Training Amanda Part 1
I am six feet tall and 200 pounds, white and proud of it. Although I do
a manual job I am in constant contact with the public and I have plenty of
opportunity to keep my eye on the talent. Sometimes the girls are there
for the taking and sometimes it takes longer and more planning.
I had been watching this girl for some time so that I knew all her
movements. The more careful you are, the longer you can enjoy your fun.
She was a schoolgirl, about fourteen or fifteen with long blonde hair
reaching nearly to her waist that she usually wore either in a ponytail or
loose over her shoulders. She had nice long legs and looked as though she
was an athlete, runner or something. Although not huge her tits were very
reasonably sized for her age. She wore a typical school uniform. maroon
school blazer, white blouse with a tie, plaid skirt just about knee length,
and maroon knee-high socks. As it was summer she wore a straw hat,
boater-style. She had a very young innocent-looking face, very pretty with
big trusting blue eyes and a neat turned-up nose.
This was a choice piece and I knew that I should have to arrange things
so that I could take my time with her or it would all be wasted. I watched
her and her family for some time. She had a younger sister, about eight,
and every Saturday morning her mother, not a bad-looking bitch herself,
took the kid out for about four hours leaving at about nine o'clock. As
the husband was often away for days at a time this seemed ideal. I
followed the mother and the kid on two Saturday mornings to the local
ice-rink where they stayed for about three hours. When I checked I found
that the kid was having skating lessons after which they went for a burger
and then shopping. I could count on the house being empty for at least
three hours with some margin for safety provided that the father was away.
Although the girl often went out on Saturday morning she usually stayed at
home, although sometimes her friends came to visit. That might not be so
bad.
After watching for a while I got the father taped. I knew that if he
went away on Thursday he would not be back until Tuesday. I now had
everything ready. I would wait for a weekend when the father was away and
hide in the garden. This was overgrown with plenty of good places. I had
checked the doors in the middle of the night and the locks on the French
windows opening into the garden were easy. Once the mother and the kid
left I would be straight in the French windows and I would have three hours
clear to enjoy myself and to alter that girl's life for good. It is not
enough to frighten these teenagers. You have to leave them something to
remember the occasion by!
I collected all my gear, a silk scarf and a couple of things that I
would need for the end of the entertainment in a small bag and the next
Saturday that the father was away I hid in the garden around six am. Sure
enough, at about nine fifteen I heard the front door close and I could see
the mother and the kid getting into the car. I knew that my girl was in
alone because I heard her calling "Good-bye" as they left and none of her
friends had called. Ideal!!!
Without waiting I broke the lock on the door of the French windows and
slipped into the lounge, closing the doors behind me. The curtains were
drawn so I was completely hidden. I waited for a moment listening -
nothing. I peeped out and the room was empty. I quickly slid across the
room until I was behind the door and waited. I could hear her upstairs and
I could see through the crack in the door into the hall and kitchen.
Rather than chase her round the house I decided to wait. I heard her come
downstairs and go into the kitchen. From where I was I had a good view.
She clearly thought that she was going out!! She was wearing a yellow sun
dress just above knee-length with a rather low neckline which buttoned down
the front as far as the waist and then flared out loosely over the hips ,
dark stockings (I hoped, but I expected them to be tights), dark shoes with
quite a high heel. She had not picked up a coat. Her hair was tied in a
neat ponytail. She had clearly taken a lot of care with her make-up and
she looked two or three years older than I thought her to be. The only
jewellery she was wearing were small gold stud ear-rings, a gold cross on a
thin chain around her neck and a watch with a thin gold strap.
She got herself a drink from the fridge and wandered through into the
lounge. That was when her life changed for ever! In an instant I was on
her. I had taken the silk scarf from my pocket earlier and used it as a
gag so that all she could get out were frightened squeaks. From past
experience I knew how things go now. You either have to frighten them with
a weapon, like a knife, or you do something else. I don't like using a
knife because it occupies your hands and you have a physical domination
which always seems less satisfactory than purely mental control. For me,
sex with these teenagers is not enough. I want to get inside their heads
as well as their bodies and change them for ever. She was struggling and
squeaking in my arms. I could feel the firm contours of her young body
writhing against me. I had her with her back to me and she was, without
realising it pressing her round young arse into my prick. I had not
touched her tits, I was holding her around the waist. I let her struggle
for a moment longer and then, in one movement, I swung her round so that
she was facing me and I slapped her hard across the face and threw her down
so that she was sitting on the settee. She immediately tried to get up so
I slapped her again, this time on the other side, back down. I did not
want to damage the goods so although these were hard slaps they were with
my open hand, designed to hurt and frighten her, not to damage her. I knew
from past experience that this was the important time. If I could get the
upper hand now, I could do what I liked with no need for a weapon. She
looked up at me with her baby-blue eyes wide above the gag. She was
clearly terrified and continued making squeaky mewing noises but did not
try to get up again. She seemed too scared even to cry which was all right
by me, for now and it was time for the final move.
"I know that we are going to be alone for the next three hours" I said,
"so there is no use bull-shitting me. If you make the slightest noise, I
will kill you and I will wait until your mother and sister come back and I
will do them as well. I know that your father is away and if anyone calls,
we will not answer the door. Do you understand?" She nodded, tears in her
big blue eyes. This was the critical time
"I am going to take the gag out now, if you make the slightest noise, or
if you move then you know what will happen. Do you understand?" She did
not answer but looked with mute appeal in her terrified eyes. I slapped
her again, left and right. Not hard this time but just to frighten her and
to concentrate her mind. The work was already done. "Do you understand?".
She nodded. "OK, I'm taking the scarf off. Just you sit there quiet and
only speak if I ask you to. Do you understand?" She nodded again.
For the first time since I threw her down I became aware of her tits.
They were much bigger than I had thought. They were heaving with anxiety
as she gulped air and tried to calm herself. For a girl of her age she had
a decent cleavage and I could see the tops of both tits as I stood over
her. This was going to be good!! I took the scarf out of her mouth and put
it back in my bag and watched her, ready to quieten her if she made any
noise but everything had gone well. She looked up at me in mute terror and
I knew that I had her. I sat down beside her and she shrank away from me.
I let her go for the moment.
"Right, we are going to have a little chat". I still was not touching
her but I could feel her trembling. "What is your name and how old are
you?" She had several tries to get words out but eventually, in just above
a whisper, she said, "Amanda. I'm fifteen" "And are you called Mandy at
home?" I asked. "No, my mum doesn't like that, she always calls me
Amanda". "What about your sister and mother, what are their names?" This is
all a way of getting inside her head. "My sister is called Julie, she is
nine and my mum's name is Joanne" she said. She seemed to be calming down
a little, perhaps all she thought that I wanted to do was to talk!! I
began to put on the pressure a bit. She was sitting as far away from me as
she could and her hands were clenched into fists. I could still feel her
trembling. "Come over here by me" I snapped, " Put your hands by your
sides and relax."
Reluctantly she slid along the sofa until she was sitting close to me
but not touching me. She opened her hands and rested them on the cushions
beside her plump young thighs, quite a lot of which I could see as her
dress had ridden up. "Do you have a boy-friend, Amanda?" I asked. She
blushed and looked down into her lap - where I was also looking at her
thighs. "Well - do I have to show you again what happens if you don't
answer me politely?" "I do. He goes to the school next door to mine" she
whispered. "What is his name?" She blushed again and whispered "Tim".
"How old is he and how long have you been going out with him?" "He is
fifteen and we have been seeing one another for about six months".
She was getting used to the situation and becoming too relaxed. It was
time to step things up a bit. "And does Tim think that you have a nice
figure, Amanda?" She flushed the deepest red yet. I could see the colour
going from her cheeks to her shoulders and to the upper part of her chest.
This was excellent!!! She was clearly a very shy and demure girl, just the
kind I like and on whom I am prepared to take trouble. How different her
future was going to be! She didn't answer. "Amanda, I asked you a
question. This is your last warning" I said sharply. She did not look at
me. With her eyes fixed in her lap she whispered, "He has said he likes
me". "I didn't ask you that. Does he like your figure?" "He has never
said, but I think so" she murmured.
"I think that it's time that I saw your figure, don't you?" I asked.
She looked horrified. "What are you going to do? she whispered. "You
just do as I tell you and it will all be OK. You remember what happens if
you don't?" I felt her shudder.
"Stand up and face me" I ordered. This was a critical point. If she
was sufficiently cowed she would do as she was told. Otherwise I should
need to get rough. I watched her carefully. She reluctantly got to her
feet and turned to face me. She instinctively pulled her dress down and
clearly did not know then what to do with her hands. I leisurely looked
over her young form. She had a surprisingly mature shape for a fifteen
year old. Her upper chest swelled out to a pair of very nice tits and then
narrowed to a trim waist before broadening out to surprisingly wide hips.
She had neatly shaped calves and ankles, outlined by the rather high heels
she was wearing. From where I was sitting, looking up at her, I could
partly see up the loose skirt of her yellow dress to the start of rather
plump childish-looking thighs. I made her wait, enjoying her blushes and
her acute anxiety. I could see her trembling. I indicated for her to turn
round. I knew that by now she was too cowed to run. Her will was broken,
and I had hardly done anything! She slowly turned so that her back was to
me and I took my time looking at her. Her finely-spun blonde hair hung
nearly to her waist, down the middle of her very straight back. From her
narrow waist there was a distinct swell to her arse. She had very meaty
cheeks for a girl of her age! Time to move on ... "Pull up the skirt of
your dress to your waist and hold it there" She gave a loud sob but did not
move.
"This is your last warning" I said, putting as much quiet menace into my
voice as I could. She gave a start and, putting her hands behind her
slowly ruffled up the back of her dress until she was holding the hem which
she lifted to her waist. She was not wearing a slip but I could see white
panties inside her dark sheer tights. I could see the contours of her
meaty young arse gloriously outlined by the dark material. Her thighs were
nice and plump still padded with puppy fat going down to nicely dimpled
creases behind her knees. I just sat and looked at her, watching her
trembling. "OK, let go of your dress and turn round". She dropped her
dress quickly and turned slowly. "Now, look me in the eyes and don't look
away. Lift your dress so that I can see the front of you". She sobbed
again and for the first time a tear rolled down her cheek. She pulled at
the front of her dress until she could reach the hem and slowly lifted it
to mid-thigh, keeping her eyes on mine all the time. "Right to your waist,
I said. Get it up there and hold it still". She lifted the hem and stood,
trembling, looking me in the eyes and blushing. Her legs looked just as
trim from the front but I was more interested in her cunt. I could not see
any evidence of pubic hair through her clothes but I could see the outline
of her cunt-lips and a very pronounced pubic mound. I made her stand while
I inspected her at my leisure.
"Now, drop your hem, step back and bend right forward with your hands on
your knees. I want to see your tits". She obeyed without delay and I
stood up, looking right down her dress. I could see where her dress fell
away from her body leaving a very nice pair of tits dangling encased in a
smooth white bra. Her gold cross swung gently in the deep cleft between
her firm young tits. I could see right down her cleavage to the
indentation of her belly button. Although still afraid, she was beginning
to relax again and her blushes were subsiding. Clearly it was time to move
on. I sat down on the settee and motioned for her to sit beside me.
"Now we are going to talk about you and Tim" I said. "I want you to
tell me the things that you do together". She gave a loud sob and looked
at the floor in front of her. "I can't" she whispered. "I think that you
will find that you can" I chuckled. "Let's start easily, has he ever
kissed you? And don't even begin to think about lying or I shall know" "We
kiss when people are not about" she said quietly "I feel shy if I think
that people can see us". Excellent, I thought - just the right type.
"When you kiss Tim do you French kiss - and don't pretend that you don't
now what I mean?" She began to blush profusely again. This was too easy.
"I have never French kissed anyone" she said quietly. "Has Tim ever
touched your breasts?" She looked shocked and took a long while to answer.
"Of course he hasn't, he respects me too much".
This was just over the top. A fifteen year old virgin who had never
French kissed a boy and who had never been felt, even outside her clothes.
There was no point in my asking if she had even thought of touching Tim's
prick. The answers to a lot of questions were written in her blushes.
However I thought that I would ask her anyway just to humiliate her. There
was a long silence and she whispered "I have never touched a boy's private
part before". "Right", I thought, "time to put a stop to this"
"You are going to be learning a lot of new things this morning Amanda
and the first lesson is that you call things by their right names. A boy's
private part is his prick - now what is it called?" "His prick", she
quavered quietly. "We might as well learn the names of the other important
places and get it over with" I said. I pointed at her tits. "What are
these?". "Mmmmyyy breasts" she stammered. "No" I shouted, frightening her
again, "they are your tits and you are sitting on your arse. Now you say
it, touching the places". This was good. She gently touched her left
nipple and said "These are my tits, and I am sitting on my arse". "And
what do you call the place between your legs?" She buried her head in her
hands and started sobbing. I wound her pony-tail in my hand and steadily
pulled until she was sitting upright again. "If you do that again", I
said, "I will slap you. Now, answer the question". For a moment it looked
as though she wasn't going to be able to get the words out but she gave a
loud sob and said "My vagina". I laughed. "We can't call it that", I
said, "what to the girls call it at school?". "Some girls call it their
pussy" she said with the deepest blush yet. "OK", I said, "You put your
hands between your legs and touch it" She gingerly put her right hand down
over her dress and rested it on her pubic mound. "That is your cunt" I
said, "let me hear you say it". "My cunt", she whispered.
She moved her hand as though her cunt was red hot and sat leaning back
on the sofa with her hands clasped at her waist. Although this outlined
her tits nicely it was not as submissive as I wanted. "Put your hands by
your sides like I told you before" I growled. She leapt to obey and I
could see that I clearly had her under control. Time to move on.
There was a nice big upholstered armchair beside the settee which was
just right for my purposes. It was also a chance to demonstrate my control
and to see if more was required. I got up and moved over and sat down in
the armchair and just looked at her. She looked down at the floor in front
of her. "Amanda, look me in the eyes". She raised terrified baby-blue
eyes to mine. "I want a drink. That looks like a cocktail cabinet. Why
don't you get me a whisky?". She jumped to her feet, ran to the cabinet
and poured me a generous drink. "Bring it over here, sweetheart, it is
time we got better acquainted" I said. She got the drink and brought it to
me with reluctant steps. I took it from her and left her standing in front
of me while I put the drink down on a small table beside me. I fixed my
eyes on hers and just looked at her. She began to tremble and to blush
again. I reached out and took her hand and gently drew her towards me. "I
think that it would be nice if you sat on my knee, don't you?" I asked.
She shuddered and shook her head violently. "Do it" I snapped, "that was
not a question". I drew her onto my knee and settled her firm young arse
against me with her legs to my left and my right arm around her. I told
her to put one arm round my neck and I took hold of her other hand. I had
still not touched her sexually and yet she was blushing from her hairline
to the neckline of her pretty summer frock and trembling violently. I
could feel my prick getting hard against her arse and she must have been
able to feel it too. This increased her trembling. I looked into her
baby-blue eyes and a tear rolled down her cheek.
"You are a very pretty girl, Amanda" I said "far too good to waste on a
fifteen year old schoolboy". This is where I got my surprise. I thought
that I had broken her spirit but she suddenly started to struggle. I let
go of her hand and took her bottom jaw in my left hand and slowly squeezed.
She began to sob. "If you struggle, or put up any kind of resistance at
all, I am going to slap you hard. Would you like to lose some teeth?" She
looked horrified and tried to shake her head but I was holding her jaw.
"Are you going to behave?" I asked. She desperately tried to nod. I let
go of her jaw and took her hand again. I could see the marks of my fingers
on her face imprinted on the blush. They slowly began to fade. "Now that
we understand one another, it is time to get to know one another better" I
said.
"I want you to kiss me the way that you and Tim kiss" I said. She was
now beginning to look more resigned and her burst of spirit may have been a
good thing as it seemed to have finished off her resistance. She raised
her lips to mine and closed her eyes. I felt the featherlight touch of a
teenaged girl's soft lips caressing mine. My prick began to swell more.
This girl was something special. She kissed clumsily and was clearly
unpractised. I had no reason to doubt that her experience was as limited
as she had described. I let her kiss me and made no effort to force the
pace. She obviously was not going to proceed so I withdrew my lips and
looked at her. Her baby-blue eyes looked back at me and there was the
first faint sheen of perspiration on her forehead.
"That was a little girl's kiss" I mocked. "You are old enough to be
able to kiss better than that. Just relax, keep your eyes open and look
into mine". She was sitting slumped on my lap and I could feel the
fullness of her left breast against my chest. I put my right arm round her
and gently rested it on her side just above her waist. I lowered my lips
to hers and looked into her eyes. I began to kiss her more strongly,
moving my lips on hers. Her eyes widened as she felt my tongue touch her
lips. I slowly moved my tongue forward until her mouth slightly opened and
I then kissed her more firmly and put my tongue between her teeth until it
met her little tongue. I held her firmly and gradually began to explore
her mouth. Her eyes were wide as she moved uncertainly on my knee. I
persisted, taking charge, as this was the first in a long series of steps
to complete sexual domination. She was clearly uncomfortable with the
intimacy of the kiss, never having done anything like that before, but I
just carried on. The sooner she realised that she was there to serve my
requirements the better. I finally took my lips from hers and looked into
her eyes. She was breathing deeply and I could see her breasts heaving.
"Well, Amanda" I asked, "Did you enjoy that? Was it better than kissing
Tim?" She shuddered on my lap sending delicious waves into my prick and
balls. "I hated it" she said quietly "It was dirty and disgusting". I
laughed. "What a baby you are" I said. "Now I want you to kiss me like
that. That is the way a woman kisses a man." She shuddered, looked into my
face and knew that resistance was hopeless. She raised her lips to mine
and closed her eyes. I halted her. "Open your eyes Amanda, I want you
always to look into my eyes when you are kissing me". She opened her eyes
and fixing them on mine, raised her lips to mine. I waited for her tongue
and, sure enough I felt it tentatively brush my lips. I opened my lips and
sucked her tongue into my mouth. Again I explored her mouth and tongue
and, at my leisure looked into her very soul and saw the fear there. She
had good reason to be frightened. She began to pant into my mouth and I
broke the kiss to let her recover. She slowly began to calm down. I still
had hold of her right hand with my left and by right hand was on her side
just above her waist. I let her relax a little and then gave her the next
surprise.
"Amanda, I want you to tell me what you are wearing under your dress" I
said quietly. She looked shocked. I could, of course, have just made her
undress or undressed her but I wanted to humiliate her as much as possible.
There was a long pause and she looked confused and miserable. "Amanda,
describe your undies to me. I won't ask you again". There was a pause and
she looked down at the floor. "I have told you before, and this is your
last warning. When you are kissing me or speaking to me, you look into my
eyes". She rapidly raised her eyes to mine and mumbled "I am wearing a
bra, tights and panties under my dress". I looked into her eyes. "That is
not a very good description. In future if I ask you something I don't want
to go over it twice. I want complete descriptions, do you understand? Now
I want you to tell me exactly what your underwear is like and I won't ask
you again". In an almost mechanical voice she said,
"My bra is white with a bit of lace on the edges. It is a 34C cup size.
My panties are white with little blue flowers around the legs and my tights
are dark and as sheer as I could afford". "There you are" I said, "That
wasn't so hard was it?" She shuddered. I took a drink of whisky and
considered my next move. Too quick would be too crude and this girl was
worth taking time over.
"Now, Amanda, you said that Tim has never felt your tits" I said. She
blushed violently "Yes" she whispered. "Has anyone ever touched your
tits?". There was a pause and then a very quiet "No". I had to consider
what to do next. It would be easy to tear off her clothes and fuck her
senseless but I had the feeling that this would mean missing out on an
awful lot with this girl. While I was thinking I lowered my lips to hers
and, looking deep into her eyes, began to kiss her. This was the most
thorough kiss yet. I explored her mouth and gums with my tongue, raping
her virgin mouth. I stopped both when her terrified panting began to
transmit itself to my prick and when I had decided what to do.
Holding her left hand tightly I moved my right hand slowly up her side
until it was just touching the lower border of her right tit. I looked
deeply into her eyes and moved my hand up on to her breast. She gave a
deep gasp and went rigid. I was delighted. If touching her tit over her
clothes had this effect I was in for one hell of a morning. Her tit was a
beautiful handful of springy girl flesh. There is nothing sweeter than a
teenaged girl's newly-developed tits. I could feel her little nipple in
the palm of my hand through what must have been a very thin bra. Holding
her hand firmly I began to gently knead her tit as I looked into her eyes.
The perspiration beaded her forehead and I could see a deep cloud of shame
in her baby-blue eyes. She was holding her breath. "Kiss me, Amanda" I
commanded. She raised her lips to mine and I began to deeply French kiss
her as I looked into her eyes and luxuriously felt her springy virginal
tit. This was the best yet. I broke the kiss and looked down at her. She
was a sea of red from the roots of her hair down into her dress. It was
time to see more of that.
"Sit still and do not move" I ordered. I took my arm from around her
and let her support herself with her right arm around my neck. This left
my hands free. Using both hands I reached for the top button of her dress
and unfastened it. She gave a loud gasp "Please don't" she whimpered. I
just smiled and slowly continued unfastening her dress until I reached the
end of the row of buttons at her waist. I drew her dress apart and looked
at her exposed flesh. She was not very brown and the whiteness of her bra
was outstanding. I could see the indentations of her small nipples through
the thin material. As she was sitting slumped the slight folds of puppy
fat of her belly were visible with the cute indentation of her belly-button
above her tights. I drew her to me again and, putting my arm round her,
kissed her deeply. She had clearly learnt her lesson as her eyes snapped
up and looked into mine. I moved my hand on to her right tit and began to
feel her through her bra. She gave a loud sob thorough the kiss. I just
ignored her and carried on exploring her mouth and feeling her luscious
breast. She gave another sob. I broke the kiss and let her recover,
keeping my hand on her tit. Her sobbing breathing slowly returned to
normal.
"OK, Amanda, I think we can lose the dress now, don't you?" She looked
miserably into my eyes as I pushed her to her feet. I had unfastened all
the buttons and as it was loose around the waist as she stood the dress
fell to the floor around her feet. I lay back in the armchair and smiled
at the fifteen year old virgin trembling in front of me. She looked
incredibly erotic in just her white bra and dark tights and high-heeled
shoes. I motioned to her and she reluctantly settled back on my lap in her
previous position. I put my right arm round her, under her armpit and
straight on to her breast. She gasped and moaned gently. As I sat feeling
the trembling young blonde I thought that it was time to humiliate her
further.
"Tell me, Amanda, what do you wear when you go to bed?" She looked at me
uncertainly, unsure where this was going but clearly afraid. "I have a
nylon nightie in the summer and pyjamas for the winter" she said quietly.
"And when your daddy comes to kiss you goodnight, do you think that he sees
your tits?". She gave a loud gasp of shock and took her arm from round my
neck and covered her face with both hands. I said, quietly and with menace
"You know better than that. Put your arm back round my neck and take hold
of the hand that isn't feeling your pretty tit". She gasped and obeyed
without question. "I think that Daddy must get plenty of views of your
pretty tits when you are in your nightie before you go to bed. Does he
ever see you in your underwear?" She nodded bleakly. "Come to think of it,
even though you are fifteen, you are still your Daddy's girl. Do you sit
on his lap the way you are on mine now only in your little nightie?" She
looked crushed, clearly it had never occurred to her that I would ask her
that. "Yes" she whispered. "And can you feel your daddy's prick under
your arse the way you feel mine now?" "No" she whispered. "You little
liar", I thought, "but I'll let that one pass". "Perhaps his prick isn't
as big as mine" I laughed. "Does your Daddy brush your tits "accidentally
on purpose" when you are cuddling up in your nightie?" I asked cruelly.
"No" she gasped in horror. It was time to leave this alone and to move on.
I moved her on my knee so that she was sitting with her back to me and
her legs open astride mine as though she was sitting on a pony. This was
the best position for my next moves. I flicked her pony-tail aside and
began to kiss the back of her neck. She relaxed back against me, perhaps
finding this position less threatening as she did not have to look at me. I
moved my hands under her arms and put them straight on to her breasts. She
gave a loud gasp and stiffened. I just ignored her and continued to knead
the fullness of her delicious young flesh through her thin bra. This was
the first time I had been able to feel both tits and they were wonderful
handfuls. They were surprisingly big and as
firm as one would expect a teenager's breasts to be. Although I could feel
her little nipples in the palm of each hand I could not feel them becoming
erect. Her breathing was becoming easier and she was possibly becoming
more accustomed to being felt.
"Don't dare move" I whispered into her ear. She began to tremble, not
knowing what to expect next. I could feel perspiration from her armpits on
both my forearms as they stretched round her. She was clearly very
frightened and sweating with fear. She had good reason. Keeping my left
hand on her tit I moved my right hand slowly down across her stomach gently
feeling the puppy fat until I came to her belly-button. I inserted the tip
of my finger and she gave a loud gasp. I gently squeezed all over her
stomach above the line of her tights, just letting her know that her body
was mine to do as I pleased. I moved both hands down to her thighs and
began to slowly rub up and down the inner parts of her thighs from just
above her knee to just below her cunt, which I was careful not to touch. I
found the feel of the nylon tights very sensual on my hands and I grasped
the inner parts of both thighs gently. She was panting gently. "Turn
round and kiss me Amanda" I commanded quietly. With the suppleness of
youth she turned on my knees and reluctantly offered her lips. I gave her
another deep kiss while I was holding the inner part of her thighs just
below her cunt. I could feel her panty-line on my thumbs, I was that
close. I took my lips from hers and looked into her eyes.
"Time to lose the bra, I think" "Please, no" she whined although I
should have thought that she would have realised by now that begging and
pleading was hopeless. I just ignored her and, removing my hands from her
thighs unfastened the catch of her bra. It fell forward loosely on her
arms. "Take it off" I ordered. She dropped it from her arms to the floor.
I took hold of her pony-tail and pulled her back so that her back was
resting against my chest and put my hands under her arms again, straight on
to her bare tits. I could see the blush extending over her shoulders as I
thoroughly felt her breasts. I gently squeezed them with the palms of my
hands and then took the nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. Amanda
gave a loud gasp. I did not want to hurt her (yet) so I gently pulled on
her nipples but I could not get them to erect. I moved her round again on
my lap so that she was sitting sideways with her arm around my neck. I
lowered my mouth to her tit and took the nipple between my lips. Amanda
gave a great shudder "No" she gasped "you mustn't do that!". I gently
began to suck her nipple, teasing it with my teeth. As not much was
happening, I sucked harder and at last I began to feel the nipple erecting.
She began to breathe heavily and the flush extended over her tits. I moved
to the other tit and repeated the performance. By now Amanda's eyes were
staring wide open and she was taking great gulps of air. I moved from one
tit to the other until the nipples were erect. As I doubt if she had ever
played with herself this was probably the first time in her life that this
had happened to her. She had nice protruding nipples, once they had been
encouraged - just right for what I had in mind for later. I fastened my
mouth on hers again and looking deeply into her, now cloudy, blue eyes I
gave her a very thorough French kiss while I felt her tit with her
newly-erected nipple. I just sat for a moment looking into her defeated
eyes while I felt her and drank my whisky. "Time for a change of scene and
a little more humiliation" I thought". "Amanda, can't you see that I have
finished my drink? Don't you think that it would be polite to get me
another one?"
She climbed off my lap and walked slowly to the cocktail cabinet. I
admired the outline of her firm young thighs clearly delineated by the
sheer tights and her cute little arse, stuck out a little as a result of
the high heeled shoes. When she had poured my drink she turned and came
back towards me I watched her tits bobbing as she walked. To my surprise,
her nipples had remained erect. I let her stand in front of me holding my
drink while I lay back in the chair and leisurely looked over her body.
She looked like a young whore serving a drink in a topless club but I doubt
if the thought had occurred to her. "What would Tim and your Daddy think
if they could see their little Amanda now, I wonder" I said maliciously.
She gave a loud sob but did not otherwise move.
"I think that it is time that we moved upstairs" I said. Amanda looked
at me in horror. "Just keep quiet, carry my drink, bring the bottle, and
lead the way to your parent's bedroom. We need more space". She gave a
loud sob and turned for the door picking up the bottle on the way. I
picked up my bag and was right behind her and, as she went up the stairs
carrying my drink, for the first time I put my hand on her arse. She
jumped but did not spill any drink. Her arse felt full and lovely and I
looked forward to getting to know it better. She led the way straight to a
large airy room containing a king-sized double bed. Along the whole of one
wall parallel to the bed was a series of wardrobes with mirrored doors from
floor to ceiling. Excellent!!!
I moved over to the bed, kicked off my shoes, piled up the pillows and
just lay back watching her. She seemed now to lack all will, waiting to be
directed. "Put the glass and bottle on the bedside table near me and come
to the side of the bed" I ordered. "I think that it is time to lose the
rest of your clothes - just slowly strip". She looked at me helplessly and
slid off her shoes. There was a chair near the bed which would give me an
excellent view. "Sit on the chair when you have taken your tights off".
She began a quiet sobbing and peeled her tights down her legs. Now she was
only wearing a pair of small panties, white as she had said with small blue
flowers around the legs. She sat on the chair as I had told her and,
clasping her hands in her lap, looked at the floor in front of her. "OK,
Amanda, take off your panties". She raised her cute arse from the chair
and slid her panties down her legs, trying to keep her thighs pressed
together. When her panties hit the floor she sat quietly sobbing with her
hands in her lap, her thighs tightly closed and looking at the floor in
front of her.
"Amanda" I snapped, she raised her eyes fearfully to mine. "Put your
hands by your sides, keep your eyes on mine and open your legs". For the
first time she really began to cry. Her sobs changed to deep gulps and
tears ran down her cheeks. She did not move. I think we had finally got
to the point where she was incapable of obeying without my putting on more
pressure. I got up from the bed and walked over to her, fastening my left
hand in her pony-tail I pulled her upright making no real effort to be
gentle. I slapped her hard across the face with my right hand twice and
then again and I could see the imprint of my fingers on her soft cheek.
"Do you remember what I said about losing teeth. Do you really want your
Mummy and Julia to suffer?" I snarled, "It is all the same to me. Now stop
that awful crying". With a huge effort she brought herself under control
and stood, my hand still buried in her hair, rubbing her cheek. "If I have
to do that again then I will really hurt you - don't forget. Now sit down
and dry your eyes". I pushed her down into the chair and threw her a box
of tissues. She wiped her eyes and, although she had stopped crying she
was quietly sobbing.
I walked back and lay down on the bed looking at her "OK Amanda" I said,
she raised her eyes to mine. "Put your hands by your sides, keep your eyes
on mine and open your legs - I won't tell you again". She slowly parted
her thighs and for the first time I saw her virgin cunt. I smiled as I
looked from her cunt to her deeply blushing face. She had a very prominent
mound with two very fleshy outer lips which were completely closed, showing
just a groove and rather sparse blonde curly pubic hair covering her mound
but leaving her lower lips clear. She was clearly trying to keep her
thighs as close together as possible but I wasn't having any of it. The
chair in which she was sitting had very small upholstered arms about three
inches high. "Just right", I thought. "Amanda, spread your thighs and
hook them over the arms of the chair". She gave a loud sob and hesitated.
At first I thought that she wasn't going to do it. This would have been a
real shame as it was still too early to really hurt her. I wanted as much
reluctant co-operation as possible. I gave her a harsh look and she
gradually spread her thighs until they were hooked over the arms of the
chair, opening up her cunt to my inspection. Spreading her thighs had
caused her little groove to part and I could begin to see the pink of her
inner lips.
"Amanda, you have a lovely little cunt" I said. ""Have you ever touched
it while you have been in bed?" She looked so horrified that I thought that
what she would tell me would be the truth. "Never" she gasped. I laughed.
"I think that it is time to improve your education .Take your fingers and
open your cunt for me - just do it, or I'll come over there and you'll be
sorry". She quickly dropped her hands to her cunt and spread the outer
lips. She did it clumsily and with such lack of familiarity that I doubted
that, even in the darkness of her bed she had made any experiments. I
could see the pink slash of her cunt opening with the inner lips beginning
to protrude. "Amanda, what do you think that your Daddy and Tim would
think of you now, sitting with no clothes on and holding your cunt wide
open for a strange man to look at". She shuddered but did not otherwise
move. I reached in my bag which I had brought up with me and took out my
digital camera. I took a quick photo of the terrified teenager sitting
nude with her thighs parted and holding her cunt gaping open.
"That is a memento of the occasion" I chuckled, "If you don't behave
yourself I will send copies to your Daddy, to Tim and to your school. Now,
come over here and lie beside me". She let go of her cuntal lips as though
they were red hot and slowly climbed on to the bed, lying on her back on
the left side of the bed. I leaned over her and looked down into her
terrified eyes. I lowered my lips to hers and began to give her another
deep kiss. Her eyes automatically opened and fixed themselves on mine. I
pushed my tongue deep into her mouth and began to mash my lips against
hers, regardless of her discomfort and fear. I put my right hand on to her
left breast and began to feel it more roughly than before, pulling and
tweaking the nipple. She gave a little gasp into my mouth but I persisted.
I felt her nipple erect again. I took my lips from hers and looked down
the bed. Her thighs were tightly clenched together. I began to twist her
nipple. She gasped with pain.
"This is your last warning, Amanda, open your legs and keep them open or
it will be the worse for you". Her thighs reluctantly parted. I began to
kiss her again and slowly moved my hand down her belly on to her thigh.
She gave a deep sob. I took my mouth from hers and looked deep into her
eyes. "Unless you want me to really hurt you, keep your eyes on mine and
your legs wide apart". I began to kiss her again, more gently this time as
I now had complete control, and moved my hand slowly up her plump trembling
young thigh until it was just below her cunt. She was sobbing gently into
my mouth and seemed incapable of controlling the shaking that affected her
entire body. I moved my hand upwards on to her cunt and let it rest,
cupping her slit. She gave a loud gasp and with a reflex action, tightly
squeezed her thighs together, trapping my hand. "Amanda", I said - and
that was all I needed to say. With a loud sob her thighs relaxed open and
her legs parted. I looked into her wide blue eyes. "Well, Amanda, what do
you think that Daddy and Tim would think now? A well brought-up young
virgin lying naked in a man's arms and having her cunt felt. Don't you
think that they would be ashamed of you?"
"I can't help it" she whimpered, "you made me do it". "Pretty easy
though wasn't it" I mocked. I lay propped up on my elbow, looking into her
eyes, with my hand cupping her cunt. I slowly began to explore her dry
outer lips, gently tugging on her pubic hair. She gave a great shudder and
closed her eyes. "Amanda, open your eyes and look at me" I commanded
harshly. Her eyes flicked open and fixed themselves on mine. "Open your
legs wider" I ordered. She parted her thighs relaxing her knees outwards
and giving me complete access to her girlish cunt. Her cunt was too dry. I
thought a moment and then brought my fingers to her lips. Suck my fingers"
I commanded. She looked horrified and disgusted but slowly opened her
mouth and took my three middle fingers between her red lips. She could
taste the unfamiliar tang of cunt on my fingers but was powerless to help
herself. "Come on Amanda, put plenty of spit on my fingers" I said. As
this was obviously humiliating her, I made her suck my fingers a little
longer and then took my moistened hand from her mouth. A small tendril of
spit joined her lips to my finger before it parted.
"Now, Amanda, keep your eyes on mine and your legs apart". I moved my
hand down to her cunt and this time I put one finger between her cuntal
lips and into her slit for about an inch. The moisture on my fingers made
it easier and I slowly began to move my finger in and out, not pressing too
deeply but giving her the first finger-fuck of her young life. Her blue
eyes were wide and staring and she was panting and trembling. To humiliate
her more, I sat up while I was fingering her and just left her looking
blankly at the ceiling. I began to inspect her cunt more closely. To my
delight it was beginning to give off the typical girlish smell of
cunt-juice. Things were beginning to happen down there whether she wanted
them to or not. While finger-fucking her I used my other hand to spread
her outer lips and display her soft inner lips and the small bud of her
clitoris which I had not yet touched. I explored the soft inner lips and
continued to finger her tight channel which gripped my finger deliciously.
I began to finger her deeper. She gave a loud gasp, probably of discomfort
because her cunt was really tight, and I was now in about two inches, far
enough in to feel her virginal barrier.
"Well, Amanda, you have been a good girl haven't you?" I mocked, "still
a virgin at eighteen. Your boy-friend is very slow, that's all I can say".
She moaned softly. I moved back up the bed, keeping my finger buried in
her cunt as far as her maidenhead. I began another slow finger-fuck this
time going as far as her hymen and now adding a second finger. She gasped
again and I was no longer so sure that it was purely from discomfort. I
looked deep into her eyes and began to kiss her again, gently this time,
and giving her a thorough finger-fuck with two fingers as far as her
maidenhead. I could feel her legs and cunt beginning to relax. "Aha!" I
thought, "I wonder if this little virgin is beginning to think that having
her cunt felt is not so bad after all".
I moved my lips from hers and lay, looking into her frightened wide eyes
with my two fingers deeply buried in her virginal cunt. "OK, Amanda, bend
your knees upwards and outwards with your feet flat on the bed". She
slowly pulled her feet up the bed and parted her knees widely. Her cunt,
impaled on my fingers, now gaped open. I removed my fingers from her cunt
and brought them to her lips. "Now, Amanda, suck your cunt-slime off my
fingers" I ordered. Without waiting I pushed my three fingers between her
moist red lips and smiled down at her. "Get sucking". She began
submissively to clean my fingers although she could not prevent a look of
revulsion crossing her face. I didn't mind that. She could be as repelled
as she liked as long as she did as she was told.
Part 2 will follow soon :)
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