Amy felt the power of her youthful beauty. She walked home from school knowing that she had what men wanted, what they needed, what they craved. Why shouldn't she make some money off her charms?
What was wrong with that? If the men wanted her so much, why not?
She had a bundle in the bank drawing interest from Mr. Huston. Mr. Lane said he'd pay her five hundred dollars next week. She smiled to herself.
Maybe she could get rich before she got out of high school. She arrived home and watched some MTV and waited for her mother.
Her mother came home earlier than usual.
"I have a date tonight. I'm running late. When he gets here, you talk to him, entertain him, okay?"
Amy looked sexy in her school uniform. She sat on the couch.
Janet started up the stairs. She turned. "Oh, his name is Bob Larson, he's very rich. He's president of a commuter airline. Be nice to him."
"Okay," Amy said.
Janet disappeared, and Amy heard the shower go on.
A minute later, the doorbell rang. Amy answered it. Mr. Larson stood in the doorway, a gray three-piece suit enhanced his business dignity.
He smiled and showed perfect teeth. He was tanned and handsome. Amy figured him in his forties. He was six feet tall, thin, and he looked rich.
"Hi, I'm Amy."
"Oh, yes, you're Janet's daughter. She told me about you."
"Mom got home late from work. She's getting ready. Come in."
Mr. Larson walked in and sat down on the couch.
"You could have a drink," Amy said.
He got back up and fixed a bourbon with water and two ice cubes. Then, he returned to the couch.
Amy sat across from him, her luscious, juicy, young body rippling in her school uniform. He smiled at her. She smiled back and noticed that he looked her over with a more than interested look, his eyes lingering on her legs, the way her skirt pleated out on her thighs, her tits in the pink sweater.
Amy liked the way he stared at her. She liked men to give her the hot-eye.
"And you're in high school now, your mother tells me," Bob said.
"Uh-huh." Amy said.
"What grade?"
"I'm a senior."
He sipped at his drink. Amy crossed her legs, held one high longer than usual, gave Mr. Larson a good look up her dark blue school skirt, let him see her pink panties.
"You're very pretty," he said, "just like your mother."
"She is pretty, isn't she?" Amy replied. "Yes," Mr. Larson said, again sipping his drink, ogling Amy over the top of the glass.
Amy wanted to say, Yeah and she's got big tits and a great body too, huh? But she kept quiet, just letting the older man stare at her.
Mr. Larson was thinking, God – what a beautiful young lass, what a sexy sweet girl.
Amy did look fabulous. Pink glistening lipstick made her lips shine. A bright pink blush on her cheeks highlighted the smooth skin. Her bangs were straight on her forehead. Her ponytail hung down and sloped over her shoulder in front, licking down at her round, juicy muffin-tits.
Amy slid to the edge of the chair and got up, her skirt puffing up high, almost over her panties. She walked over to Mr. Larson.
She stood in front of him, lifted her little school skirt up over her panties.
"You better do somethin' if you're gonna, 'cause Mom will be down soon."
"Ah… well… ahhhh, I…"
"Like if you wanna feel and stuff," Amy whispered.
"I, well, ahmmmm…"
"Go ahead, but you better hurry."
"Feel you right there?"
"Yeah, on my panties." Mr. Larson set his drink down on a table at the end of the couch. He edged forward, tentative, as if he were pondering whether he really should feel Amy on her panties.
She stood like a juicy tart in front of him. He craned his head out and licked at her thighs with his tongue, then slapped his wiggling dobber at her crotch. He was on her now. His mouth kissed her dumpling panties, sucked the pink crotch.
He sucked, lapped and kissed her panties.
"Jeeeeez, wow!" Amy gulped. "Wheeewww, my panties! You're eatin' my panties."
"Mmmmm, mmmm," Mr. Larson mumbled.
"Well, go ahead then!" Amy urged. Amy stood over him, watching his mouth, looking at his crotch, and she saw the bulging thump of his cock getting hard for her.
Mr. Larson thumbed her panties and tugged them down. He kissed her cunt.
"Jeeez, whoozzshhhit!" Amy huffed.
His tongue slicked up and down her slit. He reached behind her and cupped her ass. Amy pushed her pussy at his greedy mouth.
"Mmmmmm, you're suckin' my cunny pie," she whispered.
Sucking it? He was chomping the delicious pussy like a beaver gnawing on a tree for a new dam.
"Oooooh, whoofff, damn!" Amy whispered.
He had her now. His mouth sucked in her pussy. He chewed the muffy mound. His tongue fucked into her.
"Ali right now, damn, I'm gonna cum!" Amy whoofed.
And she did. She simply couldn't hold on. She let it take her, the fine feeling of climax, the wonderful whoosh of orgasm.
"Darnnnnn!" she moaned.
Mr. Larson sucked her cunt. Mr. Larson ate her pussy. Mr. Larson chewed her snatch. Amy came with a tingling of delight.
She shuddered with joy, then fell forward and caught her balance by slapping her hands to his shoulders.
She finished cumming and sat down beside Mr. Larson. Her hand slid between his legs and she felt his prick.
"Boy, you're hard as a rock," she whispered. "Lemme take it out and play with it, okay?"
"God, yes! Please!"
Amy unzipped his fly. She withdrew his hard prick. He had a full seven inches of throbbing cock. Amy clutched the cock stalk, squeezed, and watched the gush of cum spit from the big prickhead.
"Should we fuck?" she whispered.
"Do we dare?" Mr. Larson whimpered. "If we hurry," Amy said.
Amy crawled on top of him. He fisted his cock and jammed it up into her tight blonde pussy.
"Ah, ooooofff, gosh!" she babbled. "Oh, my sweet dear!" he whispered. "We're fuckin' now!"
He pushed up to her, shoved more of his thick prick into Amy's pussy.
"Yes, fuckin' now!"
Amy bounced up and down on top of the handsome businessman. His slushy cock slicked in and out of her sucking little pussy.
He held her hips, felt the fine, young curves, looked up into her schoolgirl face, and shook his head as if to say, I can't believe this is happening.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Hot fucking on the couch. The older man, the younger girl.
And that's when Janet walked in. She stopped and sucked in her breath in a gasp.
"What in the hell is this?" she snapped.