When Rhonda ran into her during the next class, she gave Amanda the funniest look.
"What have you been doing?"
"Why?" Amanda was thinking fast. What had Rhonda noticed? Was some of Alan's cum leaking from her enough to cause a smell? Had he changed her in some way so that Rhonda could tell she'd been fucked?
"Oh, you're all flushed and…" Rhonda wrinkled her brow. "I know this is silly, Amanda, but I get the feeling you have just been fucking." Rhonda said suddenly. "Bet you went in the girls' bathroom, right? Using your finger?"
Amanda nodded quickly. "Yes I was. Please don't tell anybody." She'd never admitted anything intimate to her friend before, but this time the lie seemed the only way she could save herself. Rhonda seemed pleased with her admission.
"I do it too. Lots of times. Sometimes even in class." Rhonda tossed her long black hair. "Anybody special got you so worked up that you have to use a finger on your pussy?"
"No. Nobody special."
"I'll bet it's that new guy. The tall one with the bedroom eyes."
"No, Rhonda. I don't really have a boyfriend."
"Well, he was looking at you today. I think he's in your last class."
Amanda winced. Just the mention of her last class made her fearful. Alan would be her teacher, and she knew he'd be watching her, even if he couldn't do anything about it.
During lunch, Amanda could hardly eat. All she could think of was the awful things Alan had done to in. While she remembered, she found herself again. What power did be have to excited all over make her tremble when she thought of his cock?
Her wrists were still red from being tied and her cunt was still swollen. Though Alan had helped her clean up, she was afraid that there was enough of his cum on her to give the secret away. Because she'd learned now that it did have its own special aroma. A smell that had turned her off at first. Now it made her think of when he'd made her take some in her mouth.
Walking outside after leaving the cafeteria, Amanda saw Rhonda waving to her to come over. Rhonda was talking to the new boy, that tall, brown-haired dream with the soft eyes. Amanda wasn't really in the mood. Her mind was a swirling confusion of guilt and vivid images of the pleasure she'd experienced with Alan. But she couldn't avoid them.
Nor could she avoid the invitation to drive around with Tad. Rhonda snuggled up next to him as they left the campus and turned on Main Street. Amanda could tell that her friend was trying to work fast. But Tad kept Amanda in the conversation.
"Wish we didn't have to go back to school," Tad said, turning up the radio. "Too nice a day for that crap." Rhonda's eyes twinkled.
"Yeah. Maybe we should ditch."
Though she could get in trouble, Amanda had been looking for an excuse to avoid Alan. "Why don't we?" Tad saw her a warm smile.
"I could get some beer and we could go to the lake."
"It's still warm enough to swim. Let's go!"
Rhonda was bouncing up and down on the seat.
After stopping at a place Rhonda knew, Tad came out with a paper bag. It was the only one in town where kids could buy beer and the look on the tall boy's face said that he'd been successful. In fifteen minutes they were at the lake.
Rhonda ran around on the beach, showing off her figure while Tad watched with obvious appreciation. But he spent just as much time sneaking glances at Amanda. Amanda wasn't sure why. She felt awkward and shy when compared to her dark-haired friend. Yet Tad was obviously interested.
"Come on," Rhonda called, unbuttoning her blouse. "Let's get wet!" Wearing only her bra and a pair of skimpy red panda, Rhonda waded out into the lake. Tad hesitated, then sat on a rock to pull off his boots. Amanda watched, nervous to be the only spoil-sport.
"Aren't you coming in?" the boy asked.
"I'd feel funny. I don't look all that great without my cloths on anyway."
"I'll bet you look terrific." He skinned his shirt and took off his jeans. Under his skivvies, Amanda could see the lump of his cock. For the first time in her life, she could imagine what it might look like.
Afraid that Tad had seen her looking, she blushed and turned away.
"I think I'll take a walk," she said, going towards the trees that circled the lake.
Amanda walked along a woodland path, enjoying the freedom from school, trying not to think about any of the problems she'd been having. But her mind kept drifting back to Alan, to the camping trip where he'd bound her and done wicked things to her body. She realized now that what he'd done had changed bet. Not just because her cherry had been broken. But in deeper, more important ways. Whereas she'd never been that obsessed with sex before, it was the only thing she could think of now. She was even trying to imagine what Tad's cock looked like. Was it as big as Alan's? Or even bigger?
Back at the water's edge, she couldn't see Rhonda or Tad anymore. Her first thought was that they had sneaked off to be alone. She certainly didn't want to bother them. Yet her curiosity was intense. Maybe she could go sit in the car and play the radio to get her mind off of things.
As she approached the car, Amanda heard Rhonda's sigh, then her husky-throated groan. She realized that the two of them had taken to the back seat of the car, and she knew that it wasn't polite to be peeking. But she took the few more steps to peek carefully through the back window.
Tad had his finger inside Rhonda's cunt. Her panties had been stripped down and her dark cunt curls were plastered down with the sex juice she was leaking. The sound of Tad feeling her up made Amanda tremble. Neither of them saw her. They were far too interested in their hot little game to notice they were being watched.
"I wish you'd suck me," Tad whispered. Rhonda frowned.
"I don't know. It makes me feel funny to touch a guy with my mouth. It did it once just for a second or two."
"Please, Rhonda, please?"
"Do you like me?"
"You know I do."
Rhonda squirmed around in the seat, her eyes scanning the lump that had grown inside Tad's skivvies. Amanda felt like running. But she had to stay as Rhonda stretched the elastic of the boy's shorts out and pulled than down to reveal his prick.
Amanda almost gave a squeal when she saw it. It was bigger than Alan's. The size and color frightened her, and she felt her cunt tighten, squeezing out a flood of sex juice to dampen her panty crotch.
When Rhonda touched Tad's cock and eased his foreskin back to reveal the dark-blue head, Amanda could stand it no longer. She rubbed a hand under her skirt, rubbed the silk of her panties up into her slit.
Tad was trembling, and it seemed to Amanda as if he hadn't been touched much by a member of the opposite sex. As Rhonda sucked in a big breath and stared at the glossy surface of his cockhead, Amanda could recall in detail how Alan's prick had felt sliding along her tongue. While she'd been appalled by him then, the memory set off sparks of pleasure now. This only added to her confusion. Her finger worked under her panty crotch and into the seepy soft flab of her cunt.
"Go ahead," Tad breathed, his eyes bright with anticipation. Rhonda sighed.
"I don't know. I'll try."
As her lips touched him, Tad groaned and began to breathe funny. Rhonda wasn't taking him inside her mouth just yet. She smoothed her plush, spit slickened mouth over his cockhead until he shuddered and stopped breathing altogether. Then she began to flick him with her tongue. Using just the tip of it, she licked the plump head, smearing more spit over the blood taut surface. This seemed to have an incredible effect upon Tad.
He writhed and made growling noises deep in his throat as he worked his hips up and down on the seat. Rhonda grasped his shaft tightly with one hand holding him just behind the swollen knob while she worked her tongue around. She looked as if she was beginning to enjoy herself.
"You're so big," she panted, blinking her dark lashes. Then her pink tongue shot out again and she danced it teasingly over the boy's throbbing pricktip.
"Put it in your mouth!" he gasped. "Let me get used to it first."
"God… that's torture."
"You don't like it?" Rhonda frowned.
"Hey, I love it. I just want more."
"A boy always wants more." Rhonda gave him a crooked grin. "Well, I'll try. But you'd better not do anything naughty in my mouth."
"I promise I won't."
As if to make him keep his promise, Rhonda's long fingers tightened some behind the head of his cock. "You'd better not."
Amanda could hardly stand to watch. Her heart was beating and her breath was weak and rapid. Her finger worked deeper into the juicy heat of her cunt. For the first time in her life, she inserted her own finger into her hole, feeling the way the muscles squeezed down upon it, fingerfucking herself with gentle, exploratory movements.
And Rhonda was exploring Tad's cock with her mouth. The darkened head was completely out of sight now as she smeared lipstick down his shaft. Her lips clasped him tightly as she bobbed her head up and down. The juicy sound of it was enough to make Amanda squirt a drop or two of pee onto her fingers. She'd never imagined that watching Rhonda do this could affect her so much. A week or two ago it would have made, her sick. Now she knew what it was like to have a hot, throbbing cock rubbing back and forth against her tongue.
"Lick me, Rhonda!"
"Mmmhhuuhhh," Rhonda moaned back.
Amanda could tell that she was licking him. Her throat moved and the slurping, sucking sound grew louder. A rivulet of spit dribbled down Rhonda's fingers where she held him. Tad began to pump his hips harder, trying to push more of his prick into her throat.
"Ohhh God, I'm hot," Amanda sighed to herself. She'd stretched her panty crotch completely out of the way, and was working her hips around with a jerking motion. The sound of her own fingers spearing up into the softness of her cunt thrilled her all the more.
"Uhhh!" Tad gasped, his chest rising as he took a breath.
"I'm scared." Rhonda sighed, popping her plush lips free of him.
"I'm scared you won't be able to stop."
"I told you I wouldn't do anything like that." Tad pleaded. He was trembling all over and now that his cocktip was outside Rhonda's mouth, Amanda could see how swollen it had become. It looked like a ripe plum with spit dripping off it. It throbbed in Rhonda's hand as she took another breath and lowered her head.
As Tad's cock was sucked in, he shivered and closed his eyes. Rhonda bobbed her head rapidly, stopping every so often to use her tongue on the tender, swollen head. She was jacking his cockskin too, working him into a frenzy.
Amanda almost felt sorry for the poor guy. He was writhing around like ants were biting him. His muscles strained and she couldn't help but admire his good looks and fine body. For a moment, Amanda imagined her own mouth on Tad's cock but quickly pushed the thought away. It was bad enough just watching. And her clit had swollen up so big and hot!
"Ohhhhh, Rhonda," Tad gasped.
"I hope Amanda doesn't come back and find us doing this."
"Came on, don't stop now. It's really good!"
"Too good. You're gonna get it all over the place. I know how a guy is."
"Aw Jesus, Rhonda, that's not fair. I'm gonna have blue balls for sure."
Amanda didn't have the slightest idea what blue balls were. But she couldn't stop staring through the back window of the car, watching the way poor Tad's cock was pounding. She stumbled away from the car, thankful that they couldn't hear her in the soft sand. She walked down the beach to a big rock and sat down to catch her breath. In just seconds, Rhonda was running up.
"Oh hi, where have you been?"
"Walking around. Where have you been?" Rhonda's eyes sparkled at Amanda's question.
"Playing with Tad. God, he's got a big one."
Amanda blushed, despite the fact that she already knew what her friend had been up to. "You sure work fast," she added, to cover her embarrassment.
"I've just been teasing him a little. I think any boy will appreciate you more if you tease him."
By now Tad had limped out of the car. He'd put his skivvies and jeans on, but the lump of his cock was more than a little obvious. It looked like a big snake crawling down the inside of his pants and Amanda swallowed hard as she noticed that the head was still a swollen lump where Rhonda's mouth had sucked.
Tad kissed her so suddenly, she couldn't resist. His mouth was hot and he tasted like beer, and she found herself liking it, liking it all too much. By the time she could think straight and push him away, his tongue had touched hers and her heart was pounding.
"Don't!"
"I was hoping you weren't as much of a tease as your friend."
"I don't mean to tease. But I wasn't ready for…"
"This?" Tad grabbed her again, his mouth on her neck now. He unbuttoned her blouse before she could stop him. She squirmed around, trying to push him back, begging for him to leave her alone. Then he grabbed her wrist and made her palm brush across the lump in his jeans.
"Noooo!"
"Squeeze it for me, Amanda I'm begging you. My guts ache from what Rhonda did."
"They ache?" Amanda breathed, still resisting, but interested.
"When a guy gets close to coming and then doesn't, it's bad." He gave her a look of pain.
"Hurts?"
Tad laughed. "She wants to know if it hurts."
"I don't know anything about these things," Amanda snapped, indignant. But she hadn't been able to pull her hand free of the cock-warmed denim. Could she be enjoying it, she wondered?
"Just squeeze it a few times. I'm about to got sick, it hurts so bad."
"I don't even know you, and you're asking me to…"
"Please!"
The look of anguish in the young man's eyes we so sincere that Amanda felt bad. She chewed her lip and looked down to here Rhonda still played at the water's edge. Then she took a big breath and tightened her fingers.
"You're the one who really turns me on," Tad said, his hand caressing her shoulder. "Yeah, squeeze it like that." He looked down toward the water and then back at Amanda. "I'm gonna pull my jeans down so you can really squeeze it."
"No, I'm getting out." She reached for the door handle, but Tad grabbed her wrist. His eyes threatened. "Tad, I don't want to do this, I…" Her protests were smothered by a wet kiss. Trying not to enjoy it didn't help. Tad knew how to kiss, and soon her heart was pounding, her skin warm with the flush of excitement. As he kissed her, he worked his cock out of his Levi's and made her curl her fingers around it again.
"I shouldn't be doing this," she gasped, panting against his neck. His hands petted her back and sides and she felt her pussy overflow with juice. When she looked down, her heart picked up speed.
She'd watched Rhonda fooling around with him only moments before. Now her own hot hand was massaging him, milking him. She let her fingers ride slowly up and down his shaft, taking his foreskin along. It covered his tip partway, then exposed it again. He looked glossy down there, and the head of his cock was very dark. Tad bared his teeth, his head limp against the seat.
"Ohhhhh God! Ohhhhh God damn!"
"It's throbbing something awful," Amanda blurted.
She was looking down when the tiny fountain of white bubbled up a few inches into the air. The hot strings of cum dripped down over her clasping fingers. Though she knew she shouldn't like something so messy and sinful, the slick stuff made her thrill. She cursed herself for enjoying it. But she was enjoying it. Each strong spurt of cream made her heart jump. To watch Tad writhe around in the seat was just as exciting. To think that she was doing it, causing it all.
"Ohhhhh, baby! Ohhhhh, Amanda, Amanda, Amanduuhhhhhh!"
Now his cum was really jumping! She panted loudly as she continued to work her long, thin fingers up and down his rigid prick. The messy slickness made her jacking movements slurpy and sexy, and Amanda was reminded of how it had sounded when Rhonda had been fingerfucked. She remembered too how it used sounded when Alan Walker had eaten her pussy and fucked her and done other naughty things.
"You're so hard!" she gasped, forgetting herself. The glistening globs of cream oozed down her wrist as Tad's big balls drew up tightly against the base of his shaft. That cock she held appeared beautiful now. She knew it went against everything she'd been taught, but she couldn't help it. It was beautiful. So big, so fat with blood! So hot against her palm. Again she imagined it sliding into her body, then whimpered and shook her head to get rid of the sinful thought.
"Ohhhhh, don't stop," Tad gasped, another sneak of white leaping a foot into the air. Amanda had been leaning too close. A hot droplet clung against her cheek and she pulled back in shock. But she didn't stop pumping Tad's cock for a second.
It ended almost as quickly as it had begun. Instinctively, Amanda continued to pump his prickshaft, but slowed the rhythm. That swollen tip was as dark as before and just as big too. Except now, the cum wasn't spurting. It just rolled out, oozing down over the smooth tip in little waves. Another surge bubbled up and the tiny slit opened and closed in one last spasm of excitement.
Tad gave Amanda the softest, sweetest look she'd ever had from a boy in her life. She couldn't help but melt a little.
"I'd better find something to clean up with," she said, lowering her lashes.
"Hey, Amanda, thanks. I really needed it, and you weren't afraid."
"You shouldn't thank me. Rhonda's the one who got you excited."
"But she's bullshit. You're the one."
"You said that before. I'm not sure I should believe you."
"Listen, I've got ta see you again. I promise I'll be a good boy when we go out."
"Tad, I…"
It was a scream from Rhonda that made them both look up. She was running towards the car, waving her arms. Then Amanda saw the reason for her excitement. A car was circling the lake road, coming directly towards them. It was Alan Walker's car!
"Oh Christ!" Tad said, jerking at his Levi's, trying to cover his cummy, wilting cock. The car braked to a stop and Alan was out. His face looked angry and he was running. Amanda got out of the car before she knew what she was doing. She started walking backwards, then turned to run. By now Alan had already ordered Rhonda and Tad to stay where they were. Amanda heard his accusations and threats of trouble with the principal. Alan caught her fifty yards down the beach. In her fright, Amanda hadn't thought to wipe the hot cum from her hands. When Alan grabbed her, he made a face and then spun her around.
"You filthy little bitch! Been playing games out here, have you? Couldn't wait for me to take care of you. I knew you were a nymphomaniac when I first laid eyes on you."
She was crying now, ashamed and shocked that Alan had caught her skipping school. But more ashamed that he'd caught ha with cummy hands. They were back where Tad was parked now. Tad and Rhonda were standing there, looking very nervous. Tad glowered when Alan ordered them both back to the school grounds.
"I'll bring Amanda back to school myself. You three should know better. I'll have to think about what kind of punishment you'll get."
Tad almost said something, but didn't. Amanda was relieved he held his peace. He looked mad, and with Alan mad too, it would only make matters worse. Tad drove off with Rhonda though, her heart fell. She was all alone with Alan now, and when he slapped her face and pushed her against his car, she began to sob louder than ever.
"So what have you been doing? How did you get that cum all over your hands?"
"It… it was an accident."
"Like hell. What did Tad do to you? Eat your pussy? Did he fuck you?"
"No! I swear it, no!"
Alan slapped her again. Then his mouth curled into a wicked grin. He reached into his pocket, and she saw the leather thongs that had bound her wrists before. When his hand come forward she pulled back. But he had her trapped against the car.
"Now I'm going to teach you a lesson," he growled. Amanda, weakened with fear, went to her knees in the sand.