Amanda tried sleeping like that, her fingers pressing, but not rubbing her cunt. It was against everything she'd been taught to even consider exciting herself, though she had heard of such things. She imagined that girls did to themselves what Jimmy had done to Rhonda. That was daring enough. To imagine how it had felt to Rhonda to have that boy's finger sliding in and out of her body was mind-boggling.
A girl was supposed to let her husband take care of such details. And Amanda didn't think she'd be married for quite some time. After all, she was just a kid.
Turning onto her side, then to her back, she tried to drift off. But the day's activities had excited and puzzled her. She wasn't the least bit sleepy. When she heard someone walking around outside and saw the beam of a flashlight touch their tent, she shut her eyes anyway.
"Rhonda?" It was Jimmy, kneeling just inside the flap door of the tent. He touched Rhonda's sleeping bag and Amanda heard her friend stir, "Rhonda, wake up," the boy whispered.
"Jimmy, you shouldn't be here."
"Can't sleep," was his reply. Amanda faked a snore. She was curious to see what Jim wanted at this time of night. He moved forward on hands and knees, the flashlight turned off now. Rhonda made room for him on her side of the tent, scolding him all the while for taking such a chance.
"If Mr. Walker found out you were in here…"
"He won't." There was a rustling as Jim kissed her, then took her hand and pulled it down his stomach.
"I don't think I should do this," Rhonda hissed in the darkness… The moon slid out from under the clouds that and the material of the tent let some of the light through. Amanda held her breath as she saw that Jim had already worked his jeans down in the dimness, she could make out the dark shape of his cock. She remembered to keep on snoring, taking quick looks whenever she got the chance.
"Ohhhh wow, that feels good," Jim panted, the noise louder.
"It makes me nervous. God, you're hard!"
"I was hard like this during the whole trip. Playing with you always makes me…"
"Shhhh. You'll wake Amanda up. Just lie there and be still."
"That's not easy."
"Well try. Is this how you like it?"
Amanda could hear the steady slap, slap of Rhonda's curled fingers as they rose and fell. Now she could see what her friend was doing. She was firmly grasping Jim's rigid cock, sliding the skin up and down his shaft. Whenever Rhonda's fingers came up against the flared part of his tip, the boy gasped. Amanda was able to see more dearly how he was put together as he turned partly on one aide. He was breathing fast and hard.
"You're shaking like a leaf." Rhonda whispered.
"Ohhh, Rhonda, that's the nicest thing in the world."
"You'd better get me a handkerchief. I don't want this yucky stuff all over my sleeping bag."
"Uhhh, uhhhhhhhh!" was Jim's only reply.
"Aren't you going to give me that hanky?" Rhonda asked.
"Why don't you let me make love…"
"Shhh. If you keep carrying on like that, Amanda is sure to hear."
"Aw come on, Rhonda. We've been talking about it for a long time."
"I'm not sure I want to." Her fingers moved slower now as she frowned, thinking.
"Why not? You know it'd feel good."
"But you don't even have anything to use. And you know what can happen."
"It's not all that easy to get a girl pregnant," he argued, still writhing as Rhonda's fingers squeezed just behind the head of his cock.
"Like hell! That's what a guy always says. He doesn't have to worry."
"Ohhhhh wow, Rhonda! Ohhhhh God!"
"Where's that damned hanky?"
Amanda took all of this in, her heart beating faster than ever now. It wasn't easy to keep her little act going, but she knew if she stopped making snaring noises, the two of them would stop. Turning slightly, she was able to see Jim's cock more clearly than ever. It was well over six-inches long and the head was dark and very swollen. Like a knob of stretched flesh. Rhonda's long, white fingers made a sexy contrast as they moved rapidly up and down. And Jim's eyes had become glazed, his mouth hanging open. Amanda realized she was about to witness a male climax for the very first time in her life.
Rhonda snatched a scarf from where she'd piled her clothing. Jim was starting to moan deep in his throat now and his legs kicked weakly up and down as the black-haired beauty's hand continued to rise and fall on his throbbing cock. Holding the scarf near, Rhonda leaned on one elbow, her eyes wide with excitement as she watched Jim's squirming pleasure.
"Now," he panted, hips thrusting wildly. "God damn it, now!"
Instead of hurrying the poor boy into his ecstasy, Rhonda slowed her pumping fingers. Amanda had forgotten to keep snoring, but didn't think it mattered – Jim was making so much noise as he kicked at Rhonda's sleeping bag and clawed at her arm.
The head of his cock looked like a fat mushroom. It swelled bigger before Amanda's nervous gaze. Then Rhonda's fingers slipped down almost to Jim's balls, jerked quickly upwards again. She repeated this movement once every second. Amanda was counting to herself. Then the dark blue cockhead exploded. Or it seemed to. White foam boiled out of the little slit at the tip. A streak of white lurched into the air then, splatting down wetly onto the scarf Rhonda held open. But some of it hung across her wrist, and Rhonda cursed as she tried to catch the next spurt. Jim growled and thrashed, his hips lurching as if he wanted to fuck the squeezing circle of Rhonda's fingers.
"Ohhh be careful, Jimmy! You're getting it all over the place!"
Amanda was trembling now. She'd tried not to let all this affect her too much, but it had. It was as if a door had been closed all her life, and now someone had broken it open. The smells, the moans, the frenzied jerking of Rhonda's fingers were deep, dark secrets she could hardly deal with. Amanda was panting by now, and it wasn't easy to hide her excitement. But she had to keep pretending she was asleep. She couldn't let Rhonda or Jim think she was eavesdropping on their hot little scene.
"Uhhh, uhhhhh, God damn, Rhonda!" Jim's cum was still spurting out, but Amanda saw it wasn't leaping quite so high into the air now, but what a mess it had made. The glistening white strings hung from Rhonda's thin wrist and clung between her fingers. The slick, slurpy sound of her hand sliding up and down the creamy coating of Jim's cock made Amanda shiver inside her sleeping bag. It was a sound like no other. The sound of sex! She remembered vividly how Jim's finger sounded when he'd pushed it in and out of Rhonda's tight cunt hole. This sound was similar and just as sexy.
"Oh, you did make a mess!" Rhonda whined, wiping her hand on Jimmy's t-shirt as he breathed hard to catch his breath. He'd stopped squirming altogether now but Amanda could still see his cock. A last, heavy droplet oozed from the small slit at the tip and dribbled down the length of his shaft. Amanda felt weak and dizzy. Just to look at that thing, to realize that it was shaped like that for one reason only.
"Ohhh," she breathed, closing her eyes tight. But she could still see that thing. And when she saw it, she remembered Rhonda's hole, remembered Jimmy's finger sliding in and out. Then she'd think of his cock going between her best-friend's thighs, finding that soft, slippery place and suddenly thrusting. It was almost too much to bear. She rolled over, turning her back to them. Rhonda shushed Jim, and for a second or two they were motionless. Then Rhonda sighed.
"It's okay, she's still asleep."
"I really don't give a damn," Jim moaned, rolling over.
"You'd better get out of here. If Mr. Walker…"
"He's probably dorking his wife right now," Jim said back.
"I wish you wouldn't talk like that. Can't you be more romantic?"
"Aw hell, I didn't mean anything."
After some squirming around, Amanda knew that Jimmy had gone back to his own tent. She heard Rhonda clean things up and then lie back again. Amanda wasn't very sleepy now that she'd heard all the commotion. And her mind was a confusing turmoil of unanswered questions. At last she pretended to wake up a little, turning to Rhonda in the half-dark tent.
"You still awake?"
"Yeah," Rhonda told her. The sharp aroma of cum still filled the tent. Amanda wrinkled her nose without thinking, and Rhonda noticed. "Smells pretty wild, doesn't it?"
"Yes." Amanda avoided her friend's look. But she was sure Rhonda could read her thoughts. She went ahead with what was on her mind. "Was Jimmy in here just now?"
"You weren't asleep at all, were you?"
"I couldn't. You two were making so much noise."
"Then you knew what was going on?" Rhonda bit her bottom lip slowly, as if tasting it. Amanda nodded slowly, dropping her blond lashes.
"I watched. I'm sorry Rhonda, but…"
"Oh hell, I don't care. Just so you don't spread it around." There was a long moment of embarrassed silence. Amanda was the first to speak.
"It's hard, isn't it? Jim's cock, I mean."
Rhonda thought this funny. "Not all the time. But when it gets hard, it sure as hell won't bend much."
"Is that so it can…" Amanda swallowed hard.
"You guessed it." Rhonda trembled, as if remembering some erotic thrill she'd experienced in the past. "So nice and hard!"
"Rhonda, I've got to ask this. You're not a virgin any more, are you?"
"No, Amanda. I meant to tell you about it, but somehow never got around to bringing it up. Anyway, it wasn't anybody you know."
"Please tell me, please!" Amanda was ashamed of being so obvious. But her mound felt fat with blood and her juices were making her panties very wet and clingy. She squirmed a little in the soft caresses of her sleeping bag, opening and closing her thighs as she worked her trim ass up and down. It felt nice to rub her cunt down against the ground like that.
"You know Tricia Wilcox. Well, her brother…"
"Sammy! You mean you did it with Sammy Wilcox?"
"Shhh." Rhonda frowned. "I don't want everybody in the camp to know about it."
"I guess I assumed you'd done it with Jim."
"Oh hell no. He'd have it all over school in no time. He's got to appreciate me first."
"You've only gone all the way with Sammy Wilcox?"
"And just once, too." Rhonda let out a breath. "I was babysitting at the Johnson place and he dropped in to visit." Rhonda's eyes sparkled. "And the baby was asleep. We watched television, and I wasn't all that interested when he tried to put his arm around my shoulders. He is so young."
"But it happened anyway?"
"Weird, huh? I don't know what came over me. The next thing I knew, he was kind of wrestling me around and I felt him slide my panty crotch over to the side. I thought it was his finger at first, then it hurt and he was kissing me and rubbing like crazy and…" Rhonda sighed again.
Amanda's eyes widened. "You weren't afraid of getting pregnant?"
"Hell, I didn't even know what had happened. All of a sudden it got so itchy and nice down there and I couldn't stop wiggling around. I came, and Sammy came too, and then I started crying. He got embarrassed and left."
Amanda pressed her lips together. "I'll never let anybody do that to me!"
"That's easy to say. But when you get to rubbing around and kissing and feeling and all that, it's not so easy to turn off the juice."
"Well, I sure could make a guy stop. I'm not going to have my name whispered around all over school."
"Sammy promised he would never say a word." Rhonda blinked rapidly. "Of course I had to promise him that we could do it again sometime."
"You promised him that?"
"I had to Amanda. I just had to…"
Amanda rolled over, still too excited to go back to sleep. She even began to wonder what Alan Walker was doing to his wife in their tent. She recalled how he'd looked at her that day, and, though it could only be called an innocent interest at most, Amanda had been deeply affected by his touch all the same. She'd never thought of herself as a great beauty, or even as a person who might interest the opposite sex. Yet the looks Alan had given her had been more than teacherly.
"I'm being silly," she admonished herself. "I'm letting my imagination run away with me." But it still took her a long time to get to sleep.
The following morning everyone ate a hearty breakfast. A hike was planned, and Mr. Walker was busy making sure everybody had the proper items in their packs and plenty of water. Again, Amanda was aware of the man's attention. He helped her adjust the straps on her pack. Even Rhonda noticed, and gave a wink which Amanda pretended not to notice. Amanda had her long blond hair in braids, a red flannel shirt stuffed into cut-off jeans and bright red knee-socks to go with her spiffy hiking boots. Seeing her reflection in the side mirror of the station wagon, she was pleasantly surprised by her leggy, lithe appearance. But the loose shirt didn't do anything for her bust, what little she had. Lucky Rhonda wore something tight to accentuate her large, firm tits. Three of the guys were fooling around by her, much to Jimmy's distaste.
As they started off through the woods, Mr. Walker dropped back to Amanda's side. They talked as they walked, and Amanda learned what Alan had planned. At a fork in the trail, the party split into two separate teams. Amanda was with Alan's bunch, of course, while Rhonda and Jimmy went with Mrs. Walker. They were all to meet before sundown near the top of the mountain. There, they would spend the night near the ruins of a mining camp, or so Alan said.
Now there were just the three of them – Mr. Walker, Amanda and Evan, the shyest boy on the trip. The other three boys, Rhonda and Alan Walker's wife had taken the high trail. When Amanda realized that one of her boots was beginning to rub, she slowed down. Alan got her to admit that she was having trouble, then went up ahead to stop Evan. Amanda sat on a rock, untying the bothersome boat. She could see Alan saying something to Evan, and then the boy tightened his pack and moved on up the trail. Mr. Walker came back to help her slide the boot off.
"I told Evan to go ahead. We can catch up with him later."
"If I just loosen it a bit, maybe that will make it better."
"Let's have a look at it first," Alan insisted. Amanda felt odd as the handsome teacher slipped her sock off. Her foot was hot and damp, and the way he touched it made her shiver. She'd always thought her feet too long. Alan looked at each toe adoringly.
"I'll put a little tape on your toe. That should do it."
But that didn't quite do it at all. Because when Alan finished taping her, he bent his head down suddenly to kiss her ankle. Kicking instinctively, Amanda struggled to get free of his grasp. Alan just laughed and grabbed her thin wrists.
"You pretty little minx," he growled, "I've been watching you for a long time. Being alone with you is too good an opportunity to pass up."
"Mr. Walker! Please let me get up!" Amanda watched with excited shock as he kissed her ankle again, his tongue caressing her fine, white skin. "What would your wife think if…"
"Are you going to tell her?"
"But Evan…"
"He's gone. He'll wait somewhere ahead." Alan was breathing hard now, his eyes ravishing her, his hands tracking the long, willowy shape of her leg. Twisting suddenly, Amanda broke free. She stumbled off the path, one boot on, one boot off. She didn't get far. She bumped a tree, then another one. Behind her she could hear Alan following, dragging their gear along with him. At last she tripped on a root and went down in a clear patch of wild grass and flowers. She was up on her hands and knees when she felt Alan hug her small waist from behind. Then his mouth was wet against the nape of her neck as he caressed her belly with a hot, trembling hand.
"You don't realize how much I've worshipped you," he said, his voice husky. "Watching you in class, dreaming of having you alone in the woods. And now, that dream has came true."
"No! Mr. Walker, you've got to stop this!"
But Alan had rolled her onto her back and was pressing his thighs against her own, nuzzling the sweaty dampness of her neck. Thrashing, whimpering helplessly, Amanda strained against the big man's assault. She closed her thighs tight and tried to keep them that way. Alan didn't force her to open them. What he did was to start kissing her neck. The shivery thrills weakened her until all she could hear was the rustling of their bodies in the grass and her own labored breathing. He kissed his way to her mouth. Though she wouldn't give in, the wet press of his lips against her was too powerful to ignore. A hand slid up between her thighs, pressed against the crotch of her cut-offs.
"Ohhhh, ohhhhhh stop!"
Alan undid the front of her shirt. Amanda was embarrassed that he'd discovered she wore no bra. But her tits weren't really big enough to need support. The look in Alan's eyes said that they were plenty big enough, though. He groaned with lust and his open mouth dropped to one as Amanda bucked with futility against the bent grass.
"Don't! Ohhhhh don't do th-th-that!" The soft slurp of his tongue made her hips jerk. Her mind cartwheeled as she felt her nipple harden upwards, thickening, stiffening against Alan Walker's flicking tongue.
"God… Ohhhhhh God!" Nobody had ever in her whole life done that! She had hardly touched her own tits either, and now with a hot, wet mouth surrounding one of her tender swells of flesh, she writhed. Tingling jolts of pleasure went down her belly and into the depths of her slit. Alan seemed to be trying to suck her poor little tit right down his throat.
Thrashing around in the grass had made Amanda feel weaker. But she still tried to pull at Alan's hair, tried to beat him away from her. One blow glanced off his cheeks and she heard him curse.
"Okay, you little wildcat, let's try it this way then." He rolled her onto her stomach and pulled her wrists behind her. A leather thong was quickly wrapped around them and cinched tight. A sense of helplessness went through Amanda's body. When Alan pushed her over again, there was a new look in his eyes. His trembling fingers undid her cut-offs and began jerking them down.
"Have you lost your mind?" she squealed, trying to kick at him. But he managed to fight her down enough to strip the faded denim away from her panties. Alan stared at the flimsy bit of nylon that covered her virgin cunt. He was breathing harder than ever and his manner made Amanda swallow nervously.
"You'd better let me up now," she whispered. He was untying her other biking boot, caressing the naked sole of her foot as he slowly stripped her sock down. She let him do that, hoping he'd be satisfied. In her heart she knew better. He wanted more. He wanted much more. His hands went to her hips then, and he ran his finger down towards her pussy.
Again, she was wiggling violently, trying to keep her body away from him. It was useless. Alan's fingers curved under her mound and he pressed upwards, forcing the thin satin between her swollen lips. The friction was intense as he rubbed her cunt right through her panties. Her hips lurched one way and then the other as she tried to shut out the breathtaking pleasure Alan's fingers were giving her. It was the kind of pleasure she couldn't compare with anything else that had ever happened to her. An itchy, tickling kind of pleasure that made her breath come in hot little puffs, and made her eyes roll in her head.
"Nhhhaaaahh!" she gasped, struggling to pull her hands free. But they were firmly tied behind her and now that Alan had pushed her shirt open, he began to kiss his way down her belly.
"Lovely little bitch," he growled, tonguing her navel. Amanda's braids tangled in the grass. The sun cast dappled patterns across her white flesh as Alan continued to suck at her navel and then moved lower.
"Noooo!" she whimpered, trying to pull a foot back to kick him. It was no use. He pushed her knees apart and pressed his mouth tightly against the crotchband of her panties. In just seconds, he was licking his way under that narrow band of nylon! Amanda struggled with what little strength she had left. But the next thing she felt made her stiffen, her back arching up from the ground.
Alan's tongue slid wetly down the place where her plump, blond-fringed cunt was seeping juice. When he licked back up again, the delicate flesh parted. Amanda's heels dug into the grass and she made a choking sound deep in her throat. She had lifted her ass up from the ground now, so great was the tension inside her.
Alan dug his fingers into the meat of her ass and probed gingerly with his tongue. Her outer lips had let him enter and now he was softly petting her inner folds apart.
"Ghhhaaaaaahh," Amanda babbled, eyes out of focus as the thrills scorched her body. Her ass thumped weakly into the grass again as Alan traced the line of her slit, following it upward toward her clit.
The very thought of a man puffing his mouth against her cunt was mind-blowing enough. But the fact that this man, this Alan, was a trusted member of the community, one of her teachers, was the most shocking thing of all.
Her naked thighs quivered as she tried to bring them down off Alan's shoulders. He stopped her, keeping his arms hooked over her legs, pushing her knees back slowly until they were pressed against her body. Then he gave her a crazy look and burrowed his open mouth into the soft pink flesh of her young cunt.
Writhing as much from the pleasure as from her desire to escape, Amanda gasped, her head flopping from side to side. He had to be drunk or crazy or something. But she knew he was none of these. At least he hadn't been just a few moments before he'd jumped on her. Had the sight of her bare foot sparked all this craziness? She was so confused. And the throbbing tickle was growing more intense between the plump halves of her mound.
"Ohhh, ohhhhh stop it, stop it, stop it!"
"You don't really want me to stop. No girl would."
"I do! This is awful, it's…"
"Fun. Came on, Amanda, I know you're pretty straight-laced. Hell, I was too when I first started teaching all you sweet young things. But year after year I watched and wished and finally I couldn't take it any longer."
Twisting to her side, Amanda whined when Alan jerked her back. Then he began to lick her again, using the tip of his tongue to delve deeply between the feverish folds of her pussy. That little bump of hers, her clit, was so sensitive. Oh why did he have to lick it like that? He was making her tremble all over. She couldn't think straight, couldn't find the strength to resist any longer.
"That's a girl. Just relax and enjoy it. That's a girl." He continued to suck on her throbbing clit, his hands following the curve of her waist, cupping her bottom.
Amanda realized that something very strange was happening to her. She tinged all over and her breathing was wild and uncontrolled. The pleasurable feeling wasn't just nice anymore. It was ravishinglyly fantastic. It was a pleasure that was largely new to her, though she'd had inklings of it while taking a bath once, while rubbing soap slickened fingers up and down her cunt to clean it.
What Alan was doing to her was far more exciting, though. But she couldn't let herself really enjoy it. She was too ashamed and shocked by her teacher's animal-like behavior. She didn't want to admit that she was a part of it all. She just wanted to make him stop so she could go on being a shy, teenage girl on a camping trip. The very thought of Alan's open mouth sliding over her young, firm pussy was enough to make her feel faint. But the throbbing was growing hotter, more enjoyable with each passing second.
"Uhhh, uhhhhh," Amanda groaned, her hips plunging suddenly as she felt Alan use the point of his tongue to divide the full length of her slit. It felt so soft, yet so firm and hot! Oh, why couldn't she just shut all that off? What was he trying to prove?
"Mmmmmm, sweet girl…" he breathed, making a suction now, pulling her dainty, swollen clit between his teeth.
He began to chew her pussy, gingerly pinching her plump lips, lapping hungrily at the darker, redder flesh inside. Then the tickling madness seemed to explode and Amanda knew that it was too late to control herself. She was going over the edge. Though she'd never been there before, she knew what it was. She was coming! The pleasure raced up and down her thighs. Her belly trembled and she sucked it in under her ribs. Her toes fanned out and the soles of her feet seemed to burn and itch. But the burning tickle was the strongest between the lips of her cunt!
"Ohhhhh! Ohhhhhhh no!"
"Mmmmmm," Alan moaned, digging his fingers into the muscles of her ass as he smeared his mouth back and forth across her pulsing cunt.
Despite her intention not to cooperate, Amanda was lost now. Her trim young ass began to work slowly against the warmth of Alan's palms. She bit her lip and cursed herself for what she was doing, but she still couldn't stop. Her hips rocked from side to side, then plunged upwards, her breath coming out of her lungs in a long, weak sigh.
Alan was enjoying this. She knew he was happy to see her respond, and that made her want to stop all the more. But again her ass did a trembling little dance in the big mans hands. She felt her muscles tighten against his touch, felt him squeeze each perfect cheek as he raked his mouth up and down her buttery pussy. The sound of him eating her was incredibly erotic. Amanda had always been carefully taught that anything erotic was, by definition, bad.
"Uhhhh, ohhhh my God! Ohhhhhhh, stop it now!"
To her surprise, Alan stopped. His mouth was still gently pressing against her fevered cuntflesh, but he wasn't licking, wasn't rubbing her. Again Amanda felt her ass tighten against his hands.
Then she plunged it up and down, her knees falling apart as the power of her instincts sought to scratch the maddening itch that was eating her alive.
"Nhhhuuhhh," she babbled, eyes pinched closed, braids flopping as she tossed her head against the grassy pound. "Nhhhaaaaah!"
"Want more?"
"No!" she hissed, biting her lip harder, tasting the blood now. "Never!"
"Are you sure?" Alan pushed his tongue against her clit. Amanda was suddenly shivering, her belly hard and tight, her hips jerking. She couldn't help herself! With the soft-hard probe of his tongue touching her like that, she began to hunch her hips, rubbing herself again the firm warmth.
"God help me." Amanda pulled at her bound wrists and the tension only seemed to excite her all the more. Weakly she tried again to kick out at her attacker. Alan just laughed and hooked his shoulders under her knees again, forcing her back until her cunt flowered its secrets to his mouth. Again, he was licking, sucking, devouring her a little at slime.
"Ohhhh, ohhhhhhh it's happening! Ohhhh I hate you!"
The burning tingle was a glorious explosion now. Amanda felt it coming on with excruciating slowness. She could almost count the pulsing throbs, count the beats of her heart. She was all bottled up one moment and then the burst of convulsive thrills made her cunt tighten and she squealed loudly and worked her slim hips as if her life depended upon it.
"Nhhaaa, nhhhaaaa, ohhhhh…"
The sound of Alan licking her was very wet and loud now. He seemed intent on her pleasure, on humiliating and shaming her. He held her prancing ass firmly in his hands, squeezing one cheek, then the other, his fingers edging up against her asshole as she spasmed with frenzied ecstasy.
How long would it last? The pleasure still flowed through her loins, through her belly and thighs. Her cunt ached with it. Her back was arched up from the ground, then hunched down again. Her small tits heaved up and down as she fought to get more air. Her fingers dug against her palm as she tried to get the thongs loose enough for her to slip free.
But it was the fire between her thighs that swamped the other things in her mind. All she could do was move with the fiery flow. She could only let her body move as it needed to move. She could no more stop than she could keep from pulling her finger away from a hot skillet.
"Good girl, that's a girl, that's a baby!" Alan seemed overjoyed at her delirious display. He caressed her thighs now, using his thumbs to gouge against her delicate white skin.
And all the while his mouth never stopped devouring her. It was awful. It was wonderful, but too wonderful Amanda to admit. She didn't trust words like wonderful. And pleasure was something that weak persons used to manipulate others. Pleasure was something that took a person's mind away from the really important things in her life. Her father had told her that.
"Ohhhh stop! Haven't you done enough?"
But even as she spoke these words, her hips were still writhing, plunging, pressing upward as she rubbed her smoldering cuntflesh against Alan Walker's hot mouth.