Chapter 5
"Good afternoon, allow me to introduce myself," the muscular man said to Amanda as she sat on her beach blanket under her umbrella, reading the latest concoction of interpretations concerning Freud and Jung. "My name is Ambrose Wallace, and I live in that dreary-looking edifice you see in the distance."
"So?" Amanda asked, appraising him at a glance as being not very interesting or appealing. He was wearing green Bermuda shorts, a multi-colored short-sleeved shirt, and tan sandals. His forearms were like Popeye's, and he had powerful calves. He was almost squat-looking because he was so short. Well, he wasn't that short. He was taller than her own father had been
-still was, for all she knew. She hadn't seen him in years.
Ambrose hadn't known what to expect when introducing himself to the girl but he had decided to be prepared for any kind of reaction. He smiled, and said, "I understand you'll be taking up teaching at our elementary school in the fall."
"You own it?" she asked sardonically, not curious how he knew about her.
Amanda didn't know why, but the sight of this man rubbed her the wrong way. She had never been this curt with another human being in her life. But there was something disturbing about him.
"Not exactly," he told her. "But I'm one of those financiers who helps keep the place running with a friendly donation now and then," he explained. "As a matter-of-fact, I've been thinking of making a sizable donation to help enlarge the English department."
"Well, I'm going to be an elementary teacher," Amanda told him, "which means I'll be teaching all different subjects."
"Yes, I know," he nodded. "However, with schools getting smaller because of the reduced quantity of students, they're thinking of combining elementary and intermediate schools again, and I was wondering if you might consider it not too far fetched, sometime in the future, to join the English department."
"That was always my major," Amanda admitted.
"Yes, well I was wondering if you were qualified to eventually head the English department," he shrugged.
"If this is a line, it's certainly a novel one," Amanda admitted. "I've never been approached this way before."
"I'm quite serious, Miss Rose," he told her. "You see, I'll also be on the planning commission when a new wing for the school is begun next spring. I already have a small model of what the new wing will look like." He did, as a matter-of-fact, but only because, having learned about Amanda, he had contrived to have the architect make a duplicate of the small mock-up he had prepared previously. "In two years time the wing will be finished, and by then you'll have had all the experience necessary."
"Why me?" Amanda asked, not noticing he knew her name.
"My telling you would hardly sound adequate," he explained. "However, if you'll permit, I'd like to show you. As I said, my house is right over there, less than two miles away, plainly visible. If you feel unafraid to walk into a lion's den in the early afternoon, please come along with me."
"Phrased that way, you've piqued my curiosity," she nodded. "Are you some kind of lion, Mr. Wallace?"
"A terrible one," he nodded. "I'm going to do all kinds of wicked and horrible things once I've lured you inside."
Amanda smiled at that. He had a sense of humor. So few people in this day and age were able to make her smile.
"How can I refuse an invitation like that?" she asked. "Shall I phone the police to keep an eye out for me?"
"By all means," he nodded. "You can use the phone in my car."
He nodded toward the Rolls-Royce plainly visible in the parking lost not too far away. Amanda rose and was about to gather her blanket and her umbrella.
"Leave it," he told her. "I'll have everything picked up and brought to your apartment, later."
It never occurred to her to wonder how he knew she lived in an apartment. Just as she was certain his interest in her was purely academic. Short men usually preferred tall women. It gave them a feeling of superiority to know they were "mastering" such women. Besides, if his interest in her was sexual, he would have been blatantly leering like all the other men who tried dating her.
Not that Amanda ruled out sex completely. She knew she was at an age where it was permissible to have a sexual relationship, in fact almost mandatory to do so, with a responsible person. But why would a man like this, who had a Rolls-Royce, and who obviously was capable of buying just about any woman he wanted, be interested in someone as relatively plain as she. For Amanda thought herself to be as plain as Ambrose thought her lovely.
Smiling, and without realizing it, turning on all kinds of signals in Ambrose with that smile, she walked with him toward his car. Had she thought a little more carefully, she would have realized how unorthodox it was for a man interested in a school project to approach her in July with an offer to make her head of the English department when she had not even done any substitute teaching, much less regular teaching. Perhaps, subconsciously, she was hoping for something physical to offset the horrible experience she had undergone with Ruth. Now that she looked back on it, it was a horrible experience. Her body had been built to a fevered pitch, and had been left hanging a multitude of times while she had helped Ruth "get off" so many times. She was certain that if anyone ever learned of that horrible affair, she would be marked as pure lesbian. Amanda was so intent on scrubbing that idea from her mind, she was subconsciously willing to do anything to offset it. This, in all probability, was what blinded her to the various faults in the proposition this man had put forth to her.
They got into his car, and she was surprised he didn't have a chauffeur. A car like this seemed to cry out for a chauffeur. Still, the world was filled with eccentrics.
He drove her directly to his house, then ushered her inside, and when she was unaware, used the electronic doorlocks which prevented anyone from opening the doors leading outside. It also sealed off all the windows with a thick layer of plasti-shield.
Amanda was awed at the look of the house. From the outside it had resembled a Victorian mansion. Inside, it was modern in every respect, with high ceilings and large, airy rooms. When a man had as much money as Ambrose, he didn't worry about the cost of heating such a home, nor did he worry about the electric bill.
The carpeting was plush, though the colors were different from those she would have chosen. The furniture in the various rooms was modern, heavy, very masculine. Amanda would have preferred more traditional furniture, each room styled in a different motif.
He led her directly to his huge den, a room with shelved walls and a large desk at one end. At the other end, on a table, lay the model for the new school wing. This made Amanda less suspicious than ever, also making her wonder what kind of kook she had encountered. Why was he willing to spend so much money on a school?
Finally, out of sheer exasperation, she said to him, "Why are you showing all this to me here and now? I mean, I can understand you looking for someone suitable to head up the English department, but what made you select me?"
Smiling, he led her into the next room, a room where he had entertained all his other women. Not once had he taken them upstairs to a bedroom, even when they lived with him-except for the Vietnamese girl. He had given her a guest bedroom next to his when she had been with him a month. But this was the room where all other women who had lived with him stayed.
"Care for a drink?" he asked, motioning to her to sit on the green sofa that would open into a bed at the touch of a button.
"I don't drink," she replied.
"I forgot," he nodded. "Because of your father...."
"How did you know?" Amanda asked, suddenly feeling a chill as she realized she hadn't put on her terrycloth robe. In fact, she had left it in the car, and all this time she had been standing before him in the briefest of bikinis.
"I know all about you, Amanda," he replied, his eyes glittering. This was the moment he always relished the most-seeing the horror on their faces when he told them waht he intended doing to them. Yes!
Amanda saw the gleam in his eyes and wondered if there were something wrong with this man. He didn't look normal. She remembered that glazed look in her father's eye when he got drunk, and she wondered if he was a drinking man.
"I'll be blunt and to the point," he told her. "I want your body. I want it in every conceivable way, using every usable opening."
"Sure," she shrugged, unable to believe he was serious. "And I want a million dollars."
"A million is a bit high," he smirked. "However, when I'm finished with you, I'm certain we can come to some kind of amicable arrangement, such as making you the head of the English department, as I promised earlier. You'll earn quite a bit more than as a mere teacher."
"I hope you think all this is as funny as I do," Amanda insisted.
"Why is it no girl every believes me at first?" he asked. "I hate being laughed at. In your own way, that's precisely what you're doing, Amanda. It means I'm going to have to teach you a lesson. By the time I'm through with you, you'll love everything I do to you, but for the moment you're going to be horrified. You see, I'm going to fuck you."
It suddenly dawned on Amanda the man was serious. She began backing away from him, moving toward the door. He didn't follow. She turned and ran through the room, heading for the front door, but when she got there, she found it impossible to open. Running into the living room, she picked up a crystal candy dish and hurled it at the window only to see it bounce off something yielding and fall to the carpeted floor. When she turned, she found herself facing Ambrose who had walked into the room. His hand reached out and touched her bare shoulder.
She quivered when his fingers rested on her soft, round shoulders. His hands had a certain clamminess to them, revealing that he, too, was inwardly nervous. But at the moment, all she was able to think about was the strength in those fingers. If he chose to wrap them around her throat....
"Amanda," he said in a soft voice that sounded like that of a father talking to a naughty child, "the sooner you do precisely as I tell you, the sooner we'll both be enjoying ourselves. However, I promised you a bit of punishment. I know you're a virgin, but I don't think the initial penetration of your cunt should be a punishment. It's something that is distinctly pleasurable. Therefore we'll have to do something else, won't we?"
"Wh-what are you talking about?" Amanda gasped.
Oh, yes! He liked that look of panic on her face. It made him feel warm all over. These pure, innocent little bitches were no better than the hardbitten whores. All women were afraid if you looked for the right button and pressed it.
"I want you to do precisely what I tell you to do," he insisted. "If you do, what starts out as a punishment and a chore will turn into something as enjoyable for you as it will be for me. Take it into your head to struggle, and you'll be hurt."
His hand was at her lovely throat, caressing it, then slowly moving down, down, down, between her breasts, feeling the rounded flesh of the upper breasts, then caressing her nipples through her bathing suit-top. His fingers were slender, even more sensuous than Ruth's. She automatically found herself thinking of the way the blonde woman had caressed her, and she had to admit, even if Ruth had been a total bitch about everything, she had known how to arouse her. Well, what the hell! So did Ambrose, but he was far more frightening than Ruth would ever be.
"P-please don't do this to me," she begged, her eyes wide with despair as she saw the maniacal gleam in his eyes.
"I don't advise your shouting," he told her. "No one will hear you. We're alone out her, isolated, and no one outside the house can hear anything that goes on inside. No one ever bothers to come near here, and as you can see, the house is on a kind of promontory, facing away from all the other houses on the street behind us."
"Why?" Amanda gasepd. "Why? What did I ever do to you?"
"I've been planning this ever since I first saw you, last week," he told her. "Why? I want you. That's reason enough. You and I are going to be the only company we're going to have for quite a while, so I think you'll agree the most sensible thing is to make the best of it, under the circumstances."
"Take your hands off me!" Amanda insisted.
"Amanda, I think you and I should get something straight between the two of us. One way or another I'm going to make use of your body, full use. Precisely how I enjoy myself will be strictly up to you. Now I'm going to take my clothes off, but I'm not going to remove your bathing suit. That's something you're going to do. If you don't, I'll have to rip the bathing suit off, and I don't have any womens' clothes here. That means you'll be stark naked, even when you leave here. Now you have exactly a half minute to remove all your clothing, that is, the top and bottom of your bathing suit, and drop it all on the floor. Not one second more."
"You must be insane," Amanda gasped. "I won't do it! I just won't do it. I mean, you can go to hell!"
"Only a third of a minute left," he cautioned.
Amanda realized there was no way out of this. This man was serious. Insane, perhaps, but definitely serious. Why he had picked on her still wasn't clear to her. She had no desire to reveal her intimate parts to him, but she had even less desire to have him rip the bathing suit off her, and he would do it.
Sighing, she wondered why she wasn't starting to cry. That would have been a normal reaction, but for some reasn she didn't feel the urge to cry. In fact, she didn't know what she felt. She finally reached behind her, undid the top of her bathing suit, slid it off her arms, and draped it over the back of a chair, revealing the lush white globes of her breasts, globes tipped with rich pinkness.
"Everything, Amanda, everything," the man insisted. "Remove everything. When I put my hands on you in ten seconds, I want you totally naked, in all your bare glory."
He was definitely insane! Amanda knew she had no choice but to obey. Her only chance for survival lay in doing as he told her, waiting until he released her ... if he would release her. If not, she would have to find some way of playing Scherazade ... stalling him, putting him off time after time, until she found some way out.
She hastily pulled down her bathing suit bottom, letting it lay where it fell on the floor, stepping out of it, revealing her nakedness to the man. She felt terribly helpless, alone, knowing no one, not even her mother, who was now away on vacation, would bother to check for her during the next two weeks. There was obviously no pity to this man. He was interested in one thing, one thing only. What was more, he was determined to have his way.
It never once entered Amanda's mind to kill him. Violence and the dealing thereof was not part of her makeup.
He was staring at her, his eyes hard and shining with lust for her. He wanted to totally possess her. God! She was stunning! In his eyes she was the most delectable female he had ever seen. Yes, there were more curvaceous women, and there were more buxom women. But somehow this particular woman seemed to strike just the right chord in him. To him, she was just right. Her face, her figure, everything.
As Amanda watched, he began removing his own clothing. He had said something about punishing her, but without taking her virginity this first time. But her mind was unable to conjure up precisely what it was the man had in mind.
He was standing directly in front of her now. His hands reached out and clamped themselves on the wells of her breasts, the palms covering the nipples. She gasped at the touch of him, realizing the wetness was already happening between her thighs all over again. This time she wasn't even lying down. He was panting heavily, his hands working slowly, deftly, making her nipples stand up even as she willed them to try and remain soft. His hands were soft, gentle, almost like a woman's, more feminine, to a certain extent, than Ruth's hands had been, yet there was definitely nothing queer about him.
"Yes," he muttered. "You're mine, and I'm going to use you."
"Just don't hurt met," she insisted softly, speaking with some authority even though she felt more than a little frightened.
His fingers continued to caress and encircle her nipples, his hands filling themselves with the weight of her small, round, upstanding breasts. Then he began mauling her, squeezing the fullness of her lovely paps, compressing her spongy nipples, tugging on them, yanking her breasts to the side, then pulling them forward.
He was smiling, making this into some kind of game, and Amanda simply stood there and let him do as he wished. The more his fingers caressed the nubbins of pinkness that tipped her breasts, the larger they seemed to grow as blood flowed more freely into them. A streak of heat burned its way through Amanda. The young woman, who ought to have fslt frightened and terrified, wondered what in blazes was going on inside her. She had known, ever since that night with Ruth, that she was prone to easy arousal, but not even Ruth had made her feel anything like this. There was something about this man's touch that had her seething with desire. She wondered if it was due solely to it being he who touched her, or if she was being aroused because a man, any man, was touching her. If she ever did get out of here, she would find out in a hurry. For the moment, one thrill after another permeated her lovely body.
"Damn it all," she muttered to herself. "It isn't right!"
She had said the same thing to Ruth, and Ruth had insisted this was the only right thing. She had ticked off the numerous things she believed to be wrong, claiming sex was the one right thing in the world, but here was Amanda, insistent that what Ambrose was doing to her just wasn't right."
"Might makes right," Ambrose replied. "The one with the power is the one with all the right on his side. At the moment I'm the one with the power, so anything I want, is right."
"You may have the power, and you may be able to enforce your will, but that doesn't make you right," Amanda fiercely insisted.
"I'm not in the mood for bantlying words," Ambrose told her. "Right now, my cock is burning. It needs some cooling off. I'm not the kind of guy who does the laundry by hand, if you get my meaning. A feminine orifice is, in my opinion, the only right thing in the world. At the moment you happen to be the feminine personage I require. Face it, Aamanda! This is the way life, in general, is. The one with the power rules. At the moment there's no way out. If you were able to open the door and get out, what good would it do you? You're stark naked at the moment. I'm not going to threaten you with death. I don't deal in mindless threats I don't intend carrying out. Besides, dead, you would never be able to remember all the good times you're going to have here, and believe me, you're going to have good times."
"Please," Amanda said, for some reason not the least bit self-conscious about her nakedness in front of the man. "There has to be some other way you can gratify your ego without ravaging me."
"I told you, Amanda, I'm going to fuck you," he replied. "I also told you I'm not going to plunge myself into you and rip the virginity out of you. But a punishment is still in order, and if you don't do as I say, even worse punishment will follow."
"I won't fight you," Amanda replied, not understanding how he intended punishing her, but knowing he might be crazy enough to cause her extensive pain if she argued with him. "All I'm asking is that you don't do anything that will scar me or cause me some kind of permanent damage."
There was a quiver in her voice. Good! Ambrose liked that. She was somewhat scared even if she wouldn't admit it to herself.
"You do as I say," he snorted, dragging her over to the sofa-bed, which he opened with the touch of a button, "and you'll go on looking pretty for some other guy when you leave here."
Pretty? Amanda thought. He thought she was pretty. No one had ever hinted that she might be pretty. She had always thought of herself as plain. It was nice to hear a man say she was pretty, even though she was certain he really didn't mean it.
He sat on the edge of the open bed and with his hand in Amanda's bouffant hairdo, he forced her to her knees on the carpeted floor. He tugged her forward until she was directly in front of him. Her hands touched his somewhat hairy thighs, so different from the smooth flesh of Ruth, and as a result, so much more stimulating and arousing. She quivered with the realization that this nearness was affecting her far more strongly than she had believed, and the leakage from her feminine vent was becoming heavier. His own hands were now resting on her shoulders, and his right hand slid down along her slender arm until it grabbed her wrist. His fingers closed around her hand and he brought it forward rapidly and clamped her fingers firmly around the extension of his solidly throbbing organ.
It took Amanda a moment to realize just what it was she was holding. Though she had read about the penis in books, had even gone so far as to see an x-rated movie in which men's organs stood out like battering rams, this was her first opportunity to see an organ up close, to feel it, to know it was a living, skin-breathing, throbbing extension of a man. It pulsated so uncontrollably, so thrillingly. Not only that, but considering the size of the man, what he sported was longer and thicker than anything she had ever seen on a screen. This was all so incredible to accept so quickly. Yet she managed to do so.
"You like it, don't you." he said, somewhat taken aback that she wasn't trying to pull away or fight him.
Amanda shuddered and looked into his eyes before saying, "I don't know, at least I don't know at the moment."
"As you can see, I've got a lot of inches there. I'm long, I'm thick, and I'm as good as the best of them when it comes to fucking. All this is something you'll eventually find out."
"I don't know," Amanda shrugged. "I mean, whether you're good or bad I won't know how you stack up against other men." she paused, licking her lips, then said, "As you've discovered, I've never done anything with any other man."
"Well, then, you're lucky to be starting out with the best, or maybe unlucky. After me, it'll all be downhill. Eventually, I'm going to stretch your virginal pussy with my cock, but for the moment I think we should try something slightly less convential, though no less pleasing as far as I'm concerned. What I'm going to do is let you wrap your mouth tightly around my cock. You'll suck and move that mouth back and forth, just like it was a cunt frictionalizing my cock. When I finally blow my load, you, sweet girl that you are, will swallow every last drop of it."
He was purposely trying to shock Amanda into a reaction, a negative reaction. He wanted her to put up a struggle so he'd be able to force her. So much of his pleasure was derived from simply forcing a woman to make him happy. At the same time he always managed to make the woman feel something, as well, even if she wouldn't admit it at the time.
Had the situation not been so serious, Amanda would have laughed out loud. First Ruth, "teaching" her to lick a vagina, now this man wanting her to suck his penis. Everyone in the world seemed to have a fetish for enjoying oral-genital sex, as long as it involved their genitals and someone else's mouth. She heaved a long, loud sigh as if to let him know she was bored with the whole idea. The honest truth was, she was excited, and not nearly as afraid as she might have expected to be.
His other hand was caressing her throat, his thumb rubbing her adam's apple, and this, more than the thought of what he wanted her to do irritated her. Why was it necessary for him to use violence? Having studied clinical phychology while in college, Amanda realized he was trying to provoke a negative resonse from her. She also understood that such a response would have availed her nothing other than pain before she would have had to have gone ahead and done what he wanted her to do, anyway. Even so, her hand automatically compressed around his cock, making him think she was frightened after all, though it was tension, tension caused by the knowledge she was about to become involved in yet another sexual experiment, that made her tremble.
"In everyday, street-talk, this is known as a blow-job," he told her. "But I want more than mere compliance from you. I want you to suck with avidity, as if you really like it. I won't settle for some half-assed mouthing. I expect you to put real feeling into it, pulling with your lips, licking with your tongue."
That ought to make her reject him. Then he'd be able to smack her around a little and force his thick cock into her gullet, making her gag and choke as her esophagus tightened around the cock and squeezed it to the point where the pleasure would become excruciating.
Amanda looked up at him. curiosity in her wide eyes rather than fear. Her hand squeezed the pulsing penile shaft, and she observed, "You're very thick and long, you know. I can't take the entire thing into my mouth."
"You'll find a way, honey," Ambrose snapped, irritated by her matter-of-fact tone of voice. Damn! He had to provoke her into some kind of resistance. "If your mouth is too short, then you pull the head of my cock all the way into your throat. Once the head is in, I'll be able to shove the rest of it down your gullet. All you have to do is hollow those lovely cheeks of yours and compress them tightly around the shaft of my prick. Relax your throat muscles and the cock'll manage to force its way into your throat. I haven't had a good blowjob in quite some time now. So be smart and start sucking."
"If that's what you really want," Amanda shrugged. "But it might be better for you if I became used to your penis by degrees. I mean, from the way you've explained thigs to me, I'm not going to be going anywhere until you've sort of used me up which may take awhile. It might be better for you if I merely made you climax with my hand the first time, just to let me become accustomed to handling the penis. As you said, there's plenty of time for you to use my orifices."
"Damn it all!" he roared, angry because she refused to become frightened. "If you had an opportunity to listen to the Mormon Tabernacle Choir singing Handel's Messiah, would you settle for some acid-rock singer destroying melodies with shouts and screams?"
"Of course not!" she admitted.
"Well, then why should I settle for a hand-job when that virgin mouth of yours is ready and waiting?" he snapped. Start sucking, and don't give me any lip, unless its to be wrapped around my cock."
"I think it only fair to let you know that this being my first time, I don't think I'll be able to swallow all of it." Amanda said.
"Honey, you're going to gobble up every last inch of cock," he snapped at her. "First time, last time, it doesn't make a damn bit of difference. Sucking is something that comes naturally to a woman, and by God, you're going to suck me dry. I won't settle for less.
Is that understood?"
"I see," she nodded. "And my pleasure will be derived from the knowledge that I've made you come?" she asked acidly.
"At the moment I'm only concerned with my pleasure," he insisted. " Your pleasure will come later, if at all."
At least he was being honest and not like Ruth, who had used her, conning her into licking her cunt while never really offering anything in return. What the heck! There were probably worse things in life than taking a penis into her mouth. No doubt this man might very well teach them to her. She was amazed at how easily she was accepting all this. But her clinical mind continued reminding her that she really didn't have much choice. It wasn't a question of acceptance. It was the simple knowledge that no knight in shining armor was going to rescue her, and her best chance to avoid pain lay in doing what he insisted she do. It might, in the long run, mean her very survival. At this last thought, a shiver trembled through her.
"I want you to stay calm," the brutish sandy-haired man insisted. "I'm telling you right now, this is something that any woman who really is a woman learns to love, and if you're half the woman I think you are, you're going to go ape over this. I know I have a thick prick, and it'll take some time to fit it into your gullet. But other women have done it. There's no reason why you shouldn't be able to accomplish it, as well. Granted, you're a little smaller than the other women, but I don't thing you're that much smaller. You'll find me very patient. But I'm telling you right now, if I feel you're not giving me your best, especially once my cock is in your mouth, you won't like me. I'll ram the whole thing all the way in and you can choke and strangle to death on it before I'll pull it out. So do yourself a favor, and do your best. Start sucking!"
He sat there, his thighs spread as wide as possible, his two hands now surrounding her lovely face, making her seem even more lamb-like and innocent. His palms applied pressure, slowly but firmly, and he tugged her face closer and closer to his groin. Amanda was no longer looking up at him. She "felt" his eyes burning into the top of her head as she stared at the penile tip being brought closer and closer to her mouth. This was a unique experience, to say the least, as far as she was concerned, and remembering what Confusious supposedly said about sex and the inevitability thereof, she decided to try and get as much from all this as possible.
Her nose twitched as her mouth moved closer. There was the scent of deodorant soap coming from his groin. There was also a strong natural musk, not at all unpleasant. Well, he did say something about other women enjoying this, and she supposed she was no different from other women. She was grateful that he kept himself clean. Had he smelled bad, it might have distrubed her concentration, and she would have been forced to do all this while unable to find some way of pleasing herself.
Heat was radiating from the tip, warming her lower face, and she quivered a little, more with anticipation than anything else, knowing this was it! She had to do it, and she had to do it right or worry that he might carry out his threat to strangle her with his penis. This last was definitely not a pleasant thought. She only hoped the penis wouldn't act like a finger in her throat and make her want to retch. It was obvious Ambrose Wallace was not the kind of man to accept her regurgitation on his groin. Come to think of it, there wasn't a man in the world willing to accept something like that.
"Come on, come on," the man's voice continually urged, letting her know how impatient he was. "Get that mouth of yours working, Miss Rose. Let's see what kind of natural cocksucker you are."
His left hand was now resting gently on the nape of her neck, tickling the short hairs back there. His pressure there increased as little by little he pulled her lips forward. She was aware of the quivers in him as her breath covered his penis. She was so close now, and it was obvious he was on the verge of losing control.
Taking a deep breath, Amanda opened her loving mouth as wide as possible, thinking there was a vague possibility the man might be content to let the heavy flesh rod rest on her lower lip and her tongue as long as she didn't use, her teeth. But even as her face moved closer, the fact that she had never done anything like this before took control of her, and she shut her mouth again, clamping her teeth tightly together, terrified of the newness of all this rather than the obscenity of it. Granted she had seen girls do this in the X-rated movie she had watched, but it was obvious these girls did it with no real feeling whatsoever. Being an emotional individual, in spite of having common sense, Amanda knew now she would never be able to suck a cock with indifference. She would do precisely as the man wished, and put her heart and soul into it-provided she had the courage to begin. Lord! There was definitely the stirring of some kind of fright inside her. Now that she was on the verge of doing this, she was almost as afraid as she was curious. Only the knowledge that Ambrose would hurt her if she pulled away kept her from retreating. But for the moment she didn't advance, either.
"Uh ... one question, first," she said, her breath playing all the more heatedly on his penis.
"Ask!" he told her, his hand preventing her head from backing away.
"Do you have any kind of venereal disease?"
"Now what the hell kind of question is that to ask a man about to rape your mouth?"
"A perfectly good question," she insisted. "I mean, I don't want to catch syphilis, gonorrhea, or herpes."
The burning closeness of his swollen penile bulb made her shudder even more, especially when he pressed it against her tightly closed lips. This sent another shudder coursing insanely through her, and she realized it wasn't fear. Rather, it wasn't her fear of the penis. It was her fear of herself, for something was stirring inside her, and she was on the verge of wanting to do this. But his hand was on the nape of her neck, and he was forcing her face against the stiffness of his throbbing cock.
"I've never had VD," he snapped. "Now open up! Come on, come on, believe me, you'll love it, you'll see. You'll dig the sweet, meaty flavor of it, and you'll love the way it simply rubs against your tongue, making you aware of the different textures of the different kinds of flesh that make up the cock as well as the scrotum."
The scent of the penis was overpowering now, and Amanda realized that he was right. She wanted to do this, just as she had wanted to lick Ruth's cunt after a while. It was this desire on her part that had made her decide she would never again suck another woman's vagina. She was afraid she would like it so much, she might indeed feel like a lesbian after a time. The same thing applied here. If she did suck this man's penis, she would probably become addicted to it, and if she ever went out with a decent man, he would probably be repulsed by the animal in her when she proceeded to masticate his cock, as well. Not that a decent man didn't like to have his cock sucked. But no decent man wanted some woman to do it to him on the first date. Amanda knew this was the kind of thing she would never be able to control.
"You're asking for trouble," Ambrose said, smiling, thinking that at last he was about to wallop the hell out of her. "You have to learn that as long as you're here, when I give an order, you follow it."
He cupped her chin in the palm of his hand, and suddenly his fingers were pressing on her jaw hinges, pressing hard, digging in deep. His well-manicured nails dug into the soft flesh of her facial cheeks as he applied more and more pressue to the hinges. At the same time he forced the tender inner cheeks against her teeth, and Amanda realized a girl might get hurt. She really didn't have much choice. The last thing she needed was a dislocated jaw. Like it or not, the addiction was about to start. Slowly, grudgingly, she finally opened her small mouth.
She gasped as his squeezing fingers maintained their constant pressure on her jaw, all but crushing the hinges, forcing her lovely mouth to remain wide open, then he slowly tugged her head forward, forcing her inner cheeks to surround his throbbing penile length. He rested the head of his shuddering cock on the tip of her tongue as he slowly began pulling her face forward. His digging fingers forced her inner cheeks to surround the throbbing length of his penis as he continued sliding it into the narrow tightness of her oral cavern. Her muffled sobs were silenced as his heated purple-domed phallus pushed against the opening to her throat.
Her mouth was now forced very wide, barely able to encompass such massive thickness, and tears filled her eyes. Not tears of sorrow, but tears caused by her struggles as the enormous penile point slid back to the tip of her tongue, then slowly pushed forward to the throat again, rubbing along the full length of the lingual organ while at the same time rubbing against the roof of her mouth. Now that the thick pole of his bulging, seething glans was locked in her mouth, he no longer had to apply pressure with his fingers interlaced in her hair, and her heated mouth was forced to remain filled with the massive log of human flesh.
Lord! This was certainly a different experience as far as Amanda was concerned. Any fears she might have had were completely outweighted by her clinical curiosity at the texture of his penis and the breadth of it forcing her to not only keep her jaws apart, but pressing on her cheeks, making them bloat as if filled with air while stretching her cupid's bow lips to their fullest around the pulsing organ.
For the moment her tongue remained flat and dormant in her mouth as more and more of the colorless lubricant seeping from the eye in his penile tip leaked against it. Saliva came up from her throat and mingled with the fluid and she found her mouth was quickly filling because she wouldn't swallow, initially. This seemed so totally different from the licking of Ruth's cunt. Then, in spite of Ruth's clamping thighs around her neck, she had been the one in control. Here, Ambrose was in total control of it all.
Soon, sticky dribbles were running from the corner of her mouth, down her chin and neck. All the while she continued crying tears of energy more than anything else, because she really didn't feel any sorrow at doing this. In spite of his controlling her, and in spite of the strangeness of it all, she didn't quite dislike it. In fact, as the tongue continued abrasively pressing against the underside of his penis, she decided she might learn to actually like something like this. It definitely had the same allure that the licking of Ruth's pussy had initially held for her. This was different, but no less arousing. In fact, there seemed to be something in the back of her throat that was being tickled by the ooze of his oils. She wondered if the pressure of his penile head against that ticklish spot might actually set off the orgasm for which she had been waiting so long.
She was panting now, expending a lot of energy, and each time her head went forward and down, she felt Ambrose press a little harder on the back of her head, pushing his penile tip a little deeper into the ring of her gullet. The bloated stiffness pressed, trying to widen the opening to her throat and fit itself in a bit deeper.
Amanda felt her salivary glands over-producing at this point, and though the mixture of oil and sputum fell from the corners of her lips, more was being created than was seeping out. The thickness of his penis blocked great quantities of the fluid, holding it inside what he felt to be the delightful recess of her mouth. She realized she would either have to swallow or drown in her own saliva mixed with his penile lubricity.
Well, she hadn't died from swallowing all the oil she had sucked from the split-peach opening of Ruth's vagina. There was no reason to assume this man's oils would affect her any differently.
Taking in a huge quantity of air through her widely distended nostrils, Amanda shut her eyes and gulped. The swallowing action served to pull more of the man's heavy penis into her mouth, and the pressure of her tongue and palate, seemingly so close together because she had such a tiny mouth, caused the heavy phallus to enlarge and thicken that much more. Lightning flashes went sparking up and down the man's shuddering spine. He clasped both hands around her skull now, jerking his cock forward, sinking it deeper, pressing, feeling the rubbery point being caressed by the soft, pulpy back of her throat where tongue and palate disappeared into the esophagus.
Gagging, coughing, choking, Amanda tried to signal to the man to take it easy, but the weighty knob of his pulsating length only pushed itself a bit deeper. She was aware he was trying to force as much of it as possible into her pharynx, so she reached up and grabbed what was left of the penis, almost three inches of base that had still to enter between her lips, and she squeezed it in the hope of restraining the organ and keeping him from sinking it any deper. If he kept shoving it in this hard, he would soon have her throwing up whether she tried stopping it, or not. But he slapped her hand away, saying, "Not, now, Amanda, I want you to swallow every last little bit of it."
Amanda was angry. It occurred to her this man was doing more than sexually abusing her. He was purposely humiliating her, and with no good reason. She had never met him before, had done nothing to him, had in no way harmed him. Yet here he was, doing all these awful things to her. She cried out to him to stop, feeling wrath rather than hate, but her cries were silent because of the way the swollen penis clogged her mouth. Tears of irate resentment continued falling down her cheeks, dripping from her chin onto her knees, below. Some of them splashed onto the cold stone floor, and one or two tears fell onto the man's testicles, though he never felt them because of the slavering oils from her mouth that washed his scrotum.
Air was pulled into her lungs through flared nostrils. She swallowed, a great quantity of saliva and penile oil going down her throat, and with the fluid another inch of penis pushed its way into her gullet. She gagged, and for a moment saw stars blinking on and off as she nearly blacked out as oxygen was almost cut off from her brain because of the way the monstrous phallus clogged her throat. For a moment she was afraid she would strangle to death, but the pressure of his hand on her head seemed reassuring more than anything else, as if telling her it was aware of the difficulty she was having, yet other throats had engulfed this penis and had survived, and she would, too.
Angered as she was because of the way this man was abusing her, she remained somewhat clinical in her outlook, noting how heavily his penis was seeping lubricant, as heavily as her own vagina continued to ooze fluid. Obviously oral-genital contact was extremely pleasing for the one whose genitals were being orally caressed, and one day in the very near future she intended discovering the luxury of such feelings, herself! She pulled in a bit more air through her nostrils and she swallowed again, and more of the massive penile head slid into her gullet, inching its way deeper and deeper into her throat's tight constriction. She gagged again.
"Come on ... come on...." he urged softly, his voice as reassuring as the hand on her head. "Just a little more, Amanda, a little ... uhhhh ... morrre ... you can do it ... you can do it ... you can do it ... that's a baby ... ywaaaaaa ... aaaaannnnggghhh ... thatta giiiirrrlll...." he encouraged. "Keep goiiiiinnnnnggg"
Amanda was aware of the way the man's seated body was vibrating much the way she had felt Ruth's body shudder when her tongue had gone to work on the blonde woman's pussy. Soon he would be pumping his penis all the way in and all the way back, just as Ruth had bounced her body up and down in time to the way her tongue had stroked into the woman's cunt.
Though Ambrose had conned her here and had forced her into this, making it plain he was the one in control, and that his might made him right, she had a certain might of her own. Her mouth gripping his penis gave her a mastery over him that few women ever had over men. She realized that most women were unaware of the power they possessed over men at a time like this. At this precise moment, her mouth had total control of his body.Though he had taunted her, had done his best to humiliate her, and even tried frightening her, she was fully aware of the control exerted by her lips and tongue. Each time her softy sucking lips pulled back and nursed at the throbbing javelin of flesh, he wiggled and squirmed that much more on the bed. Now both hands were applying pressure against her red hair, urging her to once again push that burning phallus of his all the way down her tantalizing throat as it continued marinating in her viscous saliva.
That was the moment when the realization came to Amanda that she was neither choking nor strangling any longer. Her throat had, as he had said, adapted to the thickness of his weighty penis, and she was able to smoothly bob her head back and forth, hesitating for the slightest fraction of a second each time the head popped into her gullet. No question about it! Her throat was definitely widening, and there was no feeling of nausea in spite of the fact that her gullet clung voraciously to the pulsing penis.
Her cunt was not merely leaking oil now, but rather pouring the fluid down her legs onto the carpeting beneath, leaving her in a pool of damp fiber. The wisps of delight that had started curling through her body earlier when she had known she was going to become sexually involved were no longer smoky tendrils, but a full-blown cloud of lust. With each movement of her head she was feeling more and more erotically aroused. In sptie of the considerable discomfort she had initially felt when being forced to swallow such a thick bit of masculine gristle, her body was beginning to thrive on what she was doing ... as she had inwardly known all along that it would happen. Her vagina was unleashing a river of lubrication, the inner oils drenching her thighs, the carpeting, everything within reach. As with Ruth, she was feeling a perverse sense of enjoyment.
But each time she had licked Ruth's cunt, Ruth had come, while she, on the verge of an orgasm, had never been able to achieve fulfillment. She didn't want to go through that same torture all over again. Even if the velvety texture of his outer layer of penile skin was smooth and arousing, she had to completely close her mind to it. She had to shut off the tingles within her or else go through another sleepless night as she had undergone that night before graduation.
But even as she tried to fight what she was feeling, her tongue licked vibrantly from side to side, massaging the underside of the phallic lance on which she was sucking. She began to lick all the more strongly against the swollen underside of the weighty cock.
"Aaaannnnnhhhh ... yesssssssss...." the man gasped out, his voice thick with lascivious desire. "You're superb, Amanda. Even though this is your first time, you're better than many professionals. You have a natural ... uuuuunnnnnhhhhh ... aptitude for cocksuckinnnnnnng! Don't stop ... oh Godddddd! That's wonderfulllll ... ummmmmm ... yesssss ... I love it, I love it, I love it...."
He was slamming his thrusting hips vibrantly forward now, and the last little bit of penile length sank solidly into the hotly basting depths of her tantalizingly sucking mouth. The hard, rubbery point was solidly crammed into the center of her clinging pharynx, and her soft, cupid's bow lips were kissing the hairy base as well as his pelvis and the base of his balls, while her straight nose was being scrubbed by pubic hair. But Amanda was no longer thinking about it. She had given up trying to shut off her emotions.
The powerful sandy-haired man moved his cock faster, his belly beginning to twitch. His thighs started shivering and quaking as Amanda tightened her labial hold, sliding her oral lips all the way back until all that was locked against the backs of her front teeth was the man's phallic head. She used the edges of her teeth the littlest bit to catch his corona, and the pressure made the man moan softly. Then she slowly pushed her lovely face forward again, sucking in the full length of his satin-skinned shaft. Her right hand came up between his pulsing thighs, catching his testicles, weighing them, amazed at how heavy they were. Her clinical, analytical mind wondered how it was possible for a man to walk with such boulders dangling between his thighs at all times. They were like weighty golf balls, heavy, bloated, as if filled with the seed they were constantly manufacturing.
By now, Amanda was aware precisely how much pleasure her mouth was giving this man as he continued raping her tightly sucking young mouth. But she was enjoying it almost as much as he, much as she didn't want to admit it. Her vagina was an ocean of heavy viscious fluid, and so much of it was spilling out of her, her knees were resting in a floating pool of the stuff.
Without realizing what she was doing, Amanda reached down with her free hand, moving it between her thighs, and for the first time touched her own erect clitoris. Masturbation was something she had never previously done, but she was afraid this man's self-interest precluded his doing anything to please her once he was satisfied, and she needed to do something to calm the aching flares of lust flashing through her shuddering body. Lord! In spite of all the lubricity filling her womanly interior, she had difficulty fitting her own middle finger into her vaginal tunnel, and it made her wonder how Ruth and gotten her own fingers into her. If it was this hard to fit a slender finger inside, how was it possible for her to accept something as thick as a penis? It didn't occur to her that her membranes were very elastic and capable of streatching a great deal. Nor did she know at this time that the same elasticity that would stretch her, would also make her vagina snap back so that even when she got older, her cunt would seem virgin-tight each time it would be entered. At the moment her vaginal walls, like rubber bands, had snapped tightly around her invading finger. Her kneeling body began shuddering and twitching as she started sliding the finger in and out very slowly, imitating the movements of the pe-nises she had seen on the screen when she had seen that one X-rated film. Desire inside her built to yet a higher plane, making her aware how much farther she had to go before achieving that much-wanted prize known as orgasm.
Thrilling anticipation began charging through her quivering young form, and Amanda found it very difficult to be an analytical critic of herself at a time like this. His weighty penis was continuing to push in and out of her narrow gullet, preventing air from getting in that way. Ambrose's pelvic hair continued tickling her nose, and Amanda kept on caressing his weighty scrotum with one hand while her other hand unashamedly delved into the burning flood locked inside her womanly chamber. The hand fingering his testicles moved carefully, her nails teasing their way through the scrotal hairs as if tracing out each individual wrinkle on the sac, and this added to Ambrose's total delight.
The heavily pulsing phallus continued to shudder, and greater quantities of the colorless fluid seeped from its eye-like hole and washed down her throat, erasing any of the soreness his initial forced entry had caused. The lubrication was a medicinal balm, warm, soothing, coating the gullet, making the phallus slide in and out that much more easily.
Amanda still had to struggle to breathe, flaring her nostrils, bobbing her head back and forth, knowing it was only a matter of seconds before that other fluid, that white stuff came spurting down her throat. She knew what it looked like because in all those X-rated movies the actors had to pull out at the last moment to show they were actually coming, and she saw the way the white blobs would burst from a penile tip, sometimes as oil would gush from the ground, other times like splattering machine gun bullets. She had no idea how it tasted or smelled, but he had insisted when the time came, that she swallow it all, so Amanda assumed other women had done this before her.
Besides, more important than this man's orgasm, at least as far as Amanda was concerned, was her own climax. Though she wasn't overly thrilled about hav ing to swallow the white goo that was going to pulse from his penis, she knew it was the only way to make him stop, if only for the moment, his assault on her. She hoped it had some kind of pleasant taste to it, but she remembered the faces of one or two of the women who had swallowed a little of the white fluid after the man in the film had shot his load against their faces. They didn't seem to care one way or the other about the fluid. They reacted somewhat matter-of-factly.
She sucked harder, draining more of the heavy lubircity oozing from his cock into her gullet, soothing the soreness even more. All the while the hand holding his testicles squeezed and milked them as if trying to force them to surrender the contents of their manufacture while her other hand kept pushing a finger into the narrow strait of her cunt and the heel of that same hand continued massaging the clitoris. The thickness of the oil oozing from his penis seemed, to her, to be much heavier than her own lubrication. She would never have believed a man capable of leaking anything this viscous. It was like heavy mineral oil.
Her ribboned pink lips pressed firmly, stongly around the middle of the rigidly solid, steel-hard phallus, and now, as she sucked with a certain verve and passion, she realized his immensely swollen organ was thickening that much more. What was more, it was getting even harder.
The man's fingers were gripping her bright-red hair, tightly pulling her lovely face closer to him, causing so much pain she was afraid he would rip her hair out by the roots. She shut her mind to the agony for the moment because of the pleasure continuing to charge rampantly through her quivering body. The pleasure was overpowering, far stronger than anything she had felt with Ruth. The blonde woman had been right about one thing, and that was, a good penis was the one thing a woman needed to receive the maximum pleasure. The rampant delight blistering its way through her body was incredible. All that was missing was that ultimate apex, and this time she intended reaching it, even if it meant using her own fingers to do so.
The gasps, the sighs, the quivers coming from Ambrose told Amanda he was definitely under her control at the moment. If she were to stop and make him promise her something-or-other, anything, anything at all, she was certain he would make that promise. But no! She wasn't the type to tease a man this way, not even a man who had done his best to shame her.
Her mind was telling her this was against everything she had ever done before, but she also reasoned that she had never been overly happy the way she had previously lived. Promiscuity had never been part of her life only because she'd had no idea how pleasant it was. Her body was enjoying all this, aching for the pleasure and satisfaction it rightfully deserved, and she knew her body would not relax this time until gratification had been achieved. Though she was still some-what wary of the taste of this man's sperm, she had the feeling at this point that it would arouse her more than anything else, and so she continued bobbing her lovely head while fingering herself.
Ambrose slammed his weighty cock as far into her throat as was humanly possible, which, in his case, was a long way. It was as if he was trying to reach her vagina by way of her belly. This penis was moving more and more rapidly now as he bounced his pelvis in time to the movement of her mouth. Then he suddenly bellowed, "YYYYYA AAAAAN NNNNNG GGG-GGH HHHAAA AAWWWW AAAAAN NNGGGG GGHHHH NNNGGG GGGHHH HH!"
He was spurting, unleashing a heavy river of white fluid down her lovely gullet. Amanda didn't even realize how avidly she drank as she sucked and pulled the white fluid in, drinking it as if it were something really special and she was unable to get enough of it. It was sort of like sour cream, and she continued sucking, pushing her finger into the tightly shuddering vaginal enclosure.
Then Amanda became aware of another sensation, beginning in her throat. His spurting penile head was rubbing against a network of nerves in her gullet, and the pressure of her hand against her clitoris, added to the probing finger in her cunt caused the orgasm for which she had been reaching to finally come down on her, inundating her with one stratified charge of lust after another, and her body stiffened and she clutched his balls all the more tightly as she shrieked out, "GGGGGH HHHHHH WWWWWU UUURRR RRR-HHH HHHLLL LLCCCC HHHWWW WWRRRR MMMMMH HHHAAA UUUUUF FFFCCC CCHHH LLLLLG GGGHHH HHH!"
The orgasm was so intense, she stopped swallowing for a moment, and as a result, when she finally became conscious of what was happening, she found her mouth was overflowing with the white fluid. The combination of sperm, saliva, and oil was seeping from the corners of her mouth even as his thick penis continued shooting into her gullet.
Amanda drank with all the sucking power she was capable of mustering, her finger continuing to slide in and out of her own vagina, the heel of her hand still massaging her clitoris, causing a series of secondary orgasms to charge through her. Her buttocks were tight, and she was aware of snapping muscles in her cunt clamping down on her inserted finger.
She had become a totally depraved woman, and she loved every little bit of it. At no time did she feel the need to excuse herself for enjoying this, and it was this healthy attitude which would sustain her in the days to come.
The penis was no longer rigid, but had turned soft, and then had shrunk, little by little. The scrotal sac began enlarging, just as the balls within had become smaller and smaller. Amanda found her lips working faster around the cock. She wanted it hard again. She wanted to go on sucking it.
Ambrose realized the lovely reahead had a mouth like a leech. She was incredible. He had really gotten lucky with this one.
"You'll have lots of time to do more sucking," he told Amanda, finally freeing his cock from her lips. "But for now, I'm hungry. Suppose you go into my kitchen and whip up some kind of meal."