Amy gasped out loud in her sleep, her lovely form bucking wildly on the bed as she heaved her pussy towards the ceiling to meet the thrusts of her dream lover. She'd been drained by her masturbatory orgasms while watching the tape. The horniness was still strong in her youthful body, pursuing her into her dreams. She dreamed she was fucking her brother – and being fucked by him.
She could hear his grunts and groans mingling with her own as her luscious asscheeks pounded the mattress. Again and again, she heard the bell ring. She knew if she could just make it ring one more time…
Amy realized it was the doorbell chiming insistently. Groaning with frustration – another few moments in the dream and she'd have gotten her orgasm – Amy quickly got off the bed, tugged on the oversized robe, and padded to the door.
"Who is it?"
"Amy Beth Carson?" called an unfamiliar male voice.
"Yes. Who is it?"
"I was driving your hansom around Central Park the other night. You spilled your purse, and we found some things under the seat at the end of the night."
"Oh! I'll be right with you!"
Amy knew enough to realize that she should tip the man. She'd found that her wallet was missing. There'd been little money in it, but the little book with names, addresses, and phone numbers, along with her school identification cards, would be difficult, if not impossible, to replace.
She quickly rummaged through her suitcase until she found her emergency money and pulled out a ten. The man had obviously gone to a lot of trouble.
"Coming," she called, and began opening the doorlocks.
"Safe enough," the man said when he faced her through the doorway. He held out a paper bag.
"Thank you," Amy said. "Won't you come in for a minute?"
"Sure." He stepped past her, but not before he cast a thoroughly appraising gaze over her. Amy realized that except for the robe, she was naked. She met his eyes, he smiled at her. She knew that the proper reaction for her should have been hesitation and fear. On the other hand, she'd just been awakened from the horniest dream she could ever remember…
He reached into the bag and pulled out her wallet. "I certainly appreciate this," she said. She shoved her hand into the robe for the ten dollar bill. She disarranged her robe in the process and give the man a glimpse of a thrusting young Amy-breast.
"No, no," he said, waving his hand, "that's alright."
"I insist."
"You lost something else, though, Amy," he continued, his smile subtly changing. He reached into the bag again and kept his hand there. "In fact, when I found it, I was thinking about going through the city playing Prince Charming."
"I don't understand."
"Like Cinderella – but with a little difference. Prince Charming went around looking for the girl whose foot fit into the glass slipper." He pulled her panties out of the bag and she knew what was coming even before he spoke. "I wanted to go around New York looking for the sweet little ass that fit these panties."
"Well, uh, thank you very much she began, again offering him the money."
But he shook his head, still smiling. It was an attractive smile. He wasn't an old man, only in his thirties, and not bad looking. He wasn't wealthy, but his clothes were clean. He towered over her, tall and cadaverously skinny.
"No, all I'd like is to be sure I've found the rightful owner for these panties," he said. "Like Prince Charming."
"Well, don't you think that maybe you have a lot of nerve?" Amy asked carefully.
He shrugged – and there was something totally disarming about the gesture. "Maybe. But then, I know what was going on in the back seat of the hansom the other night."
She was speechless.
"Not that I needed the panties to know. I was watching everything in the rearview mirror. I saw the way the old blanket was jumping around when you had your head in his lap, and I saw the way you were bouncing around when you sat on his lap. So I figured, what the heck, you seemed like a friendly girl, you're damned good looking and I know you're no prude."
She shook her head wonderingly.
"Besides, you're not shy," he quickly added. "I mean, look at the way you opened the door to me – dressed like that?"
"I'm not necessarily shy," she countered, "but that does not mean I'm indiscriminate."
He shrugged again. His grin was wide and good humored. "I sort of figured that since I was doing you a favor, you might do a favor for me. But, seeing you in the light like this, I can understand why you won't."
"Oh?" Her curiosity was piqued. "And why is that?"
"Hell, you're just a kid. What are you, fourteen?"
He was close – close enough to embarrass and slightly agitate Amy, who was proud that so many men mistook her for seventeen or even eighteen.
"So keep your money, and when you go back to that little town, remember that some people in the big, bad city aren't so bad – just ballsy."
That did it. She's been called a hick kid – and chicken, but…
Smiling, what she hoped was a cool, sophisticated smile, Amy calmly took the panties from him and stepped into them – without removing her robe. "They fit," she announced.
He laughed heartily. "That's one way to sneak out of it."
"Meaning?"
"You know what I mean."
Amy felt her juices starting to flow again. She was getting turned on. The idea of fucking did that to her. Here was a strange man, older and stronger than her, alone with her in a strange city. She could scream, and it probably wouldn't bring anyone. He was daring her to tease him, and she knew she could do it and get away with it!
Amy let her smile become knowing and stepped out of the panties.
"Why not?" she asked rhetorically. "You did me a favor, and if all you need to get your jollies is to do a little eyeballing…" Moving gracefully, she opened the robe and let it slide away from her fresh, rosy young curves. The look on the man's face as he saw her erect-nippled tits bounce firmly into view was enough to thrill her all by itself.
Calmly, without rushing, Amy bent limberly from the waist and picked up the panties. She straightened for a moment, letting her eyes travel upwards over the man's long form. She noted the throbbing bulge at his crotch in the process.
Still graceful and without haste, she stepped into the panties again, pulling them tightly over her pussy. She spread her arms in a theatrical gesture and did a smooth little pirouette for him.
"See?"
He whistled. "You got a beautiful body for a kid."
"Got your jollies, now?"
He smiled. "I wish I were ten years younger – or you were ten years older."
"Why? So you could look longer?"
"If I were ten years younger, maybe you'd get into the back seat with me, and if you were ten years older, you wouldn't be so afraid to do what you want to."
"What makes you think I'm afraid?"
"Because you're not doing it, and I know what you want to do."
"You're sure?"
"Un-hmm. You're all wet." He nodded and she knew immediately what he meant. The crotch of her panties was already soaked. She did want to do more than give him an exhibition – and yet she was hesitating.
"Maybe I like to see what's coming off, too," she hinted.
"Maybe." Without another word, he slowly unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard cock.
Amy's eyes widened as she watched the long, slim cock come into view. Only the cockhead was really flushed with blood, and the contrast made it look purple. The whiteness of the cockshaft made the cock seem even longer than it was. Yet, his prick was wonderfully slender, almost like a magic wand.
"C'mere and touch it, Amy-baby," he said softly. "It won't bite, but it does spit."
Like a zombie, she crossed to him on pointed toes. Her head barely reached his chest, and his stiff cock pointed at her midsection like a spear. She took another step forward. The cockhead was nuzzling against her heaving abdomen just beneath the luscious underswellings of her precocious tits.
He groaned. "Want to see more?" he asked. "Just help yourself, honey – there's more. Remember – I'm ballsy."
Licking suddenly dry lips with a vixen tongue, Amy reached forward and finished undoing his trousers. They fell loosely to the floor around his ankles. His legs were bony, but his balls were tremendous.
"I see what you mean," she said softly, fingers gently rubbing up and down the length of his prick. Her cunt was secreting like mad, and her nipples felt ready to burst with aroused blood.
Suddenly, Amy could wait no longer. She leaped up, her arms going around his neck. Amy climbed the tall man like a monkey on a tree, finally securing herself. Her legs locked around his waist, and her pussy rocked back and forth against the broad upper back of his prick.
The man helped. His hands went beneath her pert, taut ass. His fingers immediately began inching towards her lightly furred cunt, rubbing her pussy lips and pushing against the inner pinkness. Amy bit his nipples and heard his soft groan.
"I'm starving for the sweet little teeny cunt," he moaned – and then the world was twisting and spinning upside down until Amy found herself hanging upside down. She was bewildered for a moment, but comprehension came as soon as she felt his hot breath against the insides of her thighs. Amy let her legs lie over his shoulders. She wrapped her arms about his hips, already reaching out with her precociously experienced tongue to lick up and down the length of his slender prick, from base to cocktip.
In that position, her cunt was jammed right underneath his mouth – an offering that took only a moment to be accepted.
Amy shivered as she felt his tongue rasping over her cunt and in between her legs, thoroughly saliva-coating the length of her sensitive pussy. He knew his stuff, nibbling softly on her swollen pussy lips and tracing the inner, nerve-covered flesh of those cunt petals. Within moments, Amy was ready to scream with hunger for hard cock in her cunt – cock like the one she was tongue-lapping at that very moment.
He hoisted her higher, sucking almost all of her cunt into his hungry mouth and jamming his sinuous, snake-like mouth so far up into her pussy that Amy was sure he was going to come out her belly. She stretched her long, graceful throat as far as she could, already feeling the dizziness from blood rushing to her head. She sucked the head of his cock into her mouth and wriggled her tongue against the underside.
He responded in his own way, concentrating more and more of his own tongue work on Amy's tight little asshole. The memory of what she'd seen on the tape, and the excitement of having cum on her fingers not so very long before, made Amy relax and welcome the invasion of his tongue. She shook with excitement as she realized that he was fixated on her sweet young asshole. His cock might be just the one to initiate her virginal asshole.
Amy let him bob her entire body up and down, forcing the head of his prick to the back of her mouth and into the first constriction of her throat. She loved the feel of his abdomen rubbing against her stiff nipples, and she loved the sensation of his tongue delving up into the narrow aperture of her ass!
Amy willingly allowed his hands to guide her onto her back. With a single, fluid motion, he had her long legs up and slung once again across his shoulders.
Amy's arms were spread wide to each side as she felt his cock nuzzle her asscheeks. She brought her hands in close, gripping her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, pinching and rolling the pebble hard nubbins, sending even more intense sensations rolling through her burning body.
She hissed with pleasure at the sensation of the room's cool air on her clitoris as he spread her pussy lips and fit the arrowhead tip of his cock against her sweet cunt. He drove his loins forward, leaning over her and catching himself on his hands. Amy grunted at the penetration and levered her pussy up at him, trying to hurry the fucking. His prick head was probing far up into her belly.
He began fucking her then. Any woman's cunt would have closed tightly around his slender, lengthy prick, but Amy's teenybopper cunt seemed determined to fight every new push into her cuntal clutches. She was hot for him, burning, and it was just seconds before she was blowing her first orgasm of the encounter.
But he didn't slow, not for an instant. With the same unhurried, measured strokes, he continued sawing his long, skinny cock in and out of her tight young cunt. Amy came again, slowly and without haste, and then again almost immediately. She felt the room spinning. There was something about this relaxed style of fucking that was getting to her in a place where she'd never felt the pleasure before. She felt as if she could let him do whatever he wanted and come forever in the process.
His hands came down beneath her sweet, tight asscheeks again. Amy was so utterly relaxed that when he began smearing her cuntal secretion back to her nervously closed asshole, she merely welcomed it. Her eyes closed. Amy hummed as yet another orgasm rolled through her.
And when he began working his finger in and out of the little asshole, Amy could only let herself relax the more completely.
The next thing she felt there was the head of his prick. She might have resented its removal from her cunt, but she'd come so much that way already that she couldn't begrudge any part of her body an equal share of the pleasures.
She felt a moment of fear rush through her as he began pushing his cock into her ass. She eased herself back into the orgasm impelled torpor. From then on, it was bliss.
Inch by inch, without pause but without rush, he fed the entire length of his prick up into her. Amy sighed and shivered. Her nipples suddenly hardened still further. For all its length and slenderness, Amy was glad his cock was limber and not rock rigid.
Then she felt the narrow head of his prick reaching farther up her asshole than she'd imagined possible. His flat abdomen pressed her tight young asscheeks, and from then on, Amy was nothing but a ball of coming, shuddering nerves.
He pushed his prick in and out of her gently, easily, carefully – and expertly. Amy had never dreamed it was possible to cum with this kind of fucking, especially without any attention being given to her normally greedy clitoris. But the orgasms were different this way, starting slowly, building slowly, and continuing to build until she was almost frightened by their intensity. Again and again Amy blew her stack until she was fucked into delirium and lay limp as a rag doll sobbing gratefully with each new injection of cock to her ass.
When he turned her over and began doing push-ups over Amy's prone form, the sensations really let loose. His long, skinny cock ran in and out of Amy's asshole almost easily. Her asshole gripped every inch of his limber prick with a damp stricture. Without realizing it, Amy was getting her hips into the swing of the new style of fucking. Unconsciously she arched her lovely, rounded ass up to meet every new injection of his shit-driving cock into her ass.
The pleasures began to grow as she felt the cockhead reaching hitherto untouched pleasure centers within her. Gone was all fear, all revulsion, all hesitation – and in its place she was consumed with the sheer physical pleasure of ass-fucking.
Amy began swinging her ass with enthusiasm. Her little asscheeks were clenching and relaxing spastically as the rutting release of the fucking crashed through her. She was moving towards an orgasm that built in some generalized place between her narrow hips. It took in both her well-reamed ass and her all but untouched pussy. She felt the orgasm starting to tingle in her clit.
The fluttering of her pussy lips around the sawing length of his limber prick warned her that the tension was about to be released. At the same time, she felt the nameless man's cock begin to swell and get hard in her ass. It was difficult to continue with the ever hardening length of cock, but she was eager to have his big cock full length crammed inside her when he fired his load into her bowels.
Gritting her teeth, Amy heaved her sweet little ass up at him, taking every inch of his skinny cock. She held her ass there, rotating it against his indrawn abdomen, feeling his pale prick stirring her asshole.
As he came in her, Amy could feel every caterpillar ripple of cum running through his cock more clearly than she'd ever dreamed possible. It was as if she were alive inside in a way she'd never known before.
When the first hot jets of jism landed inside her, Amy felt them with a previously unknown clarity. She felt as if she were being at once scalded and fueled in her ass. She knew his cock juice couldn't possibly be as hot as it seemed.
But as the orgasm rolled across her with the force and irresistible sureness of a breaking tsunami, Amy tensed every muscle in her body, flattening herself on the floor. Her asshole drew noose tight around the base of the man's cock until it was almost painful for him to come.
Amy felt the room receding from her as he emptied the last wrenching spurts into her ass. She ad to force herself to breathe, but it was pleasured agony.
The two lay gasping in aftermath. Amy derived pleasure from the sensation of his prick shriveling within her asshole grip. It lay long and limber inside her, subject to the convulsive jerking of her fluttering sphincters.
Finally, he stirred and pulled himself out of her ass. Amy clenched her teeth; her asshole was sore and sensitive to the dry friction of his withdrawal.
She rolled over and lay there watching him as he staggered to pull his clothes back into order. The large, creamy swells of her overdeveloped tits heaved firmly, quivering like inverted bowls of snowy gelatin.
"Well?" she queried.
"You've got a beautiful pussy," he replied fervently. "And the most gorgeous ass I've ever seen, touched, licked, sucked or fucked."
"How about seconds – a bit more conventionally?" she challenged.
"If I were ten years younger…"
"We've got time," she said. "I'll wait a bit."
He laughed. "No way, baby."
"Why not?" But she was pleased at having cut him down from his self-assured niche.
He tucked his shirt into his pants. "Because, Amy – baby, beautiful and fuckable as you are – and you are – one basic and inalienable fact remains."
"Oh?"
"Yes. You, Amy-baby, are jail-bait." He waved bye-bye and left.
She lay there, breasts still heaving invitingly, ass still raw and drooling jism, and giggled tiredly.