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Amanda's Dream
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
The dream is always the same.
I am on my knees, sucking his cock, feeling the turgid wamrth slide in
and out of my mouth, again and again, stretching my jaws until they ache with
pleasant exertion. I can't see his face, but I know who he is; or rather, I
know that I should know him...I just can't place his face. His thrusts are
harder and harder until he is gripping the sides of my head, slamming his cock
into me, into my mouth, his balls bouncing off my chin. The tremors start deep
inside him, rumbling through his body until he grips my head hard and explodes.
I pull his cock out of my mouth and feel his creamy warmth spraying across my
face, bathing my features with his slime. I lap at it happily, thrilling to the
feeling of his hot semen covering my face.
But this morning, it was different. As I swam up through the hazy
layers of sleep, in that last moment of the dream that was still fantasy and
yet the beginning of reality, I finally looked up, locking my green eyes with
his, and this final time...I can see his face.
Daddy.
Smiling down at me, grinning at the wonderful blowjob his daughter has
just given him. My eyes snapped open, and I could feel the moistness between my
legs. I thrust a hand into my panties and frigged myself off, coming in quick,
shuddering waves that left me breathless. At least twice a week, sometimes more
I had the dream. And every time I woke up moments from climax, a small touch of
my clit was all I needed to send me over the edge into orgasmic ectasy.
But this morning was different. This morning, I was going to finally
make the fantasy into reality. Swinging my feet over the edge of the bed, I
stared at myself in the full-length mirror that covered my closet. I could
still see the slimy spot in the middle of my panties, and my erect nipples
throbbed almost painfully. If only Daddy would walk in now, I thought. Then
he would see what a sexy sight this is, and he would be powerless to stop
himself from throwing his body on top of mine and thrusting that log between
my willing thighs and ride me through the crests to orgasm.
But, I thought, standing, if Mohammad won't go to the mountain...
I threw on one of Daddy's old button down shirts and changed my
panties. Staring at the mirror, I decided to add a little effect. I reached int
the crotch and pulled a few of my blonde cunt hairs out so they would peek
around the edges. Still not enough. I rubbed my nipples, exciting the hard
little nubbins until they were poking through the material of the shirt.
Perfect.
Daddy was in the kitchen, reading the Sunday paper. Since Mom had died,
Dad hadn't found a use for church, so we spent most Sunday's together.
"You came in early last night, Amanda."
"Yeah," I said softly, trying not to be to obvious that something was
bothering me.
"What's a matter? Your date get too fresh?"
Getting a bowl from the cupboard, I muttered, "I wish..." under my
breath. In truth, I had spent most of the night riding up and down on my
boyfriend's cock...but I didn't want Dad to know that. I wanted him to think
that something was wrong.
"Hmmmm?" Daddy said, turning the page.
"Nothing." I poured ceral into the bowl and added milk, then joined
Daddy at the kitchen table. I munched slowly, wishing that it was my Daddy's
balls in my mouth instead of Captain Crunch. I put a pout on my face and
kept eating. Sooner or later, he would notice, and then I would pounce.
Finally, he put the paper down. "Something IS wrong, isn't it? You're
so quiet this morning. Did Danny get fresh last night?"
I stood up and walked over to Daddy, and then sat on his lap, throwing
my arms around his neck. "No Daddy, quite the oppisite. He didn't even try to
kiss me! What's wrong with me? Aren't I good looking?"
I looked into my father's eyes. His eyes drifted down to the part in
my shirt, seeing my braless, heavy breasts swaying under the material, their
hard nipples pushing at the shirt. Quickly, a little ashamed, he returned his
gaze to me.
"No, Amanda, you're a beautiful girl."
"Thanks, Daddy." I kissed him on the nose and made my move. Making as
if to get up, I felt Daddy's hands around my waist to hoist me to my feet. At
that moment, I faked slipping back into his lap. His hands slid up my body and
rested squarely on my breasts. His hands opened automatically and cupped my
heavy 36C breasts. His right thumb pressed over my left nipple.
"Mmmmmm," I said, feeling the pleasure course through my body. "That
feels good, Daddy." For a moment, Daddy kept his hand on my breast, and then he
removed it, looking at me like a deer in the headlights of an onrushing car.
"We shouldn't-" he started.
I leaned down and kissed him, my hot little tongue sliding into his
mouth and curling around his tongue. I took his hand and slipped it into my
shirt, around my left breast. The contact between his hand and my breast was
electric. His hand suddenely gripped my tit, hard, and he was kissing me back,
using his tounge.
Suddenely, he pushed me away. "No!" he said. "This is NOT right." I
grabbed his head with both my hands and kissed him deeply. He fought for a
moment, and then relaxed into my mouth. "Please, Daddy." I whispered. "Take
me, please."
He still looked uncertain. I took his hand and placed it between my
legs so he could feel the liquid warmth trickling out of my overheated cunt.
"Feel how wet I am for you, Daddy. Feel how much I want you." His hand
rubbed lightly over my panty-covered cunt and I shivered. "That feels wonderful
Daddy. Play with me." Dad lifted me effortlessly onto the table and dove
between my wantonly spread legs, burying his face in my crotch. I thrust up,
slamming my hips into his face as Daddy slavered saliva over my crotch, soaking
the silk material of my panties.
For five minutes Daddy ministered to my overheating cunt through my
panties, driving me wild. I was groaning and pulling on my nipples, feeling
the orgasm approaching. I was seconds away from a massive cum when my father
pulled his face away.
"Noooo!" I screamed, reaching for his head. My father dodged my hands
and grinned wickedly at me. "Hold your horses, girl. I'm just taking your
panties off!" I relaxed and sat back as Daddy worked the wispy material down
my thighs and over my ankles. I kicked my legs wide apart and my father
stared into the gaping maw of my needy cunt.
His kisses started at my knees and slowly worked their way up to my
cunt, stopping every few inches to kiss more of my thighs. Finally his tongue
was licking my outer lips.
Daddy ate me expertly, knowing just when to apply pressure to my clit,
just when to spear his meaty tongue into my hole, when to suck the slime seepin
from my twat. I was slowly going into orbit. It wouldn't be long now!
And then my father did something that I will never forget. His hands
had been clutching my buttocks as he feasted on my cunt. One hand left my cheek
and made its way in between, seperating the globes of my ass, searching out my
little pink bunghole. I had never played with my own asshole, and no one else
ever had, either. But my father wasn't shy. His middle finger rubbed back and
forth across the little puckered grommett, making me hotter and hotter. Then
he grabbed my clit with his lips and sucked, and at the same time, thrust a
finger deep into my shitter.
I screamed into my climax, gripping his hair with both my hands and
rode his face through several peaks, shuddering with the intense pleasure
rocking my body.
After three minutes of intense pleasure, I slowly came back to Earth,
still gripping my father's hair. I slowly let go, relaxing back against the
table in wonderment at my father's skill as a lover. He was much better than
I had ever imagined.
He sat back and wiped the back of his hand across his mouth, an evil
gleam in his eyes. Our glances locked, and I could feel myself getting
aroused again. Suddenely, I wanted the dream to be real. I wanted to be on
my knees, in front of my Daddy, with his hard, throbbing cock down my
throat.
I slowly came off the table and kneeled in front of him. His chinos
were strained to the limit by his erection. I kissed the lump in his pants
and slavered my tongue over the material. I was comitted to showing my Daddy
what a slut his daughter could be.
"Daddy," I moaned. "I want to suck you. Do you want me to?" He gave a
gurgled gasp and thrust his crotch at my face. I could feel his cock fighting
to get out into the air, into my hot, wet mouth. And I wanted nothing more out
of life at that moment then to bury my face in Daddy's crotch.
I opened his zipper and freed his cock. Seven inches of steel-hard
pink tubesteak, and it was all for me, his little sixteen-year-old daughter.
I held it reverently, looking at it like it was the stave of life. I licked up
one side and down the other, leaving as much hot, wet saliva as I could. My
hands massaged his balls, rolling the egg-shaped testicles in my hands gently.
"Mmmm," I moaned. "It's so big and hard and hot. Do you know what I
want to do with this?" He gave a tortured gasp and thrust his hips at my
face. "Yes, that's right. I wanna suck it. I want you to let me suck your
dick."
"Yeah," he gasped.
"Say it, Daddy."
"Suck it. Suck my dick."
I reached out and licked his peehole with the tip of my little pink
tongue. "And when I'm done...will you come for me? Will you come on my face?"
"Yes!" he groaned. Good enough. I opened my mouth and dropped my head
over his erection, burying every single inch of his hot hardness in the warm
sucking hole of my mouth. He gripped my hair this time and started face fucking
me, slamming the length of his turgid manhood into my hot, sucking mouth again
and again. My hands worked his balls like a gambler with a pair of crap dice,
feeling them tense and relax in my hands as he built to a climax. I knew this
first one was going to be fast and hard. As far as I knew he hadn't had sex
since my mother had died six months ago.
"Gonna blow!" my father said, jerking his cock out of my mouth. I
glanced at him, my green eyes locking with his blue ones as hot cock spit his
load on me, covering my face with his hot, sticky load. I giggled and clapped
my hands, grabbing his dick and milking it, smearing his goo all over my face,
feeling his slimy gift cover my cheeks and chin.
Gasping, Daddy stared at me as I licked the last few drops off of his
cockhead, smiling at him through a faceful of spoot.
"You know what I want you to do to me, Daddy?"
"What?" he gasped.
"I want you to fuck me. Fuck me hard, like I'm your whore."
Daddy growled and grabbed my shoulders, bringing me to my feet. He
stood and drove me against the kitchen wall, pinning me there. My legs went up
and around his waist. His cock was still hard; the natural lubrication from his
come coupled with the dripping slime coming from my own cunt made his entrance
into my sluthole a little easier than it might have been, but I still felt like
I had been split in two when he stuffed his incredibly fat member into my hot,
clutching little teenaged cunt. My back hit the wall with the force of his
penetration. I screeched and pulled him deeper inside me, grabbing at his ass
as he slam fucked me into the wall again and again. His hands tore at my shirt,
tossing it aside as he buried his face between my breasts, sucking on my
erect nipples, causing waves of pleasure to ripple up and down my body,
from my tits to my cunt and back again.
He tired of this quickly and dropped me to my feet. He came up behind
me and pushed on my shoulders. How wicked! Daddy wanted to fuck me doggy style!
I loved it. I dropped to my kees, and then rested my weight on my shoulders,
reaching behind my to spread the cheeks of my tender young ass. I looked at
him over my shoulder; he was standing there, slowly stroking his dick as he
looked down to see his daughter on the floor, lewdly holding her asscheeks
apart so her Daddy could my spread open cunt.
"Fuck me Daddy! Treat me like the slut I am!" Daddy dropped to his
knees behind me and grabbed my hips, seating his cock at my entrance. A moment
later I felt his hips shift, and then he was sliding that magnificant member
up my tightly clutching cunt. I clenched my internal muscles, and Daddy
groaned. I love fucking dog style, because no matter how many cocks I take,
I always feel extra-tight and hot in this position.
Daddy started pumping his cock in and out of my overheated cunt. His
hands gripped my hips and pulled me back every time he thrust. I was getting
the fucking of my life from my own father, and I loved it! His hands moved up
my stomach to my wildly swinging tits, and he latched on to my big milkers,
pulling and twisting on my itchy nipples.
I started seeing stars as I climbed closer and closer to another
explosive climax, and I could tell Daddy wasn't far behind. "Don't come inside
me!" I screamed. "I want to drink it! I want to wear it!" Daddy's fucking
pace increased, and I knew he was seconds away from blasting another delicious
load of his man goo, and I didn't want to miss a drop.
I spun away from him, dislodging his cock from my cunt. He reared up
on his knees, and I scooted foward until my face was even with his throbbing
cock. I started jerking on it, leaning down to lick his balls.
"Come for me, dammit!" I said. "Give me your slime!" Daddy grabbed my
head and forced his cock into my mouth. I slid my mouth wetly up and down his
cock a few times, and when I felt the tremors start in his balls I pulled his
dick out and let him paint my face again with his slimy, creamy warmth. His
seed flowed over my face again, covering me with his love and his warmth.
"That feels so, good, Daddy!"
....to be continued. In our next episode, Amanda convinces her father to
invite some of his poker buddies over for a party. A party with Amanda as the
chief attraction. Look for AMANDA02.ZIP on better Adult BBS' everywhere!
I smiled at Daddy through the sheen of his cum on my face and made a
big show of licking the last remnents of his slime off of my fingers. I
sighed and leaned back on the kitchen floor, rubbing my pussy. "God, that
felt great!" I groaned. "But I'm still horny!"
"Want me to suck you out, little girl?" Daddy's voice was harsh and
hoarse with passion. He could see the winking lips of my little cunt under
my fingers.
"No. I want you to do something else for me, Daddy. Something wicked
and nasty."
"What?"
"I want you to call Fred, Bill and Ted. Tell them that your regular
Thursday Night poker game has been rescheduled for this afternoon. Only, we
won't be playing poker, Daddy. We'll be playing Poke-Her."
Daddy's face split into an evil grin and he stood. Disappearing into
the living room, I could hear him on the phone. "You won't regret it, Fred."
was the last thing I heard him say before I went upstairs to shower and
change.
* * * * * * * * * *
An hour later, I returned downstairs to find my father and his three
friends involved in the poker game. Bill and Ted didn't look that happy, being
dragged away from their regular Sunday afternoon golf game to play poker with
the same guys they played with every Thursday night. Well, I would change that.
I stopped in the front hall and checked myself out once more before I made my
entrance.
I had chosen to look as slutty as possible, (which, actually, was how
I normally looked,) and the black leather microminiskirt helped that effect
along. Four-inch heels fed into black seamed stockings held up by a garter belt
made my legs look long and delicious. The white tank-top that I had chosen to
sheath my braless tits hugged my flesh, my nipples poking through the fabric.
I looked hot enough to eat. And to fuck. And to suck and lick and bite...
or whatever else came to their dirty little minds.
I breezed into the living room, waving a cheery hello to the men and
took my seat on the couch. I grabbed the TV guide and started reading. I had
positioned myself so that Fred, if he looked just right, could see up my
skirt and into the pink, wet crevice between my legs. I pretended to ignore the
men as I worked the easy TV guide crossword.
This little charade went on for about ten minutes. I absently scratched
one tit when Ted was looking directly at me. My nipples responded to my touch
and pushed harder against the fabric of my tanktop. I heard Ted's sudden intake
of breath and knew that I almost had him. I coughed twice, my signal to Daddy
that things were progressing. Daddy was about to say something when Bill spoke.
"Your little girl is quite a woman, Dan."
My father grinned and looked over at me. "She sure is. She's got the
boys all sniffing around her these days." Looking over at me, Daddy said,
"Amanda, honey? Would you be a dear and get us all a beer?"
I looked over at my father and smiled, putting the TV guide down on
the coffee table. Sitting there, leaning over, my tits all but spilling out of
my tanktop and my legs spread, showing everyone in the room my pink little cunt
I knew that I had their undivided attention.
Returning to the living room a few moments later with the beer bottles
on a tray, I put my plan into motion. Just stripping off my clothes and sitting
my tender little ass down on the poker table might have achieved the desired
results, but it might also have scared the men off. A little more (not much,
but a little) subtlely was required.
I walked over to Daddy and bent over as I placed the beer bottle in
front of him. The material of my skirt was drawn tightly across my ass, and
out of the corner of my eye I could see Bill trying hard to look without lookin
like he was looking. The black leather creeped up my ass as I bent down to give
my father a little kiss on the lips. My mouth opened and I gave him just the
tip of my tounge for a second before standing up and tugging the skirt down ove
my ass with my free hand.
Bill was next. I leaned over him, resting my tits on his back as I
placed the beer in front of him. A slight rub with my tits across his back
gave me the pleasure of feeling him inhale sharply. I knew that Bill was up
for whatever I wanted.
Ted was next. He looked at me hungrily as I leaned down with his beer.
I made a planned mistake and spilled some in his lap. "Oh, I'm sorry!" I gushed
I grabbed a napkin off the tray and started wiping at the wet spot I had made
in his crotch. He let me wipe at his dick for a few moments, then pushed my
hand away. "I got it," he said softly.
"Sorry," I whispered.
"Amanda," my father said sharply. "That was not a nice thing to do. I
want you to apologize to Ted."
"I'm sorry, Ted."
"That's not enough," my father said. I could hear the huskiness creep
back into his voice. So it was going to be Ted.
"That's OK, Dan. She didn't mean it."
"Oh, but I did." I said softly. Ted looked at me in surprise.
"Excuse me?"
"Well, how else was I going to find out how big your dick is?"
Needless to say, you could have heard a pin drop in that room. "Well,
Amanda," my father said, "If you want to see how big Ted's dick is...take it
out!"
I grinned over my shoulder at my father and dropped to my knees.
Leaning in over Ted's lap I pulled at his zipper. For some reason, I had a
little difficulty getting the metal tab of his zipper over the bulge in Ted's
pants. I can't imagine why.
Ted's dick poppped into view, and I gave a little pleased gasp. About
six inches long, it was very thick, with a throbbing, red tip. "It's so cute!"
I squealed. "Can I kiss it?"
Ted was speechless, looking down at me holding his dick with one soft
hand. "S-s-s-ure," he stammered.
I locked my green eyes with his brown ones and slowly lowered my face
until he could feel my hot, moist breath on his cock head. My little pink
tongue poked from between my lips and I very slowly, very deliberately licked
the head of his penis.
Ted shuddered and a little drop of precum ooozed out of his dick. I
tasted it. It was delicious. Cooing with delight I opened my mouth and dropped
my head over his cock, instantly bathing it with hot, wet saliva. Ted groaned
and thrust his hips into my face, forcing his cock into my throat. I started
bobbing my head in his lap, taking the full length of his delicious cock with
every stroke.
"So good," Ted moaned. "So hot and wet." I giggled with delight and
started moving faster. My plan was to blow all the men except Daddy, that way
they would be able to last longer when we got down to the main event. I wanted
three cocks inside me at once, and if they all blew too soon, then my fun would
be over!
Ted didn't take long. About thirty seconds after I started sucking his
tasty little cock he gripped the sides of my head and pumped a load of cum
across my tongue and down my throat. I lapped happily at the taste, loving the
creamy warmth in my mouth. Finished, I leaned back and made a show of licking
my lips for any stray strands of cum and swallowing what I found.
"Who's next?" I said.
"Well," Daddy said, "Why don't we do this? The winner of this hand gets
to have my daughter suck his dick. That all right with everyone?"
Three silent heads nodded. "Ted, since you've already sampled my little
girl's charms, you're out of this hand." Ted just nodded and folded his cards
over.
Bill and Fred looked at each other like mortal combatants in a fight
to the death. My father said, "Ok, we're at the last raise. I bet my daughter's
mouth."
Bill looked at my father. "I'll see that."
"I'll see that wrapped around my fucking dick," Fred grinned, turning
his cards over. "Full boat, Aces over eights."
"The death hand," my father remarked idily. "Well, sorry, 'ol buddy.
I got four tens." My father turned up the four cards and smiled, reaching
for his zipper.
"Not so fast, Dan, my man." Bill said slyly. "The one time in my life
I've ever gotten this hand, and by Jesus, I love the pot. Straight flush. Three
of spades low." Spread out in front of Bill were the three, four, five, six and
seven of spades. "I win."
I smiled and walked over to where Bill was sitting. He pushed away from
the table and unzipped his pants. I moved to stay his hands. "Let me do that."
I tugged his dick out and smiled at him. It was another sturdy little six-
incher. Something I would absolutely adore having in my hot, sucking mouth. "I
just have one question, Bill."
"What would that be?"
"How do you want it? Slow and soft and wet and warm, or fast and hard
and deep?"
"Slow, sweet baby. Slow as slow can be."
"Mmmmmm. Just the way I like it. But I'm gonna get a mite more
comfortable first." I pulled my tanktop up so my breasts were visible, but
not completely off. I've learned in my four years of fucking that men like that
half-dressed, ready to fuck in a moment's notice look. It just seems dirtier,
somehow.
I tweaked my nipples as I kneeled before Bill, moaning in the back of
my throat. "Your cock looks delicious. While I'm sucking Bill's dick and
drinking his cum, why don't the rest of you get naked?"
The three other men jolted from the table as if shocked and started
stripping immediately. I concerned myself with the throbbing member in the
center of my vision. I stuck out my tongue and slowly licked up one side and
down the other, tweaking my nipples the entire time. I grasped Bill's cock
with my small hand and placed light kisses all over the head.
"Slow, girlie. Real slow. I want this to last." Right. I knew my mouth
skills, practiced on hundreds of cocks so far, would be no match for whatever
self-control Bill thought he had.
I grinned and lowered my little mouth onto his dick and began to suck
slowly, using as much suction as I could muster, my cheeks hollowing with the
effort. I bathed his hot, hard flesh with spit, giving him the gooiest blowjob
I could manage. My head started bobbing slowly on his dick, drawing all his coc
meat into my mouth, savoring the salty, masculine flavor. Bill had a delicious
dick, and I wanted to spend a week savoring each hot, hard inch.
But, there were three men waiting for me, for my hot, tight holes. It
wouldn't be fair to be selfish in this instance. If I wanted, I could always
give the guys a private, one-on-one encounter and show them the full range of
my fucking skills.
I started rolling Bill's balls in my hands. I could feel him tense, and
I knew he was seconds from shooting. I popped his dick out of my mouth and
began jacking him, a grimce on my face. "Come on me," I gasped. "On my face.
Come on my face!" With a deep groan, Bill blew his spoo, covering my face with
his pearly warmth. The feeling of his slick jism cascading over my skin set me
off, making me crash into an orgasm that was all the more suprising because
I hadn't even touched my clit.
Gasping, I sat back, scooping the wads of jizz off my face and licking
my hands clean. "God, that was wonderful," I said. "But I want more. I want
all three of you," I said, pointing at my father, Ted and Fred, "at the same
time!"
They grinned at me like a trio of idoiots. What did I expect? With a
hot and horny sixteen-year old slut before them, begging to be made airtight,
any man would be an idiot!
I got down on my hands and knees. Since Fred hadn't yet had the
pleasure of one of my patended blowjobs, I motioned him to my face. Ted slid
underneath my crouched form and impaled my dripping cunt on his cock. I had
a cock in my mouth and a cock in my hungry, clutching cunt. I was plugged from
both ends, and I loved it. But the best was yet to come.
Crouching behind me, my father spread the cheeks of my tender ass and
trailed his tounge between my bouncy cheeks, wetting my asshole with his
saliva. He kissed and licked at my wrinkled grommett, getting me ready for
the anal assualt I knew was coming and was praying would happen soon.
"Let me get in there for a second, Ted. I wanna lube up." Ted dropped
his dick out of my cunt for a second, and I felt it nudging against my
naval for a moment as my father gave me seven or eight strokes to lube his
dick with my cunt cream. Then my father was gone and Ted was back.
I felt the pressure at my sphincter as my father came knocking for my
asshole. There was resistence for a moment as I beared down, pretending like
I was taking a shit, and then my father's cock slid halfway up my ass. The
glutted feeling was exquisite, and I thrilled to the sensation of three cocks
filling me up at once. The men established a rythym and I moved happily between
them, feeling Fred's cock sawing in and out of my mouth, Ted's cock charging in
and out of my tightly clutching cunt and Daddy's cock ramming in and out of my
tender asshole.
The absolute stretched feeling drove me over the edge and I screamed
around the dick in my mouth, suddering into an explosive climax. I could feel
my cunt jizz seeping around Ted's dick. Almost as soon as my climax was over,
I began building to another one.
Sweat was pouring down my face and dripping off of my tits onto Ted's
chest. He fastened his mouth to my left nipple, massaging my right tit with
his hand, gripping hard enough to leave a bruise. My nipples reflected the
state of my entire body: Erect, electric and raw. It felt as though sparks
were flying from my tits into Ted's hands. My own hands were busy with Fred's
cock and balls, working on them to bring him to a glorious, creamy climax.
My father's hands were gripping my hips hard, pulling my ass back
against his hard onslaught, his balls slapping against the bottom of my vulva
with each stroke. Suddenely my father's hands tightened painfully on my ass and
he grunted, deep in his throat.
"Gonnna cummm!" he moaned. He pulled his dick out of my poor stretched
asshole and stood over my back, furiously jacking his dick. I felt the first
spurts of his climax across my back, the jizz scalding against my skin,
curdling against my hot flesh. I wriggled happily under the shower of my
father's jizz, thrilling to the feeling. The climax that had been building in
my groin exploded at the contact of my father's spoo across my back and I
writhed into another explosive orgasm and began building for another. It just
couldn't get any better than this.
Ted was next. He pulled out of my gaping cunt and pulled himself off,
painting my mound and pubic hair with his slimy gift of lust. I could feel the
mushy wetness between my legs, and my cunt missed his throbbing dick. Not to
be outdone, Bill squatted behind me and filled my cunt with his rejuvinated
dick. I was in between Fred and Bill, feeling them slam me from both ends like
an erotic, slutty accordian of lust.
Suddenely a flash lit up the room. I spit out Fred's dick in time to se
my father raise his grinning face from behind the family Poloroid camera. A
little square of acetate was spitting out the front.
"For the memories," my father said.
I grinned at him. "I've got a good idea for a picture, Daddy."
I motioned him over and began furiously jacking Fred's dick. "Wait unti
I say, Daddy. I wanna catch the second spurt of Fred's dick, after the first
spurt covers my face!" My father's dick, recent visitor to my stretched rectum,
twitched at his slutty daughter's nasty words.
I felt the tremors in Fred's dick and counted to three. At two the firs
spurt blew from the tip, neatly painting my eyes and nose, the gush of sperm
running down my face and dripping off my nose. "Now!" I screamed.
The second spurt was in midair, aiming for my smiling, upturned face
when the flash went off again. I didn't care. All I knew was that another
delicious load of Fred's cum was aiming at my most favorite of targets: My face
My father whispered, "Oh my god..." as he watched me open my mouth and lap at
the flying jizz, trying to catch every drop. Exhausted, Fred dropped away from
my face. My father watched as I ran my fingers through the river of man goo on
my face, scooping it all into my salivating mouth. The taste was sweet and
smooth, and I couldn't get enough.
Bill grunted, watching from behind as I sucked the last of Fred's jisim
from my fingers and turned towards him with a plainitive look on my face. "Save
it for me," I whined in my best little-girl voice. "I want to taste all of it!"
Bill grunted again and popped his dick out of my tight little cunt,
wrapped his hands in my long blonde hair and pulled my face to his crotch.
"Suck it, little slut. Suck it ALL." I gladly opened my mouth as the
first spurt of his jizz crossed my tongue and slid down my throat. I was
furiously frigging myself as I drank his load, bringing myself to another
small, quiet climax this time. He shot three or four loads down my throat and
then fell to his knees, pale.
The rest of the afternoon was spent much like that first orgasmic
explosion of lust. The highlight of the afternoon for me was being forced over
the card table and being sodimized by all four of the men, one after the other
until my asshole was stretched wide and oozing from the four huge loads of cum
that they had packed in there.
After Daddy's friends had left, he took me upstairs to his bathroom
and helped me clean up.
"My asshole feels full, Daddy. Would you mind...?"
"What?"
"Lick me out, Dad. Get all their cum, would you?" My father looked at
me for a long, hard moment, and then grinned, sinking to his knees behind me,
spreading the cheeks of my ass so he could get his tongue into my hole. He
sucked out the loads that were jammed up there as I moaned hotly and pushed my
ass back against his face.
"You know what, Daddy?"
"Mmmmm?"
"I have another idea for a good time." I knew I had his attention
because his tongue became more insistent in my butthole. "I have this white
leather dress that has zippers up the front and back. I can expose any part
of my body that I want to at any time. I think I wanna go to a bar and see how
many men I can turn on, and then let them fuck me as much as they want in the
car."
My father's mouth began sucking at my asshole. He clearly approved of
the idea. "Or maybe on the pool table," I said. "Yeah, where everyone can
watch me take on the entire bar. And you know what, Daddy?"
"Mmmmm?"
"I want you to eat my ass and cunt after every one of them. What
do you think about THAT?"
"MMMMMMM!"
In our next episode of Amanda's Adventures, (Amanda #3) Amanda takes her father
and her little white leather minidress to the Monkey's Paw Bar & Grill. Little
did Amanda know at the time that the local chapter of the DeathHeads Biker Gang
would be holding their semi-annual intitation meeting there... Join us for
another sexciting episode of Amanda...America's Sweetest Slut!
The Story Thus Far : After seducing her father to fuck her on
the kitchen floor, sixteen year-old Amanda convinced her father to invite some
of his poker buddies over for an afternoon of group sex and anal lust. Even
this, however, was not enough to satisfy the itch between little Amanda's legs.
While her father cleaned out Amanda's well used asshole in the shower after
the afternoon Poke-Her party, Amanda told her father about this next exciting
adventure: Taking on an entire barroom of men, in full public view. This is
Part I of the continuing adventures of Amanda, America's Sexiest Slut.
Three days later, after my asshole had shrunk back to its original
size and my cunt stopped throbbing every time I sat down, I decided that it
was time to go to The Monkey's Paw, a local dive and biker bar. I knew that I
would find the kind of men that I needed there; men that wouldn't be afraid to
give me what I needed, again and again, in every hole I had.
I had spent the days in between the afternoon poker party and today
mostly between my father's legs, nursing on his cock like a baby with a bottle.
While we watched TV at night, I would sit with my head in Daddy's lap, softly
licking and sucking his cock, drawing his erection out over several hours until
he was shaking with arousal and the desire to fill my hot, wet mouth with his
delicious, creamy cum. For variety, I would lick his asshole before he went to
bed every night.
Daddy told me that he's been sleeping a lot better these days. Well...
duh!, right?
Anyway, I told Daddy that tonight was the night. He was free to come
and watch me, and even participate if he wanted. I warned him that it might be
brutal and a little hard to watch, his own daughter taking anyone and everyone
on stretched over a pool table in a dark, dank bar. He looked at me with the
same lust I had grown accustomed to and said low, under his breath, "I wouldn't
miss it for the world, you sexy little slut." I kissed him and went to prepare.
First, I took a long, hot bath, using some scented oils to make my
skin soft and fragrent. A little glycerin in the bath made my skin baby soft. I
chose what to wear with care, knowing that my first impression had to send a
very specific message: Here was a woman with a hot cunt and ass and mouth,
looking for each to be plugged all night long. Towards that end I chose my
six inch white spike heels. I'd practiced walking around the house wearing
nothing but the shoes, (and I do mean nothing BUT,) watching the way the
shoes made my legs look longer and the way they gave my ass an enticing little
wiggle. Long black seamed stockings, the very same ones that I had worn during
that poker party, a garter belt, no panties (of course!) and the white leather
minidress and I was complete. The dress hugged my ample (36C) clevage, showing
the tops of my creamy sixteen year-old breasts to their best advantage.
The dress had a zipper with two tabs. The dress could be opened
completely, to offer both my lower holes easily, or left closed to inspire some
mystery. I lowered the zipper from the top so that the sides of my firm little
titties could easily be seen.
I tied my long blonde hair into a ponytail. I loved the way it bounced
when I was on my knees sucking cock, and men loved to use it as a handle to
guide my sucking mouth. Plus, it made me look that much younger, and yes, just
that much nastier.
Some perfume between my tits, some behind the knees, a dab on each
wrist and behind each ear and I was ready to go. Just looking at myself in the
full length mirror bolted to my closet door made my clit throb. I gave into
the temptation and fell back on the bed, putting some pillows behind my head
so I could watch myself in the mirror as I furiously frigged myself off, my
own cunt cream adding to the perfume that came from a bottle. Two wracking
climaxes later I was ready to go on the hunt for some cockmeat.
Coming downstairs, I was surprised to find my father dressed like a
lowlife. He'd dug an old pair of jeans out of a drawer, jeans so old that the
seat was faded to near transparancy. Tucked into the waistband of his jeans
was the oldest, rattiest undershit Daddy owned. He'd slicked his hair back
with some kind of hair goo, and he didn't look like my father at all. He looked
mean and evil and just a bit dangerous. He looked at me walking down the stairs
and I noticed he had a sudden tightening in the crotch of his jeans.
I stood before him and twirled on my heels for his inspection. Daddy
smiled at me, leaned in and gave me a sloppy kiss on the mouth, running one of
his hands in the side of my leather dress to tease my heavy breast. He tugged
at the nipple and bolts of pure arousal shot straight to my cunt.
"A quick one, before we go?" he asked.
"Sorry, Daddy. Tonight you just get to watch. But," I added, "if you're
lucky, maybe I'll let you suck the cum out of my pussy later tonight!" He
grinned at me and lightly slapped my leather clad ass. I giggled, and we left
the house for The Monkey's Paw.
* * * * * * * * * *
The bar was dark and dank and smelled of stale sweat and old smoke. I
entered first. Daddy would wait in the car for about ten minutes, and then
follow me in. At first, we didn't want anyone to know we were together. The
bouncer looked at me for a second, probably thinking to ask me for ID. The
bartender caught my eye, and I smiled and waved as if I knew him, and the
bouncer's decision was made; if the owner caught a man-magnet like me being
turned away, representing perhaps the dozens of drinks that the men would buy
me, the bouncer would be bounced himself.
I made my way to the bar, making sure to put an extra wiggle in my
walk. I gave the bar a once-over, checking out the action. Perhaps ten people,
some playing pool, others sitting alone at the bar drinking quietly. At a
small table in the back three biker types shared a pitcher of beer and were
leaning over the table, talking to each other. Every so often one of the
bikers would laugh out loud.
The laugh sounded evil to my ears.
The laugh sounded wonderful to my cunt.
I perched my tightly-clad, leather covered-butt on a barstool and made
as much of a show out of crossing my legs as I could. Every eye on the place
was locked onto my long pins. Once my legs were crossed, I relaxed my toes,
letting the heel of my shoe pop off so I could tap it. I knew the effect it
would have; everything about this night was timing and planning and playacting.
"Help 'ya?" the bartender asked.
"Sex on the beach," I ordered, drawing the words out. The bartender
appraised me for a long moment, probably thinking along the same lines as the
bouncer had. In the end, my eventual effect on the till overrode any problems
he might have had with my age. I didn't think I looked THAT young.
"Sure." A moment later he was back with the drink. I moved to open my
purse, but the bartender waved a hand over the bar, palm down. "It's taken
care of. The gentleman at the end of the bar." I looked down to see a thirtyish
man, wearing a blue-button down shirt and glasses, wave at me. I smiled and
nodded at him, thanking him silently for the drink. The ritual completed, the
man stood and walked over to where I was sitting.
The man sat down next to me and offered his hand. "Joe. They call me
Big Joe." I reached down and tested the heft in his pants. "I can see why,
Joe."
Joe smiled a long, wide smile and made no move to remove my hand. "Got
a quarter, Joe? I wanna play some music." I'd noticed a jukebox in the corner
when I walked in. He dug in his pants and returned with a handful of change.
He dumped it into my hands, never taking his eyes off me.
I sauntered over to the jukebox and fed it the money. I selected a few
slow tunes and stood on the makeshift dance floor, waiting for the music to
start. The Righteous Brothers came on, crooning about loving feelings. I held
my arms out to Joe, still at the bar, and made dancing motions. In a flash he
was in my arms.
We danced slowly, me grinding my hips against him. His hands slipped
down to my tight ass, and when I didn't remove his hands he began cupping the
cheeks of my taut little butt, pulling me against his groin. In my heels, my
head rested against his shoulder. I turned my face in and began licking the
skin of his neck, trailing my little pink tongue up to his ears.
His cock was straining against the material of his pants. I could feel
the heat through both of our clothes, and I couldn't wait to drop to my knees
and feel his cock in my mouth. First things first, though. I turned my head
out as we danced through the song, checking out my effect on the rest of the
bar. The pool game had stopped dead, with both participants watching Joe and
me with open envy. The bartender had been polishing the same glass for the
entire song. The bikers were silent, also watching us.
It was time.
"You know what I'd like, Joe?"
"What?"
"A taste of your cock." In an instant he was pulling at me, trying to
propell me out of the bar. I stood my ground and he looked back at me,
confusion written all over his face.
"Don't go. I think everyone else would like to see this, too." Joe's
expression turned from confused to downright baffled. I dropped to my knees
and grimced at the hard contact of the floor. My face was even with Joe's
crotch, and I wasted no time in tugging down his zipper and extracting his
erect cock.
It was a nice thick one, about as big around as a beer bottle. Very
tasty looking. I licked my lips slowly and moistly, looking up at Joe as I
did. "This is gonna taste great, Joe, I just know it." I started softly sucking
on the head of his dick, taking a little more with each bob of my head. My
ponytail had the planned effect, my blonde hair bouncing with my trips up and
down Joe's cock.
Reaching a hand inside my dress, I flopped one breast out and began
tweaking the nipple with my free hand, bringing it hard and erect in seconds.
The thrills were shooting down my spine and directly into my cunt. The act was
one thing, but the very thought that I was on my knees, sucking the cock of a
strange man in front of a roomful of strangers had me creaming my thighs with
cunt honey in seconds. I felt so wonderfully dirty, so completely slutty.
Just then the door leading to the parking lot opened, casting a beam
of late afternoon sunlight across the bar. My father stepped in and then
stopped short when he saw what was happening.
I popped Joe's dick out of my mouth. "C'mon in...we're just getting
started. The more the merrier." My father gulped once or twice, and then
continued into the bar.
I returned my attention to Joe's dick, sliding my wet mouth up and
down his cock with faster and faster strokes. "I'm gonna cum!" he warned. I
popped his cock out of my mouth again and whispered, "Go ahead. Come on me!
I love it." He grunted and blew. I directed his cum stream down, between my
breasts. The feel of his sticky, slimy jisim coating my skin, causing the
leather to stick to my abdomen, flooding my cleavage with his warmth drove me
to a miniclimax.
Joe stepped away from me, zipping up. I looked over at the table full
of bikers and knew what I wanted next. Walking over to them, I stood in front
of the table with my hands on my hips, one leg cocked provacatively forward.
"Ok, who's next?"
The largest biker reached out one huge paw and corraled me into his
lap. I wrapped my arms around his neck and grunted with happiness as he wormed
a thick, greasy finger into my tight little cunt. I felt the table being moved
away, and suddenely another pair of hands came around my back and started
fondling my heavy, swinging tits through my dress. The guy with his finger in
my cunt reached underneath me, cupping my ass with his huge hands, and lifted
my cunt directly into his face. I squealed and locked my thighs around his head
as the guy behind me began pulling on my nipples.
The third biker laughed and groped his cock through his pants. "Oh
girlie, you don't know what you got yourself into tonight!"
I just moaned at him, sure I knew what I was doing. But then he
dropped the bombshell, the announcement that would change my life forever.
"We're DeathHeads, you see. And tonight, we're holding initiation for a few
new members here in the bar. Six new members as a matter of fact. Along with
the rest of the guys, in about half an hour there's gonna be sixty guys in
this bar, and if you don't watch it, you're gonna get fucked by every one of
them."
As I arched my cunt into the biker's face and exploded into climax,
I wondered if perhaps this time I had gotten in over my head.
Oh well. That's what makes life interesting, right?
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