Chapter 1
Amy loves it everyday; Amy loves it every way; and when she gets it, boy they say, "Amy is the greatest lay."
The child's rhyme ran through her head, causing her to giggle to herself. They'd been whispering that behind her back for years now, but she no longer cared. In less than a week she'd have seen the last of them, God willing. They wouldn't be around to hassle her with their dirty jokes, their grabby hands.
"Freddy, stop that, you promised," she suddenly announced, pulling violently away from the freckled redheaded young man whose deep-blue eyes now opened wide in an annoyed and astonished stare.
"But I thought you liked it. You always said you did," he protested, turning off the air conditioning unit in the car and settling back on the front seat. He reached for the glove compartment, opened it wide and found a crumpled pack of cigarettes. "Want one?" he asked as Amy crossed her arms and glared straight ahead.
"No thanks," she said in a suitably snippy voice, staring at the ghostly reflection her face made in the windshield. The only source of illumination around her came from the glowing dash and the red and burning tip of ash at the end of Freddy's lit cigarette.
"I don't understand what I did wrong, what's gotten into you tonight, really I don't, Amy," he told her, studying her reflection in the windshield, just as she was doing, before turning his eyes back to stare with obvious and heated longing as she sat next to him on the front seat.
She was angry all right, that he could tell. But even with her lips pursed tightly with annoyance, her brows lowered and her eyes more like narrowed slits than her usual big and open saucers, he still couldn't stop thinking of how good she was, what a fantastic time he always had in bed with her, or on the front seat of his car, for that matter, since he was yet to convince her-this evening, that is-to return with him to town and back to his own apartment.
But there was no point in denying that everything about her, just the way she was put together, turned him on, and incredibly so. She was the best ... the juiciest little piece of ass he'd enjoyed in quite some time and now, he didn't want to let her just slip through his fingers without a fight.
"Come on, Amy. What did I do wrong, for God sakes!" he exclaimed, nervously blowing smoke rings up towards the roof of the car.
She glanced over at him and sighed deeply. He was an okay guy, she knew, nice enough in an ordinary mediocre way, though nothing to write home to mother about. Of course, she never wrote letters anyway, preferring to call long distance and reverse the charges.
"You didn't do anything wrong, Freddy, nothing at all," she said in a bored and exasperated voice, slouching down against the seat of the car.
"Then what's the matter? Why didn't you let me continue?" he asked, stabbing out his cigarette in the ash tray near the steering column.
"Go ahead, continue. I won't stop you," she told him, clenching her hands into fists, knowing it was no good, that she still needed it even if she knew Freddy didn't care two shits about who she was or what she felt inside of her.
And she had to admit to herself that he wasn't all that awful, certainly not a fumbler, not particularly awkward or inept in his moves. So when he moved back to her and hungrily pressed his lips against her mouth, she resigned herself to what she knew for sure would soon be taking place.
The front seat of the car was cramped and it didn't go back far enough to make things particularly comfortable. But that too no longer seemed to matter. In fact, even as she felt his tongue wiggling its way between her lips, licking in and out of her mouth, she knew that soon enough, less than seven days in fact, she would have seen the last of Freddy, the last of Delancey State Teacher's College, and the last of raised eyebrows and snickers that had seemingly followed her around school, ever since she'd arrived as a freshman, four years before.
So now, as his eager hands came down to press hotly against the surging outline of her firm and succulent young breasts, she didn't push Freddy aside, as she had done a few minutes before. She couldn't be angry with him, not when she'd come to expect nothing unusual about either his personality or his performance.
Go ahead, do it, anything, you little prick, she said to herself as he kept squeezing and fondling with her jugs, trying to unbutton her blouse to get his hands on her naked and unfettered boobs. She never bothered with a bra, despite what some of the other girls she knew might say or think about that absence of undergarments.
And now, Freddy had little difficulty undoing one mother-of-pearl button after another, pulling her blouse open so that in the dim glow of the illuminated dashboard he could see each firm cone-shaped jug straining forward, capped by taut and distended pink nipples.
These he tweaked with both hands, pulling gently and excitedly and cupping her breasts in his palms so that he could rotate his hands against her boobs. She stirred on the seat and closed her eyes, concentrating on the undeniable pleasure her body was slowly beginning to feel and experience.
She didn't think of Freddy, but associated the pair of hands now glued hotly to her boobs with someone else, a person who figured in all of her dreams, the kind of man who would some day come for her and make her whole and one with herself. But until that happened, the dirty stories about her would continue circulating behind her back, the nasty rhyme would continue to be chanted in fraternity houses and dormitory rooms.
There was no getting away from it, except to get away from school, and in less than a week she would have her diploma and her freedom. At long last, she told herself with a wry little grin, trembling as he slid his face down to lick past her chin and neck, farther still until suddenly she moaned as she felt his warm moist lips sliding over the rounded upsurge of her boobs.
She remembered the television commercial about the freshest girl in town, and how they had made use of that too, referring to her when they talked about it, how she had the most well-used and yet still the freshest snatch on campus, always open for investigation and penetration.
Maybe it was true. Maybe the fact that they called her a nymphomaniac had some bearing to it. But she'd never had problems coming and she remembered reading in one of her general psychology texts that a woman who was promiscuous but never came was a nympho, not someone who was always and invariably able to achieve an orgasm, if not two or three climaxes at one sitting.
Who knows, who the fuck cares, either, she said to herself and kept her eyes tightly shut, moving up and down on the seat and getting off on the way redheaded Freddy was lapping away at her tits, licking each firm fleshy nipple, sucking them up between his lips and then rubbing his firm raspy-edged tongue and the edges of his front teeth along their taut swollen length.
A low-pitched moan of pleasure escaped her lips. Freddy interpreted this to mean that she was loving it, that even though she'd pushed him away before, playing what he thought was just a ridiculous game of hard-to-get, what she really needed was exactly what he wanted and intended to give her.
Nothing could stop him now and he kept at it, stuffing her tits into his mouth, tasting their slightly salty flavor, inhaling the mixtures of scents which came off her body. There was the smell of the floral based perfume she favored, that and the more natural aroma of sweat and feminine musk.
Even as he slid his lips over one swaying jug and then the other, he already had his eager fingers on the hem of her pleated skirt. And when he slowly began to pull it up past the caps of her dimpled knees, Amy made no move to stop him, knowing exactly what would soon be taking place.
She needed it, as much as she always did. If anything, that single moment of release and orgasmic pleasure was worth all the hassles she had to put up with and contend with before it occurred. But what mattered was the climax, that escape from her humdrum reality, a flight into another world where being the freshest girl meant something good and fine, not a term of disrespect and sarcasm.
So she let Freddy do what he wanted with her, knowing that in the end she'd come out on top, the winner, the one who always managed to get her way and come. He fumbled with her skirt and hauled it up around her waist as she swayed in front of him, arching her back and pushing her jugs deep inside of his lapping mouth.
His tongue was one of his best parts and he was learning how to use it, improving his sexual technique and seemingly with each passing second. For the more he worked on her titties, the more turned on she became.
Amy lifted her tight little rump off the seat of the car, just long enough for him to get her skirt up around her waist. It was now bunched up and she spread her legs slightly, feeling the way her pussy was getting hotter and juicier with each successive lap of his probing slurping tongue.
He didn't slide his face down between her legs, not yet at least. With one exploring hand he pressed his fingers down against the damp meaty swelling between her long and supple thighs, feeling the way her fleecy pubic hairs rustled and scratched against the nylon.
He rubbed up and down over the crotch of her bikini briefs, her cunt lips squishing open and shut from the invading pressure of his hand. Oh shit, she's unreal, such a fucking hot little nympho, he thought to himself, so turned on, so hot to get into her panties that he could barely control himself.
Feeling her cunt behind the front of her undies was making him respond as heatedly as Amy was doing. He could feel his cock leaking pre-come, drooling sticky pre-seminal fluid all along the length of his burning shaft. His crotch was damp and sticky, swollen with tumescent excitement. Any second he'd rip his zipper down and haul his pecker out into the open, knowing exactly what to do with it.
But before he even had a chance to pull it out of its painful and throbbing confinement, Amy suddenly reached out with both hands and pressed her fingers down against his shoulders, shoulders that were neither wide and burly nor narrow and chicken-chested. Of medium height and average build, Freddy was neither fat nor skinny and his body responded like a well-trained dog, a welloiled machine, obeying the unspoken command signalled by her fingers.
She pushed him down and smiled to herself, pleased that she would get her way. But that too she always achieved, no matter how aroused or after their own pleasure her dates might be. And Freddy was no exception, obeying her as she pushed him down towards her crotch.
He shifted position on the seat, crouching down and kneeling alongside of her thighs. And then he buried his flushed and eager face right between her supple legs, inhaling the wickedly arousing perfume of her crotch and using his tongue to lap up and down across the jutting outline of her hidden pubic mound.
"That's it, Freddy," she told him. "Dig right on in and eat me out good, you little fool."
He ignored her jibes, not interested in what she really thought of him. He was out for himself, if that hasn't been obvious to you until now, wanting to bury his meaty cock right between her legs. But he knew Amy well enough to understand what she was doing, deriving her own brand of pleasure first before allowing him to take his delight from her succulent young body.
And succulent it most assuredly was, her cunt already juicing up, leaking hot rivulets of oily sap which oozed down along her dilated and gaping cunt furrow. She whimpered with pleasure as she felt his tongue licking up and down the front of her undies, moving right between her cunt flaps.
He even managed to push some of the nylon right between them so as to hit against the very tip of her knobby and wiggling clitoris. "Yes," she panted with growing excitement, "ohh, do it baby, more, suck it, suck me good. Rip my panties off and dig your tongue right inside, hurry, hurry you little cocksucker!"
No girl he'd gone out with, no chick he'd balled in the past, had ever spoken to him like this. None had been half as demanding or sexually insatiable either and Amy's heated words only served to draw him out of himself, to give him a kind of needed confidence as he reached for the top of her panties, able to see where the elastic had become unraveled as it pressed around her hips and waist.
Amy strained forward, pushing her hips towards his mouth and as he pulled off her undies she could already visualize what it would be like having his tongue digging right inside, down into the wet and overheated depths of her juicy box.
"That's it, all the way," she instructed him, not content until her panties were down around her ankles. She leaned forward and pulled them free, tossing them onto the back seat and spreading her legs apart even wider than before.
And as he got ready, he opened his eyes wide and stared with delight. Having seen her cunt before, he still wasn't bored or blase about it, the triangular thicket of dark-blonde fur enticing him as much as it always did. Each twin drooping outer lip was thin and ragged-edged, the folds of flesh irregular as he gripped them with the tips of four fingers.
Then, holding onto their wet and slippery surface, her cunt folds already inundated with her leaking juices, he pried them gently apart and rammed his hot probing tongue right inside. He hit a raw nerve of pleasure and she cried out with delight, pressing his head down and holding it in place.
Freddy couldn't have been more pleased to be of service.
His nose and lips and chin were buried down against her meaty pleasure parts and her cunt gave off a hot musky and spicy scent, one he inhaled as greedily as he now strove to lap up her abundantly flowing vaginal juices.
He slurped and sucked them into his mouth, his tongue digging down between the opening he had made, investigating her reddened and pulpy vulva. And when he found her clit, standing stiffly between her twin minor cunt lips, he didn't think twice or hesitate to suck it right between his lips.
The friction and heat of his lips and tongue against the swollen bud of erectile tissue made her pant all the more excitedly and she bounced up and down on the seat, trying to spread her thighs even wider apart, not content until his tongue was plunging and darting like a wild steed, a bronco bucking in and out of her twat.
Despite her model's figure, long and accentuated, there was a definite fleshiness and voluptuous quality to her body as well. And in particular, she didn't have the bony hips, twin protruding pubic horns, that so many thin girls unfortunately possessed.
Her pubic mound was well padded and plump and the dense foliage of her love nest only served to complement and not camouflage the meaty red flesh of her naked and burning snatch. Freddy's tongue dug deeper inside, hitting against her shuddering vaginal walls.
It triggered an autonomic response, her cunt muscles palpitating against his invading tongue, shuddering and squeezing back and forth like the flapping wings of a butterfly. More juice streamed down to coat his tongue and flow down his throat and Freddy groaned loudly, reaching down with one hand to try to unzip his fly.
His cock couldn't be confined any longer and he fumbled and tore the zipper down, unbuckled his belt, undid the top button of his trousers and pushed his pants down, trying to shove his underpants down at the same time.
"Not yet you won't," she warned him, slapping his hand aside, not about to let him get away so quickly or easily. "Just keep licking, Freddy my boy. I'll tell you when I'm ready, not before."
She enjoyed putting him down this way, not liking his impatience, something she saw as selfish and greedy. After all, she was eventually going to give him what he wanted, so there was no reason in the world that he couldn't be a little more giving and cooperative as well.
Suitably rebuffed, his cheeks stinging with embarrassment for being put down, Freddy nevertheless continued where he'd left off. He slid his hand back and splayed her cunt lips back apart, his darting tongue now moving at a quick surging rate, pistoning and plunging in and out of her gaping hole. The heat of her box made him pant and he kept at it, knowing better than to stop.
Amy was getting off on his cunnilingual technique. Her ass bounced up and down on the front seat and she glanced down between her legs, ignoring his carrot-colored hair, watching the way he was pressing his freckled face flush against her box. Her muff was burning, tingling with the pleasure she was feeling. Each time he drove his tongue deep inside to invade her cunt, she thought that everything was coming in on her, her body rippling as if it was being buffeted by waves.
"Oh do it, more. That's it, lick, lick my cunt, Freddy. Use your fingers now, plus your tongue. Oh that's it, stick it right inside, perfect, perfect," she cooed as he slipped his index finger down into place, right alongside of his probing tongue.
The dual pressure, the twin sensations of his wet fleshy tongue and long bony probing finger, only added immeasurably to her own pleasure. She swayed up and down, using her cunt muscles to their best advantage, feeling a climax rearing up at the back of her pussy like a miniature tidal wave about to flow down the entire length of her vaginal canal and burst out into the open with explosive inundating force.
It was time, she knew and she let go of his head then and pulled him forward. "Just sit back. You know how it's done, I hope," she giggled, swiveling around so that Freddy was able to take her place as she sat, at least temporarily and for the moment, behind the steering wheel.
He didn't waste much time after that.
The order having been given, he tore at his trousers and underwear, shucking them both down as far as he could, past his knees until they were bunched up confiningly but not annoyingly so around his ankles.
Amy glanced over at him and shuddered as the young man pulled his sweater and shirt up, tugging at them and twisting them tightly around his chest and armpits. And then she giggled, as she always did when she found herself staring at his reddish-haired crotch. Somehow, the color of his pubic hair amused her, looking rather startling and out of place, his boner arching up stiffly out of a forest of wiry reddish-hued body hair.
Freddy, needless to say, didn't appreciate her sarcasm. But he wasn't about to complain, either, knowing that he was finally going to get his rocks off, and the best way there was, as well. So now he looked at her, his eyes wide and questioning, one hand wrapped like a security blanket around the base of his swollen tool.
"Freddy wants to fuck me, doesn't he?" she asked, sitting there with her legs spread and her cunt looking at him so invitingly he began to blush as he nodded his head vigorously up and down.
Laughing once again, Amy moved back into position. Freddy pushed the seat back as far as he could to give them both more leg room. Then, she scampered onto his lap, resting her tight little ass against the tops of his thighs, his cock rising up and rubbing right against the dilated and gaping furrow of her pussy.
It felt as hot as her muff and the sudden pressure, the friction between cock and cunt, made her tremble with excitement. She knew what she wanted, what he wanted from her as well, and now she wasn't about to disappoint either of them.
Wiggling against his ass, she finally slid up and leaned forward, bracing herself with her hands flat against the padded dashboard. He reached down and took hold of his cock once again, trying to maneuver the rounded glans right between her cunt lips.
Amy swayed hotly and glanced down, watching the way he was trying so desperately to cram his hose into place. And when he didn't succeed as effortlessly as she would have liked, she pushed his hand aside and did it for him.
Inclining forward she thrust back down, trying to trap his glans into place. A second backward motion did the trick and she knew, an instant before she felt it entering her, that she had made contact. For at that split-second, Freddy vaulted towards her, crying out with excitement.
"More, please, all of it, Amy," he whispered, breathing hotly down her neck, swaying back and forth and pushing his cock forward.
She thrust back down and watched it slipping slowly into place, spreading her cunt lips wider apart. It was not the easiest position to achieve, but certainly the most comfortable one in light of their surroundings, for the car gave them rather limited room to move.
And the more she leaned away from him, the deeper his cock slid inside of her. She could feel his balls rubbing deliciously against her bum furrow and she squeezed her thighs together, capturing the base of his cock and exerting even more stimulating pressure.
And then he wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her pelvis back, making her stroke so that she was riding his dick, panting as it finally slid as deeply as it could inside of her. Yes, now it's okay, she thought to herself, feeling his cock-shaft rubbing hotly along her cunt walls, making her pussy shudder and tremble in response.
He sucked on the nape of her neck and kept bouncing back and forth, pulling her back towards his hairy crotch. The tops of his thighs scratched the cheeks of her ass and then his hands slid higher to squeeze and toy with her tits, tweaking and pulling on her hot stiff nipples and causing Amy to groan with undeniable excitement.
"Yes, move, move it," she moaned, pushing down and meeting his frenzied cock-strokes halfway. She kept her eyes glued between her legs, getting turned on merely by watching the way his penis slid in and out of her gaping snatch.
Each successive stroke made her more aroused and she felt her cunt burning from the relentless pressure, his tireless performance pleasing her to no end. Back and forth they moved, rocking on the seat, moaning and clawing at each other.
Amy was going to get off, and in no time at all, feeling the way his cock was stuffed inside of her but somehow, wishing there was more, wanting to be really stuffed as no one had yet been able to do for her. So she had to accept Freddy's equipment, his cock of average size and thickness.
It still did the trick, even if it wasn't a huge well-hung piece of meat, capable of pounding up inside of her shuddering muff, and soon enough triggering the first of what promised to be several orgasms, one following another in quick and potent succession.
"Yes, now, oh fuck do it, more, pound it into me, yes, play with my tits, too," she panted, crying out as her climax came over her and a fresh gush of sap coated his dick.
Her cunt muscles fibrillated against the sides of his surging boner and as Freddy felt her getting off, he redoubled his efforts, rubbing up against her, loving the way her ass tickled his nuts and her pussy seemed to clutch like a hand around the entire stiff and burning length of his rigid boner.
"Oh more, more, fuck me, fuck the shit out of me!" she screamed out, wailing into the night as his dick moved up and down, rubbing hotly and energetically along her throbbing cunt walls. Her climax made her skin glow, suffused with red and she was breathless as she whistled between her clenched teeth and flowed with the electricity of her orgasmic pleasure.
Behind her, Freddy was almost there as well, about to let loose his own brand of erotic bliss. He heaved his joint as deep as he could, leaning against her and moaning as he felt his nuts rubbing and frictioning along her damp and sweaty anal furrow. Any second he was going to get off and he tried even harder, jarring against her and pounding in and out of her juicy twat.
Cunt juice dripped down onto the seat of the car, making her crotch and his groin wet and slippery. Their flesh rubbed against each other, coated with a thin liquid layer and she was coming a second time when she felt Freddy stiffening behind her.
"Yes, do it, shoot, shoot it into me!" she yelled, squeezing her vaginal muscles as tightly as she could as he heaved forward and stopped moving, knowing that the moment he had long awaited was finally at hand.
Nothing, nothing at all, could stop him now that he had reached the point of no return. His wild cries deafened her and he clawed at her tits and flung her down against his all but naked body, stiffening and convulsing as she felt the first hot gobbets of semen pouring up into her stuffed and twitching pussy.
It was hot and gooey and she loved that as much as everything else about getting balled, feeling his cock shuddering, ejaculating one thick wad after another. Come splashed and sprayed inside of her pussy, denching her vaginal walls and then oozing down to cover his dick and her cunt with sticky milky-white cream.
She kept working her muscles again and again, nipping and milking his throbbing cock-shaft, feeling him panting and burning against her. And when the last ejaculation shot through him and the final dribble of cream splattered against her muff, he sank against her, pressing his head along her back and shoulders as he gasped for breath.
Amy leaned forward, panting too, trying to pull her head together. Her legs ached from the cramped position they had been forced to assume, though it was actually her fault, since she hadn't wanted to make a big deal and go back to his apartment.
This way, they'd both gotten what they wanted and now she wanted to get back to her room at the dorm, take a nice hot shower and forget she had ever met Freddy in the first place. He'd served his purpose, just like so many young men in the past had done.
And that, in a nutshell, was the crux of her self-annoyance and displeasure. For more than anything, or perhaps as much as she needed to come, Amy Witney needed to be with a man who turned her on. And that meant in bed, as well as out.