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Colorado Erotic Story
Amy VanDoren, beautiful and naive at eighteen years old, learns in a delicious way that nothing compares with the real thing
Saving Herself
Part I: Friends
The muted thump-thump sound of the orange basketball as it bounced against the driveway made little echoes ring across the afternoon air, reverberating quietly against the pretty suburban houses surrounded by lovely green hills. The atmosphere was heavy with the sounds of titanic, athletic struggle, the panting of young bodies locked in fierce competition darting all over the little Orange County carport. Feigning a movement to her left, Amy nimbly spun to her right with dizzying speed, passing her dumbfounded opponent and scoring an easy lay-up. The ball rattled a bit on the metal rim before it sank triumphantly into the net and onto the concrete below.
"Two for me, none for you!" Amy said playfully, smiling impishly as she flicked a braid of lovely auburn hair away from her face. She assumed a defensive position not unlike the great Bob Cousy as she awaited her opponent's next move, her teenage body swaying hypnotically as her hips rolled with the rhythm of her long, svelte arms.
"That means you're behind only thirty six points now instead of thirty eight" Tommy laughed, admiring the girl's enthusiasm and optimistic attitude, despite the fact that she had managed to score only twice in the last hour against his skillful defense. He had been going extra easy on her, yet couldn't help scoring basket after effortless basket against her futile, inexperienced guard.
"Don't make fun of me, Mr. Basketball Expert" Amy said dourly, her adorable face taking on an expression of hurt feelings even though Tommy knew she was kidding. She then made a desperate lunge for the ball, hoping to catch him off guard, flinging her entire body toward the orange globe as though her life depended on it.
Tommy, however, saw the move coming from a mile away and swung the ball out of the girl's reach, spinning it around his back and above his head as Amy struggled vainly to steal it from him. She chased comically around his tall frame as though he were a tree, her slender arms outstretched and reaching around his body with hopeless effort. As a final insult to the girl's pride, Tommy flicked the ball nonchalantly into the basket, both of them watching it bounce subtly against the fiberglass backboard and perfectly into the hoop. Amy leaped furiously for the ball as it fell through the net, but Tommy merely extended his long, muscular arm and caught the ball in his hand, holding it out of her reach as she grabbed his wrists in a desperate effort to make him surrender it. Tommy laughed at Amy's tenacity, and finally handed the basketball to her as though he were giving her a birthday gift.
"That's forty two points for me now, and four for you" Tommy informed Amy matter of factly, smiling playfully beneath his serious countenance.
Amy flung her arms skyward, her spine seeming to grow limp as though she finally realized the battle was hopeless. Tommy was simply too good. Well, either Tommy was too good or she just wasn't a very good basketball player... Amy pouted to herself silently as she forced herself to realize the latter being true -- as a basketball player she was absolutely horrible! It was even more humiliating than her attempts to play tennis or use her father's golf clubs without overextending her swing and falling flat on her behind. The memory of her father laughing at her -- even though he loved her and didn't mean to hurt her feelings -- made Amy squint as she thought about it, and she patted her shapely bottom as though the memory had brought the pain back. But even though Amy knew she'd never be a great basketball player, she knew first part was true, too. Tommy was absolutely fantastic at basketball. He was one of the reserve players on his college's basketball team, and he sometimes even got his picture in the paper for his athletic prowess. A celebrity right in her own neighborhood! Tommy Hughes was 6'4" and skinny, although Amy noticed more than once the prominent muscles in his sleek arms and legs, and the rippling stomach muscles he revealed whenever he used his tee shirt to fan the heat away from his face. A mop-top of wavy, soft red hair fell across his forehead like a beautiful crown, and his large blue eyes shone whenever he kidded her or made fun of her shooting motion. That was what gave away all his secrets -- his eyes -- and their beautiful, giddy nature always surrendered the fact that he never really meant it when he teased Amy's clumsiness on his driveway basketball court.
They had known each other since they were very young, as Amy lived only five houses down from Tommy on Wakefield Street. One of Tommy's oldest memories was being eleven years old and riding bikes with his best friend Jeff, and little seven year old Amy VanDoren trying to tag along with them in her pink Barbie bicycle with a flower basket on the handlebars. She could never catch them, but every day she tried. She was so cute back then, even though back then Tommy couldn't stand her because she was so curious and pesky about everything he did. It seemed that whenever he was at home working on his bike or some other activity -- most of them mischievous -- Amy would show up and utter her usual "what'cha doing, Tommy?"
She was cute now, too, Tommy decided, although of course as girls get older the type of beauty they display changes, too. Amy had grown tall as far as girls go, being nearly 5'10", and her curvaceous frame was supported on long, lean athletic legs that gave evidence to the fact that she must have a treadmill at home or something. She wore her lovely auburn hair in pigtails almost religiously, securing the ends with rainbow rubber bands, and seemed to have only short shorts and tight tee shirts in her wardrobe. Tommy didn't mind this little flaw, however, as the sight of Amy trying to guard him today in her vintage 1980s Adidas track shorts and `one-size-too-small' shirt was very inspiring. She wore knee-hi striped tube socks and old fashioned jogging shoes too, and Tommy thought that Amy's whole outfit made her look like the world's sexiest little league baseball player. Her fair skin had that quality of being creamy white while at the same time having that little hint of tan, and with her big chestnut brown eyes and pouty, mischievous looking lips, Amy's whole persona was one of adorable innocence mixed with lascivious sexuality. "It says `Makeout Machine'" Amy giggled as she noticed Tommy's eyes staring at the space immediately below her collar bone and immediately above her slender abdomen. Tommy instantly looked up again, ashamed at being caught staring at Amy's chest, although by the way she was giggling it seemed she hadn't noticed, or didn't mind.
"Oh" Tommy replied, trying his best to sound as though the cartoon design on Amy's red, form-fitting tee shirt were infinitely more interesting than the hot, eighteen year old body it held, "Cute shirt, Amy."
Tommy took two steps away and executed a precise bounce pass to Amy, who caught the ball with a little leap. She exhaled a subtle grunt from the effort on the way down, in that blissful manner which forever distinguishes the pleasant female groan from its embarrassing, barbaric male equivalent. Tommy strolled into the open garage, wiping the perspiration away from his brow, intent on grabbing a couple of sodas for himself and his tenacious, however inept, opponent.
"You wanna soda, Amy?" he called out behind him as he rummaged through the canned beverages his family stored in the garage refrigerator. He finally chose a Dr. Pepper, cracking open the can and gulping the whole thing down in seconds.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" Amy replied, ignoring her friend's question as she stared at Tommy's glistening, tanned body, his head tilting back to enjoy his drink. She stood on the driveway, tossing the basketball from one palm to the other, smiling sweetly at him.
Tommy looked at Amy for a moment as though he had waken up from an afternoon nap to find that it was now midnight. He crinkled his forehead, wondering what Amy was talking about. Then it dawned on him as he remembered their bet, and the realization soon became evident in his handsome, young face. His eyes, giving him away again.
"Look, Amy..." Tommy began, holding his palm toward Amy as though to convince her he had no intention of making her fulfill her obligation, "We both knew it was just a little joke... I didn't know you were serious..."
"If I win, I get to wear your #36 jersey for a week" Amy giggled, cutting Tommy off as she recounted the terms to their bet that Tommy was already trying to welch on, "And if you win, you get a kiss on the lips..."
Tommy shook his head slowly, as though by doing so he could erase the deal they had made. He liked her, sure, but she was only eighteen and besides, it would be like kissing his little sister. He knew she was a virgin, too, and that her father -- a large, gray haired man who reminded him of a marine corps officer -- wouldn't like it. And even though Mr. VanDoren wasn't as tall as him, and was of course much older and had the pot belly that middle age brings, Tommy somehow just had that gut feeling that Mr. VanDoren would rip him to pieces in a fight.
But Amy took two big steps toward him, the stylish manner in which she did so concealing the vast length of driveway she covered with so little movement. She wagged her slender forefinger at him slowly, shaking her head seductively in that unmistakable "oh no you don't" gesture. She had no intention of making Tommy think she was the type of girl who didn't live up to her agreements, and keep her promises. And besides, fulfilling a promise to kiss her blue eyed, red haired neighbor was one she didn't find very hard to honor. "But... but Amy" Tommy stuttered, clumsily dropping the empty Dr. Pepper can against the driveway -- it made a clangy sound that made them both look -- "We both knew I'd win... that bet was just a joke..."
"That's right..." Amy mouthed softly as she continued to advance on Tommy, wagging her forefinger more and more subtly until finally it rested gently, motionlessly against her seductive lips, "We both knew you'd win..."
Amy then flicked her hand outward in a practiced movement which sent the orange basketball scintillating through the air, glancing off the fiberglass backboard and cleanly through the hoop. Tommy flinched for a moment as he saw Amy's hands shoot outward, almost as though he had expected her to strike him, and stared at her in amazement. The ball swished through the net with a pleasant sound of rubber against nylon, the precise manner in which it did so shocking him. A sudden, bone-chilling fear shot through his spine, as he briefly wondered if Amy had let him beat her on purpose. But the feeling passed quickly, almost instantly, as he knew full well that he had won fair and square. If Amy had faked being a klutz, she did it so well she really ought to become a stage actress. But her sudden skill with the basketball unnerved him, and for a brief instant he felt his masculinity threatened. Amy smiled impishly at him as she caught the ball once more, dribbling it as skillfully as an all-star as she slowly paced the concrete around Tommy's body, circling him, dribbling the orange ball as though she were creating a force field that the bewildered college athlete couldn't hope to escape.
"We both knew you'd win..." she repeated softly, seductively -- almost in a whisper. She bounced the ball once more, catching it in both hands, and added "Mr. big, bad basketball player..."
Tommy was about to say something to once and for all convince his young friend that she didn't have to kiss him just to live up to a stupid bet, but before he could say anything Amy dropped the ball on the concrete. It bounced away softly, finally coming to rest as it rolled onto the green grass of his front lawn. Tommy's eyes followed the ball absent-mindedly as it came to a stop, in the same way that a speck on an overhead projector distracts a pupil from his professor, but soon his attention rightfully shifted back to Amy. The beautiful girl softly, almost imperceptibly drew her forefinger under Tommy's chin, drawing his head around and down so that he faced her and could not escape her eyes. As he stood motionless before her radiant face, lost in indecision about whether or not he should kiss the girl he always considered off limits, Amy closed her eyes and kissed him softly on the lips.
They kissed for a long time. Later, neither of them could remember exactly how long they stood there with their lips entwined, standing on Tommy's driveway on a warm February afternoon, their bodies warm from a pickup basketball game neither had planned for, but both knew had to come sooner or later. All Tommy could remember was the sound of car horns, blared by smart-aleck gawkers who apparently thought that neither Amy nor Tommy would realize they were making out unless someone blared a car horn to remind them. He remembered this, and the glorious sensation of Amy's tongue against his. Everything else was just a blur. At last their mouths withdrew and Amy smiled, playfully punching Tommy on his muscular shoulder to prove that they could start acting normal again.
"You're a really good kisser, Amy" Tommy said in a slightly stupid manner, not really knowing what to say after such a long, impassioned kiss, and then he added with a laugh "Even though you're an awful basketball player."
Amy's eyebrows raised, and her pretty lips curled in a devilish smile as her thighs twitched. A wise guy, huh?
"Oh yeah?" Amy hissed in playful seriousness as Tommy braced himself for her inevitable blow. She flung herself at him like a beautiful, tenacious cat, giggling as she tried to swing her arms to strike him. "I'll get you, Tommy Hughes!"
Tommy's spine stiffened as he dodged Amy's amateurish punches, and he caught the girl's forearms in his powerful hands as she struggled vainly to swing at him. Amy cried out in tortured laughter as her friend then turned the tables on her, drawing her arms behind her back -- rendering them useless -- with one hand while tickling her vulnerable stomach with the other.
"Oh god oh god heehee!" Amy giggled deliriously as Tommy held her at his mercy, extending the range of his tickling prowess so that it included her unprotected armpits. She cried for mercy, the sensation of his hands against her exposed abdomen and ticklish underarms nearly making her collapse on Tommy's driveway. This time she really was beaten, and she knew it. She grew so helpless that she ceased thrashing, her limpness finally serving as a cue for Tommy to stop. He laughed sweetly, his handsome face beaming with amusement, as he held her up by her underarms to make sure she was okay.
"You jerk!" Amy cried with a gasp, the playful smile on her face showing that she didn't actually mean that. Her tight, shapely tummy heaved with exhaustion, and she held her palms against it in a gesture that seemed to suggest that she was trying to steady herself but guard against future attack at the same time. Her body still tingled with electricity from feeling Tommy's hands against it, and, though she tried not to show it, the growing firmness of her nipples was evidence that she didn't mind when Tommy's roving hands had accidentally found her breasts. Naturally Tommy did notice, but he respected her too much to embarrass her, and she was grateful to him for that. She bit her lower lip in an expression that was as awkward as it was unbearably sexy, and her large amber eyes looked away, her long thighs fidgeting as if under the scrutiny of her school principal. Tommy gulped, a little embarrassed, and looked away as he scratched the corner of his well-shaped, tempting mouth.
"Well I better go in and study" Tommy murmured in that type of far-off voice that indicated he was changing the subject, his voice a little shaky as he thought about what an unbelievable kisser Amy was. His entire spine felt weak, and his mind was a rush hour of whirling thoughts bumping and grinding for his attention. He then began to back away slowly toward the house, never turning his back on her, as though he were a thief making off with a briefcase full of stolen currency. But Amy began to take steps of her own, slowly advancing on him as he backed away. She parted her lips slightly, as if breathing in the atmosphere that had so suddenly changed between them.
"Um... Can I use your bathroom?" she said faintly, her feminine thoughts emeshed in amazement at the softness of Tommy's lips and the wonderful sensation of his tongue against hers. She knew it was time for her to go home, that Tommy was tempting her so very badly even though he wasn't trying to, but some invisible force seemed to compel her to stay a little while longer nonetheless.
"Sure... you know where it is..." Tommy replied absent-mindedly, walking with Amy toward the garage entrance to his house. Amy had been inside his home dozens of times when she was a kid, but of course since she hit puberty she hadn't been around nearly as much. When they entered, both were glad to feel the cool rush of air against their skin -- Tommy had turned the air conditioner on earlier. He made a gesture toward the downstairs restroom, and Amy disappeared in the direction of his arm.
Tommy lay sprawled on the couch in the living room, hoping his mom would be making french fries -- his favorite -- for dinner when she came home tonight with dad. He was exhausted, and dreaded the thought of going back to the dorms once the weekend was over. He knew he should go upstairs and take a shower, but he was simply too tired right now. The coolness of the room with the air conditioner dissuaded him still further. He heard the sound of the bathroom door shut in the other room, and thought once more about Amy -- her pretty face, her pretty body, her delicious mouth. God, he thought, she is so hot...
He pulled the damp gray tee shirt off of his slender, muscular torso, and soon did the same with his knee-length mesh practice shorts and shoes, throwing all of his clothes carelessly against the corner as he made the mental promise to pick them up later. Stripped to his dark blue, low-rise briefs, Tommy cut a splendid, well-muscled figure as he lay stretched to his full length on the couch. The smooth, sleek muscles in his thighs were taut with the evidence of tremendous power, and for a moment he looked for all the world like an underwear model posing for a glossy snapshot. He shut his eyes for a moment, and felt that, when he opened them, he must have fallen asleep for just a fraction of a second. He didn't know why he felt that way, but he assumed that the sensation occurred to many people now and then. He was jerked back to full consciousness by the sensation of Amy shaking him on the couch -- through the opening and closing of his eyes, he saw the girl kneeling before his horizontal frame, biting her lower lip as a look of beautiful distress lay across her pretty face. An electric charge seemed to course through his body as he felt her soft hands against the rippled muscles of his stomach.
"Tommy... Tommy..." Amy sighed softly as she kneeled before him on the couch -- Tommy's eyes inevitably stared at Amy's beautiful, slender torso as she knelt in front of him. He couldn't help it; it was right in his line of sight. Her stainless steel navel ring shone hypnotically against her soft, smooth skin, and Tommy could see the flirtatious straps of Amy's white thong panties peek over the waistband of her tiny blue racing shorts.
"What's wrong?" Tommy said drowsily, breathing deeply while he spoke, so that his words sounded more like a wistful sigh. He had assumed, quite reasonably, that Amy had simply used the facilities then gone home. He crossed his arms over his chest, and crossed his thighs to conceal his crotch as he lay on the couch, almost subconsciously, as though he were self-conscious of the fact that he was near naked in front of her, and flat on his back.
"Tommy... I'm stuck..." Amy said softly, placing her hand against Tommy's forearm as though to beseech him for help. Her eyes traveled down to her waistband, and she bit her lips and blinked her pretty eyes as though she were a little girl bracing herself for a measles inoculation.
"Stuck?" Tommy replied incredulously, wondering what in the world Amy could possibly mean by that. But whatever his bewilderment, it had no effect on his ability in having another long, satisfying look at her mesmerizing hips as she pressed her soft hand against his powerful arm.
"My... um... pants are stuck..." Amy said quietly, almost apologetically, as though she were a child caught jumping on her parents' bed, "I can't untie them..."
Tommy sat up, stretching his long arms to either side as he did so. Amy nearly felt her spine wilt as she looked at his body, and her lips trembled as the change in Tommy's position forced her to look upward at him now.
"Here lemme see" Tommy said confidently, sure that his brute strength would make short work of the knotted drawstring which held Amy's sexy running shorts in place against her delectable hips. He scratched his chin for a moment, as though mentally rehearsing how best to untie the strings without touching Amy's body, but soon he realized that such an operation was impossible. Amy sat on her knees in front of him, biting her lower lip and staring at him with a look of quiet desperation.
"Okay, hold still for a second..." Tommy continued, taking the white drawstrings between his thumbs and forefingers. He tugged and tugged at the nylon cord, but to no avail. Amy had knotted the string too well. Now and then his middle and ring fingers pressed against her soft, shapely stomach, and he felt Amy shudder with a nearly undetectable tension at his touch. She exhaled softly, and whenever Tommy looked up from his work, he noticed Amy staring right back at him with her large, probing eyes. Tommy thought he had finally succeeded for a moment, and spread his fingers apart expecting the drawstring to unravel. But the cord held fast, and his knuckles brushed across Amy's soft, hourglass torso in failure. Amy giggled as the sensation of Tommy's fingers against her stomach ticked her, and soon she was having trouble sitting still.
"Amy I almost had it" Tommy laughed, although he realized as well as Amy that he hadn't been anywhere near solving the rubick's cube of knots Amy had somehow put on her drawstring. He asked her to sit on the couch so that her lower body wouldn't shake as much, thereby making his difficult task a little more manageable. Amy obeyed, and as the eighteen year old girl rose Tommy couldn't help but stare at the perfection of her shapely young body. Her shorts were so skimpy that they betrayed a glorious hint of the bottom portion of her rear end, and the outline of her nipples were faintly visible against the thin red material of her tee shirt. She ran her palm along his bare back as they traded positions, and she sat on the couch with her long, slender arms laying limp to either side.
Tommy knelt to one side as he renewed the struggle to untie Amy's drawstring, trying to work as fast as he could as he felt the girl must be dying to use the bathroom by now. As he knelt before her, Tommy could feel the soft warmness of Amy's long, slender thighs against the underside of his muscular triceps; he enjoyed their silken smoothness, and had to imagine Amy's father breaking his jaw before he could stop thinking about her tempting legs. Something about the sensation of her soft skin against his made him work with a subconscious languor, as though to make his task drag on as long as possible, even though in his conscious mind he wanted to help her quickly. Amy soon placed a palm against his head, her thumb smoothing away a lock of red hair from his forehead, as he worked on her, this single physical movement seeming to suggest they adjust their positions because their current one was ineffective. As though reading each others' minds, Tommy shifted himself so that he now knelt directly in front of Amy instead of to her side, and as he picked at the knot with his fingernails he couldn't get the fact that he was kneeling right between Amy's thighs out of his mind. She seemed to be conscious of the fact too, and she closed her eyes softly as he continued to struggle with the knot, brushing his powerful hands against her slim, soft torso. Her inner thighs beckoned him seductively as he worked on her, her skimpy shorts scarcely large enough to conceal her crotch as it lay vulnerably before his hands. She inhaled and exhaled softly, licking her lips and blinking slowly. Tommy could feel the cotton material of Amy's knee-hi tube socks against his naked torso, pressing against him with a little bit of pressure whenever his hands pressed against the girl's skin.
But even with his best efforts it soon became apparent that he simply couldn't undo the knot, and Amy seemed to become aware of the fact at exactly the same time, meeting his eyes instantly as he looked up at her to silently announce his utter failure. She bit her lower lip once more, looking down for a moment before meeting his eyes again, her expression silently giving him permission to do what they both knew he had to. Tommy nodded, not uttering a single word as he held the ends of the drawstring tightly in each hand. With a swift, powerful jerk of his wrists, Tommy snapped the stubborn drawstring in two. He exhaled deeply, at once relieved at finally freeing Amy from her imprisonment, but subconsciously disappointed that he now had to remove his hands from her body.
"You can go to the bathroom now..." Tommy said quietly, his elbows resting against the tops of Amy's seductive thighs. He began to get up, feeling a little woozy; he had to use the couch cushions to steady himself. Finally, he stood at his full height before his young visitor, the bulge in his form-fitting, athletic briefs obvious to both himself and to Amy. Amy exhaled deeply as she stared at the hypnotic outline of Tommy's genitals as they lay concealed behind the thin material of his briefs, having never stood so close to a man's crotch before. As if her eyes were permanently glued to Tommy's prominent bulge, her breathing became noticeably deeper, quieter, and more measured. It was as if she were trying to control herself and her young curiosity, and failing miserably. She knew she should look away, because Tommy would undoubtedly catch her staring at his penis, but she just couldn't bring herself to do so.
Tommy had only been standing in front of her for a second or two, but she seemed to stare at him for hours on end. As if compelled by an unseen force, and struggling to fight it all the way, she reached out and cupped Tommy's aching genitalia in her trembling hands. Tommy groaned, not really expecting Amy to touch him, and the feeling of her warm palm cupped beneath his swelling testicles tore through his body like a blissful endorphin. The sensation of Amy's fingers pressed against his testicles -- even through his underwear -- was absolutely shattering, and Tommy somehow thought he could feel the initial droplets of semen begin to work their way through his big, soft cock. Amy's eyes grew large with fascination as she felt Tommy's genitals swell in her hands, the softness of Tommy's shaft instantly becoming hard as steel as she stroked her thumb against the staining bulge. Soon the thick, round tip of Tommy's straining erection was so hard that the elastic waistband of his underwear was pushed away from his abdomen, and he clasped his hand around Amy's slender forearm as he felt the blood rushing away from his head. He sank back to his knees, to avoid cumming right there, in his underwear, and he knelt between Amy's long, quivering thighs.
"You never had to go to the bathroom, did you Amy..." Tommy gasped with an unmistakable breathlessness, his large blue eyes staring directly into Amy's large amber ones. Amy bit her lower lip as though she were confronted with something painful, and looked away in adorable shame.
"Did you..." Tommy repeated softly, placing a finger under Amy's chin to draw her face up to his -- he placed a warm hand against her abdomen, feeling her tremble. "... did you..."
Amy blinked her eyes slowly, deliberately, breathing with the heavy sighs of a guilty person as she stared at Tommy's gorgeous, athletic physique. She didn't answer with her mouth, but merely nodded, looking away once more as though to quickly end the pain of being caught in a fib by her parents. Her own well toned stomach heaved with arousal as her thighs lay open before Tommy, and she could feel her nipples becoming rigid as the material of her tee shirt scraped against them. Tommy smiled, his expression telling her that he felt absolutely no resentment toward her dishonesty. He looked into her eyes once more, seeming to ask for permission to finish what he started. He pressed his fingers against the waistband of her shorts, feeling the frail material of her panties as his slid his hands inside. Amy's soft, angelic moan of ecstasy was his license, and he lost no time in sliding Amy's tiny racing shorts away from her long, sumptuous thighs.
Tommy could see the faint outline of her pussy underneath the scant material of her virgin white thong, which darkened ever so slightly with the moisture of her arousal. She looked so unbelievably sexy as she lay before him in her panties, that Tommy could have sat there watching her forever had he not other, more delicious plans for Amy's nubile young body.
"Are you sure you want to do this, Amy..." Tommy murmured rather uselessly as he pressed his fingers against her vulva, feeling his fingertips become moist. He felt Amy's spine shaking, and her stomach trembling as she struggled to speak. Her father would beat his ass to a bloody pulp if he ever found out what he was doing to his daughter right now, but Amy was definitely, without a doubt worth going through the rest of his life in a wheelchair for. Anybody in that room with him then, staring at that beautiful girl quivering with her pussy surrendering her sweet moisture to his fingers, would understand his position.
"I... I wanted to save myself..." Amy panted, her desire for Tommy's body overwhelming whatever commitment she had to her morality. She always dressed sexy, and she knew it, but she had never planned to be anything more than a tease. Until now, just knowing that she gave every boy in school an instant hard-on had been enough to fulfill her sexual needs -- well that and quiet, secret masturbation -- but the sensations cascading through her body now were completely different, so much more powerful and arousing and intoxicating all at once. She closed her eyes tightly, breathing heavily through her seductive mouth, "I'm such a slut..." she moaned, "I wanted to save myself, Tommy..."
"Don't worry," Tommy replied, swirling his forefinger against the thin material of Amy's cotton thong, feeling her gasp as he found her clit underneath, "You won't have anything to feel guilty about..."
Amy's eyes opened for a moment in naiveté, wondering what Tommy meant, but soon they closed again in unfathomable bliss as she felt Tommy's mouth voraciously engulf her pussy.
"Oh my god Tommy, oh god oh god oh god, mmm..." she groaned as Tommy pushed aside the skimpy material of her white thong to plunge his tongue between her gaping pussy lips. Her inner labia were so moist with her fluid that she grew light headed, the overwhelming pleasure between her sensuous long legs seeming to draw her to the brink of unconsciousness. Amy felt Tommy's nose press gently against her neatly trimmed, soft brown pubic hair, her pussy gorging his chin in moisture as he swirled his tongue powerfully against her aching clitoris. The shattering sensation made her lovely face contort with blissful agony as she moaned his name over and over, and she placed her palm atop his head as though by doing so she were acknowledging his sexual prowess.
"Tommy oh Jesus Tommy that feels so, sooo good..." she groaned softly, feeling the opening phases of an orgasm beginning to unfold deep within her sumptuous young body, an orgasm a thousand times more powerful than any she had ever achieved through her own hands and fantasies.
Amy's trimmed, wet young pussy was so breathtaking to look at that sucking it was a double pleasure. Her labia quivered beautifully, uncontrollably as the stimulus of Tommy's expert tongue shattered her vulnerable clitoris, and her long thighs rested on his shoulders pornographically as he ate her out with merciless hunger. The young virgin moaned in that unique, blissful sound of excruciating pleasure as Tommy drew the tip of his tongue slowly against the soft lips of her vaginal opening, her clit seeming to scream for mercy as it was fondled by Tommy's thumb and forefinger. She knew she was going to cum, and her thighs began to squeeze against Tommy's ears as she felt her climax begin to tear through her glistening young body.
"Tommy..." she gasped, her stomach heaving as her knee-socks left their ridged imprint against Tommy's sides, "Oh my god Tommy I'm gonna cum I'm gona cum I'm gonna cum..."
Tommy responded to Amy's blissful announcement by lightly biting down on the moist flesh of Amy's delicious, clitoral hood, ruthlessly drilling his tongue against her defenseless hot spot as he did so. He plunged his middle and index fingers into her gaping cunt as she began to orgasm, feeling his palm become wet with the juice from her explosive climax.
"Oh, Oh GOD!" Amy screamed with gorgeous passion as the orgasm engulfed her. The sight of the beautiful young girl falling apart in climax as the college athlete's face lay buried between her thighs was one to be remembered for all time. She came so hard that the rubber tread from her navy blue sneakers left red marks against Tommy's back, the herringbone pattern so deeply gouged in his skin that they remained for several minutes afterward. She had never cum so hard before, and certainly never in her underwear. The soaking thong squeezed tightly between her shapely ass cheeks as her 23 year old neighbor tongued her out, and through the delicious haze of her ecstasy she screamed silently at herself for waiting so long to discover the pleasures of sex.
"Oh Tommy... Tommy..." she panted as the orgasm finally began to fade, her beautifully manicured pussy gaping with moisture as Tommy's fingers remained buried inside, "Oh Tommy you made me cum soooo good..."
Tommy smiled, finally releasing Amy's tortured clit from his teeth. He felt her spine noticeably grow limp as he did so, and she exhaled a soft sigh of ecstasy.
"You're still technically a virgin," Tommy said softly as Amy's thong snapped back into place, having finally been released from his fingers. Whether or not that was true, he said it anyway. His cock was so hard that all he could think about was fucking Amy or jerking off later; her pussy tasted so good that he felt no hesitation about swallowing her sweet juice, enjoying the sensation of it sliding down his throat.
"No..." Amy panted, the deep, heavy movement of her slender stomach evidence that she hadn't caught her breath yet, "No Tommy I don't want to be a virgin anymore..."
"You don't know what you're saying" Tommy replied, nearly having to bite his fist as he stared at the glistening skin of Amy's inner thighs, moist with the fluid from her own gorgeous pussy, "You're just excited because you came so hard..."
"No, no listen to me" Amy gushed with youthful excitement, wrapping her pretty hand weakly around Tommy's forearm, "I want to feel your cock inside me... Please please do it to me... I want feel your cock so bad, Tommy... I've always wanted you, and just you... I'm begging..."
Amy wrapped her fingers around the bottom of her tight red tee shirt, struggling to remove it, and finally Tommy had to help her. Amy's naked breasts were a pure joy to behold. They were beautifully soft and firm in that wonderful way that perfect breasts manage to be, and her delicate nipples were rigid with arousal. Tommy leaned forward and sucked her nipples powerfully, listening to Amy moan as he removed her soaking panties and fingered her naked pussy. As he lolled his tongue over her moist, hard nipples Tommy could feel the vibrations of ecstasy within Amy's svelte body, and took delicious satisfaction in feeling her body spasm whenever he slid his fingers torturously against her clit. In no time at All Amy had come again, throwing her lovely head backwards in glorious climax. As she thrashed in orgasm, Tommy lifted her quivering body from the couch and sat on the cushions, and Amy instinctively spread her thighs open as she felt herself on Tommy's lap. Tommy had already removed his tight underwear, and his raging, thick cock lay imposing between his thighs, its veins prominently visible as it quivered in excitement.
Amy had scarcely time to admire the size of Tommy's thick, eight and a half inch cock before he pushed it inside her dripping pussy, and she moaned with an intense, guttural sigh that nearly made Tommy climax before he had slid all the way inside her. Her pussy was so tight that even the immense moisture between her legs couldn't erase the friction of Tommy's skin against hers, and she felt her pretty eyes fluttering uncontrollably as Tommy's glorious, primordial organ probed her where her fingers had never gone, and never could go even if she tried. She cried out in a combination of unbearable pressure and pleasure as Tommy's thick shaft ground against her clitoris, and she felt the merciless power of instantaneous orgasm engulf her as Tommy began thrusting his hips up and down against the couch, bouncing her slender body against his. Her spine melted to jelly as the power of her orgasm shot through her pelvis and straight into the core of her brain, blocking out all other conscious thought.
Tommy felt his back become moist with perspiration as he sensed Amy cumming, and he instinctively began to thrust harder and faster, watching her beautiful mouth take on a look of tormented rapture as his cock penetrated so far that he could feel the dull sensation of her inner organs being pressed aside. She cried out in unbelievably ecstasy as Tommy pulled her luscious upper body onto his, sucking on her bouncing breasts and nipples as he pounded his cock into her. Tommy's aching shaft was so wet from Amy's pussy that it glistened as if covered in Vaseline, and he held Amy by her slender upper arms to press her against him with greater force. She moaned and gasped as she felt her mind become overwhelmed yet again by the delirious power of yet another climax, and this time it was so powerful that she incoherently cried out for Tommy's mercy, senselessly pleading him for just a moment's respite so that she could avoid fainting on top of him. Tommy halted his merciless upward thrusting as he felt Amy's tight pussy lips constrict, and she collapsed on top of his body as she was cumming. But Tommy knew he could make her come harder still, and he thrust his pelvis upward as far as he could as Amy moaned and writhed on top of him, her thighs locked like a desperate vice around his muscular hips.
"Oh! Oh Jesus!" she screamed, feeling Tommy penetrate so deeply and devastatingly that his pubic hair became intertwined with hers, the sensation literally knocking the wind out of her. She orgasmed so hard that her moisture flowed down Tommy's abdomen until it pooled in his navel, and the extertion was obvious in the way that she wavered atop Tommy's athletic body. Her orgasm was simply too overwhelming -- she was absolutely finished. "Oh God Tommy how could you keep this from me for so long!" she cried, knowing that no matter what happened in their lives from now on, that she could never hope to live without Tommy's huge cock. Her upper body collapsed in a lovely heap into his arms, and they kissed with a fury that drowned out her moans and translated them into blissful vibrations inside his mouth.
In no time at all, Tommy could feel his cock grow to an unbelievable zenith of hardness, the tightness of Amy's virgin pussy squeezing the shaft until the pleasure became unbearable. The blissful sensation shot straight through his spine until it massaged his brain, informing him that his own surrender was now inevitable. Tommy knew he was going to cum, and he told Amy in sharp gasps of passion, but she would not remove herself from his body. This was the man she loved -- that she had always loved -- and she would take her chances. She felt her insides expand as though she were being torn gloriously in two as the warm cumshot of Tommy's exploding cock erupted inside her deepest depths, and she felt another shattering orgasm glaze her eyes over in bliss as Tommy moaned and thrashed beneath her.
"Amy..." Tommy moaned weakly, feeling the thick base of his quivering member spasm as the last powerful squirts of semen erupted inside Amy's glistening body, "That #36 jersey is yours to keep, forever..."
Amy panted in exhaustion as she lay face forward against Tommy's powerful body, her beautiful breasts pressing against Tommy's chest as she felt the tremendous power of her orgasm begin to subside. She lay gloriously naked on top of her lover, clad only in striped knee socks and running sneakers as the last remnants of her innocence were stripped away through her own free will.
"I've never cum so hard in my life..." she said in a voice so pretty it had the power to hypnotize, "Next time let me suck your cock, Tommy..."
She said it so matter of factly that she seemed to have surprised herself, and she looked into Tommy's eyes, who seemed to notice too. He laughed, pinching her pretty, delicate chin, and stroked her beautiful, braided auburn pigtail. She giggled.
"You can suck it now, if you want" Tommy said, traces of thick, warm semen still dripping down his immense, erect shaft. Amy looked down between Tommy's legs, and back up to his eyes. She licked her lips, smiling. She knew what she wanted, and she would have it. Tommy wasn't going anywhere, and he didn't want to, either. She wasn't seven years old anymore, and Tommy would never tease her anymore, either... Well, tease her seriously, anyway. She gripped the thick shaft in her delicate hands -- Tommy was so thick that Amy's fingers scarcely made it around all the way -- and felt his magnificent young body quiver. She felt her own sweet, wet pussy shudder and release more warm fluid down her inner thighs as she anticipated getting that huge tool inside her mouth and on top of her tongue. Her shapely, nubile young body tingled with the electricity of having sex for the first time, with someone who knew how to make her cum faster and immeasurably harder than she could ever hope to with her own fingers and fantasies. She had chased Tommy Hughes her whole life, and now, it seemed, beautiful young Amy VanDoren had finally caught up to him.
THE END
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