Sex in the Sky

Chapter 16

“I’ll do the dishes, you go write.”

I clutched the edge of the table and pretended to swoon. “I’ve been waiting my whole life to hear those words.”

Daniel rolled his eyes and snickered, but in a way, it was true. I pretty much gave up on the relationship thing when Neil moved out. Before that, really. Before he ever moved in. Obviously, there was no man out there who could deal with my need for space and time to myself. They claimed they could. Maybe in the beginning, they even tried; but the accusations always came around like the same song on repeat. “”You’re self absorbed, you don’t care about my needs, you spend more time in front of that computer than you do with me.”"

Neil used to get so angry with me because I’d spend evenings in my office, where he was not allowed, with the door closed instead of going to clubs with him. ” “Why do you even want me here?”" he asked and in the end, the answer was, I didn’t. Maybe Daniel really did understand. Maybe he was the one man who could accept me the way I am but it didn’t matter, did it? These few days of constant togetherness pushed us into an accelerated mode and things were moving so much faster than they normally would in the outside world. We’d never relate the same way when it was over, even if we did see each other again, and I doubted we would. It would never work, our lives were too different, we were too different.

But the fact that he’d noticed my distraction while we were eating, the way I flipped through my notebook and stared off into space, and knew I had to write made me feel a spark of hope that there might be someone out there for me after all.

Still, I hesitated. “But what are you going to do?” I asked uncertainly. I’d been made to feel like a shit so many times for wanting to write instead of “spending quality time” with someone that the guilt still lingered.

“Oh, don’t worry about me, I can always find something to do.” He was already pouring hot water from the pot on the stove into the sink for dishwater and he turned his head and gave me that smile that made my heart skip. “Shit,” I cringed inwardly. “I’ll probably read for awhile. I saw some copies of your books in the bookcase and having time to just sit and read is rare for me. Now would you go?”

Just another second of hesitation because I couldn’t quite believe he meant it, but he gave me an expectant look so I grabbed the notebook off the table. God, it had been a long time since I wrote anything longhand, but I used to do it for hours and hours upstairs at my desk, the view from the window nothing but acres of fields, swirling wheat or bright green corn, changing with the seasons. So cold up here, but that was nothing new. I grinned as I dragged the kerosene heater upstairs and set it next to my desk. Grandpa would never let me have it in here because of the risk of fire but now that I could have as much heat as I wanted, I’d long ago decided I was never going to be cold again.

Wrapping a blanket around my feet, I sank down into my old desk chair. At first, I wrote facing the door because I kept glancing up every ten minutes expecting Daniel to come through the door with some excuse to interrupt me, like a cup of tea. That’s what Neil used to do and I tried to be nice about it, but it always got on my nerves. If I wanted tea, I would’ve come downstairs to get it.

After awhile, when Daniel never made the trip upstairs, I relaxed and forgot about it. The next time I looked up with any real awareness of my surroundings the wintry late afternoon light was fading outside. The snowy fields spread in every direction, turning shades of gray and blue; the wind rattled my windowpane and I grinned as I stuffed an old sock along the base of the window to keep out the persistent draft. This old house never changed.

Downstairs, Daniel was curled up on the couch with a quilt and a book in his lap, the oil lamp casting light on the page from behind his shoulder. He smiled when I flopped down next to him and stretched.

“What time is it?”

“Getting close to five.” He flipped the book upside down on the coffee table to hold his place. It was one of my earlier works, Dark Beauty. I grimaced.

“That’s not a very good one.”

“I’m enjoying it.” Daniel lifted the edge quilt and I slid under it next to him, snuggling down into the warmth, letting my head fall on his shoulder. He smelled fucking delicious. “Get a lot of work done?” he asked, wrapping his arm around me.

“Hmmm? Oh…. yeah, I guess so.” I closed my eyes halfway. I wasn’t sleepy, exactly, just still half in my fantasy world, and totally relaxed and content with his warmth surrounding me. As the fireplace crackled and popped, I watched the blue flame lick at the logs through my heavy eyelids. Daniel’s thigh pressed against mine under the quilt and I put my hand on it so I could feel the muscle under the smooth, worn denim.

“Whatcha writing about? A strong-minded heroine who bucks social convention and follows her heart?” he grinned.

I laughed. He’d picked up the theme to most of my books quickly.

“No, not this time.”

“Well, what is it then? I’m interested.”

“Oh… It’s stupid really.” I blushed and talked too fast, the way I did when I got embarrassed. I hated talking about my work while it was still in the drafting phase, when the idea was so ephemeral that any criticism or negativity could kill it. “Earth has finally used up nearly all its natural resources and so the scientific community sends small groups of researchers into space to explore unknown planets and do experiments and surveys, to see if they can be mined for sources of energy.”

“A sci-fi story,” Daniel said, smiling with satisfaction. I blushed deeper and nodded.

“Yeah. I mean, it’ll never sell or anything, I’m just writing it for fun. I’ll probably never finish it.”

“Who cares? Tell me more, it sounds interesting.”

“Okay.” I took a deep breath and plowed on. “So one particular group of scientists are headed to the planet KRS12. There’s a malfunction with their craft and it crashes on the planet, and everyone dies except a small boy. He’s rescued by the native race on this planet and a family takes him in and raises him as one of their own. He remembers his first name is Duncan but he grows up not knowing anything of who he is, or his parents, or his own race.”

“And what is the native race like? Is the planet like Earth?”

“Uh, kind of. The natives call the planet Osari. The basic makeup is like Earth, the atmosphere and all, so the Osarians are very similar to humans.” Up until now, I had no idea what the planet was called. It was coming to me in flashes while I talked, like a movie in my head. “But they’re different you see, because they’ve adapted completely to life on their planet, and Osari is mostly covered in water. What land there is, is marshy or rocky.”

Daniel smiled, watching the genesis of my inspiration play on my face. I couldn’t stop grinning because it was all so vivid and I was exhilarated by the clarity in my mind’s eye. This didn’t happen very often but when it did, it was very exciting. “And because they’re surrounded by water…?”

“They’ve evolved with gills. They’re amphibious.” I looked at him and laughed with sheer amazement. “Just how the fuck do you know exactly the right question to ask anyway?”

“I dunno, it just seems obvious,” he shrugged.

He pulled his legs up and crossed them underneath him on the couch cushion, leaning forward so the quilt fell off his shoulders. The firelight was an amber glow over his face and while I gazed at him in fascination, a wave of warmth and delight washed over me, so intense and joyous it almost scared me. I caught my breath and for a moment I was literally speechless as our eyes kept meeting, irresistibly drawn together, and I watched the corners of his eyes crinkle into those little laugh lines, and the play of his smile across his kissable lips. They parted and the tip of his pink tongue peeked out to wet them and I knew he could feel my hand trembling slightly on his thigh. I didn’t know whether I was happy or totally horrified at these feelings I thought were gone forever.

“Shit. Why now? Why him? Why always someone I can’t have?”

“So,” he finally said softly. The resonance was there and I knew that he was deliberately interrupting it, deflecting it. I got the feeling this was just as scary for him as it was for me; we were both fighting it and both slowly losing. “Tell me more about Duncan. How does he fit in with the Osarians, when he can’t breathe underwater?”

I pulled my hand off his leg and crossed my arms. Self-preservation, this. We could fuck, but nothing more. “Well, he knows he’s different and the other boys torment him. They hold him underwater until he almost drowns and things like that. But his adoptive family has a son, Kai, and they’re raised like brothers and they’re best friends. Kai will never let anything happen to Duncan. He always seems to appear just in time whenever Duncan’s in trouble. It’s when they’re almost grown that the mining ships from Earth appear.” I leaned back against the couch again and shrugged. “That’s all I’ve got so far.”

“It’s a very good start,” Daniel nodded.

“Don’t expect a share of the royalties,” I joked. “Now, what about that rum and Coke? Did you put the Coke out on the porch to keep it cold?”

“Yeah… that’s a good system,” he said as he pushed the quilt off and went through the kitchen doorway. I stayed where I was staring at the fire, pulling the quilt up to my neck.

“It’s handy on holidays. We put a lot of food out there to stay cold.” I laughed at a memory. “One year, Gran had all the pies on the floor out there, and someone left the door open and the dog got in. He ate the middle out of all the pies before we caught him. It was so funny. My poor grandma, she didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.”

“Oh no, what did you do?” he called.

“Just cut around the dog-eaten part and ate them anyway.” I laughed. City folks would’ve thrown the pies away and ran to the grocery store to buy more.

A cool glass of rum and Coke slid into my hand and Daniel perched on the coffee table with his drink. I could tell he was getting restless from sitting around the house all day. He wasn’t used to being trapped indoors, and even before the ice storm he’d been sitting in a car for a couple of days. The inactivity was starting to bother him.

“So Ry, what about your parents? You never talk about them. I’m guessing this is your dad’s family here, since you have their last name?”

“No, my mom’s. My parents never got married. That’s her and me in that picture.” I pointed at a framed picture on the wall of my mom, very young, holding me as a small boy under a tree bright with golden autumn leaves. Her long strawberry hair blew across her face and she was laughing, while I stared into the camera with big serious eyes. Even at that age, I took life very seriously.

“You look like her,” he decided after looking at the picture for a minute. The whole wall was covered with pictures and portraits of the whole family, including me. Ugh. I looked so dorky with my red hair and braces. “If you don’t mind me asking, how did she die?”

“She’s not dead either,” I said with a grin. “My whole family is disappointingly alive and well. She just decided I was too much responsibility and I’ve lived here with my grandparents since I was about eight years old. Right now she lives on some Indian reservation out in Ronan, Montana with some guy I’ve never met.” I shrugged.

“And your dad?”

“Joe Cochran. I don’t know him all that well. He used to come around about every summer and take me to Chicago for a week, took me to the museums and theaters and libraries, I guess so I wouldn’t be totally uncivilized living out in the cultural desert of Illinois. When I was at Northwestern, he was living in Chicago at the time and I’d see him once a month or so. Right now, he lives in Raleigh, North Carolina and restores old houses. I haven’t talked to him in awhile. He’s an all right guy, I guess.”

“Well, he has an all right son.” Daniel smiled at me over his shoulder and I made my heart not do that skipping thing. “Oh, damn.” “My dad was there, but he wasn’t around. At least not much. He was one of those cops who can’t do anything but live the job. My mom tried, but she was always locked in the bedroom with a headache. She has some kind of chronic migraine syndrome.”

“So you were all by yourself,” I said softly.

He paced up and down the room, looking at the pictures on the wall with his arms crossed restlessly over his chest. “No, never. I had to take care of my little sisters. They’re twins, five years younger. I barely remember a time when I wasn’t changing their diapers, feeding them and helping them with their homework. I fixed more school lunches than my mother did, I’m sure.”

“That’s a lot of responsibility for a kid.” It fit him though, his strength and his independence and his fierce dedication, his need to save the world. But I couldn’t help but wonder who was going to save him, what it would take to mend what was broken inside him, that he would never show to anyone.

“Yeah, I guess it is, but I managed.” He sat back down on the edge of the coffee table and gulped his drink. “I wasn’t like you. I had girlfriends and everything, no boys. I didn’t really know why it never seemed right with any of those poor girls. I thought I was going to marry one of them when I got out of the Army.”

“So you didn’t know?” I asked curiously. I just couldn’t reconcile doubt and uncertainty with Daniel, but I knew it was a fact, a condition of being what we are. We all have to travel a road, he’d found his somehow as we all did, gone through the same hell and come out on the other side. My heart just forced me to go through it at a much younger age than he did. “I just can’t imagine not even suspecting.”

“I knew. I just wouldn’t let myself think about it. I thought it would go away if I just ignored it and never acted on it. If I went into the Army and did everything I was supposed to and married a nice girl and had kids, I could just be normal. You know, normal and miserable.” He shrugged irritably. “And my dad would’ve thrown me out if he ever suspected. So, I joined the Army right after high school and got the fuck out of there as fast as I could.”

I sat up, close to his knees, and just watched him, just listened. He’d never talked about himself like this before, and he might never again.

“The American public has no idea what really went on over there in the desert.” He stopped, and I sat and waited but I didn’t ask. I’d known enough Viet Nam vets - friends of my mother’s, broken, wandering in and out of my life - to know not to ask. He’d never talk about it. I had a strong urge to wrap my arms around him and hold him but I seriously doubted he’d let me, so I stayed where I was, just waiting for him to talk when he got ready to. When he did, he started at a totally different point, skipping over that part.

“I had a lot of sex while I was in the Army, and when I got out and came back to Tallahassee. It was a thrill and I got addicted to adrenaline over in the Gulf. I became a vice cop just like my old man and I was just like him, married to the job, only with no wife and kids to neglect. Chase bad guys all day and fuck all night and the hell with the danger in either one.”

“What finally stopped you?” I asked softly, because it seemed empty and sad as hell to me. Something had changed him, something had anchored him and I was starting to see that the anchor was gone and beneath his world-saving exterior, he was lost.

“Dear old Dad got gunned down by a dealer. He should’ve been retired by then, but he just couldn’t let go. They were about to pension him off and then he got himself killed instead.”

There was the unresolved pain of losing a father he could never get close to, but that wasn’t it. What else? I said in my mind, but I didn’t ask, and Daniel didn’t tell me. He tipped back his drink and finished it off, and then stood up and asked me what I wanted for dinner.

“”You’re going to cook?”" This amused me for some reason, possibly having to do with the very strong, un-iced rum and Diet Coke I’d just polished off.

“Hey, I’ve been known to cook.” He gave me a playful shove, knocking me over sideways on the couch. “We have ham and cheese and eggs. I can make omelets.”

“On a woodstove? Fix me another drink while you’re in there, why don’t you. And this time, put some ice in it.”

“We don’t have any fucking ice.” He dropped down over me and unerringly found my ticklish spot under my arms. I screamed and doubled over, clutching my ribs as I tried to roll away under his relentless tickling.

“If you open the front door, you can just chip some off the porch rail, genius.” I kicked at him, laughing hysterically. “Oh god, Daniel, stop… please stop.” Thud. I hit the floor, curled into a ball and lay still, clutching my ribs. He stopped short, looking down at me in concern.

“You okay?”

“Happy now? I’m going to get you for that,” I promised.

“Mmm, I can’t wait for my punishment.” He pulled me up and I growled, because I couldn’t stay mad when he purred into my ear in that sexy voice, pressing his body against mine. His hand ran over my back and rubbed the spot where I fell, making my cock twitch. “I’ll make you feel all better.”

“Okay. But I want dinner first. And don’t burn my toast.”

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Chapter 17

W-E-L-S-H

“Ha! Double letter score on the W plus a double word score, that’s thirty points,” Daniel gloated. “Read it and weep, PhD. boy.”

I didn’t take the time to mention my lack of a diploma. “You can’t use that word, that’s not a word.”

“The hell it isn’t. Since when is Welsh not a word?” he protested. The rum made it hard to spell so he was excited to have a decent word at last, after staring at the tiles blankly for several turns only to end up with words like “and.”

“It’s a word, but it’s proper and you can’t use proper words in Scrabble. It’s not legal.”

“Says who?”

“The rules say no slang and no proper words, and that includes names of countries. ‘Welsh’ is an adjective but it still counts as proper. I’ll find it for you.” I dove for the rulebook and started looking it up but he grabbed the paper away from me and held it out of my reach, smirking while I grabbed for it over his shoulders. We were on the floor in front of the fireplace with the Scrabble board between us and my knee hit the board and made the tiles jump and slide into chaos. “Dammit, Daniel, the game.”

“Screw the game. That’s a bullshit rule if I’ve ever heard one.”

“Only because you were losing,” I grinned.

I found myself straddling his lap; the rulebook tossed aside, as he pulled me forward and wrapped his arms around my back, grinning wickedly up into my eyes. A slow burn started in my cock and it hardened against him.

“Besides, I don’t follow the rules. I make the rules.” His hands slipped under the hem of my shirt and skimmed my lower back. His face was shadowed by the fire behind him and I swallowed as I stared down at his eyes and the way they crinkled at the corners when he smiled like that. Through his jeans, I felt his dick nudge me and my knees weakened while my heart began to thump.

“A law unto yourself, that must be a cop thing.”

Always a sarcastic remark when I felt at a loss to say something, or when I was tempted to say something important or, heaven forbid, tender and emotional. My other lovers hated that about me but the look in Daniel’s eyes told me he had my number, that he wasn’t fooled. His fingers drew light circles over my back up to my shoulder blades and I broke out into a sudden sweat, squirming so that my cotton shirt brushed against my sensitive nipples.

It suddenly occurred to me that I was slipping into only the third pussy in twenty five years. Two marriages had kept me more or less on the straight and narrow. I closed my eyes and savoured the warmth of Diana’s pussy around the head of my cock as I eased it slowly inside her. Sharon lay still as I did so waiting until I was into the hilt before starting to rock back and forth on Diana’s cock.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmm,.” moaned Diana. “This is soooo nice, I can’t begin to tell you how good this is.”

Diana’s pussy was deliciously warm and tight, and I could feel every inch of her tunnel as I experimented with both short and long strokes. Sharon sat up a little so that I could kiss her neck and shoulders, and I was soon greeted by the sounds of both women’s sighs of pleasure. It took a while for all three of us to get a nice little co-ordinated rhythm going, but eventually we managed it. All was going quite well until a loud crack from the coffee table provided a substantial clue that it wasn’t up to the task. Amongst a chorus of sniggers, I pulled back and withdrew from Diana as Sharon stood up astride the table.

“Oh dear, the table’s fucked.” I announced without the faintest concern after finding a cracked and crooked leg.

I offered my hand and lifted Diana from the table and guided her back to the bed. She positioned herself on her hands and knees offering me her pussy. I settled quickly behind her and guided my cock back into her warm pussy. She moaned with pleasure as I began pumping into her, and lowered her face to the bed. Sharon was still in a mischievous mood and sat down in front of Diana with her legs spread wide. She then moved forward until her patch of curls was close to Diana’s face.

“Seeing as it’s a night of firsts, you can have a go at licking this.” she suggested.

To give Diana her credit, she tentatively lowered her face into Sharon’s substantial curls and explored what lay beneath. She persevered for a little while but then gave up; it would seem that pussy licking wasn’t for her. Sharon then slipped around and under Diana and guided her cock into her mouth.

As time passed by, we experimented in different positions with Sharon and I providing Diana with every conceivable pleasure we could think of. We hugged, kissed and caressed as we fornicated. Our bodies were slippery with sweat and the air full of the scent of sex. What Diana seemed to like most was her cock in Sharon, either in the missionary position, or with Sharon sitting astride her. Sharon began to dry out, and a tube of lube was produced to ease the friction. But in the end, Sharon fell sideways on the bed and crossed her legs.

“That’s it, I’m all fucked out.” she cried. “No more cocks please.”

On her back, Diana lay with her cock standing hard and high. She took herself in hand and began to fondle her shaft as her attention turned to me.

“Can I make you cum?” she asked. “Maybe a little handjob?”

Sort of a silly question really, by this time I was suffering from a serious case of sperm build up. I lowered myself to the bed; Diana quickly knelt beside me and took my cock in hand. A liberal amount of lube was distributed over the head and then distributed down the shaft. Sharon moved to the other side to watch the proceedings.

I suspect there’s plenty of men like myself who enjoy a good handjob at the hands of a pretty girl, for its good old fashioned selfish sex. Diana soon settled into a nice little rhythm concentrating on the top half of my shaft. I suppose she should be quite good at it, seeing as she had one of her own to practice on.

“It feels funny playing with another cock.” she commented after awhile.

“Feels okay to me.” I replied with the up-most sincerity.

Sharon chuckled, “You’d stick that thing anywhere for a bit of fun.”

All I could do was smile and agree. It wasn’t long before Diana stroked my excited and trembling body towards an orgasm, and her hand began longer and faster strokes to encourage me. I opened my eyes and watched as I fired a line of cum into the air, and then a second and third with decreasing velocity. With great precision, Diana continued to milk me with her cum covered hand until I was spent.

“Mmmmmmm, that was good fun.” Diana whispered before giving me a peck on the lips and wiping her wet hand over my chest.

As Diana sat back on the bed, I watched Sharon reach over and fondle her erect cock.

“Would you like me to finish you off?” Sharon asked.

Diana smiled lustfully at Sharon, “Mmmmm mmm, yes please.”

This time I was the spectator, and I watched as Sharon positioned Diana on the middle of the bed and take her in hand. Sharon then leaned over and began to suckle on her cock, lifting the foreskin over the bulbous head and then inserting her tongue. Diana squirmed and moaned as she was rigorously tormented under Sharon’s skilful tongue. After a minute or so, Sharon began to move her hand into a nice little rhythm which slowly increased in speed. A little lube was added for good measure, and Diana’s eyes closed as her excitement increased. Sharon slipped her spare hand between Diana’s sweaty thighs and slipped a finger inside her for good measure. With her legs spread wide, I watched voyeuristically as Diana’s lean body trembled with desire. It wasn’t long before Diana succumbed and amongst little cries of ecstasy, small fountains of her ejaculation spurted inches into the air before dropping onto Sharon’s swift moving hand. Knowing how much pleasure derives from a post orgasmic handjob, Sharon continued stroking until the cock in her hand began to wilt.

Now, all I ever want to do after an orgasm is to close my eyes and go to sleep, but seconds later Diana bounced up and began to kiss both Sharon and I in turn.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” she repeated between kisses. “That was the most fantastic thing ever in my life. I will never forget this night as long as I live.”

Sharon looked over at me and grinned, “Don’t worry, I don’t think we will either.”

Eventually, we all lay down and cuddled up together with Diana in the middle, and after a little post coital chat, we soon drifted off to sleep. It was in the early hours that Diana left our bed and returned to her room to escape being seen and avoid any resulting rumours. The next morning Sharon and I lay together, both confessing to our guilt, but also admitting to the excitement of it all.

It was only later that we became aware of the problem we had unwittingly created. Now Diana had got a taste of what it was like to be loved by other people, she pursued Sharon with a vengeance for another encounter. However, both Sharon and I we still coming to terms with the whole episode. While were kind of comfortable with it, we were also both a little nervous too, and did we really want another sordid little threesome with Diana? Sharon and I had a good strong marriage, and we’d been happily content in our faithful bliss. For the next couple of nights, we declined Diana’s proposals, but it seemed only to make her more determined. But on the last night of the tour, we relented after Diana’s continual seductive advances.

By this time, Diana’s desire was almost frightening. Full of excited passion, she savaged both Sharon and I with her demands. She wanted to be licked, sucked and fucked with such intensity, she left us physically exhausted and emotionally drained. And at the end of it, she wept openly as she held us tight.

As we later lay in the bed, Diana opened her heart and told us of her unhappy childhood. Born in an impoverished South America village, she told us of her cruel upbringing, being ridiculed for her differences by both children and adults alike as some kind of freak. How she was discovered by a doctor and whisked off to be poked and prodded by so called voyeuristic medial experts. At the age of eighteen, she walked away from those people and took control of her life. Both Sharon and I had tears in our eyes as she told us of her life without love or companionship, and how she thought she would remain unhappily celibate for the rest of her life. But she then chuckled mischievously as her wandering hands found our genitals, and vowed that Sharon and I had changed her life forever, and that she could be loved even though she was different. And we laughed with her.

The next morning, our tour sadly ended, there lots of hugs and good words as we bade goodbye to our new friends. But our goodbye with Diana was special, and she hugged us both tightly and whispered unmentionable words in our ears before stepping away from us with tears in her eyes.

It was only when we arrived home did Sharon and I talk in some depth about what happened with Diana. Yes, the sex had been exciting and different, but we had crossed a line that married couples should consider taboo. We made new promises of love and faithfulness to each other, but later as we made love, we both knew that Diana wasn’t far from our minds. It was just something that we would have to live with.

Weeks later, we began to get e-mails from Diana who’d managed to get our address from the tour company. After a little discussion, Sharon and I changed our address; for we both agreed what happens on tour should stay on tour.

Across the other side of the world, Diana was disappointed that her attempts to contact her lovers had been rebuffed, but accepted it without question. It was now time to take control of her own life. Using the net, she began to explore the dating world. It would take a few years before she found happiness, but only after a lot of disappointments and resulting tears. In the end, it was all worth it, and finally met a man who accepted her differences and loved her all the more for them. She was finally loved and cherished, and in return threw her insurmountable love in a million different ways. But in her glorious happiness, she would never forget the wonderful couple who changed her life forever, and taught all about the pleasure and passion of being wanted and loved.

I smiled. I had her. “Sit down,” I said. “Sit down and spread your legs.”

Amanda blushed deeply, shuddering as she breathed. Her eyes were so wide and bulging I thought they might actually pop out of her head. “M-Mr. Dalton—”

I held up the phone, conveying the implied threat of calling her parents. “If you can prove that you’ve never had sex, I’ll believe you.”

Amanda trembled a moment, blinking profusely as she considered my logic. She was so frightened and desperate that she wasn’t thinking straight. Mutely, she turned away, went back to the couch, and sat down, her knees together, and settled her hands on either side of her. She closed her eyes, took in a deep breath, and slowly spread her thighs wide apart, slipping her full, firm ass to the edge of the couch.

I stared at her fully-revealed young cunt. Amanda possessed fleshy, plump vulvae that were slightly parted, revealing the bunched-up, bubblegum-colored lips of her pussy and the slender little tube of her clitoris. Her pubic hair surrounded her sweet little sex, thick, soft and bushy. The sight of her fur-coated mound only seemed to accentuate her youth, inexperience, and virginity.

I was getting more turned on by the moment.

I didn’t say anything as I stepped before her and slowly lowered myself to my knees. Amanda did not looked at me. Her cheeks glowed red with embarrassment and perhaps even a little arousal. I was hoping she was at least a little turned on.

I set my cell-phone on the couch, and settled my hands on my babysitter’s wonderfully spread thighs. I could just smell the aroma of her sweet virgin cunt. Amanda trembled slightly, breathed in sharply, stared at me with her young, innocent eyes.

“If you are a virgin, I’ll believe you,” I said. “But if you’re not . . . I’m calling your parents.”

Amanda nodded slowly, her soft, full lips parted. She watched as I slowly slid my hands up her thighs. She whimpered, pursed her lips closed. She shuddered when I touched her pussy and gently pried her vulvae apart, exposing her soft, slightly moist, pink inner lips. Her little clitoris swelled slightly, reacting automatically to being exposed.

Gently, I massaged her young cunt, making Amanda tense and whimper. I loved watching the tendons of her inner thighs stand out as her legs twitched. Slowly, I felt her pussy becoming more and more wet. Her clitoris grew and began to slip out from beneath its hood. Whatever her reservations, Amanda was getting turned on. I tried not to smile.

“Now,” I said, and sucked on my middle finger to get it wet. “Don’t push, Amanda. Just relax.”

“O-okay,” she breathed, her body shaking slightly. I watched her firm, full tits shake, just a little, her nipples fiercely engorged. Slowly, I eased my finger inside the girl’s tight cunt. Amanda grunted, her head falling back, mouth gaping open.

“Ohh-m-m-mm,” she moaned as I pushed deep in her pussy. Her tunnel was so tight and hot, and grew wetter and wetter as I probed her. I relished the softness of her pubes, the pliant feel of her vulvae against my hand as I delved deep. My dick was so hard that it felt uncomfortable in my jeans.

Finally, my searching finger felt the soft, stretchy barrier of Amanda’s hymen. I sighed, so incomparably turned on. “Thinking” Amanda was a virgin was one thing; “knowing” she was . . . was something else altogether.

“Oh, Amanda,” I said, finally voicing my arousal.

The girl grunted, still with her head back, her impressive, round tits rising and falling as she breathed deeply. Her young cunt tightened around my finger, relaxed, tightened again. “Ohhh . . . .” she moaned.

I smiled. “She’s mine”, I thought. And with that realization, I slowly began sliding my finger in and out of her snug, sweet tunnel, which became more and more slick with each stroke. I curled my finger inside her, massaging the roof of her vagina. I found the little spongy bundle of nerves—

“Oh, God!” Amanda cried out, her body suddenly convulsing. “Huh-h-h-hnnn!” She pushed her hips out, almost lifting her incredible ass off the couch, mashing her cunt against my hand. I grinned, chuckling to myself, and placed my other hand on her hairy mound. My thumb graced her clit, massaged it with a circular, rhythmic motion.

“Hahh!” Amanda gasped, bucking slightly, digging her fingers into the couch cushions.

I pumped my finger in and out of Amanda’s cunt. Her wetness increased exponentially, to the point where my knuckles smacked wetly against her snatch and her fluid trickled out of her hole, dripping down to her cheeks and over her undoubtedly virgin anus, and making her pubes matted, sticky, and dark. I finger-fucked her faster and faster, and increased the rolling motions of my thumb on her swelling clit.

“Huh! Huh! Huh! Hhhoh-h, Go-o-d-d-d!” Amanda sobbed, her body shaking and trembling. She lifted her ass fully off the couch, shoved hard against my hand. Her pussy clamped down like a vise on my finger as I rubbed her G-spot. Her head fell forward, and Amanda stared at me in amazement and shock, her face and neck flushed deeply, her bright blue eyes wide with astonishment and pleasure.

“Ohmigod! Ohmigod! NNNYYYAAAHHH!!!!” Amanda cried, squeezing her eyes closed as her face contorted with her orgasm. She heaved and bucked, rolling her hips up and down, fucking my hand. She seethed, hissed, panted, gasped as her release coursed through her. I jabbed my finger in and out of her juicy cunt, making sloshing, smacking, wet sounds as her fluid flowed out from her cunt and dripped off her firm cheeks. Her little asshole was shiny by the time Amanda stopped cumming.

I couldn’t help myself. The sight of her flowing pussy, the contractions of her cunt . . . “oh, fuck, I gotta taste her” . . . I pulled my finger from within her, sucked her creamy fluid from it, then lowered my head and attached my mouth to her hairy muff, sucking on her slick pink lips, massaging her shrunken little clit with my tongue. I sucked and smacked and slurped on her sweet virgin pussy. I loved the feel of her soft, wet, wispy pubes against my cheeks and nose.

“AHH!” cried Amanda above me. I looked up to her face as her beautiful, glowing blue eyes flashed open. She gave me an utterly stupefied expression, as if she couldn’t believe that a man twelve years her senior, her employer, and a married man to boot, was ardently sucking on her flowing twat. But that did not stop her from grinding her needy teenaged cunt against my mouth.

“Oh, God! Oh-h-h, M-Mr. D-Dalton! HHHUHNNNN!!!”

Amanda exploded again, literally gushing sweet, tangy, rich cum that I eagerly lapped from her juicy hole and swallowed down. I moaned, sucking as much of her fleshy pink lips as I could, driving my tongue deep inside the girl’s virgin cunt. I curled my tongue within her tunnel, reaching almost as deeply as my fingers had. I savored the taste of her and drank as much of the teen girl’s fluid as I could.

Amanda spasmed, her legs kicking as she lifted them off the ground. She gripped my head, keeping me in place as the waves of her orgasm washed over her. I sucked hungrily on her little clit, swirling my tongue around it, and Amanda tossed her head back and forth, moaning and bucking against me. Long blonde strands of hair streaked across her sweaty face.

I finally slurped my mouth from the girl’s snatch, and pressed my hand against her pussy mound to quell her tremors. Amanda shuddered, her body tight and tensed, but she slowly relaxed, lowering her firm round ass to the cushions. She heaved, panted, then suddenly giggled in orgasmic euphoria.

I lifted up, looking down upon Amanda’s body as it was so casually and lewdly displayed. Her pussy was saturated, her blonde hair made shades darker and wetly matted with her cum. Her inner thighs and cheeks glistened. Inspired by such a sight, I stripped off my shirt and jeans, stepped out of my work shoes. Naked, I straddled Amanda’s curvy young body, my cock as long and hard as it could possibly be. Her firm, round breasts brushed my inner thighs.

My babysitter felt the shifting of weight on either side of her body, and looked up at me with a dazed and satisfied expression. She smiled, breathing in and out through her mouth, and dragged her hands up my thighs, toward my groin. “M-Mr. Dalton,” she whispered dreamily, her eyes drifting down my lean torso. “Oh, God . . . Ohhhh . . . oh, holy Mary, Mother of Jesus!”

Amanda stared, astonished, at the long, impressive penis that jutted out toward her face. Her eyes were wide, shocked, aroused. Her mouth gaped in surprise and wonderment. Amanda’s fingers curled around the base and first few inches of my throbbing shaft. She was very obviously intimidated by the size of my cock.

I chuckled. I always loved it when girls reacted like that. I slipped my hand behind Amanda’s head, tilting it up. “Open your mouth, honey,” I directed her.

Amanda said nothing. She was stupefied by my inhumanly long cock. Automatically heeding my request, she parted her moist lips and took my penis in her mouth.

“Uhhmmmpphhh!” she moaned around my cock as she instinctively started sucking me. I sighed at the heat and moist softness of her mouth. I pushed in deep, giving her almost half my length, and felt her gag. Her face contorted and she jerked her head back. I kept my dick in her mouth and thrust with short, shallow plunges. Her lips became wetter and wetter as Amanda sucked on the first penis she had ever tasted.

She stared down at the long tube of flesh that penetrated her mouth. I had no doubt that little Amanda had never seen a dick as long as mine, had never thought that the first cock she would ever suck would be so big. I relished the knowledge that mine was the first dick she had ever tasted.

“Oh, God, Amanda, you’re so good at that . . . oh, baby, keep sucking . . . don’t stop, honey, don’t stop . . . .”

Amanda’s eyes flashed up to mine worriedly, but she kept sucking, pulling in her cheeks and massaging my thrusting dick with her lips and tongue. I watched my cock sliding back and forth in her mouth, increasing the pace. Jesus, she looked so hot, so sexy! I watched her face, adoring her hot mouth and cute, little-girl looks as I thrust between her lips. I stroked my cock, squeezing out a steady flow of pre-cum into the girl’s mouth. Amanda seemed to like the flavor, for she swallowed now and then. Her blue eyes glowed as she worked her jaw around my shaft, making faint little moans.

Eventually, It was too much for me. I was already so turned on from sucking her pussy, and Amanda’s innocence, her girlish beauty, the moist heat of her mouth, her eager compliance and submission to me . . . .

“Amanda!” I gasped, my cock throbbing as I felt my orgasm begin. “Uhn! Oh, God, Amanda, don’t stop! Suck it, baby! Here it comes! I’m cumming, baby!”

Amanda whimpered around my dick, obviously apprehensive about letting me shoot my load in her mouth. But she really had no choice. I was effectively pinning her down, straddling her chest, her firm breasts squeezed between my thrusting legs as my cock fucked her hot, young, eager virgin mouth. My dick tingled, massaged by her sucking mouth, and I hovered on the edge, enjoying the sensation of being “right there”. I pumped my shaft slowly, holding my orgasm back for just a moment . . . I captured the sight of her full pink lips wrapped around my dick as a trickle of sperm oozed onto the girl’s tongue.

Finally, I groaned with release, holding Amanda’s blonde-haired head as my dick throbbed and jerked and spurted in the girl’s mouth. “Oh, what ecstasy!” The little busty blonde grimaced as my sperm flooded over her tongue, and tried to pull her mouth away. But I held her in place, luxuriating in the delectable sensations as my cock spasmed and gushed thickly between the girl’s lips, feeding her my full, creamy load.

Amanda sucked instinctively, rubbing her tongue along the underside of my shaft, making spurt after spurt of salty, sticky cum flow across her tongue. Her mouth became slick and frothy with semen, and thin white rivulets of the fluid dribbled from her mouth, along her cheeks and down her chin. The majority of my sperm, however, was spent down her throat as the girl gulped and swallowed automatically.

Amanda grimaced, her face contorted as her lips fluttered around my cock. She gasped around my penis, gagged as she felt and tasted my thick jism oozing down her throat to her stomach. I chuckled, looking down at my babysitter’s sexy face, her lips and cheeks glistening with cum. I squeezed out a few last thick drops of semen into Amanda’s mouth, feeling her tongue swabbing the head of my cock. I sighed with pleasure, then finally pulled back.

Amanda looked up to me, blinking, dazed, her lips glossy with semen, her face deeply blushed. She breathed in and out through her mouth, and her eyes darted from my long, dangling cock to my face.

I took her hands, pulled Amanda up to a sitting position as I sat beside her, massaging her back. The buxom little teen coughed, gagged slightly, her pink tongue sticking out a moment. She touched the base of her throat, smacked her lips reflexively. She looked stunned, disoriented.

“Oh, God,” she muttered, then licked and sucked her sticky lips. She grimaced as she tasted my cum again. She didn’t seem to notice how her chin and cheeks were smeared with sperm.

“You’ll get used to it,” I said. I leaned out, grabbed my jeans, took out my pack of cigarettes. I almost never smoked in the house, but at the moment, I really did not care. I tucked a smoke between my lips and lit up.

Amanda slowly turned her head toward me, giving me a doe-eyed look. “I-I never d-d-did that before,” she said in a soft, shaking little voice. A thick, glistening bubble of cum lingered on her lower lip. A little drop of it fell off her chin to her thighs. Amanda’s semen-dripping face contrasted with her apparent innocence. She finally seemed to realize the mess on her face.

I smiled, studying wide blue eyes as Amanda wiped her mouth and chin. “You never gave a blow job?” I asked, already knowing the answer. “Or you never swallowed?”

My sweet babysitter’s throat rippled. “B-both,” she answered. She breathed out, her breath fragrant with cum, and reached for the tissue box on the coffee table. She wiped her hands, then her face again.

I maintained my smile, offered the girl a cigarette. Amanda took it, licked her lips again, then leaned over as I lit her smoke. Amanda inhaled deeply, sighed as she breathed out. She regarded her cigarette a moment, then pulled on it again.

I slipped my arm around my sexy young babysitter, and she leaned against me. I felt her cheek against my chest as she sighed. I figured she assumed our activities were over by the way she seemed so suddenly comfortable with me.

“Mr. Dalton?” Amanda asked after several long moments. We tapped our ashes over a half-full glass of soda, watching as they fizzed away.

“Yes, Amanda?” I asked.

She hesitated a moment. “Um . . . I’m sorry I let my boyfriend come over,” she said.

I chuckled. “I’m not, I thought. Made my job a whole lot easier.” I glanced to the wall clock. It was only a quarter till nine. Plenty of time.

Amanda lifted her head, managed a smile. “I really didn’t mind my punishment, Mr. Dalton,” she whispered.

I gazed into her eyes, which still seemed so pure and sweet and innocent even though she had just swallowed down my load. I drew off my cigarette, then took hers from her hand and dropped them both in the glass.

“Well, then,” I said. My cock twitched at the thought of taking further advantage of the girl. “It really wasn’t punishment, was it?”

Amanda’s smile faded. She looked nervous again. “I-I just meant—”

“I know what you meant, Amanda,” I said, and moved from the couch, turning to face her, my cock hanging before her face. Amanda looked at my dangling penis, still wet from her mouth. She swallowed nervously.

I cupped the girl’s face, made her look up at me. “I’m not done with you yet,” I said. “Not by a long shot.”

Amanda shuddered, frightened once more. She breathed in and out and eyed my cock. As I let go of her face, she leaned forward, obviously thinking I wanted another blow job. I waited until she had tilted my half-hard penis toward her mouth before interrupting her.

“Clean off the coffee table, Amanda,” I said.

She stopped, her open mouth poised and ready to suck me again. I felt her warm breath on the head of my dick for a moment before she looked up at me. “Huh?”

I smiled. Maybe Amanda was a sweet, ‘nice girl’ with a 4.0 GPA in high school, but she was still an inexperienced teenager. “Take everything off the coffee table, put it underneath on the floor.”

I stepped aside, and timidly, Amanda did as she was instructed, taking down the glass, the wooden tissue box, the two candles my wife never lit, the coffee table books. She stowed everything under the sturdy, claw-footed table, then looked back to me, her eyes wide, awaiting her next command.

“Lay down on the table, Amanda.”

She hesitated only slightly, then got up and gingerly settled her slight weight upon the table. She lay down like a virgin sacrifice upon an altar, which, in a way, she was. I looked her over, admiring the beauty of her body. I touched her soft belly, making her shiver, and smoothed my hands up and down, from her upper thighs to her breasts. Amanda trembled, closing her eyes and breathing out nervously.

“Wh-what are you—” she began.

“Shhh, Amanda,” I said, and pulled her body along the surface of the table, until her head hung over the edge. I got on my knees before her upside-down face, my cock getting hard again. I reached down and stroked it slowly. Amanda watched me, and took in a deep breath.

“Just relax, Amanda,” I said, and brushed her lips with my dick. “You need to be comfortable for this.”

“For what?” she asked, her lips fluttering along the head of my penis.

I smiled. “You’ll see,” I said, and fed the girl my cock once more. Amanda took me in readily, sucking my dick as it eased into her mouth. I settled my hands on her breasts, massaging them, lightly pinching her stiff nipples. Amanda murmured around my cock, pulling in her cheeks and sucking harder. I kept playing with her nipples, watching how the girl’s body responded. Maybe she had full C-cups, but the little blonde’s nipples proved to be pretty sensitive as I pulled and tugged and even twisted them.

Amanda trembled in arousal under me, automatically spreading her legs. I ran my hands down her body, threading my fingers through her thick blonde pubes. I massaged her moist cunt, making the girl whimper around my cock. I massaged that sweet virgin snatch, prying her lips open, sliding a finger inside her burning hole.

Amanda gasped, arching her back. Her mouth trembled around my penis. I settled my left hand behind her head as I kept fingering her cunt.

“Take a deep breath, Amanda. Open your throat, baby,” I said. “Just like when you drink a lot of soda all at once. Open it up.” I steadily pushed my cock deeper in her mouth as I spoke.

Amanda gagged, tried to pull away, but I kept her in place, rubbing her stiff, swollen little clit. She breathed in loudly through her nose, held her breath. I pulled her face closer to my groin, looked down as my long cock sunk slowly in her hot young mouth.

“Don’t fight it,” I said. “Just let me in . . . that’s it, Amanda . . . just let me in your throat . . . ahhh . . . .”

I slowly worked my stiff dick into Amanda’s throat, diddling the girl’s clit to keep her libido heightened. The tight, rippling, sucking feel of her esophagus was simply incredible. I always loved introducing a girl to deep-throat.

Amanda’s body shuddered, and she slapped her hands to my hips. But she didn’t try to push me away; it was more like she wanted to brace herself as I invaded her throat. She emitted deep gurgling and wet gulping sounds as I pushed deeper and deeper, watching as my eleven inches slowly disappeared in the teen’s mouth.

“Oh, yeah, baby,” I moaned, luxuriating in bliss. “That’s it! You almost got it all!” I moaned as my dick was finally buried in the girl’s mouth and throat. Her neck bulged, and she shook under me. I frigged her clit and fingered her sopping pussy, keeping her occupied. Amanda’s thighs twitched.

Oh, “fuck” did Amanda look hot with my cock buried in her throat! My dark pubes surrounded her mouth, my balls laying across her little nose. My dick pulsed, giving her a squirt of pre-cum that she automatically swallowed. I kept my dick buried in her esophagus for a moment longer, then slowly pulled out.

Amanda coughed and gagged, heaving as she gulped for air. Her swollen eyes dripped tears. “Oh, god!” she sputtered, her lips wet. Gooey tendrils of thick saliva coated my cock, stretching from her open mouth. “M-Mr. Daltummpphhh!”

I pushed back into her mouth, delving into her throat once more. She automatically took in another deep breath through her nose. Amanda’s tongue slipped out over her bottom lip, gracing the top of my shaft as I penetrated her deeply again. Her throat opened more readily this time, and I pumped back and forth in her tight oral tube for a few moments before pulling back.

Again and again, I fucked Amanda’s tight little throat, pushing my cock all the way in, rolling my hips as I used her mouth like a pussy. I stayed deeper and longer each time, pulling back only long enough to let the girl gasp and pant and gulp for air. Thick spit dripped off my dick and oozed along her upside-down face, stretching to the floor or getting caught in her hair.

She tried to stop me now and then, wanting more time to recover her breath, but I only gave her a few seconds in between deep thrusts. I kept fingering her pussy, and while her legs shook and her clit swelled, she was too centered on the feel of her cock-stuffed throat to allow herself to cum.

Eventually, I settled into a comfortable rhythm, holding and squeezing Amanda’s gorgeous tits as I fucked her mouth. I gave her a few short pumps in her mouth, then pushed in deep for a few moments. Amanda clutched and squeezed and dug her short, white-painted nails into my thighs. “Jab-jab-thrust! Jab-jab-thrust!” Amanda became more and more comfortable with deep-throat and accommodated my long cock with relative ease.

I finally felt that boiling in my balls, and as I groped and squeezed and kneaded the girl’s tits, my fingers leaving red marks on her virgin skin, I buried my dick deep in her throat, throwing my head back as I ejaculated. My cock pulsed and pumped a river of sperm that flowed right down Amanda’s throat to her stomach. I shook, sighing with pleasure as my cum gushed in waves from my dick. Amanda trembled under me, making humping motions with her hips, and her pussy made a wet sucking sound. I realized she was cumming as, for the second time, Amanda drank my sperm.

I kept pumping into her throat, spending my load, loving the feel of her rippling throat as Amanda automatically swallowed down my semen. She eventually pushed against my hips, needing air, and I slipped back, easing my dick from the girl’s mouth as she gasped loudly, panting hard on my cock as she filled her aching lungs. I gave Amanda a few last spurts of cum on her lips and neck, then pushed the head back in her mouth. Amanda murmured around my oozing dick but nevertheless sucked me for the long, sweet moments it took for my cock to soften.

I was euphoric as I eased back, my dick dripping thickly with Amanda’s saliva. The girl’s face was shiny and dripping with mingled spit and sperm, her hair matted with it. I pushed her down the coffee table so she had some support under her head. Amanda panted deeply, staring at the ceiling. She touched her stomach, smacked her lips.

I heard the faint, tinny riff of ‘Play That Funky Music’ coming from my jeans, and reached for my cell-phone. I handed Amanda the box of tissues, watched with a satisfied smile as she cleaned her face.

I snapped open my phone. It was my wife. “Hello, honey,” I said cheerily.

I heard her laugh. “What’s got you in such a good mood?” she asked, then immediately checked herself. “No, wait, don’t tell me. I don’t wanna know.”

“Suit yourself,” I said, getting up and moving around to settle between Amanda’s spread legs. I admired the teen’s virgin cunt, settled my hand upon her fur-covered blonde mound. I gave the girl a look, pressed my finger to my lips, telling her to stay silent. Amanda just closed her eyes as I massaged her pussy.

“Anyway,” Misty said in my ear. “Some of us wanna go out for drinks after work. Is that okay?”

I smiled. “Sure,” I said. “Stay out as late as you want. The kids are asleep already.”

“Where are you?” my wife asked. “Are you home already?”

I smiled, parting Amanda’s slick pussy lips and pushing back the hood of her pink clit. Amanda gasped faintly, her brow furrowing as I rubbed her clit. Her thighs tensed. I noticed that Amanda still had a streak of semen on her neck.

“Yeah, it was a slow night at the bar, and Ross asked for volunteers to go home. You know how exhausted I’ve been lately.”

“Yeah, I know, honey,” said my wife. “So . . . what are you doing?”

“I’m playing with our babysitter’s pussy!” “Nothing,” I said. “Just watching a little TV. I sent, um . . . who’s the babysitter?”

“Amanda,” said my wife. I could just imagine her rolling her eyes. “Jeez, Rick! She’s been watching the kids for, like, half a year and you “still” don’t know her name?”

“Of course I do,” I said, slowly pushing my thumb inside Amanda’s tight little cunt. The buxom teen whimpered softly, lifting her head and staring down between her legs as I slowly finger-fucked her. “I’m just really tired. Anyway, I sent her home early. Don’t worry about Nate and Donna. I’ve got the baby monitor with me.”

“Did you check in on them?” she asked.

“Of course I did,” I lied, pulling my hand from Amanda’s sopping cunt, grabbing the girl’s hip and pulling her down to the edge of the table. Amanda’s widespread thighs framed my own as my cock, becoming revived, sought out the heat of her pussy. Amanda just stared with wide eyes as my dick lengthened. “I gave them a kiss and everything.”

“Well, I’ll nominate you for Father of The Year,” said Misty with a hint of sarcasm. “So, it’s okay if I go out?”

“Of course it is,” I said, stroking my dick and rubbing the head against Amanda’s slick lips. The little virgin teen pushed up on her elbows, giving me a furtive, apprehensive look. Yet still, she kept her legs spread. I smiled and winked at her. Amanda gave me a little nervous smile in return.

“So where are you going?” I asked, feeling strangely turned on by talking to my wife as I took advantage of our cute young babysitter. I rubbed my cock against Amanda’s slippery pussy, getting it wet, then slowly pushed inside her. She shook her head, trying to tell me to stop, but I ignored her. Amanda’s mouth fell open, and her bright blue eyes flashed wide as I steadily penetrated her cunt. She watched as, for the first time in her life, a dick invaded her tunnel. Her body trembled. Jesus Christ, she was so fucking hot, and so unbelievably tight!

“Um . . . Q-Bar, I think,” Misty said. “They have drink specials on Wednesdays.”

“Yeah, I think so,” I said, easing more of my cock inside Amanda’s virgin pussy. I felt the spongy wall inside her cunt. I held back a groan of pleasure at feeling the proof of her virginity. Amanda stared down in astonishment as her little pussy was stretched around my dick. I wondered what she was thinking, why she didn’t get up and run away. She could easily have cried out, alerting my wife to her presence, but she didn’t.

Maybe little Amanda, with her good-girl, conservative Christian upbringing, really wanted to get fucked. Maybe she was as turned on as I was at the thought of getting her cherry popped while I talked on the phone to my wife. She certainly seemed like she was by the way she lifted and spread her legs even wider. I stared at her hairy blonde lips wrapped around my dick.

“So, anyway,” Misty continued. “Mom’s gonna be there Saturday, right?”

“Far as I know,” I said, sliding back and forth inside Amanda’s burning, virgin pussy, feeling her wetness lubricate my shaft. The busty little teen watched my movements, staring at the long python invading her cunt, her pouting mouth hanging open. She whimpered slightly, then bit her lip as she tried to stay quiet. “Friday and Saturday, like every week.”

“Well, I was thinking,” my wife said. “Maybe we could, um . . . you know, go away for the weekend. You’re off Sundays and Mondays, so . . . I was thinking, check in to a little bed and breakfast . . . emphasis on the bed . . . .”

I chuckled, pushing against Amanda’s barrier once more. “Sounds good,” I said, leaning over the teen girl’s body. Amanda stared up at me, her blue eyes quivering with apprehension. “Careful, Misty, you’re gonna get me turned on.”

My wife’s voice became softer. “Oh, yeah, baby?” she asked. I heard the clinking of metal, figured Misty was rolling silverware as part of her duties. “You wanna know what I’ll do for you this weekend?”

I sighed, feeling Amanda’s pussy tightening around my dick. “Tell me,” I said, and covered my babysitter’s mouth with my hand. Amanda gave me a sudden, fearful look, and shook her head desperately as she realized I was about to take her. “Uhm-uhm!” I faintly heard. “Mo!”

I just smiled upon the girl, telling her, wordlessly, that she really had no choice.

“Well, I think I’ll be in the mood for a nice, long blow job,” Misty said. I heard feminine giggles in the background. “Real sloppy and wet.”

“Oh, yeah?” I asked, moving back and forth inside Amanda’s tight little cunt. I watched the girl’s wide blue eyes, saw the anxiety there. She really didn’t want me to take her, I knew, and that really fucking turned me on.

“Uh-huh,” continued Misty. “And then I’m gonna fuck your brains out.”

“Oh, baby,” I groaned, suddenly shoving deep inside Amanda’s hot pussy, ripping through her hymen. Amanda’s eyes flew open wide, and she convulsed, whimpering in pain and shock as I took her. She all but screamed as she was deflowered, but her cries were stifled by my hand over her mouth. I felt a burst of thick, hot fluid around my cock. Blood, I realized. Amanda’s virginal blood. “Oh, fuck!”

I heard Misty chuckle, and her voice became almost a whisper. “Are you jacking off, honey?”

“Something like that,” I said, fucking Amanda’s tight, spicy pussy, feeling her sucking walls caressing my invading cock. The girl squirmed under me, her face contorted with pain and discomfort. She squeezed her eyes closed, and tears dripped from her eyes. I plowed into her seething, rippling pussy, luxuriating in the bliss of taking a virgin.

“Mmm, I like that,” whispered Misty sultrily. “Do it, baby, stroke that big fucking cock. But save some for me, ’cause I’m gonna be real horny when I get home. See ya later, baby.”

“Oh, yeah!” I moaned, fucking deep inside Amanda’s cunt, noting the streaks of blood along my cock when I pulled back. The little teen whimpered against my hand, slapping her hands to my chest and abdomen, impotently trying to push me away. Her face was twisted, her eyes staring pleadingly at me. But I kept fucking her, slapping my hips against her upturned thighs.

The cell-phone was dead in my ear; my wife had hung up, I realized, obviously thinking her words were enough. I slapped it closed, tossed it aside, and took my hand from Amanda’s mouth. The girl gasped loudly, and cried out, shuddering as tears streamed down her cheeks.

“Oh, God! Ahhhh!” she wailed, arching her back. Her breasts bounced on her chest as I pounded her tight, seething cunt. Amanda bucked, her mouth hanging open as she gasped and grunted and moaned. Her pussy contracted tightly around the first dick she had ever felt inside her.

“How’s that feel, Amanda?” I asked the girl, pumping her hard and sure. “How’s it feel to get fucked?”

Amanda only shuddered and sobbed as she gave in to my invading cock. It was too late to resist now; the deed had already been done.

I held the girl’s full hips in my hands as I ravaged her, moaning at the heat and snug fit of her pussy. Amanda cried and whimpered and moaned under me, her eyes closed as she endured my thrusts. I was willing to bet she never thought she would lose her virginity like this, taken, essentially against her will, by a man almost twice her age.

Eventually, her tight, sucking cunt proved too much for me, and I fucked her hard and fast, lifting her hips off the table and really giving it to her. Amanda let out a long, staccato cry as my dick mashed against her cervix again and again. I groaned, feeling the rush, and buried my dick deep as I ejaculated in Amanda’s hot little womb, filling her pussy with cum.

“Oh, fuck!” I grunted, jabbing into her over and over. The little teen’s sweet pussy squeezed my dick, milking me for every drop of sperm I had to give. Even after cumming twice in Amanda’s mouth, my orgasm seemed endless. My cock burned and throbbed inside the girl. I stayed inside her for as long as I could stand it.

I finally sagged over the girl, slipping my hands from her firm ass and supporting myself above her. Amanda just stared at me in a daze, heaving. Her expression was one of shocked disbelief. I lowered my head, sucked on one of her thick, pliable nipples. Amanda hissed.

Abruptly, I pushed up, my slick, spent cock slipping from Amanda’s flushed and swollen cunt. I padded to the kitchen, leaving the girl gasping on the coffee table. I took a beer from the fridge, popped it open, gulped down half of it. I sighed, then headed back to the living room.

Amanda had not moved. Her hairy, matted pussy oozed with cum and blood. A pinkish puddle formed on the table top under her ass, dripped off the edge to the floor. I chuckled, sat down on the couch, lit another cigarette. Amanda just stared at the ceiling, numb. Her lips worked as she talked to herself.

Finally, the girl sat up, looked down between her legs and touched her deflowered pussy. She stared at the milky puddle under her, then at the sperm oozing down her fingers. Absently, she wiped her hand on her thigh and looked to me, eyes wide and quivering. She didn’t know what to think or say. The fact that she was no longer a virgin had not yet hit her.

“You want to take a shower?” I asked her.

Silently, timidly, Amanda nodded.

***

I took Amanda again in the shower, bending her over as I invaded her from behind. Her body dripping with water and soap suds, I fucked her tight cunt mercilessly as the girl moaned against me, bracing her hands against the tiled wall. She came twice as I pumped her young cunt.

I pulled out, and told Amanda to get on her knees. I settled my dick between the girl’s breasts and tit-fucked her as Amanda gave me a blank, innocent look. She flinched slightly as my cum splattered her face and chin, but offered no protest as I pushed my dick between her semen-dripping lips. She sucked me until I was soft, dutifully swallowing what little cum oozed onto her tongue. Damn, she looked sexy with cum dripping down her face.

I took her to bed, and Amanda got on her hands and knees as I directed her. I sucked and tongued her slippery little cunt and tight asshole from behind for a while, making her cum, then fucked her again, holding onto her perfect round ass as I slammed her cunt over and over. Amanda whimpered and moaned under me, and we both came at the same time. I took a washcloth from the bathroom and wiped her dripping cunt, then took her downstairs, holding her hand.

She dressed quietly as I watched, and at the door, gave me a long, deep kiss. She finally smiled, brushing her damp hair back.

“I’ll expect you on time tomorrow,” I said.

Her blue eyes dipped. “Yes, M-Mr. Dalton,” she whispered.

I gave her a look. “Call me Rick.”

The girl grinned genuinely. “Okay . . . Rick,” she whispered. Then she wobbled down to her car. I watched after Amanda as she got behind the wheel and drove away.

***

Misty came home about two hours later, and as she had promised, she was horny and ready for action. I was surprised that, after cumming five times with Amanda, I still had one last load to shoot inside Misty’s pussy.

In the morning, my wife made breakfast in bed, feeding me chorizo and eggs, toast, and orange juice. She checked on the kids, brought little Nate and Donna in to see their daddy. Nate babbled on about something he had seen on TV, and Donna giggled. Then Misty got ready for work. She worked double-shifts on Thursdays. She gave me a kiss at the door, wished me a good day.

I called in to work, told Ross I wasn’t feeling well. He accepted my excuse, told me the bar would be fine without me . . . but only for a night, he said.

I played with the kids for most of the afternoon, watching as little Nate ran around the back yard while cradling Donna in my arms. I fixed them lunch, then an afternoon snack. Misty called me on her break, and we chatted casually for a while.

Just before four o’clock, Amanda showed up, demure and timid in her tight low-riders and snug-fitting blue top. She gave me a nervous and aroused look as I let her through the door. “Hi, M-Mr. Dalt . . . um, Rick,” she said timidly.

“How do you feel?” I asked her.

She blushed. “Um . . . a little sore,” she said, flickering her eyes across my face.

“You’ll be fine,” I said with a smile, and took her to the living room, unbuttoning her blouse. Amanda fidgeted, blushing deeply as I took off her shirt and cupped her firm, warm breasts.

“Wh-where are Nate and Donna?” she asked as I gently eased the girl to her knees and pushed down my sweat pants.

“Taking a little nap,” I said, and settled my cock between her pillowy tits. I quickly grew hard, especially when Amanda lowered her face and licked, then sucked, the head of my cock.

I fucked my voluptuous teen lover all night long, taking her any way I desired. After tit-fucking her until I blew my load between her breasts and on her face, I told her to bend over the coffee table. Cum dripping from her face, heavy breasts swaying, I pounded her cunt, making her moan, gasp and wail as she erupted in orgasm over and over. I came inside her, then took her to the bathroom to clean up.

We took a little break, smoking and having a light dinner, remaining naked all through the meal. I found it incredibly erotic as Amanda served me in just her tiny little apron, her naked tits swaying as she moved about. Then we headed back to the living room.

Amanda sucked me off eagerly as I watched TV and smoked a cigarette, keeping my dick in her mouth long after swallowing my cum. Then I got her to straddle me as I lay on the floor, rolling her full ass in reverse-cowgirl until her back-to-back orgasms brought out my fourth load of the night into her voracious young cunt.

We took another break when Nate and Donna needed to be fed, but even as naked Amanda cradled my little girl to her full bosom while nursing her with the bottle, I groped Amanda’s tight round ass and kissed her neck and shoulders. My lover just giggled and smiled.

By the time Amanda left that evening, I had given her two loads in her pussy, two down her throat, one all over her fine young ass, and two all over her face and tits. Amanda claimed she liked it when I gave her a facial, and massaged my cream into her skin.

I was glad when Misty came home and said she was too tired for sex. I doubt I could have gotten it up if I tried.

***

Since Amanda lived right down the street, she was a relatively easy resource for me. On afternoons when she was home from school and my wife had to go do some shopping, I would call her up and tell her to come over for an hour or so and send her home dripping and satisfied. She never refused me. Sometimes, I would leave early for work, popping in at her house (her parents worked until five) and popping off in her mouth as she sat on her stuffed animal-littered bed.

It sometimes amazed me how easily Amanda had become my fuck-toy. No matter what I wanted to do with her, or how often, Amanda was always wet and ready and eager. She was definitely the most orgasmic lover I had ever known, and never balked at anything, no matter how kinky.

When I told her I wanted to take her ass, she dutifully opened the jar of lubricant and greased up my pole before pushing her ass down on it with grunts and sighs. She got over her discomfort relatively quickly, and after I ejaculated in her ass, let some of it dribble out on my wife’s hand mirror. Then she watched her own reflection as she licked it all up.

When I told her to masturbate in front of me with a lollipop (cherry-flavored, naturally), she did so eagerly until she came, then sucked the pussy-flavored piece of candy as she jacked me off. When I shot my load in her open mouth, she swirled her lollipop in the gooey mess, then stuffed it back up her snatch as she swallowed.

I told her to bring her boyfriend Joey over one night and give him what he wanted, and watched from the hall closet as she sucked and fucked him wantonly, now and then glancing to me with naughty smiles. She sent him on his way once she was done with him, then let me take her ass as her pussy dripped with Joey’s cream.

I took hundreds of pictures and digital footage of Amanda posing nude, masturbating, sucking my cock, and drinking cum from a shot glass. She was shy about the idea at first, until I told her I would “never” share them with anyone. She probably would not have agreed to doing it if I told her I was posting the pics and videos on an adult bulletin board. I got a lot of positive feedback from the twenty thousand or so members.

I fucked her all throughout the summer after she graduated high school, until she moved away to go to college. Amanda had known that our relationship would come to an end eventually, but she still had little tears in her eyes after our final fuck, in my car, as I took her to the airport. I gave her copies of the CDs that contained all her naughty pictures and videos as a going-away gift.

The following week, I surprised my wife with the divorce papers. She was startled and dumbfounded and cried a lot, and my mother was angry with me. Once they got over their shock, however, we agreed to a settlement that gave Misty the car and whatever possessions she wanted, as well as custody of the kids. I agreed to a thousand dollars a month in alimony, then sold the house for a nice profit (enough to cover alimony for three years). I didn’t tell her about the hundred and sixty grand in my private account, of course, and Misty’s cheap-ass lawyer never found it.

***

A few months later, I happened to be browsing through my favorite adult websites when . . . well, what do you know. There she was, my sexy little babysitter, staring into a camera as a dick filled her mouth. Amanda had evidently decided to use her oral talents to earn a little side money by appearing on a website that featured pretty girls swallowing cum. And the way she took the guy’s load in her mouth, showing it to the camera before swallowing, proved she enjoyed what she was doing.

I chuckled, watched the video a few times, recalling those vivid memories of the five months I had spent educating Amanda in the intricacies and variations of fucking. I was glad she had learned well.

I switched off the computer, then got up and headed back to the bedroom in my Amsterdam flat. Dannike and Ilse were still asleep in the bed, naked and wrapped around each other. I chuckled, grinning, my dick getting hard just looking at them.

“Hmm”, I thought, “I should start my own website . . . .”

“-finis-”