, placing the purple mushroom cap of my dick at the entrance to her slit. The outside of my cock was bathed in her juice as she began to move painfully slowly down onto my penis. I could feel the head part her lips as her mouth opened and she gasped into my open mouth. I licked around her lips as she uttered small "oh oh oh oh ohmigod, oh oh oh oh ohmyGOD" over and over. At this point the only the head was inside her and she bobbed up and down, the muscles in her wet pussy stretching to fit. Her eyes were screwed shut in concentration as she bobbed up and down on the head of my 9 inch penis. I ran my hands around her ass clutching it gently. Her muscles twitched inside her, hugging my cock as she took another inch or two. I was about a third of the way in and her burning, rippling pussy was making it hard to hold back from slamming her down onto me. As she bobbed up and down on me it occurred to me that part of it was getting used to the size, and part of it was her pace. She liked things slow. No banging for this girl...woman....goddess. She liked it slow and easy. She opened her eyes and looked at me with that smouldering lustful look and slowly but surely bobbed the rest of the way down my throbbing penis. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmnnnnnnnngggggghhhhhhhhhooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh Duncan....." she purred. I could feel it in her throat it was so primal. She wrapped her legs around my waist, rubbing my hips with the fabric of her nylons. It was sexy as hell and made my dick twitch inside her. She let go of my neck and reached behind her, undoing the clasp on her lacy bra. I shifted my hips a bit and reached around behind her pulling the straps over her shoulders and down her arms. She managed to keep the cups on after taking the straps off, and slowly let it slide off of her chest, squeezing my dick at the same time with her well muscled vagina. Candy's tits were big, and soft. Lake's were a little smaller, but firmer and her nipples were pretty sensitive. Amanda on the other hand, had firm, high globes topped with those thick nipples I had felt before. They were a little more than a handful and the areola covered a large part around her thick nipples. I couldn't wait to taste them. As she began moving her hips, I licked my lips and slid one hand behind her back to support her. I leaned her back as I slid my other hand under her ass, pulling her up slightly. As I ran my tongue around her left nipple, I slid her slowly down onto my cock. She moaned loudly, saying "Again...." Suiting actions to words, I licked her nipple a bit harder, and slid her down my cock again. She moaned even louder, "OoooOhhhhh, Again.." This went on for several minutes, her head thrown back, her mouth wide. When I got to the point where I had my penis resting on the entrance to her slit, and her nipple sucked hard in my mouth, I held her hips up in place and shot my hips up into her, my dick sheathing in her velvet again and again. I could feel the tickle in the base of my cock as I heard her scream "Don't stop, don't ooohhhhhhh, Duncan, don't stop......Please!!!!!" I buried my cock in her slit over and over as she ground her hips down onto my throbbing cock. I thrust one last time as I came inside her, bathing her vaginal walls with my hot sperm. I am not sure what it was, or why it kept happening, but as my shrinking member slid out of her, I passed out enfolding the goddess in my embrace. She had shown me three faces so far, and I was her willing priest.