Weekend with Amy part 2 By Girl Lover

Weekend with Amy part 2

By Girl Lover

"Do I have to get up?" she pouted, and I pulled her to her feet without answering. I snatched another condom from the nightstand and guided her to the bathroom. She stumbled along behind me, not quite steady on her feet yet.

Inside the bathroom I turned on the light and stood her in front of the mirror. I leaned her on the counter and ripped open the condom packet with my teeth. Her eyes were wide as she looked back and watched my roll the rubber over my still hard cock.

"I thought they got soft after," she whispered, and I positioned myself behind her and slipped easily up into her. She crossed her arms on the counter and put her chin down on them, watching me take her in the mirror. Unfortunately the angle was just a bit off, and I couldn't get a comfortable rhythm going.

"Did you bring heels?" I asked her, and when she nodded I told her to go get them. She was gone for a moment, and I heard the zipper on her bag. When she returned she was carrying a pair of black strappy sandals.

"Put them on," I said, and she looked confused for a second, and then sat down on the toilet and did as I said. When she stood I noted the wet smear on the toilet lid with satisfaction and positioned her on the counter again.

The shoes made the difference, the modest three-inch heels thrusting her ass high enough for me to get a good rhythm going. Amy seemed to get really turned on by watching me pumping away behind her, but she was going past exhaustion and she laid her face down on her arms.

I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back and hissed, "Watch!" as I pounded away. With my free hand I slapped her ass, then backhanded the other cheek, alternating this way as she watched in the mirror.

I felt her pussy contract again around my cock, and saw her eyes roll back into her head. I thrust deep into her and groaned, pretending to come, and then pulled out and quickly flushed the condom.

"Take off your heels," I said as I turned and started the water running in the tub. When it was hot enough I climbed in and turned on the shower, enjoying the hard, hotel-showerhead spray.

"Come on," I said, "Get in."

Amy stepped into the tub and I guided her under the steaming spray. I worked my finger through her long, blond hair until it lay limp and brown against her head and shoulders. I squeezed some of the cheap hotel shampoo into my hand and started working it deep into her scalp with my fingertips, then stroked my fingers out through the length of her hair.

Amy was shivering, her eyes closed. Her whole body was relaxed, and I could see by her sway that she was close to collapsing. I rinsed her hair, working my fingers through her wet, silky hair, squeezing the suds out.

When I finished, Amy turned to me and rose up onto her toes and kissed me deeply, passionately. I put my arms around her and kissed her back with just as much tenderness and passion.

When we parted, I handed her the tiny bar of hotel soap and a washcloth and said, "My turn."

Amy rubbed the soap onto the washcloth, and then tentatively rubbed it against my chest. After a few swipes I saw her focus on my chest, and she started to play with the hair there, wiping this way and that.

She lovingly rubbed lower, washing my belly and then sides, before lowering to her knees. She soaped and washed my legs, again becoming playful with the hair, and then gently cleaned off my balls and then my cock, finishing the latter with a tender kiss. 

I turned and she washed my legs and my ass, taking my ass in her hands and squeezing. She stood and washed my back, and then my arms.

I had been washed by women before, but never so thoroughly, so sweetly, as that afternoon. When she finished I turned off the water and we toweled each other off before going to bed. I pulled back the covers and turned off the TV (the movie having expired at some point earlier), and we lay wrapped in each other's arms and fell to sleep.

Dinner with Amy

I woke first, and seeing it was night I crawled from her soft, sweet body and wrapped a towel around my waist. I went out onto the balcony and smoked a cigarette, leaning against the railing. When I finished I went back inside and pulled the covers back, exposing her naked body.

I woke her gently with a soft kiss, and when she responded I became more passionate. I stepped back just as she was putting her arm around me to pull me down and said, "Get up and get your clothes on."

Amy sat up and pulled the sheet up to her neck. "Are you kicking me out now?" she asked, a hint of panic in her voice.

"Yeah," I said seriously, and then I smiled and said, "I'm kicking you out of bed so we can go get something to eat." Putting on my socks, underwear, slacks, shirt and shoes took the same amount of time as it took Amy to get out of bed, stretch, and walk naked to her bag. I lit a cigarette and sat on the bed, ready for a show.

Amy picked up her bag and was turning toward the bathroom when I said, "Stop. I want to watch you get dressed."

She blushed, and set her bag down. She pulled out a few things from her bag and tossed them onto the bed next to me. From the assortment of white cotton panties there I chose the single pair of red bikinis and handed them to her. She pulled them on and stood in front of me, posing innocently as I handed her the matching bra. Once she had that on I asked her what she planned to wear.

She took out a black skirt and a red blouse, and when I asked she showed me an unopened package of black tights. I was disappointed, but she was young and inexperienced, so I let it go.

Dressed, Amy went into the bathroom and fixed her hair and makeup while I looked through the hotel guide for nearby restaurants. My biggest obstacle was the fact that it was nearly nine-thirty, and everything seemed to close at ten.

When Amy came out I made her march back into the bathroom, and I was right behind her. I made her wipe off most of the lipstick she had smothered her sweet lips in, and her eye shadow as well. "I'm not taking a hooker out, you know," I remember saying.

We went down and got into my car, and we drove to a little Italian place nearby. It was nearly empty, and I had to tip a twenty just to get them to seat us so close to closing.

I ordered veal and ravioli for both of us, and Amy looked a little put off. Again we didn't talk much, but I didn't have much need to say anything with such a beautiful young woman to look at.

When our plates arrived I dug in, not having eaten since the previous day, and I saw Amy take a few bites of ravioli, ignoring the veal.

"Is something wrong with it?" I asked her as I sipped my wine.

"No," she said, not looking at me, "I've just never had it before and I've heard about how they treat the –"

"Take a bite," I said softly, and then leaning forwards a bit, "Now."

Amy quickly picked up her knife and sawed a piece from the cutlet. She held it up, looking it over, and then seeing my eyes she put it in her mouth.

"How do you like it?" I asked, smiling. Amy shook her head and started to bring her napkin to her lips.

"Listen to me closely," I whispered across the table. "I want you to swallow what you have, and then you are going to eat every bite of what you have on your plate."

Amy swallowed and took a sip of water. "Why? Why do I have to eat it?" she asked me, her expression pained.

"Because it will please me," I said, and I took another bite. I watched her face as she looked at me. Her lips moved as she sucked them from the inside, considering, and then she dropped her eyes and began to cut another piece from the cutlet.

I took a celebratory drink of wine and watched as Amy forced herself to eat the veal. It was really quite good, but for some reason she just wasn't enjoying it. Still, she finished every bite.

After dinner we ordered coffee and Amy had a large slice of chocolate cake. I paid, leaving a generous tip, and we got back into the car. We had been driving for a short time when Amy looked around and said, "This isn't the way to the hotel."

"I know," I said, patting her perfect knee, "I thought we could take a little drive first."

The Drive

We drove through the darkened hamlets and out along a country road. Amy had settled into my shoulder, her hand on my thigh, and I had a clear view down the front of her blouse at her full, pale breasts within their scarlet enclosure.

"Amy," I asked quietly, and she was startled. "Why are you with me this weekend?"

She seemed to think about it for a few minutes, and then said, "I don't know."

"Tell me," I said, more firmly now.

"I just wanted, I mean, you are so cool, and so hot," she began, rambling. "I like you. I like you a lot. The things we wrote about on the computer made me so hot and horny, and I don't have a boyfriend. It's a special weekend for me, and I wanted to be with you, totally."

"What do you want from this weekend?" I asked her softly.

"What I planned for we've already done, and then some. I feel like this morning I walked out of my house a scared little girl, and I want to go home and walk back in a real woman."

She had begun to stroke my cock through my slacks as she spoke, and when she finished she lowered her head to my lap, unbuckling my belt. I did the familiar scoot back against the seat to give her some room, and I paid close attention to the road as she took my hardening cock out of my pants and proceeded to blow me.

I wouldn't have recognized her as the same girl. She was loving my cock with her mouth so expertly, I would never have believed this was the same girl who had only a few hours earlier been sucking me with no tongue and slack lips.

"If you make me come in your mouth I'll expect you to swallow every drop," I warned, and then said, "After showing me your prize, of course."

Amy giggled and sat up, stroking me with her hand. "I don't want you to come," she said softly into my ear just before nibbling. "I want you to be hot so you'll want to fuck me."

"Move over and lean on the door," I said, lifting my arm so she could move. She looked confused, and I noticed she locked the door before leaning against it.

"Put your leg up on the seat and pull your skirt up so I can see you," I said. My voice sounded sharp to my own ears, and I wondered what her reaction would be. She put her leg out across the seat, her heel pressing against my leg. Lifting her bottom, she gathered her skirt up around her waist.

"Rub your pussy for me," I said, my eyes on the road. "Rub your pussy and tell me what you want me to do to you." Amy started to lightly rub her crotch. I could make out her little red panties through the black fabric of her tights.

"I want you to fuck me," Amy began, her voice soft but slightly husky. "I want you to throw me down and tear off my clothes and take me hard. I'll resist you, but you're stronger, and you'll make me do everything you want," she said, and I could hear that her breathing was becoming deeper, and there was a hint of her scent in the car. I glanced over and saw that she was rubbing slowly, but pressing her hand hard against her crotch.

"Take off your tights and your underwear," I said, again hearing the command in my voice. "When you're done put your shoes back on and touch your pussy for me."

I watched the road but glanced over at her several times as she struggled out of her tights. I came to a light and stopped, then chose a side road to continue down. When I looked back at Amy her tights and panties were balled up on the floor of the car, her fingers dancing over her wet folds.

"Tell me what's going to happen now," I said.

"I'm rubbing my pussy for you, trying to make you happy. When we stop you're going to drag me out of the car and into the woods. You're going to throw me down and fuck me, and I'm going to scream and hit you but you won't stop," she said and then moaned.

The car reeked of her scent, and I glanced over and saw her fingers glistening as two of them repeated disappeared inside her. Her head was back against the window, her eyes closed as she pictured her fantasy.

"Are you a slut?" I asked her, "Are you a whore who wants to be used like a whore?"

She looked at me with her pretty blue eyes wide. She turned bright red, and she looked like she was going to cry. "I'm not a slut. I'm not. I only want to be with you," she said. Her voice was shaky and she was distraught.

"I want you to be a slut for me," I said. "Whenever I want you to, I expect you to be the biggest slutty whore in the world."

"Yes," she said as she nodded, "I'm your slut. I'm a slut for you, a whore for you to use," and she went back to fingering her pussy. Her eyes closed again and her head lolled against the window as she whispered, "I'm your whore. Use me like a slut, use me like a fuck toy."

"Take off your bra, and leave your blouse unbuttoned to there," I said, pointing at the button just below her breasts. She did, and her unencumbered breasts strained to split the blouse open, her cleavage impressive.

We were driving through a small town when she started to rub herself again, and she stopped and sat up when I pulled into the parking lot of a small diner.

"Why are we stopping?" she asked, panicky.

"I want some coffee," I said, and I parked and turned off the car. Seeing her reach to the floor of the car for her underwear I said, "Stop. Get out and straighten your skirt. I want to see you like this inside with me."

Amy held my arm as we walked up the ramp and I held the door for her watching her pretty legs as she went in ahead of me. I watched her as we waited for the waitress to seat us, and even though there was no possible way to see that she was naked beneath her skirt and blouse, she was flustered and nervous enough to raise suspicion.

We sat, and I ordered two coffees. Amy scooted around the booth and sat close to me, and I could feel her tension. I glanced around the diner and saw only two older men, one at the counter eating, the other reading a paper in a booth.

The waitress came over and poured our coffee, and I put my hand on Amy's thigh and slipped it up under her skirt. As the waitress told us to call her when we were ready to order, I opened her thighs and placed my fingers against her wetness.

"I'm scared," Amy whispered. "Let's not do this here."

I looked into her eyes and whispered back, "If you want to be my slut, prove it," and I pushed the tips of two fingers into her. Her breath was coming in ragged gasps, and she became so wet that it ran down my fingers and into the palm of my hand.

I gently fingered Amy's pussy as I slowly drank my coffee, and then stopped to take out my wallet. I tossed a ten on the table and walked Amy to the door, her coffee cup full and cold. I saw that the older guy at the counter was admiring her legs with a leer, and I flipped up the back of her skirt to give him a shot of her tight, round ass.

The old guy blew a silent whistle as his eyebrows shot up, and I escorted Amy out of the diner and put her in the car. I didn't make her do anything on the drive back to the hotel, and she fell asleep after a while nestled into my side.

I parked my car and escorted Amy back up to our room. As soon as the door was shut I was kissing her, and she me. I pulled her blouse off of her slowly and tugged her skirt down over her hips until it dropped around her feet.

I swept her up in my arms and placed her in the bed, still wearing her heels, and I undressed. She was asleep when I got into bed, and I pulled her close to me and was out like a light in minutes.

Sunday

Wake Up Time

I woke the way every man likes to wake, with a gorgeous blond sucking my cock. Amy was far too inexperienced to recognize a piss hardon, and what she was doing felt too damn good to stop her.

I don't know how long she had been sucking me before I woke up, but I watched the digital clock change from ten forty-seven to eleven ten before I sat up and told her to stop.

I went into the bathroom and relieved myself, then called her in. We showered like the night before, with me first soaping up her Centerfold body and then washing her hair, and finishing with her tenderly washing me from head to toe. I still had to wash my own hair.

After the shower Amy ran over and jumped onto the bed, staring at me hungrily from all fours. She was ready to romp, and apparently in a damn playful mood. What else could I do but shoot her down?

"Put some clothes on, we're going out," I said as I pulled my clothes out of my bag. Amy pouted but didn't argue, putting on a pair of tight jeans and a sweater over white cotton bra and panties. She pulled her Army jacket on and stooped to tie her combat boots, and I was struck by the strange personality of this girl.

On one hand she was a fabulously beautiful blond with a killer body the boys would go nuts for, and she craved that attention. She would fall over and spread them wide if a guy told her how hot she was. But she hid it all beneath angry grrl clothes, like she didn't want anybody to notice how fucking fantastic she really was.

We stopped in the hotel restaurant and I ordered us each a light omelet breakfast with coffee and juice, and we both cleaned our plates. I walked Amy out to the car, and after stopping to fill up I drove to a giant mega mall off the Interstate.

Going Shopping

We went into the mall to find it packed with people of all ages and social status. Amy kept looking around, and I could tell she was afraid to run into anyone she knew.

I kept my eyes on the crowd as we wandered along, noting with satisfaction that Amy was getting quite a bit of attention from the male crowd. Checking her reaction, I saw that she was totally oblivious to their attentions. Typical.

My plan quickly unfolded in my mind, and I led Amy into a popular store for the girls and young women. Inside, she tried on several skirts and tops, and I told her to pick out a skirt and two tops to go with it. She did, choosing a denim skirt and two short sleeved T-shirts. I forbade her to pick anything like that and sent her to look again.

When she returned that time, she had a short black skirt, a long sleeved blue stretch top and a sleeveless white thing that hung from her shoulders but nicely showed off her breasts.

With a smile I paid cash for her new clothes, and then took her into a shoe store, where she was much more confident, choosing a pair of black leather pumps with a pointed toe. Satisfied, I paid and took her next to Victoria's Secret.

I bought her two sets, one a black lace bra and panty set with garter belt and matching stockings, the other a white camisole and panty set. Again, as is my way I paid cash.

We walked out into the mall and I asked Amy if she was hungry. She said yes, and I told her we'd grab a quick bite at the food court after she had gone into the lady's bathroom and changed into her new clothes. I was left with one bag, containing the white camisole and panty set and the white top, and Amy took the rest with her.

She was gone for about twenty minutes as I smoked in the mall (ah, the good old days), and when she came out it was breathtaking.

She was striding confidently toward me, her blond hair flying around her shoulders. The blue top seemed to be painted onto her, her new bra holding her ample bosom out proudly. Her skirt hugged her hips and came to mid-thigh, where her gorgeous stocking-clad legs came into view and ended at her petite little feet in the pumps. To say that she was turning heads would be a criminal understatement.

An aside, if you don't mind, but why is it that women never seem to know that most of them do indeed look like cover models when they take the time to dress up and show some confidence? A 190 pound woman who has care in her appearance and dress and a confident attitude can be one hell of a lot more sexy than a 110 pound girl with a knockout body and a crappy attitude. Sorry. Now, to continue;

Weekend with Amy part 1 By Girl Lover

This is our first submission from a guy!  We are so excited to be adding some of his stories.  Here is his first submission it has three parts.  I will be adding the others soon so check back often. Hugs Hannah


Weekend with Amy part 1
By Girl Lover




Saturday

I drove along the unfamiliar streets of the small town near Boston, following the directions she had sent me. I was early, since we had agreed to meet at nine and it was only seven-thirty, but I had a long drive and I didn't want to be late.

Passing by the address she had given me I spotted the red Celica in the driveway, telling me it wasn't safe yet. I drove on and around until I found the little strip mall and pulled in. I got a cup of coffee at the donut place and browsed the shelves at the Drug Store.

I was looking at the condom display when I realized I hadn't brought any with me. Stupid! I grabbed a pack and was halfway to the register when I stopped. I thought about our weekend together, our first weekend, her very first weekend, and I went back and grabbed another pack.

I stood by my car smoking until it was eight forty-five, and then I drove back to her house. The apartment buildings there were blocky and dull, brown two-story buildings with an apartment on each floor. Seeing the Celica was gone, I pulled in and sat with the motor running.

I watched her door and when she peeked out just before nine, my heart leapt. I saw her wave, and shut the door. A minute later she came out with an overnight bag, and I got a chance to look her over as she locked the door.

She was tiny, not more than five feet tall, with long blond hair that fell to mid-back. She wore an oversized green army jacket that fell almost to her knees, and I could see she was wearing fishnets and black combat boots.

She picked up the black overnight bag and came to the car as I unlocked the passenger door. I saw her bright blue-gray eyes, ringed by too much mascara, straight, button nose, full lips, again drowning in too much crimson lipstick, and shiny white, perfect teeth. Her skin was flawless, though a bit pale for my tastes.

She got in the car and tossed her bag on the floor by her feet. As she fastened her seatbelt I saw she was wearing a ragged old orange T-shirt and a loose green skirt that came to mid-thigh.

Of course, what really caught my attention was the swell of her full breasts, at least a D-cup. We smiled at each other, and then without a word from either of us I pulled out and began to drive.

We drove through several small towns, all of them running together so that the only way I knew I was in a new one was when I passed another Town Green. Even after an hour of driving we hadn't spoken, and I could sense her nervousness and a little fear.

Back on the Interstate I saw the Marriott sign and pulled off. I parked in the registration parking and we smiled at each other as I got out and went inside. I paid far too much for a King single, and went back down to the car, honestly wondering if she would still be there but as I approached the car I saw her, still sitting in the car, seatbelt on.

I pulled around to the parking space and we got out. I carried our bags as we walked through the lobby and into the waiting elevator. We got out on the fourth floor and walked down the hallway until we reached the door to our room.

I let her inside, and she immediately went to the sliding glass doors and opened them wide, going out onto the balcony. I set the bags down on the floor and stood watching her as she leaned on the railing, looking out at the trees and commercial buildings.

Memory

I was in a chat room, flirting and playing around with several women that I had become acquainted with when she came in. I instantly sent a PM to say hi and welcome, and she responded instantly. We chatted for a very long time, talking about books, music, and movies, though we didn't share any of the same musical tastes.

Then she had asked me if I had a picture. I replied that I did, but would only send it if she promised to do the same. "Nevermind", was her reply.

Now, I have to admit that when someone does that online the first thing you think is, "Oh, it's a guy," but I didn't think she really could be. From our chatting I knew that she was shy.

I immediately sent her my phone number, and invited her to call me collect anytime. I was shocked when barely a minute later my phone rang. I accepted the charges and listened to breathing for a moment.

"Hi," her soft, sweet voice said over the phone line.

"Hey," I said, trying to be very casual. "You've got a great phone voice." I listened to her giggle nervously, and it was a beautiful sound.

We talked for over two hours that night, long past my usual bedtime, but she was exciting me intensely. No, that gives the wrong impression. We didn't talk about sex, or even flirt that much, but our conversation made me want to meet her.

As we ended our call I told her she could call me any evening collect, and that I would accept the charges.

We spoke for hours nightly for several weeks, and as you can guess our conversations grew more and more personal, and far more sexual in nature. We described ourselves (though I know now that she didn't see herself as beautiful as she is) and eventually moved to phone sex.

I remember the first time I heard her have an orgasm over the phone, naked in her bed with a pocket vibrator against her clit and fingers pushing inside herself. She whined and moaned softly, and then burst into tears and had to be consoled for nearly an hour.

I had to meet this girl who lived so far from me. We plotted and planned, and finally she said she could get away for a weekend with me, but that it had to be the specific weekend that was three weeks away.

The night before our rendezvous she sent me her address, and I began to pack.

Her First Time

"Amy," I called out, and I watched her turn toward me. I waved her inside, and she came in, walking right up to me. I put my hands on her hips and kissed her softly, sucking on her thickly-lipsticked lips. Her hands were on my chest, as though she was going to push me away, but then they slid down to my sides, running up behind my back when her breathing became more ragged.

I moved my hands under her jacket, and then slid them up her sides and around until I cupped her large, full breasts. They felt remarkably heavy, but I guessed that was to be expected.

I felt her tongue dart into my mouth, and I sucked it in and caressed it with my own tongue. I pushed her jacket from her shoulders and she shook it from her arms to the floor. I then took the bottom of her T-shirt and raised it. I had expected some resistance, but she simply raised her arms to allow me to pull it off completely.

Her breasts were beautiful and full, enclosed by a plain white bra. I leaned down and kissed the soft flesh between them, and Amy moaned and grabbed my ass.

I found the zipper on the side of her skirt and I pulled it down, and then slowly slipped her skirt down over her hips. She kicked until her feet were free, still moaning as I kissed her tender breast flesh.

I kissed her lips again and led her to the bed. I sat her on the edge, and then nodded to her, indicating she should move back. She did, moving until only her ankles and feet hung over the edge.

I looked at her firm, flat belly, the curve of her hipbones, and the ripeness of her thighs. She was wearing white cotton bikini panties with blue trim. I leaned down and pressed my face to her crotch, breathing in her musky scent. She raised her knees and moaned as I pressed against her hot, moist crotch with my mouth and lower jaw.

I pulled away and untied first one boot and then the other. I pulled them off, finding perfect little feet wrapped in fishnet with no socks. She had painted her toenails pink.

I moved between her legs and I reached under her ass as she lifted her hips, and I grabbed the waistband of her tights and panties and pulled them down. She was panting and staring at me through half-lidded eyes as I yanked and pulled them down her legs and off.

Before me was a small pussy, open and inviting, topped by a mass of curly black hair. I dove in, and ran my tongue over her, tasting her tart, tangy flavor as I rimmed her hole.

"Oh God, yes!" were the first words I heard her speak in person, and she tangled her fingers in my short hair. I licked and flicked my tongue over her twitching, sensitive outer and inner lips, listening with joy to her passionate moans. I dipped my tongue inside her and felt her vaginal walls throbbing.

I had never been with anyone that excited before. She was hot, and she wanted badly to be fucked. I knew I didn't even have to be particularly good, since she had no reference aside from her fingers and vibrator, but I was determined to make her first time as wonderful as I could.

Her hips had begun to pump, and I knew it was time. I licked slowly upward and then around, and teased her clitoral hood. Sensing the time was right, I lightly darted my tongue against her clit, and then ran the rough surface over her in a slow swirling motion.

She crushed my face to her wet pussy and cried out, her hands tearing at my hair. I slowly worked my index finger inside her with a slow circular motion as I laved her clit, and I could feel her thick creamy juices running down my hand. I licked my hand, and then rimmed around my finger, sliding my tongue along between my finger and her pussy as she cried out loudly in panting shouts of "Oh!"

Here it comes. I was trying to deflower this beautiful girl in the most gentle and tender of ways, but when it all comes down to it, I'm a guy. I pulled away (she took over the rubbing of her pussy) and yanked my pants open. I ripped open the plastic wrapper with my teeth and rolled on a condom quickly, feeling it slide over the rather generous amount of pre-come already smeared there. I climbed between her legs, and introduced Amy to her first live cock.

She was gloriously tight, but her masturbation sessions had removed many of the barriers to deflowering a virgin, namely her hymen and an unused canal. I went as slowly as I could, but it wasn't long before I was inside her completely, her pussy grabbing and jerking my cock.

I was gentle, giving her long, slow strokes. For about three strokes. Then I noticed the amazingly cute young thing writhing beneath me, whispering "Fuck me," over and over, and that "Guy" thing took over again.

I grabbed the backs of her thighs and bent her back, and proceeded to pound my cock into her like a pile driver. My balls felt like they were going to explode, and the only way I knew to help the situation was to fuck Amy as hard and as fast as I could. Hey, I might have died otherwise.

I'm pretty proud of my cock, we've been together a long time now. I've got eight inches (erect of course) and I'm thicker than some, not as thick as some others, circumcised, straight as an arrow, and hard as stone (again, erect). I pounded her pussy in a frenzy, enjoying the sensations and the sounds of her cries and squeals, the slapping of our bodies, and that distinct "phlopf"-ing sound of a pussy's solid penetration by a well aimed prick.

I groaned loudly as I felt my balls try to crawl up into my abdomen, and my cock burned with the heavy torrents of my come as I shot load after load of my creamy best into – my condom.

I continued to stroke into her slowly, and then more slowly, and then I was forced to grab the "neck" of the condom as it tried to slip down my exhausted dick. I pulled both out together, and removed the water-balloon-like condom. I tossed it to the floor and wiped myself with the bedspread.

I moved up on top of my lover and kissed her, noticing for the first time that she had passed out completely. I stroked her face for a while, putting gentle kisses on her lips, and then I rolled her over a bit and took off her bra.

I gathered her clothes and boots and put them on a chair, and then I went out and sat on the balcony and smoked a few cigarettes, enjoying the mid-afternoon air.

Lessons

After a long while I went back inside and checked on Amy, who was sleeping peacefully. Looking at her naked body, freshly fucked, spread out on the bedspread made my cock sit up and take notice as well. I undressed and set some condoms on the nightstand, and then crawled up next to her.

I kissed her lips softly as I gently fondled her breasts, and then I leaned over her and took one of her nipples into my mouth and sucked softly. It immediately tightened up and became stiff in my mouth, and Amy moaned softly in her sleep. I moved to the other and repeated the process, and then switched back and forth until I heard her moaning turn to a sigh and Amy said, "Wow. Thank you."

We kissed for a while, our hands sliding over each other's bodies until she stopped and announced she had to use the bathroom.

When she left, I pulled back the covers and climbed into bed, lighting a cigarette. When she came out I noticed she had one arm across her breasts and the other hand down over her pussy.

"Don't hide from me," I said, smiling. "I'm already intimately acquainted with you, so let me see."

Amy's hands dropped to her sides and she blushed. "I know I'm not that pretty," she said, and I was amazed that she meant it. But before I could say anything she asked, "What do we do now?"

"I don't know," I said, confused. "What would you like to do?"

"I don't know what comes next, I mean," she said, looking embarrassed. "After you do that, what am I supposed to do?"

I felt an indescribable feeling of power and affection course through me. She thought that she had been the only one to get off!

"Well, first thing you need to do is get over here and kiss me," I said. She bounced over, her breasts bouncing incredibly, and wrapped her arms around me. We kissed for a while longer, and then she began to giggle again.

"Your thing is poking me," she giggled.

"You didn't mind before," I said, and then, "Maybe he wants a kiss too."

Like a shot she pulled down the covers and took my rod into her mouth, sucking and licking the head like it was candy and she was starving. She wrapped her fist around the base and bobbed her head, looking great but not really doing much.

"Amy," I whispered, "Press your tongue to the underside and rub it while you run your mouth on it." She did, and I let out a long breath. She was definitely getting the mechanics of it, but there was no "show."

I grabbed the remote from the nightstand and turned on the TV. I found the pay-per-view and ordered a porno, then told Amy to turn herself so I could play with her. After adjusting her stance a few times I was lying back relaxed, with a perfect little pussy right in front of my face.

"Okay, I'm going to have some fun here, but you watch the movie and practice what you see. Those girls are pros," I said, and I began to lick softly on her moist folds. I have to say that one of my favorite things about her was the way her ass wiggled when I sucked her pussy. I could tell by that exactly how much she liked what I was doing, and it's always good to have an indicator.

I didn't notice much change in her technique at first, and then she started stroking more with her fist. A few moments later I felt her suck one of my balls into her mouth and tongue it, and I rewarded her by sucking gently on her clit.

As I sucked on her clit I saw her ass tighten up, and then her body began to shake. I could see her vagina pumping furiously, and then she stopped pumping my shaft and squealed, and her creamy come started to drip.

As I licked at every drop I felt her mouth close on my cock and she bobbed deep, making gagging noises as I felt her throat closing on the head. Her hand was flying up and down my shaft, and she was throating me on every thrust.

I hauled back and slapped her ass hard, and she quickly scurried off of me and sat on her knees on the bed. "Why'd you do that?" she asked, a fearful look in her eyes, "What did I do wrong?"

"Nothing, it's just something we do. It didn't really hurt much, did it?"

She looked like she was thinking about it for a second, and then she said, "No, it felt kind of good, but I thought I did something wrong."

I told her to get one of the condoms from the nightstand and open it. I showed her how to roll it down over my cock, and she did it pretty well. Then I turned around on the bed so my head was toward the foot and had her straddle me. She rose up and we worked my sheathed cock between her lips for a few moments, and then she sat on it, slowly taking me inside her. I leaned up and took one of her beautiful firm breasts into my mouth and sucked happily as she ground herself on my shaft. I looked up at her face and saw she was watching the TV porn with interest.

I looked up and saw the fat hairy guy nailing a busty blond, her ankles pinned up by her ears. He was pounding away at her like there was no tomorrow, and she was screaming. When I looked back up at Amy she was twisting her nipples, and she had gone from gently grinding against me to a quick little bounce.

I thanked God that I had already blown inside her a little while before, since it meant I could last basically as long as I wanted. Her tight little pussy was throbbing around my cock, and it felt amazing, even through the condom.

"Want to change positions?" I asked her softly, and she looked down at me for a second, confused, and then nodded. She climbed off of me and I got up behind her and pushed her down. On her hands and knees, Amy had a great view of the action on the screen and she was apparently getting pretty hot from it.

Her head dropped as I slid my cock into her clutching pussy, and I starting to fuck her with long, slow strokes. I kneaded her ass with my hands, watching her little pink asshole appear and disappear, planning for the time I would take her there as well. 

Amy collapsed with a moan, and I felt her hand run up against my balls. She started to whine, so I assumed she was rubbing her clit as I fucked her. I hauled back and slapped her ass again, and getting no bad reaction I did it again, this time on the other cheek.

"Ooh, fuck me good," she moaned, taking her cue from the blond on the TV, "I love you big fat cock in my pussy! Fuck me good, oh you fuck me so good!"

I leaned over her and took her heavy, swinging breasts in my hands and squeezed them, pressing them together as I stroked deep into her tight little pussy.

"Oh yeah, squeeze my titties! Fuck my pussy! I'm so hot for your big hard cock!" Amy cried out, and I realized this wasn't a girl I could ball in a theater. She was loud!

I sat back up and slapped her ass again, and then sucked my thumb to get it nice and wet. I spread her cheeks and without a word pressed my thumb into her ass.

"Oh God!" Amy cried, and her body started to shake. I felt her pussy try to crush my cock, and listened to her as she groaned and gurgled.

I started to pound her harder and faster, working my thumb in and out slowly, gently pulling it this way and that. Amy had begun to whine deep in her throat, and I knew I had pushed her past pleasure and into oblivion.

I pulled my cock out of her and flipped her onto her back. She was looking at me through half-lidded eyes, her whole body a deep rosy color. I crawled up and sat on her breasts and yanked off the condom. She looked at my cock as I stroked it, the head inches from her face, and she closed her eyes and moaned, just in time as my come shot out and made ropy trails of white across her lips, nose and cheeks.

I pushed forward and grabbed her hair, and I pulled her face up and pushed my pulsing cock between her lips. There was only a few shots left in me, and I dumped them into her mouth.

When I was finished I rubbed my cock over her face, rubbing in the come I had deposited there as she moaned and kissed or licked it each time it passed her lips.

This little thing was definitely hot, and I was going to enjoy every minute I spent with her.

Shower Time

I climbed off of Amy and onto the floor, and took her hand and pulled. She groaned and rolled over, putting her feet on the carpet.