Amanda Woods stirred restlessly on the bed, her voluptuous body twisting sensuously on the mattress as the blankets slipped slowly off her naked body. Finally, realizing that she would get no sleep in her present restless state, she turned on her back and opened her eyes. She should have known better than try to sleep when she was so keyed up. Her thoughts kept returning to the conversation she had had with her boy friend's father, Randall Thorpe.
Randall Thorpe was a big man in Pennsylvania. He owned a few mines, and various other businesses and was considered one of the most powerful men in the state. A man like him, especially if he had any political aspirations, couldn't afford scandals. But, he knew he would have one soon if he didn't do something about his son Scott, the most notorious wastrel in the state. Scott was what Thorpe's private conversation with her had been about. Long ago, the two of them had come to an understanding regarding his son, one that was beneficial to both of them and unknown to Scott.
Amanda had started going out with Scott because he was rich and entertaining. Soon, however, she had realized just what a bastard he really was, and was just on the verge of leaving him. That was when his father had stepped in and offered her a deal. He would pay her a salary if she would stay with his son, keeping him interested, entertained, and out of trouble. She had jumped at the deal, for though she didn't really like Scott, for the kind of money she was being offered, she would have put up with anything. Scott had a wild imagination and a strange sense of fun-one she found generally unamusing-but she stayed and stayed all for the sake of some good easy money. She had never considered leaving Scott either, or at least she hadn't until this afternoon, that is, when she had heard his father's latest plan to turn his no-good son into a responsible citizen.
The batty old man was planning to send Scott up to some godforsaken mining town called Beaulea where he would learn all about coal mines and the way less fortunate people lived. If that wasn't bad enough, the old man wanted Amanda to go with him and be there, in some two-bit shanty town for the whole fucking time! The guy had balls! But she had to admit one thing, she was looking forward to Scott's reaction, that would be a show to sell tickets for! Shit, maybe it wouldn't be so bad, after all he had promised to up her salary while she was there.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. Probably Scott himself to tell me the good news, she thought wearily, and throwing on her near transparent negligee she walked through the apartment, turning on a few lights as she went, before she opened the door.
Scott was standing at the front, door, and next to him stood another young man, about; the same age as Scott. He was tall, with dark hair and dark eyes. He looked at Amanda as if he were appraising a whore in a whore house.
"Howdy, Amanda honey, hear the good news from daddy dear?" he looked at her and smiled sarcastically.
"Yes, are you going to do it?" she asked as casually as she could, while casting a questioning glance at the dark-haired man standing at his side.
"Oh, I have to, or should I say," he smiled wickedly, "we have to. After all, we do want to inherit his money, don't we?"
"Naturally," she returned.
"Can we come in?" Scott spoke with just a hint of sardonic humor.
"What? Oh, yes. Of course. I just…"
"This is Amanda, my girl. She and I have a little understanding."
"Understanding?" Amanda hadn't quite caught onto what Scott was up to. She was still rather groggy. "You've been talking about me, to him?"
"Yeah, of course I have. I guess because you're something pretty special."
Amanda was flattered by the cryptic compliment, but was somewhat taken aback by the fact that Scott had brought this friend along. He was up to no good though, she could realize that much.
It was after they had all walked into the apartment that Chuck said, still eyeing her up and down. "Scott, you rich asses get all the luck with the chicks." A lustful smile grew on his face.
The perplexed redhead found herself looking from one to the other of them, tense and curious. Obviously, Scott had told this fellow something about her. But had he told Chuck the more intimate details of their relationship? The nerve! She would be furious if Chuck knew all about her sex life with Scott. Moreover, she didn't know what Scott had in mind.
There was an awkward silence as the two young men studied Amanda's sensuous figure, her soft, billowing tits fully visible under the sheer negligee, the soft tufts of her pussyhairs.
It was Scott who spoke first. "Chuck here is one of my old college buddies."
"Oh."
Scott, hooked his thumb in his belt and seemed very serious. "Well, you see, Chuck just arrived in town and he doesn't know anyone here, so I thought I'd bring him along to share the fun. You know, we can all have a little fun together."
Amanda was too stunned to reply. Perhaps she hadn't heard him right, perhaps. "What? Scott, what are you suggesting?" She had done a lot of things with Scott that were new and exciting, and insanely pleasurable. But she had never thought he would suggest anything like this. Party? What he meant was an orgy with her as the object. And after this, would he bring still more friends over at his whim? A gang-bang? He was gradually preparing her for a gang-bang! She had heard about them, of course, fantasized, even, but never dreamed…
"I… I…" Her face was white and her hands were shaking. "N… No… no! I won't… I…" Her voice was so small and so frightened that Scott could hardly hear her protests.
Chuck turned to Scott. "All talk and no show, huh? You were talking real big back at the bar."
"Now wait a minute. I told you she would want to fuck us both, and she will. It doesn't take much to get her hot. Listen," Then he turned to Amanda, leveled a finger at her as if in accusation, and said. "It's all or nothing, Amanda. Either both of us, or neither of us ever!"
Amanda looked at Scott as if she were in a dazed trance. Goddamn little bastard, he had her and he knew it. She sometimes wondered if he didn't know that his father paid her to stay with him to keep him out of trouble. He kept taunting her with things, throwing her faults up at her, making a fool of her, as though he were daring her to leave. And she would have long ago if she hadn't liked the money so well, but tonight! He had never gone this far before, asking her to act like a bawdy house-whore with a perfect, stranger! Letting both of them fuck her however they pleased? Both of them fucking her at the same time?
It was a horrible thought. And yet, at the same time a very thrilling one. Amanda had never been much of a prude, and she couldn't not admit that she was excited at the obscene idea.
"I know how to make it a little easier," said Scott. "How about a little drink?"
"A drink?" replied Amanda.
"C'mon, that always loosens you up." He reached down into a brown paper bag and removed a large bottle of Southern Comfort.
Amanda shook her head and stepped back. She turned her head from one side to the other as if looking for an escape. Scott became annoyed.
"C'mon, you know you love the stuff. What's the big deal?"
"I don't want…"
"Just like I said," Chuck interrupted. "All talk and no pussy. Man, what a braggart. Let's get the hell out of here. We can find our pussy somewhere else."
Amanda was stung by his remark He was treating her just like a tramp, a whore, but more than that, he was acting so condescending! If there was one thing she would not tolerate, it was being condescended to. She had a voice, she had a brain, and a personality! As angry as she was, she still managed to say. "Oh, I'll have a drink, in fact, I'd like to have one Scott, darling, but just a small one."
Scott smiled, grinning first at her and then at Chuck. He took a deep swig out of the bottle and then passed it over to Chuck who did the same and then in turn handed it to Amanda. She took the deepest drink of all, her tits swelling out as she drank. Both the young men eyed her with great appreciation and anticipation. The liquor tasted sweet as she felt it going all the way to her stomach. She took a few more before handing the near empty bottle back to Scott.
She looked at the two young men and saw their lazy grins and glazed eyes, lids drooping almost to a half-close.
Amanda could tell that the two men were in the same preoccupied stupor that she herself felt. Their glazed eyes were fixed on some point in mid-air, their minds fixed on some distant memory. They looked almost comical. In fact, they looked downright funny. A giggle surged up into her throat, but she tried to suppress it. She sat trying desperately not to laugh. But she couldn't stop herself.
Her shrill laugh brought Scott and Chuck back from their preoccupied thoughts and they eyed her suspiciously.
"What's so funny?"
"Nothing! Everything! You! Me! Everyone."
As quickly as her laughter came, so it went suddenly. The room grew quiet, and stuffy and she just wanted to get Scott's little idea of fun over with.
"Take off your nightgown." It was Scott who had spoken, quietly, but with a distinct tone of command.
Amanda opened the front of her negligee, revealing her exquisitely ballooning titties. Taking one sensuous stride backwards, she let it drop off one shoulder, then off the other. As it slid down her graceful, voluptuous body, over one shapely leg and then the other, she looked at them and smiled. It was almost as if she were an entirely different person, standing brazenly and enticingly naked in front of two men and she was enjoying it.
Her eyes were glazed, her mouth was dry, and she longed for something cool and sweet to wet her parched throat. Chuck and Scott were staring at her, open-mouthed and slightly dazed, as she walked very slowly, one long sensuous step after another, towards them. Slowly, her smoothly curved ass cheeks came into new. She turned to face them and saw the lustful, hungry look in their eyes as they watched her, transfixed.
Her softly rounded tits danced and jiggled with every licentious step she took, and she shrugged her shoulders to increase this effect. Grinning lewdly, she stood swaying in a drunken haze with her hands brazenly, almost daringly, holding her huge titties up in the air as though she wanted them to become as large as they could be.
The rapid breathing of the two young men was heavy in the quiet room until Scott said reverently, "God damn! What a set of tits!"
Both men were wide-eyed and their mouths began to water in eagerness as they silently studied every curve, every line and feature of her nakedly enticing body. The apartment seemed to grow hotter-they could see a large drop of wetness clinging to the crevice between her huge, lewdly held tits. Her body began to glisten already with sweat, which only made her obscene pose all the more lewd and irresistible!
She flirted with them in a provocatively tempting way, her whitely trembling titties bouncing back and forth as she moved a little to expose the pinkly glistening lips of her pussy to the two panting men with a frank lewd desire, and her hotly throbbing clit was exposed, naked and inviting.
God, was she horny! Hornier than she could ever remember being!
"You really know how to pick women, Scott," Chuck hissed with awe. "Just look at that pussy!"
Amanda smiled, a lust-ridden, depraved smile. Slowly her fingers moved from her tits to move across her softly rounded belly, down to her downy cunthairs where they played languorously for a minute before caressing her clit, sending a fabulous electric shock through her entire naked body.
Scott and Chuck jumped off the chairs and were out of their clothes before Amanda knew what had happened
"Oh? Let me at that pussy! Give me a little piece of that," Chuck growled, frantically trying to get out of his clothes.
Scott always used vulgar words when he was fucking her, but these words coming from a stranger thrilled her even more. She couldn't stop trembling with anticipation at the thought of being fucked by both of them. Her lushly naked body fairly screamed out to be tortured with humiliation, with agony and with pleasure. She would do whatever they wanted, act as lewdly and obscenely as they could make her, and she thrilled with her own power and with their power over her. She looked at their muscular, naked bodies with an animalistic craving, look at those two huge cocks! So nice and big! Stiff and long cocks-and they were all hers! And she was going to be fucked by both of them, right now! She was nearly crazy with an insane excitement as she watched the two men slowly approach her.
"I get the first fuck with this doll!" Chuck said flatly.
"No, wait a minute. She's my woman and I pay her bills, so I call the shots. We'll both fuck her at the same time."
"Hey, great! Sounds like a blast!"
Turning to Amanda, Scott ordered, "Get down on your knees, Amanda."
But Amanda was still in a daze and didn't react quickly enough for them. Grabbing her by the arms and wrists, they pushed her down to her knees. Kneeling in front of Scott, she gazed longingly at the hugely pulsing cock that hung down in front of her, it was so delicious looking. She saw it jerk lustfully as though it could escape her ravenous stare and was ready.
Still with the same dazed, drugged, dreamy expression on her face, she opened her mouth slowly, invitingly. But Scott didn't move. So she stretched her hands up and took the thickly throbbing hardness in her fingers, working them back and forth slowly, sensuously as her cruel boy friend thrust his naked, glistening hips back and forth in rhythm.
"Close your eyes," Scott hissed.
She obeyed, opening her wetly ovaled lips in eager anticipation. He guided his huge, lust-swollen cock-head into her mouth, then reached down with one hand and began massaging one of her sensuously quaking tits.
"Suck my cock baby!" he moaned and Amanda obeyed, closing her velvety soft mouth tightly around the jerking head. Then she started sucking, very gently at first, but soon with gluttonous passion and obscene abandon.
Eyes closed in luscious rapture, Amanda felt hands pulling her fingers away from Scott's prick and placing them on another, Her mouth still locked tightly around Scott's cock, she continued her voracious sucking while her fingers now closed tightly over Chuck's hotly swelling pole, stroking it into a hot pulsing hardness. It jerked with desire in her hands as the liquor-crazed young red-head took as much of Scott's cock as she could in her mouth, bobbing with her lips at it.
Suddenly, Chuck crudely pulled her head to one side, tearing her away from Scott's heatedly throbbing shaft with a wetly lewd sound.
She opened her mouth wide and then closed it again, this time around Chuck's prick. She opened her eyes briefly, looking up at the salacious grinning young man as he fucked her in the mouth, hips swinging back and forth. Amanda felt Scott grab both her hands and wrap her fingers around his own shaft, wet with her saliva. Immediately she began madly, passionately, caressing it, up and down, up and down. Then she felt two hands, one on each hotly quivering tit, massaging crazily. She could tell that they were the hands of two different men, and the thought of this drove her to feverish heights of excitement. Instinctively, they both began to squeeze her pink, inviting nipples until they tingled uncontrollably.
The scene became wilder and wilder as they crouched over Amanda's nakedly voluptuous body. They were mesmerized by her milky, naked flesh as she sucked with wanton abandon first at one pulsating cock and then the other. Soon there were four hands roaming over her body, cupping her whitely trembling ass cheeks, massaging her soft fuzzy pussy, squeezing her nipples into rampant life.
Her entire body was dripping wet now, little droplets of perspiration slipping down her neck and face. Thy were all breathing heavily, panting with lust, as she continued to suck with wetly ovaled lips, trying desperately to please herself and the two men. Her hands were constantly grasped around their hotly throbbing pricks and she stroked and pulled and stroked as hard as she could.
Amanda was tossed around, pushed and pulled this way and that, while her wetly excited cunt and asshole were probed and caressed by mauling, massive hands. She felt her passion rising to the boiling point, as she sucked and stroked with all her might, hoping that one or the other-or both-of them would cum in her mouth. She wanted them both desperately, unashamedly, wanted them to cover her naked body with cum. She knew there was plenty of time, that they would both probably cum at least twice. She was theirs, completely and obscenely theirs, and she would do anything they asked.
She felt a bolt of excitement course through her body when Scott picked her up, his hands under her armpits, and carried her into her bedroom and placed her on the bed. She lay still for a moment in breathless anticipation, spreading her legs wide apart to expose her cock-hungry cunt.
The two men looked down at her, burning with mad abandoned passion, their massive pricks glistening with her warm saliva. Then they looked at each other as if they were animals poised for the kill.
"I've got first fuck," Scott groaned.
Without waiting for Chuck's reply, he fell heavily on top of her with a force that nearly took her breath away. For a moment she was stunned, looking around first at one then at the other of them as though wondering what they were going to do next.
Scott began running his hands all over her body, down to her glistening slit. Then he placed his cock-head over it and drew it back and forth, smiling in a depraved and lewd way. Amanda smiled back at him, unable to speak. The tip of his huge shaft separated her softly working pussy lips and smoothed down against the thin furrow of pinkly throbbing flesh, and she bent her knees up in response, impatiently, revealing her soft little pussy.
Chuck watched as if in a trance, as Scott plunged his massive hot spear into her eagerly quivering pussy.
"You like that, huh?" Scott hissed.
Amanda could only groan ecstatically in response. Her hips began to gyrate and undulate as soon as his thickly pulsing shaft had slid into her ravenously devouring pussy hole. He fucked her with slow, tantalizing, sensuous strokes as she moaned and groaned, tossing her head from side to side, her legs spread obscenely apart, inviting more and more long, sensuous strokes. Her tits quaked ecstatically as Scott's fingers worked over their white softness.
Amanda's head fell over the edge of the bed in her wild abandon, her neck exposed and her mouth gaping open, moaning and crying each time Scott fucked his enormous cock all the way home. Through half-open eyes, she saw Scott's friend came around to stand by her head, his naked torso gleaming with sweat, his massively throbbing shaft in his hand. She watched with open eyes now as he slowly drew the foreskin back, revealing his thickly pulsating head in all its glory. Amanda opened her mouth wider, begging silently with wetly parted lips.
Crouching above her head, Chuck held his dick for her to see, then very slowly, very sensuously, slid its hotness into her hungry, greedy mouth.
Now the two men were fucking her simultaneously in the mouth and in the cunt. Within a couple of minutes, they fell into the same sensuous rhythm, grinning salaciously as they thrust each time. Scott fucked deep into her wetly throbbing pussy while, at the same time, Chuck sank his hotly jerking shaft deep into the hot, velvety warmth of her mouth, as far as it would go.
They both withdrew at the same time, pulling their cocks out until just the heads were in her hungry cunt and her warm, willing mouth. They would pause for a moment before swooping down again, and this time they fucked her with a slowly but steadily increasing rhythm that nearly drove her wild.
She knew what they were doing and was enjoying it, as her nakedly voluptuous body undulated and writhed with each deep fuck; her huge tits dancing up and down with an obscene motion.
Scott's damp, hot fingers pinched her nipples to erectness, pinching them harder and harder until it was almost painful, while Chuck held her head down, screwing in and out of her willing mouth with wanton abandon. She could feel her cunt clasping Scott's hardness and could feel him beginning to cum inside her. He threw his head back, let out an obscene moan, spewing his scalding hot juices deep up into the very depths of her pussy. He screwed his thickly jerking cock in and out at a frantic pace while his cum-laden balls slapped up against her defenselessly exposed ass. She felt the surge of his cum, felt his wildly quaking prick already beginning to go limp. But she didn't try to hang onto him, because Chuck would be next and she wanted him very badly.
Chuck slid his wetly glistening shaft from her warm, smooth mouth, and without a word, he grabbed her by the waist, and turned her over on her belly so that her rounded white ass cheeks were exposed.
"Ass up, cunt!"
Without questioning, Amanda scrambled to her knees while her tits dangled quivering underneath her. She arched her back lewdly, offering her twin ass cheeks to the man who was kneeling on the bed behind her.
"Spread wide," Chuck commanded, and she obediently spread her thighs so that he could see the wet, cum-drenched hole of her cunt. Grinning with salacious pleasure, he grabbed her by the waist and put the head of his huge cock on the warmly inviting hole and began to press forward.
Meanwhile, Scott walked around to her head, standing in front of her so she could have a good look at his newly swelling cock. She gazed at him with a lewdly hungry expression, parting her lips in invitation. At the same time, she felt Chuck's massive shaft spread her fuzzy pussy and begin to bury his prick into her ravenous cunt. She undulated backward, obscenely rotating her ass cheeks as he slipped his dick eagerly into the slippery confines of her pussy.
Amanda's passion was rising and rising until she thought she would go mad. Bucking back and up as her boyfriend's friend, Chuck, began fucking her, her loins ripped lewdly as she took all of his massive prick deep within her greedily clasping cunt. She could feel ripples of lust running in waves through her nakedness and she wanted to cum. She would burst if she didn't cum soon!
Scott was still standing there, watching her huge titties dancing and swaying underneath her. Roughly, he grabbed ahold of her coppery hair with one hand, jerked her head up and slid his anxiously throbbing cock into her open and willing mouth. Immediately she began a greedy, hungry sucking, hugging his hard maleness with her soft, moist lips.
Again, the wantonly kneeling redhead was being fucked by two men at once. God, she loved every lewd second of it! She felt an obscene thrill ripple through her entire body.
Scott watched her suck, her cheeks hollowing, her lips ovaled and tight. He watched her naked hips undulating wildly, straining to cum as his massively pulsing cock grew harder and harder.
Amanda could feel Chuck's heatedly throbbing cock fucking in and out of her at a frantic tempo and she could feel her own impatient cum building, smoldering, begging for release. She wanted to throw her head from side to side, but Scott held it firm as he pumped in and out with a steadily growing tempo.
Amanda's mind-erupting cum slammed into her almost without warning, although it had been building relentlessly all through the dual fucking. She came as Chuck held her by the hips while Scott held her head in place and they continued fucking her wildly writhing, nakedly flying body with merciless abandon as they felt her body shudder in spasms of reckless delight.
Her sobbing moans turned to gurgles around Scott's lust-hardened cock and her hot, juicy pussy twitched and tightened around Chuck's deeply fucking shaft. Sweat poured out of every pore. She writhed and jerked back and forth as the men intensified their efforts to prolong her cum. She was powerless as the two young men battered her back and forth, ravaging her helpless naked body.
Chuck came, his scalding white cum spilling into her greedily milking cunt. Then he pulled out his bucking, pulsating cock and shot his lust fuel all over her hotly quivering ass cheeks. Amanda felt a lewd pleasure at this obscene action.
Still, she sucked harder and harder on Scott's prick, until, with a low moan, he began to cum in her mouth. Amanda's cheeks ballooned with each burst of white hot juice and she swallowed all of it, gasping for air. But Scott kept on ramming, driving his swollen shaft as far back into her mouth as it would go with each new jet. And Amanda kept on sucking, greedily, madly licking his cock until she had gotten every drop of the boiling cum.
The three of them collapsed, exhausted on the bed, panting, sweating in the aftermath of their salacious orgy.
"Amanda," Scott gasped in between pants. "Are we going to have a fucking time there up at the coal mine?"
"You think so?"
"Sure! Now you know that I'm the greatest fucker in the world, and you have the best cunt, well then, it just stands to reason that by the time we leave that place, we'll have the whole damn town fucking like crazy and doing it better than anyone else in the world."
"And what makes you think those turkeys up there in Beaulea are going to want lessons from us?" she asked him smiling in spite of herself at the crazy images he was conjuring up in her mind of a town gone wild and fucking in the streets and the mines.
"Yeah," Chuck spoke up for the first time. "What makes you think that they're going to listen to you just because your father's the big-shit around the place?"
"Because he is the big-shit," he said smugly. "And when the big-shit's son says fuck, people do!" CHAPTER TWO
Amanda was getting sea sick. She had been maneuvering the little sports car around turns and grades for what seemed like hours. She had never seen such a wilderness of trees and winding roads and mountains in her life and she never wanted to again. She had no idea how she was ever going to be able to bear staying up in Beaulea for however long Scott was going to have to stay there. She looked over at Scott sitting next to her in the car, and had to laugh to herself, he looked even more miserable than she felt. Poor guy, he was going to miss the big city even more than she would.
"Hey, watch how much you drink there? We're almost there and you can't show up smelling like a brewery!" she cried, taking her eyes off the road as the young Thorpe took another drink from his pocket flask.
"Man, I need all the fortification I can get to make it through the next few months," he laughed half-heartedly. "I mean, where did my crazy old man get the idea that I had to start at the bottom in order to work at the top?"
"He did."
"Shit, you sounded just like my dad. Do that one more time, and I'll leave you in Beaulea when I split."
She laughed. "All right, I promise, I'll promise anything!"
"You know what I'd like right now?"
"Umm, what?"
"A nice interesting fuck!"
"I'll have you know that you're in the company of one of the most interesting fucks in the world. At least that's what I've been told." The ravishing woman patted a stray lock of her curly red hair in place.
"Oh, come on now, baby, you know what I mean." A glint of lewd interest flickered in the deep brown eyes of the rich, dark-haired man. He sat up to get a cigarette out for his companion. Taking one himself, he lit both. He handed it to Amanda, placing it between the voluptuous redhead's scarlet-painted lips.
He let his thumb rub sensually against her full lower lip, then dropped his hand down to the deep cleft between her hugely billowing tits where they showed tantalizingly white and soft at the top of her softly clinging peach silk blouse. For a moment his curious fingers played there, grazing suggestively against the smoothness of her cream-like skin, and then suddenly they darted down and across, smoothing against the supple swell of Amanda's inviting tits, naked beneath the material of her thin blouse. Taking the soft bud of her rapidly hardening nipple between his thumb and forefinger, he began to squeeze it obscenely.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm, oh Scottie," the redhead cooed.
"Feel nice, Mandy?" Scott asked, as he continued to squeeze and roll the sensitive button of her nipple between his fingers, feeling it growing harder by the minute.
"It certainly does," she replied, keeping a sharp eye on the road. After all she didn't want to accidentally careen off one of these hairpin turns and end up in a smashed pile at the bottom of one of these wild ravines. But she did manage to guide her right hand unerringly towards Scott Thorpe's hotly throbbing dick. Her tapered fingers then began to caress the cloth-covered, stiffening bulge at the front of his pants, feeling the rigid hardness give a little jerk of desire beneath the thin material and grow harder still.
"Mmmmmmmmmnnnnn" she purred, "you certainly are ready for pussy."
"Why don't you drive up the next dirt road," Scott suggested. He loved the way Amanda fingered his cock, and his loins throbbed with steadily rising lust. "Hell, why don't you just pull over to the side of the road and suck me off."
"Scottie," the sultry female said, her green eyes glittering with mischief, "you are a real jerk sometimes, you know that? I have my rights too, you know, and I like to get my cunt licked too."
"Okay, then, drive up the next dirt road," Scottie replied a little sulkily. He didn't like it at all when Amanda was so damn smart.
It made him feel like a damn kid with his mother. So unlike the adoring and sex-starved social-climbers who were eager and ready to do anything with the rich handsome son of Randall Thorpe. Still, for all her annoying independence, he had to admit that Amanda had interested him more than any other woman. Somehow she had managed to keep him interested and entertained so that no matter how often he screwed other women, he always came back to Amanda. The fact that she had that kind of effect on him amazed him.
"Why don't we just wait, honey," Amanda suggested. Yet despite her desire to keep going, the redheaded beauty was squirming on the car seat in mounting excitement. Scott's fingers were still roving maddeningly over her sensuously rounded tits, making her tingle excitedly all over. She could feel a light film of perspiration breaking out over her ravishingly endowed body, especially up between her warmly quivering thighs. "We're almost to Beaulea. Let's just go on into town, find that dump we'll be staying in, and then maybe we can have a quickie."
Amanda loved a good fuck, but she did have a job keeping him out of trouble and to stop now might create some. If the son of the owner of the Beaulea Mine were caught, by the locals fucking his girl friend on the side of the road, there would be hell to pay. Shit, she could just imagine what the papers would say.
"Amanda, sometimes I think you're just a goddamn cock-tease."
"Oh yeah?" The amused redhead shifted easily into a lower gear as she prepared to turn the car up the last steep winding grade before the town. "Listen, lover, I'm the best friend your little ol' cock ever had."
Scott was silent, once more staring sulkily out the window. He missed her hand touching him down there, but decided to let Amanda have her own way. After all, it was never very long before the handsome heir found female companionship, and he'd soon be rolling around in bed with some nice, eager pussy, be it Amanda or some miner's daughter.
"Listen, Scottie," the green-eyed woman said, attempting to soothe his distress. "If you're real good up at Beaulea, and don't get nasty with the miners and get mixed up with their daughters, and if you just play your little part like daddy wants you to, then maybe father will stop trying to make you responsible and let you inherit his money without bothering you anymore, how about it?"
Scott said nothing, feigning disinterest. But he had to admit that Amanda was probably right. She seemed to know his father even better than he did himself and he respected her judgment when it came to her opinion of just how his old man thought. Every time he took Amanda's advice it always turned out to be the best, thing to do and though he would never admit to her or anyone else how much he listened to her, he listened nonetheless,
He removed his hand from the warm interior of Amanda's silk blouse and began to drum his fingers lightly on the window. Yeah, Amanda was something else alright, almost too good to be true, and she'd been keeping him out of trouble ever since they'd met. Fuck, she'd put up with more shit from him and still stayed with him, than anyone he had ever known, his father included. Scott knew he was a no-good, conceited bastard, but he didn't care, he was the spoiled rich son of a millionaire, and he could afford to be an asshole, and he knew it and he knew he could get away with it because it was expected of him. The rich were the traditional asses of society, so after all, wasn't he just living up to the image? He laughed quietly, because he knew he would have started the idea if it hadn't already been created. He used his father's power and money to get himself everything he wanted, and he used it ruthlessly without, feeling for those he trampled along the way.
His father hated him, hated him for the way he took for granted all the things it had taken him his life to build. The money, the power, had all come after years and years of hard, backbreaking labor and Scott took and used it all as though it were owed him and not something to be grateful for. Scott didn't feel sorry for the old man, he was his father's son, and he had made his son what he was today. If the end product didn't suit his fancy, tough shit, he was still the only son he had, and he would never abandon him. He was stuck with him just as Scott was with his father. Some critics would even say they deserved each other and he had to agree.
Absorbed deeply in his thoughts, Scott was only vaguely aware that the scenery was rapidly changing outside the car. No longer were the trees thick along the side of the road, but they were thinning now. And off in the distance he could see the ugly scar of the mine cut into the mountain. The building surrounding the mineshaft and the building built over the shaft itself all stood out like great dusty blemishes against the brown-like dirt of the surrounding area. The cage-tower, full of its cables and pulleys that operated the cage-like elevator that took the miners down into the mines, stood out grotesquely from the rest. Below the mine, the miner's dwellings lay scattered about haphazardly around the mine buildings. Even from the road, all Amanda could see was the few pitiful attempts they had made on some of the homes to make them look more like normal houses, instead of the homes the company had built for its employees, but the attempt had been futile. The mine itself was too hideous to let anything too close look beautiful.
Amanda shuddered as they got closer to the village of Beaulea, and realized that this was to be her home for the next couple of months. Damn good thing Mr. Thorpe was paying her extra, or she would have turned back and gone to the city.
"Would you get a load of that place?" Scott said suddenly, incredulously, at her side, "Holy shit, dad sure threw one at me this time. The bastard, he really knows how to make me pay for my sins."
"Scott, would you take a look at the map Rogers drew for us back in town and find out which one of these shacks we'll be staying in?" Amanda pointed to the dashboard, and a small piece of paper.
Scott picked it up for a moment and studied it, then looked back up to the village itself.
"It's the blue house, the big one on the edge of town, just as you come into the place."
The sun had gone behind the mountain by the time they finally drove into Beaulea and followed the pitted road to the blue boarding house where they would be staying. The house was run by a miner's daughter named Jassy Newquay.
Jassy came from a long line of miners Her great-great-grandfather had worked the copper mines in Cornwall, England until the copper had run out and after that, he had worked in the tin mines until in the mid 1800's when he had immigrated to the United States with his family. All of his sons had been miners too, and their sons, and theirs Jassy's father had mined the Beaulea mine for twenty years before it finally killed him in the disastrous cave-in of '74. Twelve miners had been killed in that disaster, buried forever in the bowels of the earth crushed beneath tons and tons of rock. Jassy had been only one of the many who mourned that day.
She had, had to get a job herself after her father had died and since she had never lived in any other place but Beaulea, she had stayed. The miners had laughed at the idea that she get a job as a miner, but they gave her a job, though it was not in the mine itself. Jassy was a counter, it was she who kept track of the amount of coal removed from the mine each day, and she did her job well. Aside from her work at the mine, she had also opened her home to boarders. She did own the largest and most elegant, considering the rest of the houses in the village, and she treated her boarders well, when she had them. Her only real permanent resident was the crew eight foreman, Dirk Mulligan.
The Mulligan men had been miners from way back and they looked the part, big, brawny and with eyes as black as the very coal they mined. Dirk Mulligan was a hard man, but he had one weakness, Jassy Newquay. He found her frustrating and unpredictable, but one of the most fascinating women he had ever met. He was sometimes sorry that he couldn't quite think of her in any other terms than that of a sister, but he couldn't. Maybe he had known her too long and known her father as one of his best friends. Whatever the reason, he knew that she considered him as her family for she had no other, and he was happy to leave it at that.
Aside from Dirk, and a few short contract miners or visitors, the boarding house remained nearly empty. But it paid for itself, because it was the only house in town where a newcomer could stay, and now it would be getting two new guests, Amanda Woods and Scott Thorpe.
But Amanda and Scott didn't know all of this when they drove up in front of the house and sat in silence as they surveyed the somewhat, run down home where they would be living for the next few months.
"Not bad," Scott finally said. "No offense, or anything, but I sure hope they have some good-looking pussies around here to keep me happy."
"Thanks for the insult," Amanda laughed but then turned serious. "Just remember what we talked about, about staying out of trouble."
"Yeah, yeah. I won't forget it and I know you won't let me, will you?"
"No, I probably won't," she said truthfully.
"I didn't think so," he looked at her with mock anger and turned to get out of the car and began to survey the grounds.
Amanda remained in the ear momentarily to check out her appearance in the rear-view mirror. Not bad, she thought, arranging a few curls of her coppery tresses, not bad at all. Although she was rapidly approaching thirty, the ravishing beauty knew she was a beautiful woman and made most men know it. She readied herself now to turn on the charm with the miners of Beaulea. Easing out of the car, she saw Scott standing in front of the house, looking crisp as ever in his tailored shirt and slacks. He had his hands on his hips, and was scrutinizing the large house before him, and for a moment Amanda felt her heart skip a beat in spite of her occasional dislike of Scott's egocentric personality. There's no question about it, he's a good-looking man. Too damn good-looking.
"Doesn't look like anybody's home," Scott said.
"There's got to be. It's a boarding house and Jassy Newquay's expecting us. Come on."
As they headed up the wide, wooden front stairs of the house, however, the front door was opened by a tall, handsome man in his late twenties, with thick, sandy-colored hair and penetrating coal-black eyes. His muscular body was clad in a red-plaid logging shirt and jeans, but the red-haired woman was quick to notice that the man who came forward with the appealing smile to greet them, though hardly an intellectual type, was exceptionally attractive and exuded a calm maturity that was a refreshing change from the dark surliness of Scott Thorpe.
"Hi," the man said, greeting them warmly. "I'm Dirk Mulligan. Jassy couldn't come out yet, so she asked me to greet you for her."
A few moments later, they sat in the spacious living room, drinking coffee.
"What a beautiful house this is. Do you live here too, Mr. Mulligan? May I call you Dirk?" the vivacious redhead asked sweetly. "Do call me Amanda, it's so much friendlier, don't you think? You have no idea how pleased we are to be staying here. Scott so wanted to learn more about mining and the Beaulea mine in particular. Are you a miner?"
"Yes… yes, as a matter of fact. I am," he replied somewhat awkwardly. He didn't know why it was that every time his eyes made contact with the flame-haired beauty, he felt himself blushing like a schoolboy. "Been working in the mines since I finished high school."
"You must like your work. But your wife must hate it. It's a dangerous job, isn't it?" she replied.
"Yes, it is dangerous, but I don't have to worry about worrying a family. I'm not married."
"What a shame," Amanda smiled, delighted to discover that this handsome miner was single, for the experienced woman found herself growing more and more drawn to the handsome man.
Scott, meanwhile, was lounging in a big easy chair, trying to keep from showing his intense boredom. As far as he was concerned, Dirk Mulligan was a bore, and he would have preferred to be exploring a few discos and picking up a few hot dates back home in the city.
"Awfully big house for this place, I mean town, isn't it?" he inquired finally.
"Oh, it wasn't built by the company," Dirk replied, turning his attention away from the green-eyed female. "It was built by Jassy Newquay's grandfather, he did it himself."
"Jassy?" Scott asked, forgetting what Amanda had told him in the car. "She lives here too, does she?"
"Yes, all her life. In fact I don't know what's keeping her now," the handsome miner replied with a smile. "She usually isn't this late in greeting her new guests."
"Well, it'd be nice to meet her," Scott replied, trying to restrain his intense curiosity about what this Jassy Newquay would look like.
Dirk turned irresistibly back to Amanda, who sat next to him on the large over-stuffed sofa, a vision of sophisticated perfection. Her skin was amazingly clear, almost translucent, and the color of peaches and cream. Dirk found himself unconsciously staring down at the exposed upper part of her softly ballooning tits, and was somewhat startled to realize that she wasn't wearing a stitch of lingerie under the thin silk blouse.
Aware of the handsome man's attention, Amanda languidly crossed her legs, giving him a glimpse of the sleek taper of her limbs. Inwardly she wondered if he would be shocked to discover that she wore no panties beneath her skirt, yet she held back from revealing that much leg to him.
"I suppose we can wait until tomorrow morning before you meet the manager," Dirk, said, struggling to keep the conversation going. "He intended to be here to meet you when you came, but something came up and he won't be able to. He told me to make his apologies. He doesn't like not being able to welcome you himself."
Amanda was about to answer when there came the sudden sound of someone coughing. Turning, she saw Jassy Newquay standing in the doorway to the living room as if making a preplanned entrance.
"Oh, hello, there!" she said in mock surprise. "I didn't realize you all had arrived."
Dirk gulped and almost spilled his coffee down the front of his shirt as he caught sight of the young girl. She was dressed in one of the skimpiest pair of shorts he had ever seen her wear. He wasn't even aware she owned shorts as revealing as that. Her T-shirt was no better. It looked as though it were at least two sizes too small and it outlined her sensuous tits as though it were not even there, and her pale shimmering hair was studiously brushed and shining, hanging just so to her shoulders.
"This is Jassy Newquay," Dirk stammered. He could feel the blood rushing to his ears, and vowed that when he got Jassy alone he was going to turn her over his knee, even if she were his real sister. These two were important people and she knew better than to embarrass herself and the village by showing up in a tiny get-up like that.
Jassy entered the room slowly, her eyes glued to Scott Thorpe's. The disturbed miner saw, as she got closer, that she was wearing mascara and eyeliner. She never usually wore make-up. A far cry from her usual look in blue jeans and overalls.
"Oh, hello," she said again as Scott Thorpe stood up eagerly to shake her hand. His dark eyes glistened with lewd interest and roved almost shamelessly over the scantily dressed girl's appetizing body. "I just came from the garden in the back," she indicated with a toss of her head.
Dirk had never felt so powerless with this headstrong girl. Obviously she was now willing to go to any lengths to annoy him, and it enraged him inwardly to see the way Thorpe's spoiled son was ogling her. God, he was almost undressing her with his eyes. Not that Jassy hadn't invited him to do so! Although he struggled not to show it, Dirk could feel his blood pressure mounting dangerously. Yet somehow he managed to get through the introductions without exploding.
"Do you work in the mine?" Thorpe asked the blonde.
"Oh, yes," Jassy replied eagerly.
Dirk thought resentfully of the fact that Jassy was showing so much interest in the big-shot city slicker when she never even so much as smiled at the local boys.
Meanwhile, Scott Thorpe was struggling not to reveal too much of his obscene reaction to the arrival of the enticing young blonde. There was a steadily mounting pulse of lewd heat burning now in his loins and he couldn't keep his eyes from roving lovingly along the firm contours of the twenty-year olds voluptuous body. Christ, he thought to himself, what a pair of tits she's got! His prick began to lurch hungrily in his trousers and he quickly sat down, not wanting to betray his feelings to anyone else. He could see Amanda smiling knowingly at him, but he didn't care about her. He didn't care about anything but the appetizing vision of the scantily dressed blonde girl. If ever I saw virgin pussy, he mused lewdly, eyeing the tight little 'vee' that nestled between Jassy's firm white thighs, this is it!
Amanda could easily see that Dirk was the protective sort and was reacting with barely concealed anger, and to ease the situation, she decided it was time to act. She placed her hand on the handsome miner's arm and squeezed it, a little bit. Feeling the pressure, Dirk turned to the attractive redhead and was once more caught in her voluptuous spell. There was something about her that seemed to absolutely hypnotize him.
"You have a lovely house here, Jassy," she cooed softly. "You must be very proud."
"Well… uh, yes, yes I am."
"It must be difficult to take care of it all alone."
"Yes, I must admit that sometimes it is. Oh, dear," she covered her pretty mouth with her delicate fingers. "I have completely forgotten my manners. Would any of you like some more coffee?"
"Sure," Dirk replied, now considerably calmed thanks to Amanda's artful charm. "I'd love some."
Turning, the young blonde ambled slowly out of the room, and at that moment, every eye seemed to focus on the prominent, sensually swaying ass cheeks of the unpredictable woman-child. Once more, Dirk felt a throbbing anger rising in his brain, and it was a relief to him when his Jassy finally departed.
It was going to be one hell of a two months if Jassy was going to act like a cock-starved whore.
Jassy didn't go to the kitchen immediately. First she ducked into her room for a few minutes to calm the excitement that had run through her ever since she had seen Scott Thorpe sitting there in her very own living room. She knew she was too old to be feeling such euphoria over meeting the boss' son, so to speak, but she felt like a little girl with her first crush.
"Oh, God," she said aloud, unable to contain herself, "the way he looked at me!"
She threw herself down on the bed and shivered deliciously, nudging the tips of her hugely billowing tits into the mattress until she could feel a warm tingling excitement catching fire in her pussy.
Shit, she had never met a man like him before. Cool, handsome, sophisticated and rich. My god, what more could a woman ask for in a man?
Scott Thorpe was like someone out of one of the romantic novels she was always reading. The kind of man she would never meet in a mining town like Beaulea. The kind of man who would fall in love with her and take her away from all the dirt and dust of the mines to go live happily ever after on his yacht or in his mansion. There was no mistaking that gleam of desire that she'd spotted in his darkly flashing eyes when she made her entrance in the skimpiest clothes she could find. He was definitely interested in her, she could tell that much!
The wildly happy blonde took a deep breath and closed her eyes tight, reliving every moment of the tension-charred meeting that had taken place only moments before. Then she tried to relax herself, for she did have to go back to the living room and bring them their coffee but she had to do something first and she had just enough time! Slowly, she turned over on her back and parted her long, whitely tapering legs just slightly. Then, with the slender fingers that had recently touched Scott Thorpe's hand, she touched the soft down-covered skin of her belly, then moved them slowly toward the top of her microscopic shorts. Jassy's full pink lips quivered in excitement, and she let her tongue make a lazy wet trail across them. Her golden-blonde hair lay in a disheveled froth about her head, as her thoughts centered on the handsome man she had just met.
"Oh, Scott…" she moaned lovingly. "Scott…" It was not the first time she had called a man's name in a romantic fantasy, but this time, the daydreaming girl was able to make herself really feel that the man she was calling was with her, actually able to make herself really feel that Scott was with her, actually in the bedroom. In fact, in her mind it was his hand touching her, not her own delicate fingers. His hand was unzipping the top of her shorts and insinuating itself downward to touch the soft little mound of her virginal pussy, grazing the pale silken hair that covered it.
"Oh, Scott… you shouldn't touch my cunt… we shouldn't," she mewled dreamily, lost completely in her dream-life. Her thighs, already slightly parted, parted a little further. Her heart beat wildly in her chest, and she could feel the blood racing hotly through her veins. Her body quivered as a heated sensation of desire filled her belly, a desire made all the more acute because it had never actually been fulfilled. Oh, how much she wanted a man like Scott, needed him.
Her finger moved slowly down into the tendrils of golden blonde hairs until she reached the tight little cleft of her innocent cunt. There her sensitive pussylips pulsed with a slowly rising wetness as she began to imagine what it would be like the first time she was alone with Scott Thorpe. Her back arched slightly off the bed as her fingers searched downwards into the folds of her softly hidden cunt flesh. With a rapturous sigh of lust, she found the hotly throbbing tip of her clit, and a sharp hot thrill rushed up her spine as the tender wet surface was exposed to the hungry fingering of her cunt. Then, the romantically dreaming blonde began a steady back and forth motion with her outstretched middle finger, rubbing the satiny tissues of her virgin pussy and making them respond with sizzling ripples of pleasure that coursed upward to every part of her slender young body.
"Oh, Scott, darling… darling," she chanted as lurid sensations of erotic hotness churned shamelessly in her cunt. "Oh, how much I want you to fuck me!"
Soon the mounting flashes of desire became almost overwhelming, as she continued to greedily rub her lust-swollen clit, all the while imagining that it was Scott Thorpe who was teasing her blondely furred pussy with his own strong masculine fingers. Irresistible torrents of forbidden pleasure shot through her thrashing limbs, and a wonderfully pleasurable radiance seemed to surround her like a magic cloud. Deep in her heart she knew that what she only imagined, would soon be real, she would make it real, and soon she would be in Scott Thorpe's arms, moaning to him just as she moaned to herself in the seclusion of her bedroom. At that moment, an aching, billowing sensations overwhelmed her and she knew she had reached the apex of self-induced cum.
"Uuuuuuunnnnnnngghhhhhh," she groaned rapturously was the waves of her cum swept over her wildly writhing body, "Uuuuuuummggggggghhhhh! Scott… Scott… Scotttttttttt!"
The young girl lay still for a few minutes gathering her breath and then she rose stiffly from the bed, zipping up her pants at the same time.
She wished it had been Scott Thorpe's cock fucking her instead of her own fingers, but she was going to make sure that someday soon his prick did screw her pussy. She wanted him to like her, maybe even love her, and take her away from this place!
It wasn't that she didn't love Beaulea, she really did, it was just that she felt as though it were swallowing her up, as though life were passing her by. She wanted to get out of the mountains if even just for a little while. She had never had the chance before now, but she might have found it with Scott Thorpe, he might be the ticket she needed to make her getaway. She knew that he liked her, he certainly looked at her as if he did, and she was going to use that for all she could. His girl friend might pose a problem though, but somehow, she didn't think so. Amanda Woods was beautiful and charming, but somehow Jassy didn't think that she loved Scott or he loved her. They had a strange relationship, she could tell that even in the short time she had known them, not at all like two lovers, but more, like some kind of partnership. If Scott made a play for her, Jassy wasn't going to stop him. For some reason she didn't think that Amanda would care, and not only that, but if Scott really loved her in the first place he wouldn't make a pass at another woman, would he? Yep, if the chance came along, she was going to grab it no matter what!
Her only real problem in that respect was going to be Dirk Mulligan. He had appointed himself her guardian the day her father had died, and she had accepted his help and friendship because she had needed it, but she had her own life to live now and she didn't need his help anymore. If she could make him understand that then she would have no more problems. She would go away with Scott when he left and that was that.
The pretty young blonde pulled her T-shirt down over her voluptuous tits and reached for the door knob. The first thing she had to do to make Scott like her was to get him the coffee she promised him, then, she would work on getting him to screw her. She could hardly wait!