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Archive name: amanda1.txt (M+/F, wife, nc)
Authors name: MercySlayer (mercyslayer@yahoo.com)
Story title : Amanda's First Time

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Amanda's First Time (M+/F, wife, nc)
By MercySlayer (mercyslayer@yahoo.com)

***

Amanda had been so excited when her husband Dan invited 
her to go to Philadelphia with him on the business trip. 
As a young woman from the South, Amanda had never 
traveled up North before, especially not by plane. She 
was fascinated by the size of the city. She and Dan had 
a wonderful meal at the downtown hotel and that evening 
Dan was so passionate with her. When Dan left for his 
meeting, Amanda found his laptop computer opened and 
still connected to the Internet. 

Although she knew it was wrong, Amanda looked at the 
history and found Dan had visited "Hotmail." Amanda used 
the "back" button to go to the web-mail page. There she 
found the email that shattered her morning. It was from 
one of Dan's female co-workers. The words burned in 
Amanda's mind as she read how "Chole" described enjoying 
Dan's company at a hotel back home. Amanda could not 
believe that a lady would discuss such things openly, 
but the words did not lie. 

At first Amanda was in shocked, but the shocked quickly 
turned to hurt as the day worn on. When Dan did not call 
or come back to the hotel for lunch, Amanda cried 
herself to sleep. She felt so betrayed. Amanda married 
Dan at just the age of 18. She was a virgin when she met 
Dan and because of her strict Southern Baptist 
background, Amanda did not let Dan have sex with her 
until they were married. Now, 18 years later at age 36, 
Amanda thought she and Dan had the perfect marriage. 
They had three beautiful children and enjoyed a 
prominent place in their community and church. 

Amanda still looked much like she did when they married. 
Her blond hair was shorter, but still just as blond. She 
worked out with a group of church women and even after 
three children, her 38C breasts were firm and perky. The 
workouts kept her hips at a slim 34 and her waist at 23 
inches which looked great on her 5 foot, six inch frame. 
Matter the fact; it was the same as when she and Dan 
were married. Amanda knew that Dan was sometimes 
frustrated with her in bed. 

With Amanda's conservative up-bringing, she could not 
bring herself to do anything more that have intercourse 
in the missionary mission. Amanda tried to have oral sex 
with Dan just once and was so disgusted with the entire 
process that she nearly threw-up. Dan quit trying to 
coax Amanda into being more adventurous in bed about 
five years ago. After reading Chole's tales of sexual 
depravity with Dan, Amanda knew the reasons why.

"And he's a Deacon in the Church," Amanda cried to 
herself.

Amanda's tears quickly turned to anger as she looked at 
the clock and saw it was after 5pm. Dan was nowhere to 
be found and all Amanda's hurt was now boiling in anger. 
Amanda showered quickly, went through her suitcase and 
threw on a pair of cotton panties, bra, and skirt and 
pink cotton blouse. She found a pair of low heeled 
shoes. Amanda checked herself in the full-length mirror 
and decided she looked pretty awesome for a woman of 36.

"I bet other men will think so too," Amanda mused as she 
left the hotel room and went to the elevator.

The elevator opened on the lobby and Amanda quickly 
walked outside to the front of the hotel. Amanda looked 
around at the large buildings and the noise of the big 
city of Philadelphia. Looking both ways, she decided on 
left and Amanda started walking briskly down the street 
determined to do something different, something that 
would hurt Dan. Amanda was not sure what that 
"something" would be, but after several blocks, she 
turned down a side street and saw a sign that flashed in 
neon the words "Kelly's Bar." 

As a Southern Baptist, Amanda never drank or danced so 
she decided that this would be the way she would get 
back at Dan. Amanda paused momentarily in front of the 
bar and her anger boiled inside her as she thought about 
Chole and her husband. Amanda held her head up as she 
walked into the bar.

It was about 6:30pm and the lighting in the bar was dim. 
Amanda stood at the entrance and surveyed the 
establishment. There was a long bar at the far end of 
the very large room. At the right was a small stage that 
would accommodate a band. In front of the stage Amanda 
noticed the dance floor about 10 x 10 in size. There 
were an assortment of table and chairs decorating the 
reminder of the bar. Amanda was relieved that there were 
only about ten people in the bar. 

Someone started the jukebox and a tune Amanda recognized 
as an old "Rolling Stones" song started to play. As 
Amanda walked toward the bar, two couples glided out to 
the dance floor. Amanda sat down and the bartender 
approached her. 

Amanda saw that he was in his fifties with a full head 
of gray hair, about 5 and half feet tall and moderately 
overweight. He wore a white apron that had multiple 
colored stains on it. The bartender threw a cardboard 
coaster on the bar in front of Amanda.

"What'll it be, Lady?" the bartender asked.

Amanda stammered and hesitated and the bartender asked 
her again.

"A beer, a... Michelob Lite," Amanda finally said, her 
Southern drawl clearly detectable to the bartender.

The bartender laughed and pulled the beer from 
underneath the bar.

"You'se aren't from around here are you?" he asked.

Amanda looked at the bottle and looked at the bartender, 
smiling.

"No, I'm visiting for a few days," she replied.

"Well, welcome to Kelly's," the bartender said and 
walked away laughing.

Amanda held the beer in her hand and looked at the 
silver label on the bottle. She was not sure what she 
was doing, but she was sure she was mad. Amanda took a 
deep breath, put the end of the bottle to her lips and 
slowly drank down two swallows of the liquid.

"Not bad," Amanda thought and took a third drink.

Amanda turned on the barstool and watched as now there 
were three couples dancing. She took a few more swallows 
of beer and the bottle was empty. As Amanda sat the 
bottle on the counter, the bartender asked if she wanted 
another. 

Before Amanda could respond, a large man said it would 
be "on" him and laid money on the counter. Amanda looked 
at the man who bought her the drink. He was very tall, 
over six feet, and very large. He wore faded jeans, 
thick heavy black boots and a tee shirt and leather 
vest. Amanda noticed his hair was long and pulled back 
into a ponytail and his face showed at least a day's 
growth of beard.

"Let's dance," the man ordered and took Amanda's hand.


Amanda started to protest, but as he pulled her from the 
stool Amanda's head started to spin from drinking the 
beer so fast. Amanda absently followed him out to the 
dance floor and was encased in his large arms to some 
vaguely familiar slow song. Amanda allowed the man to 
lead her around the dance floor. She was aware of his 
heavy chest crushing her breasts, but since this was the 
first time Amanda had danced with a man, she was not 
sure if this was normal. The song ended and the man 
released Amanda.

"Thank you," he said, "you are about the prettiest thing 
we have seen in here in a while."

Amanda blushed at the compliment and answered with a 
quiet "Thank you," again with the thick, Southern 
accent. The man smiled and walked back to the bar where 
another beer awaited Amanda. Amanda was suddenly aware 
that the bar was very warm and took the beer and drank 
about half the bottle. Now the bar was almost filled 
with people and several were on the floor dancing. 

Another man, a little smaller, but dressed similarly 
insisted that Amanda dance with him and she was led to 
the dance floor for a fast song. Amanda watched the 
women around her and tried to imitate their moves. She 
felt she looked clumsy and awkward, but her partner did 
not seem to mind as another song started and he insisted 
they stay and dance more. 

As that song ended Amanda could feel beads of sweat 
running down her back. She returned to the bar and just 
had time to finished her second beer when another man 
pulled her onto the dance floor. Men bought Amanda more 
beer and she danced with several different partners over 
the next two or three hours. Amanda was laughing and 
enjoying the attention. The men especially liked her 
accent. Amanda finished her sixth beer. Someone took the 
stage and announced that the weekly "contest" would 
start in 15 minutes. Amanda glanced at the clock and saw 
it was nearly 10 pm.

"I need to get back to the hotel," Amanda said to no one 
in particular and started for the door.

"Where do you think you're going," the first man said to 
Amanda, "you're entered in the contest."

"No, I have to get back," Amanda replied and tried to 
move toward the exit on wobbly legs.

Amanda felt a firm hand grab her arm and she was spun 
around to face the man who first bought her a drink. Her 
head was fuzzy and Amanda felt like she was being pulled 
toward the stage. Amanda was aware that the bar was now 
very crowded and many of the men were dressed similarly 
to the one pulling her toward the stage. As they got 
near the stage, Amanda's eyes focused on the design on 
the back of leather vest. 

"Fallen Angels MC," she read to herself.

Amanda looked up at the stage where there were at least 
five other women now standing and laughing. Amanda 
weakly protested as she was lifted up onto the stage to 
stand with the other five women. Amanda again announced 
she needed to leave and tried to climb down and was met 
by at least four men blocking her path. Amanda fell 
unceremoniously backwards onto her bottom, legs spread 
wide. 

Acutely aware that her skirt was above her hips and her 
cotton panties exposed, Amanda tried to clear her head 
and pull her skirt down. She could hear the yells and 
obscene comments as she stood up. 

Unable to leave the stage, Amanda hung her head down 
trying to figure a way out of her situation. The yells 
and screams continued as another large man who the crowd 
called "Big Steve" walked from woman to woman holding 
his hand over their head. As he stood beside Amanda, the 
yells from the crowd were the loudest. 

Amanda never saw the bucket of iced water in his other 
hand until Big Steve dumped it down the front of her 
blouse. Amanda gasped as the screams became louder. She 
looked down and the water soak through her pink, cotton 
blouse and bra and the wet material clung to her 38C 
breasts clearly outlining every dimple. 

Sudden fear mixed with the coldness of the water caused 
her nipples to become rock hard straining against the 
pink material. Amanda tried to pull the blouse away from 
her breasts and Big Steve slapped her hands away. Amanda 
started to cry as the screams became louder.

"We have a winner," Big Steve announced and the other 
women quickly exited the stage leaving Amanda alone with 
Big Steve. "Now, let's get them clothes off you little, 
Southern tart."

Amanda heard the shouts and yells from the crowds. The 
suggestions and comments were so vile and obscene. She 
could not believe her ears. Amanda did not even hear Big 
Steve's orders and she started to move toward the edge 
of the stage.

"God dammit," Big Steve yelled, "get them damn clothes 
off and get the show going."

Amanda felt the meaty hands on her shoulders. She was 
spun around quickly and the beer made her unsteady. 
Before Amanda could react, Big Steve grabbed the front 
of her wet blouse and in one motion ripped the front 
sending buttons flying. He then slapped Amanda hard 
across the face and repeated his order to strip. 

Amanda's head was spinning and she was disoriented. She 
could heard the crowd of men and women and felt the cool 
air against her bear chest. Dazed from the slap, Amanda 
slowly removed her blouse. Apparently she was not moving 
quick enough as Big Steve yelled into the crowd and two 
rough looking women jumped up on the stage on either 
side of Amanda. 

While Big Steve held Amanda's arms behind her back, the 
two women stripped her blouse, bra, and pulled her skirt 
from her body. Amanda struggled against the grip Big 
Steve held on her as she realized she was left in only 
her panties and shoes. Amanda's chest rose and fell 
rapidly as her fear turned to terror. Her 38C breasts 
were hard and Amanda's half-inch nipples stuck straight 
out at the crowd. The screams, yells, and shouts were 
fever pitched as one of the women hooked her fingers 
into the waistband of Amanda's panties and slowly rolled 
them over her hips. 

The crowd shouted their displeasure as the woman removed 
Amanda's panties and stood in front of her not allowing 
them to see. Amanda was in shock. As a good, Southern 
Baptist, no one but her husband had ever seen her naked. 
But then, she thought, until this night, she had never 
drank or danced before. Amanda watched in horror as the 
woman moved and displayed Amanda's naked body to the 
crowd. 

With her hands pulled behind her back by Big Steve, 
Amanda's breasts stuck out looking even larger. Big 
Steve pushed her to the edge of the stage just out of 
reach of the crowd. Amanda was panicked and her huge 
breasts rose and fell with her rapid respirations.

"Why, why did I come in here," Amanda tried to reason.

Amanda twisted and turned trying to extract herself from 
Big Steve without success.

"Look at her bush," someone yelled. "She needs a shave 
before we fuck her."

Amanda realized their disgusting comments were about her 
pubic hair. Amanda did not wear revealing clothes so she 
never trimmed her pubic region. Now it was a source of 
ridicule. More disturbing to Amanda was the four letter 
word she heard, "fuck." Although a Sunday school teacher 
and good Baptist, Amanda was not ignorant. The sound of 
that word renewed her struggles, as Amanda knew she was 
going to be raped by this crowd. Amanda finally found 
her tongue.

"Why, what is happening, you can't do this to me!" 
Amanda shouted as she felt Big Steve wrapping rope 
around her wrist and securing her hands behind her back.
"Listen, you Southern bitch, we can do whatever we 
want," Big Steve shouted and pushed Amanda toward the 
two women. "Jackie, Darla, get this pussy ready to be 
fucked."

Amanda stumbled as she was shoved across the stage into 
the arms of Jackie and Darla. The women pulled Amanda 
onto the dance floor and pushed her toward a door in the 
back of the bar. Hands came from everywhere grabbing 
Amanda's breasts, her buttocks, and any private region 
they could reach. 

With her hands tied behind her, Amanda was forced to 
hurry toward the door with Darla and Jackie to avoid 
being man-handled with the crowd. It was difficult for 
Amanda to run with her hands tied behind her back. To 
back things even more difficult, Darla and Jackie were 
slapping Amanda's bottom with their bare hands. Amanda 
was so humiliated as Jackie opened the door and pushed 
Amanda into the backroom.

Once inside the room, Amanda quickly looked around. The 
room was small, with a small, square table in the center 
and some chairs, a sink, and little else. These was one 
light bulb hanging from the ceiling. Amanda was relieved 
to be out of the crowd, but very conscious about her 
nakedness.

"Up on the table you little bitch," Jackie ordered, "on 
your back."

Amanda turned and faced the two women sobbing large 
tears.

"Please, please, why are you doing this, just let me go 
home," Amanda begged as she backed away from the two 
approaching women.

Amanda could see they were dressed in the same manner as 
most of the men in the bar. Jeans, boots, tee-shirts, 
and black vests. Amanda continued to plea at the same 
time she backed up away from the women until her 
buttocks were against the edge.

"Let you go," Darla started, "you're fresh meat, our 
Bros' out there haven't had fresh meat in a while. Now 
shut the fuck up cornpone and get up on the table."

With those words Darla shoved Amanda hard in the chest 
causing her to fall onto the table on her back and arms. 
Jackie moved quickly and flipped Amanda over. 

While Darla laid across Amanda's back, Jackie untied 
Amanda's hands. The two women easily flipped the young 
woman over again. Before Amanda could react and try to 
escape Darla tied Amanda's hands together again and 
pulled them over her head. Amanda pulled against the 
ropes as Darla stretched Amanda's arms over her head and 
attached each wrist to a leg of the table. 

 "Please, what are ya'll doin', just let me go home," 
Amanda begged.

 Darla and Jackie laughed as Amanda tightly crossed her 
legs. Darla grabbed Amanda's right ankle while Jackie 
grabbed her left.

"Make a wish!" Jackie laughed and the two women pulled 
Amanda's legs in opposite directions.

Amanda found her buttocks on the edge of the table with 
her legs secured to the table legs tightly. Amanda 
tested her bonds and found that she could not move. The 
woman disappeared and Amanda twisted and tried to free 
herself without success. Within moments they returned 
with a bucket and Jackie pulled a chair between Amanda's 
legs while Darla came up to Amanda's head.

"What are ya'll goin' do with me?" Amanda asked 
apprehensively.

Darla laughed, "This one is sure a dumb country girl."

Amanda heard the sounds of scissors and tried to look 
down where Jackie was sitting. She could feel the cool 
metal against her pubic bone as Jackie clipped Amanda's 
pubic hair. At the same time Darla's mouth went to 
Amanda's right nipple. Amanda began struggling again and 
begging the women to stop. 

Amanda could feel Darla biting and sucking at her nipple 
and was not aware of the handiwork Jackie was doing on 
her pubic region. Expertly Jackie removed the long hairs 
and started soaping up the stubby residue of hair on the 
country woman's cunt. Darla continued to pull and tug at 
Amanda's right nipple causing it to ache and hardened.

"Please, God, help me," Amanda screamed as Darla left 
Amanda's right nipple and started on the left.

Amanda started bucking her hips up and down when she 
felt the razor on her vaginal labia.

"Bitch, be still or I'll cut you," Jackie ordered.

Amanda was panicked and continued to buck and move her 
hips trying to avoid the razor.

"Make her stop," Jackie said to Darla.

Darla grinned with Amanda's left nipple between her 
teeth. Amanda screamed as Darla bit down hard on the 
nipple bringing a trickle of blood from the sensitive 
bud. 

"She'll bite the damn thing off if you don't keep 
still," Jackie yell at Amanda.

Amanda froze and prayed silently as Darla released her 
ravaged nipple. She looked down at her tormented nipples 
and was amazed to see how long and hard they both were. 
The woman sucked them so hard that Amanda could feel 
that both of her nipples were engorged with blood pulled 
into them. 

Amanda tried to hold still as she heard the razor 
scraping away the hair on her labia, mons, and then 
around her anus. She tried to watch Darla as she dug 
into a bag and brought out a ominous looking chain. 

"God, please, no more," Amanda begged as Darla placed 
the clamps attached to the chain to Amanda's nipples.

The pain was intense as Amanda could pull her eyes from 
the site of her nipples trapped between the two clamps 
with a thick chain between them. She started to protest 
when Amanda felt something wet between her labia.

"Ohhhhhh, please, I am begging ya'll, don't do that, 
please stop," Amanda pleaded.

Jackie worked her tongue around and around Amanda's 
clit. The now clean-shaven cunt was too inviting and 
Jackie wanted to see if Amanda would respond. Within 
seconds Jackie felt Amanda's clit hardened in response 
to her tongue. Jackie swirl her tongue lightly across 
the end of the erect bud and was rewarded with a flood 
of Amanda's juices.

"Please, don't do that, please not there," Amanda 
continued.

Jackie looked up from between Amanda's legs and watched 
as Darla pulled on the chain attached to Amanda's 
nipples. Jackie resumed her attention to the Southern 
woman's clit feeling Amanda's now bald cunt lips filling 
with blood. Jackie could hear Amanda's whimpering 
protests as Darla pulled the chain harder and Amanda's 
38C tits followed, the clamps securely attached to her 
nipples. Jackie took Amanda's clit between her lips and 
gently sucked as more of her cunt juices flowed.

"Please, stop touching me down there, please," Amanda 
half-heartedly begged.

Amanda was unsure what was happening to her. Although 
her tits were stretched outward with the nipples caught 
in the clamps of the chain, the pain was almost 
pleasurable. Amanda was most disturbed by the little 
shocks of electrical excitement that coursed through her 
body. The longer Jackie's tongue was down in Amanda's 
private parts; Amanda's resistance was lessening. Amanda 
knew she had to escape, but Jackie's tongue felt so 
good. 

Amanda was not sure what Jackie was doing but she was 
sure Dan never did anything like that before. Amanda 
noticed her respirations were shallow and rapid. She 
could feel her hips involuntary moving in a circular 
motion with Jackie's tongue. Amanda licked her lips and 
felt a little bead of sweat on her upper lip. Darla was 
pulling the chain harder almost tearing Amanda's nipples 
from her body, yet Amanda was enjoying the pain coupled 
with Jackie's attention to her nether regions.

"What is happening to me?" Amanda wondered as a moan 
escaped her lips.

Jackie could feel the moisture increasing between 
Amanda's labia as she continued to torment the Southern 
girl's clit. Jackie listened as the groans of protest 
turned to moans of enjoyment. 

Amanda's entire body glistened with sweat and Jackie 
took noticed of Amanda's hips starting to move and grind 
toward Jackie's tongue. Jackie started darting her 
tongue in and out of Amanda's wet hole. Amanda responded 
by bouncing her hips and pushing herself against the 
bonds trying to get more of Jackie's tongue inside her.

"Oh noooooo," Amanda screamed. "What's happening, 
ahhhhhh, ohhhhhhhh, please 
don't stop, pleassssssee!"

Jackie stopped her tongue and laughed as Amanda thrust 
her hips searching for the source of her pleasure. Now 
it was Jackie's turn to hear the church-going, proper 
Southern woman beg.

"What, what do you want me to do?" Jackie asked Amanda 
mockingly.

"Please don't stop doing that, please do it some more," 
Amanda pleaded and moaned.

"Do what, lick your pussy?" Jackie laughed, "Then beg 
me, bitch."

"No, I can't, I've never said words like that, just do 
it some more, please," Amanda replied.

Jackie started to get up. She told Darla to release 
Amanda's tits.

"No, no, please don't stop, I'll say it, just don't 
stop," Amanda begged.

Darla and Jackie laughed and waited. Darla started to 
release the tension on Amanda's breasts.

"Please, lick it," Amanda finally said.

"Not good enough," Jackie reply and got up from between 
Amanda's thighs.

"No, okay, okay, please lick my... my pussy," Amanda 
whisper.

"What, I didn't hear you," Amanda chuckled.

"Lick my pussy, please, lick my pussy, lick my pussy," 
Amanda repeated.

Jackie sat down again between Amanda's legs and started 
sucking Amanda's clit again. Darla slowly pulled the 
chain and pulled Amanda's nipples stretching her tits. 
Amanda started to twisted and jerk throwing her head 
from side to side and screaming.

"Ohhhhh, that feels sooooo good, please lick my pussy, 
lick my pussy, ahhhhhh, yes, yes, yes!" Amanda spasmed 
with her very first orgasm. "Please stop, no don't stop, 
yes, yes, please stop, I can't stand it," Amanda started 
begging as she experienced a second orgasm just as the 
first subsided. 

Amanda thought she was going crazy. The intense pain in 
her nipples was heightening the pleasure she was feeling 
from Jackie's tongue. As Jackie and Darla left Amanda 
along, Amanda moaned, somewhere between orgasm and 
consciousness. Jackie and Darla just smiled at each 
other as Jackie affixed cuffs to Amanda's ankles. 

The cuffs were attached by a 12 inch piece of chain to 
stop Amanda from running and to provide a means of 
controlling her. Darla next ran another chain from the 
one between Amanda's tits and underneath the ankle chain 
to provide a lead. Amanda was oblivious to the actions 
of the two women as she tried to recover from the first 
and second orgasm of her life.

Darla and Jackie released Amanda and pulled her to her 
feet. Amanda slowly returned to reality from her intense 
pleasure. Amanda started to sob as she realized what she 
allowed to happen to her. Not only was Amanda guilty of 
experiencing pleasure, but she received that pleasure 
from another woman. Amanda's Southern Baptist past left 
her racked with guilt and embarrassment as she stood up.

"Please, you have succeeded in humiliating me, please 
let me go," Amanda asked, head hanging down.

"Are you kidding," Jackie responded, "you were the one 
chosen, the winner, we've got you ready, now it's time 
to let the Fallen Angels have you."

Amanda jerked suddenly as Darla yanked her chain. The 
pain in Amanda's tits was intense. The direction of the 
chain pulled Amanda toward her feet bending her at the 
waist. Amanda could see her clean shaven "pussy," moist 
now from her own juices. Amanda's 38C tits were pulled 
almost to her shoulders and Amanda could feel the 
coolness of the room on her bare private parts. Just as 
suddenly as the chain was pulled, Darla released it.

"Perfect," said Jackie as the two led Amanda back into 
the bar.

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