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AMY AND I (gg, 1st time, oral, sub)
By Typoman
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Larry Sanderson
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My stories contain graphic descriptions of sexual encounters.
Various ages from adult to children may be described in sexual acts, either
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A word about fantasy: My stories are just that, a FANTASY! They might contain
a thread of an old childhood memory, or just be the brainchild of my fertile
imagination.
If you like to read stories like mine then more power to you! However, if
you find yourself seriously contemplating abusing an innocent minor, then
go seek help. Our children are our future. Don't start (or continue) the
cycle of sexual abuse. Enough said, on with the tale.
Hi. My name is Patty Morgan.
My husband and I have been a visiting the ASSTR web site for about a year
now and we both have really enjoyed reading the stories that are there. When
Jack (my husband) read about the Sapphic Erotica Festival that is being held,
he talked me into writing about something that happened between me and a
friend of mine back when we were in the sixth grade.
Amy and I were almost complete opposites. She was beautiful and popular while
I was shy and plain looking. I had three older brothers while she was an
only child. Her parents doted on her and gave her just about everything that
she asked for. Her family had money and mine didn't have two extra times
to rub together.
Amy was used to getting her way. She was a smart girl, smart enough to know
how to control a situation without being a bitch. I've lived forty some odd
years now and life has kicked me in the teeth until I finally learned the
lessons that it was trying to teach me. One of the lessons was all about
self-esteem, predators and prey.
I bet you think that this story is about predators and prey. Well you're
right, but only in the base sense. The two of us were only twelve (me) and
thirteen (her) at the time and Amy was only a bitch when she had to be. She
never had to become a bitch with me because I had seen her in action with
other girls and back then I crumbled at the first sign of conflict. Yes,
I was glad to be on the right side of Amy and I was thrilled she allowed
me to be her friend. I could go into a lot more detail about the how's and
why's of our relationship, but I'm sure that you can figure it out for yourselves.
I guess it's time to get on with the story.
After about a month or so after we became friends, Amy invited me over to
her house to go swimming and stay the night. Amy and her Mother even came
to pick me up in their Mercedes.
It was the first time that I had ever seen how rich people lived. Everything
about their house was enormous! They even had a double set of doors at the
entrance. After I made it past their impressive entrance, the first thing
that caught my attention was the size of the inside. I quickly figured out
that I could fit my entire apartment inside their living room.
Amy grabbed my hand and dragged me upstairs to her bedroom to change into
our swimsuits. Being the only girl in my family I a bit nervous when Amy
stripped her clothes off right in front of me. I followed her lead but turned
around when it came time to take my panties off. I was trying to shimmy into
my old two-year-old swimsuit when she stopped me.
"Oh no you don't!" Amy said to my back. "You're not gonna have to wear that
ugly old thing around here Patty. I'll let you wear one of my suits!"
I turned around and found myself staring at Amy's backside while she rummaged
through her dresser for her other suit. A second or two after she turned
around I averted my eyes. I was embarrassed that she had caught me staring
at her.
"What's the matter Patty? Does seeing me in my birthday suit make you embarrassed?"
"NO!" I replied as positively as I could under the circumstances.
"Good!" Amy replied. Now take that ratty old thing off and try this on. It's
a little small on me but I bet it'll fit you like a glove."
Amy stood there waiting for me to obey. It was bad enough that she had real
boobies compared to my barely noticeable ones. I had managed to at least
pull my suit up over my hips, and now I was going to have to let her see
that I had almost no hair down there too. I knew that I was trapped. I didn't
dare turn my back to her because that would be a dead give away that I had
lied about being embarrassed. I averted my eyes then pulled my old suit down
then stepped out of them.
I stood there with my eyes cast down and waited for what seemed like an eternity.
My hands wanted to cover my nakedness, but I held them at my sides.
Amy asked, "You do like boys don't you?"
I jerked my head up. "Of course!"
We looked at each other for a moment then Amy let out a laugh. "Good! Cause
that would creep me all the way out if I thought that a Lesbo was looking
at me!"
"Me too!" I answered back with the sincere conviction of innocent youth.
Amy sat on her bed and handed me the suit. It was a tiny little thing, especially
for the times. The color was jet black with pink trim around the edges. I
had always been skinny and the suit was almost too large for me to wear.
The top fit okay, but I thought it scandalously brief. The bottoms however
certainly weren't snug enough to stay up while diving and the crotch was
dangly. When I pulled them up enough for the crotch to be snug, the waistband
was above my hips and got looser.
I could feel Amy's eyes on me but to tell you the truth I couldn't bring
myself to even risk a furtive glance at her face.
Wow! Something just dawned on me. I just had a recollection of a nice lengthy
visual of Amy's crotch. Hmmmmm. Betcha Freud would have something to say
about that Huh? There I was, too afraid to look to see Amy was guilty of
taking in my most private places and all the while my own eyes were getting
one hell of a lot better education of my friend's anatomy as she sat on her
bed. Amy didn't have a lot of pubes on her folds. Most of her hair was centered
right at the top. It was thin and wispy, but definitely dense enough to tell
she had a patch. I hadn't really seen a lot of other girl's pussies with
hair before then.
The main thing that I had been worrying over back then was that I would be
the only girl without pubes in Phys ED shower room. Seventh graders took
showers with other girls and I had imagined myself as the laughing stock
of the whole school. Hairless Patty! Kinda has a ring to it don't you think?
I learned later that there was plenty of sparse foliage in the Phys ED shower
room. During the summer my scantly haired pussy had filled in a little more.
My almost non-existent, teeny little titties had sprouted out enough to be
noticeable in a tee shirt.
Sorry to get off the track. There's so much that I'd like to explain but
I think people might find it boring. The language that I normally use is
quite a bit different than what's in this story. I'm trying to get across
to you the way that I was back than. You won't see me using words like "pink
telephone" or "cunt" because I wouldn't have used them back then. I'm also
trying to relay to you my attitude, the way that I viewed the world back
then. The world of a shy little twelve year old girl.
Back to the story.
Hmmm... Yeah, my memory may be playing tricks on me, but I also remember
seeing Amy's legs open just a bit while I was looking. Her movement was casual
enough for me to only notice. No....... I remember now. I did think for a
moment that Amy opened her legs just to give me a better view of her privates.
It was about a second after she spread her legs that the visual part ends.
I turned my gaze away from her it embarrassed me. It's kind of strange how
the memory comes back when one writes about it.
Well I put the bikini on and tried to adjust the bottoms. Amy decided that
I looked great so that was that. Amy had got up from her bed to help me fiddle
with the suit. I sat on the bed or maybe Amy sat me down. Yeah that's what
she did. Amy took me by the arms and sat me down. I tried to dismiss the
thought that my friend was showing off for me. I remember the little twinge,
the tiny pleasure pulse that emanated from my middle. Amy wanted me to look
at her body while she dressed and that's exactly what I did. I wasn't comfortable
about just staring, but doing it certainly pleased her. You know how a bubbly
girl can get just a tad more bubbly when she's enjoying herself? That's how
I remember it anyway. When Amy bent down to pull up her bottoms I envied
her cleavage. I envied the way that her long brown hair fell forward and
it made me loathe my own pixie cut.
Can envy be somehow thought of as lust? It certainly gets both me and my
husband hot when I recall this tale. Am I really a closet lesbian? Naw, Jack
is a consummate lover, both orally and physically. I might be just a little
closet bisexual. When I need it though, there's absolutely nothing that can
come close to a good hard cock backed by a skilled lover.
Amy's bikini was bright red. The little bitch was a knockout in it too. Her
boobs were, to use a male term "a handful". Her butt was to die for.
Amy took me by the hand and pulled me down the stairs and out into her immense
back yard. There was a row of those tall thin evergreen trees all around
the fence that provided complete privacy. The pool was the size of the one
at our apartment building, only a lot fancier. There was this fountain right
between the pool and the back patio. I had never seen one of those statues
of a little boy peeing in the water before and I was scandalized by it. Amy
noticed that I was staring at it so she drug me right up to it.
Amy asked, "I'm sure you've seen a wiener before Patty! You've got all those
brothers and all, right?"
"Well, yeah! Of course, but not a statue of one!" I replied.
Amy cupped her hands together held them under the jet of boy water. When
her hands were full enough, she threw the water at me. I shrieked, she squealed
with delight then took a running dive into the pool. I dove after her and
learned why it's not a good idea to dive into water with loose bikini bottoms.
I jerked them back into place and looked guiltily at Amy, but she was too
busy looking past me.
"Daddy!" Amy called out.
"Hi ya Pumpkin! How was school?"
Amy rushed out of the pool and into her father's arms. He was wearing a swimsuit
also.
Amy gave her daddy a hug. "School was okay!" She then grabbed his hand and
drug him into the pool. Look who's staying over! It's my friend Patty!"
He gave me a big smile then said, "Hi Patty! I hope you're having a good
time."
I tried to answer, but the best I could manage was to give him an embarrassed
smile. The man was quite a hunk to me back then and my dad was just.....
my dad. The three of us spent quite a while in the pool together. I warmed
up to him and in no time and soon were doing all the pool things. By then
the material of my borrowed had relaxed somewhat and I constantly had to
pull them back up. I know that Mr. Levitz (Amy's father) had seen more of
me than he should have. Little girls with loose fitting bikini bottoms shouldn't
bounce like I did. I noticed that he was looking directly between my legs
after we had dunked him several times. One of those devilish thrills ran
up my spine but I couldn't just pull them back up! Not while he was looking!
I waited until his head broke out of the water then jerked them back into
place. When he happened to look at me, his expression was completely normal.
The knowing leer that I expected him to give me never occurred and so I eventually
relaxed my guard more and more. When my leg brushed against the firm lump
that was in his swimsuit, I knew that it was because the loose hanging crotch
of my bottoms allowed him to see all of me.
Mr. Levitz was keeping his hands to himself and behaving like everything
was perfectly normal. In order to keep his attention I let my suit do it's
own thing, only pulling them back when they were obviously out of place.
I remember being deathly afraid that he would touch me there, but also hoping
that he might. He never touched me in that way, but his thing made more than
a few of contacts against me.
We went inside ant ate a wonderful dinner. Amy's mom consumed quite a few
drinks during and after dinner. We took showers after dinner to wash the
off the chlorine. Amy let me use the shower upstairs while she used the one
in her parent's bedroom. I masturbated in the shower imagining that it was
Mr. Levitz fingers there instead of mine. I came out of the shower and got
dressed for bed then noticed that the bathroom door was unlocked. My oldest
brother could come and go into the bathroom whether he wanted to. No matter
whether I had locked it or not so I knew someone had been in there, and that
someone had most likely watched me diddling myself.
It took me quite a while to work up the courage to come out of the bathroom
knowing that someone had seen what I had been doing. After gauging how Amy
acted I knew that the culprit had to be her father. I knew that I couldn't
breathe a word about it to anyone, especially my friend Amy. The only thing
that I could do was to act like nothing happened. Amy's mother had gone to
bed when we came downstairs to watch television. Mr. Levitz was sitting on
one end of their couch and Amy set next to him then I next to her. After
a while Amy had me scoot down closer to the other end so that she could lay
her head in her father's lap. He began rubbing her back. Amy stretched her
legs across my lap and told me to tickle her legs and I obeyed. When she
pulled up the hem of her nightie, I knew what she wanted me to do. I kept
one eye on her father and gently tickled. Eventually my fingers found their
all the way up to her panty line. Amy looked at me and gave me a nice appreciative
smile so I ventured my way up to the top of her legs more.
When the movie was over Amy kissed her father goodnight. He looked at me
expectantly, but I just couldn't make my feet move. Back in the privacy of
Amy's bedroom she had me brush her hair and we talked about boys. Amy told
me that she jacked off Jason Woodward, a sixteen year old boy that lived
next door. When she asked me about what I had done, I told her that I had
done the same thing. When she questioned me further I confessed that it was
my oldest brother Jeremy.
After climbing into bed and turning out the light Amy had me tell her all
the details about my brother and I. How many times I had done it to him and
how I had done it. She had me demonstrate with my hand how I had done it.
She told me to pretended that she Jeremy and made me demonstrate. That's
when I realized that she had lied about her and Jason Woodward. I pretended
to wrap my hand around her imaginary phallus and jacked it off.
The whole time Amy was quietly leading me on. Asking me questions then not
over reacting when I answered them. When she asked me if I had ever put his
thing in my mouth I told her that I had. I told her everything from what
it looked like when he shot, to the fact that I had never let him shoot in
my mouth. The number of times that my brother talked me into doing things
with him wasn't many and I made sure that Amy knew it too.
When Amy told me to pretend to be a boy so that she could try it, I knew
that something was going to happen. One part of my brain screamed at me to
think of some way out of it, but my baser side won out.
The last thing that Amy said to me that night was, "Like this?" as she grasped
my pretend phallus. From then on until we woke in the morning the two of
us were dead silent.
When I quietly answered "Yes." I somehow knew that I had just given Amy permission
to do whatever she wanted. It was the finality of my inflection that spoke
my true meaning. "Yes (you can)."
I felt an electric jolt of fear and pleasure when Amy's hand came to rest
on my thigh. I closed my eyes and shut out the world. I felt her hand leave
then come to rest upon my vulva.
As my friend's fingers explored my vulva my whole body shook. I tried to
imagine that it was Mr. Levitz that I spread my legs open for, but knowing
that it was my friend that I was allowing such liberties with made me feel
better. The only thing that I could think of when I imagined that Mr. Levitz
was doing it was "What if he tried to put it in me?" I realized that at least
with Amy, my virginity was safe.
Amy's hand upon the inside of my knee encouraged me to open my legs even
farther. I felt ashamed at allowing myself to be in such a lewdly exposed
position, but when she ran her finger down the groove in my panties, the
pleasure pushed that emotion aside. It dawned on me that Amy could have her
pick of any boy in school, but she had never had a boyfriend for as long
as I had known her. Amy liked girls and I came to the realization that I
wasn't her first.
I felt her lie down next to me, then I felt her breath against my cheek.
I opened my eyes and we took each other's measure. I knew that all that I
had to do was to turn my head only slightly and Amy would know that I didn't
want her to kiss me.
Amy kissed me so tenderly, and in no time I was kissing her back. She pulled
up my nightie then slipped her hand inside my undies. I arched my back, and
her finger slipped between my wetness. What a sensation! My brother Jason's
fingers had explored all of me, but his hands were rough and clumsy. Amy
knew exactly where to go and what to do with it when she got there. I felt
what was going to be the most powerful orgasm that I had ever had welling
up and tried to hurry it on, but Amy would have none of that.
She whispered "Shhhhhh!" in my ear, the intonation told me to lie still and
enjoy the ride. I writhed and shuddered as Amy's finger slipped inside me.
It made me proud when her finger bumped up against the limits of my hymen.
I wasn't a slut I was a virgin!
Amy pushed down my panties and I helped her by lifting my butt up. I felt
the cool air conditioned air come against my wetness as she peeled the covers
back. She sat up then took my undies the rest of the way off. Amy pulled
at my nightie and I sat up so that she could take it off. She moved on top
of me and pressed her thigh into my crotch. I bent my knee and pressed my
leg into her. I was completely naked but Amy still had every stitch on that
she had come to bed with. We kissed again then she moved down enough to take
my nipples into her mouth one at a time. That's when I had my first orgasm.
My hips began to buck which ground my puss into her leg. For the first time
I felt that connection between my nipples and my womanhood. I cried out lightly
and rode those waves of pleasure until it reached a crescendo. The orgasm
lasted... and lasted until my senses reached overload. I went limp and the
world blanked out for a moment.
When I came back to reality Amy had lying between my legs with her head was
resting high up on my inner thigh. I felt her hot breath play across my wetness.
I had never imagined that another female would think of doing what I knew
was going to happen to next. The thought wasn't repulsive, it just took me
by complete surprise. Her arm was under my leg and fingers began to gently
tweak one of my nipples. The pleasure shot down my body and centered itself
between my legs. I clasped my hand over hers, but she continued her ministrations.
She pressed the palm of her other hand over my puss then pressed in. I felt
myself come alive again under the pressure and the ever so slight movement
of her hand.
I forgot all about the fact that she meant to do other things until I felt
her tongue make contact with my button. When I moved, Amy's tongue slid across
the tip of it. I shuddered and her tongue came into contact with it once
again.
I couldn't believe how incredibly sensitive that part of me had become. It
was almost too much. I willed my body to be still then waited for her to
begin licking me. Her tongue stayed in the same position forcing me to rock
my hips and myself into her. My button brushed against her tongue and sheer
electric pleasure shot through my body. Amy moved her tongue downwards then
she pressed in slightly then upwards, stretching my button upwards. I felt
it slip on it's own power across her tongue then pop past. I moaned and waited,
but nothing happened. When I was ready I rotated myself downward, making
my button stretch against her tongue.
I wish that I could better describe the pleasure and the desperation that
I felt, when I realized that I was going to have to do all the work myself.
What depths of depravity does it take for a girl to masturbate herself against
another girl's tongue? Doing what she wanted me to do was an admission that
I played with myself and that's a very private thing. My modesty was no match
for my pent up emotions and so I did it. I began to writhe against Amy's
stiffened tongue and a whole new world of pleasure opened up before me. Amy
placed her hands on my hips and guided me into the motion that she wanted
me to make which was to press my button into her tongue and let it slip across
the elasticity of our mutual contact, then pop free.
That's about the best that I can describe it. It was like flicking her tongue
upwards across my clit, but it was me doing all the motion. Imagine knowing
that you were going to feel almost unbearable pleasure as your clit slipped
right to the point of no return, then knowing that you were going to have
to make that final little movement in order for it to happen. The suspense
was a killer. I had to prepare myself then make that little push. Right after
that Amy would push her tongue right back into the same place.
For a full ten minutes I was compelled to do it over and over again until
finally I lost control. My quivering body made my button dance across her
tongue. When I began to climax Amy sucked it into her mouth and suckled me
like a baby.
When I opened my eyes Amy was lying next to me. I couldn't bear to look into
her eyes, but she turned my head and made me do it.
Amy guided my hand to her breast, signaling that it was my turn to return
the favor. Realization of what was expected of me hit home with a vengeance,
but I knew that if I didn't what she wanted it would be the end of our friendship.
I began to fondle her breasts then I moved my hand lower. The only initiative
that I took was to eventually slip my hand into her panties. Amy lifted her
hips off the ground indicating that she wanted me to take off her panties.
Once I had them off she sat up so that I could pull her nightie off over
her head. She lay back and guided my mouth to her breast. After a while I
felt her pressing me downwards.......
I don't really know why, but I couldn't make myself go any farther down than
Amy's belly button. She let out a quiet moan of frustration then sat up and
pulled me beside her. She had me lay on my back then straddled my body facing
my feet. I watched the dark shape of her naked body loom over my face. She
gently pressed herself into my face. My nostrils took in her aroma and I
felt her wetness against my nose and cheeks.
I guess all that I needed was a nudge in the right direction. I just didn't
have the confidence to do it myself. I stuck out my tongue so that she could
do like I had done but that wasn't what she wanted.
I was surprised at the taste of her. I had tasted myself on more than one
occasion but I guess the salty taste of my finger made it taste different.
I had never really gotten all that wet by myself either.
Amy was wet. She got wetter as my saliva and her juices mixed. When my tongue
reached her opening she pressed herself upon me. I dug my tongue deep into
her until the tip brushed against her hymen. When she was sure that I knew
that her virginity was as intact as mine, she moved so that I could concentrate
on her button. It took a while for Amy to reach her climax. My poor tongue
ached but I didn't stop until she came.
After about a minute Amy climbed off from on top of me. She gave me a long
passionate kiss then had me roll onto my side facing away from her. She wrapped
her arm around me and snuggled in from behind. As I lay there trapped in
Amy's embrace, I came to the realization that I was her conquest.
The next morning Amy acted like nothing had ever happened between the two
of us. As a matter of fact she had even gotten up sometime during the night
and put her nightgown back on. After a quick breakfast, Amy and her father
took me back home. I got the distinct impression that she couldn't wait to
be rid of me. My suspicions were proved right at school. Amy never rejected
me, but she soon had another friend to work on.
I felt so used, and so very lonely. About a week later Claudia McLeod one
of Amy's friends invited me over to stay the night. I accepted her invitation
knowing full well what was going to happen.
About a year ago my husband bought a fountain to go into our back yard. I
hadn't seen what it looked like until it was delivered to our house. Yeah,
you guessed it. It was a fountain statue of a little boy peeing into the
pool of water down below. Now whenever I pass by that statue I think of what
happened that night with Amy and I.
THE END
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