Amanda's Young Men

by Madeline Moore

As Trevor pistoned her, the ball of his thumb found her Trevor-ready bud and worked it insistently. Amanda fought against it but the sensations and the humiliation of it were irresistible.

  She climaxed. It was a hard deep contraction, one only, but the violence of it extruded two dripping inches of lobster meat. She shuddered from head to toe.

  Trevor pushed Amanda upright and gave her bottom a pat, thrusting her hips forwards. Nola was as stunned as Amanda, judging from the look on Nola’s face. Sure enough, Trevor guided Nola’s head to Amanda’s sex by his grip on the back of her head. ‘Eat,’ he commanded.

  The girl obeyed, devouring a lobster tail that was now slick with both melted butter and Amanda’s equally tasty juices.

  When she was done, Trevor said to Nola, ‘You liked that, didn’t you?’

  Nola nodded up at him.

  Amanda could see that she was telling the truth. She relaxed a little, even managing a smile when Trevor looked her way.

  He shook his head slowly. ‘This is one depraved little whore you’ve brought to my attention.’

  Amanda shrugged, playing along and, at any rate, at a loss for words.

  He continued, ‘I think she needs to be punished. Do you agree?’

  Amanda nodded, grateful to Trevor for continuing to behave as if her opinion mattered, for the benefit of Nola, while making it crystal clear to Amanda that she was powerless in his hands.

  Her face greasy, with mischief dancing in her eyes, Nola’s eager voice asked, ‘Are you going to spank me now?’

  Amanda gasped for the second time that day. The cheek of the girl!

  22

  AMANDA JUST FELT.

  It was a state she went into sometimes, if the sex was especially intense. The rational part of her mind, the part that thought in words, just drifted away. She was left at a nexus between sensation and desire. Perhaps not ‘desire’, exactly. Desire needs. In this state, she felt no urgency. She accepted each sensation and enjoyed it for itself, not as a stage in her journey towards her climax. Urgency would come; she was aware of that and would enjoy the greediness, in due course. Meanwhile, she was in a state she’d reached in other ways, from time to time: in the tanning bed, for example, and when she’d stood on the top of a mountain for the first time, breathing in thin air and with it the vista before her, and more than once, for a split second, while driving, but mostly during transcendent, mind-blowing sex, the state of ‘Be Here Now’, content to do nothing but feel.

  Amanda just felt.

  Her heels were elevated by her shoes, so that there was extra pressure on the balls of her feet. Her insteps felt a slight but delicious strain. The small subtle muscles in her ankles were flexed to hold her steady. Her calves were taut, as were the long muscles in her thighs. Now that Trevor had bared her from the lower edge of her waspie down, she was aware of her sex being fully exposed. It felt the coolness of the air, especially between fevered lips that were fat and scarlet-stained. Her pink pearl was tingling and tight.

  Nothing was touching the skin of her mound but Amanda was intensely aware of its smoothness. It was almost as if ‘nothing’ was a tangible thing that caressed her. The cheeks of her bottom felt fuller, riper, more vulnerable than usual. That had to be because of the tightly laced waspie that compressed her midriff like erotic armour. Her waist couldn’t bend freely. She was held in her waspie’s close embrace. Strangely, what bound her also freed and protected her, so she was safe to just feel.

  Amanda just felt.

  Her brief velvet jacket hung loose, the soft fabric covering only her arms, really. With each breath she took, the lining of the velvet jacket caressed her nipples. The things that Trevor had done to her earlier must have made her perspire. She could feel a slight dampness in the crook of her neck and in the hollows of her collarbones.

  Lips parted, Amanda breathed in.

  Her nose filled with the aroma of seafood, fleshy and salty, evocative of the flavours of sex. Her mouth watered. Oysters tasted like Trevor’s semen. Lobster meat reminded her of how sweet a girl tasted when she was at her wettest.

  Amanda listened and watched.

  Her ears sucked in the rhythmic sound of Trevor’s big hand, clipping obliquely across the glowing skin of Nola’s trembling bottom. They savoured the obscene slobbering noises that poured from Nola’s mouth as she babbled pleas for mercy even as she begged the man who was tormenting her to force her to endure more.

  Amanda’s eyes gloated on the myriad colours that infused the cheeks of Nola’s bum and the ripples that each slap sent through the girl’s flesh and at the glistening of Nola’s spending that coated the inner thighs of her thrashing legs. The girl had somehow lost the ribbon that had wrapped her hips, and the one that had bound her left thigh. The one that circled her right was stained dark now with her own lust’s liquor.

  Trevor paused. He held his hand out to Amanda. For a moment, she didn’t understand. Without that prompt, she’d have been content to just passively feel, forever. But she put her hand into his. He guided it, holding it flat an inch above the bright crimson and mauve that dappled the skin of Nola’s bottom. It was radiating a fierce heat.

  ‘Hot, huh?’ he asked.

  A sadistic whim made Amanda clear her clogged throat and say, ‘Give her some more. Make her naughty little bum even hotter.’

  ‘What do you say to that, little pink Nola?’ Trevor asked.

  ‘Please? Please, no, I mean, I think, I mean …’

  ‘You have to say, “Please no, Trevor,” if you want me to stop,’ he reminded her. This time, he’d made sure to give his victim a verbal way out, and he’d made her practise it several times. ‘Say it if you want to.’

  Nola twisted her tear-streaked face towards him and managed a brave grin. ‘If you want me to say that, you’re going to have to make me.’

  ‘Saucy little bitch!’ His hand drew back and descended again.

  Nola yelped. Her head dropped back down, leaving a vision of her brimming eyes, her tear-wet cheeks and her slack slobbering mouth burning in Amanda’s mind. At that moment, she couldn’t imagine anything more beautiful – or desirable. She circled Trevor to kneel before Nola’s head. Her hands cupped the girl’s saturated cheeks and lifted her face. Amanda’s tongue slavered over Nola’s flushed cheeks. She lapped up bitter tears mixed with sweet saliva and found the cocktail intoxicatingly erotic. Inevitably, Amanda’s serpentine tongue sought out Nola’s parted lips and lanced into the girl’s mouth.

  Trevor congratulated them. ‘You’re perverted little sluts, one neither better nor worse than the other!’ He accelerated his slaps.

  Nola wrenched her mouth away from Amanda’s. She gasped, ‘Please no, Trevor! No more!’

  The spanking stopped immediately. Trevor lifted Nola up into his arms with almost reverent gentleness. His left hand stroked her hair. His right cupped her blushing face. ‘Good girl. You endured a lot. I’m so proud of you.’

  Amanda felt a twinge of jealousy but dismissed it. He was praising the gift that she’d given him. His admiration for Nola was really praise for Amanda, exactly as if he was expressing his appreciation for a watch she’d given him for his birthday.

  ‘She did very well,’ Amanda said, to show them both that she wasn’t suffering the least bit of envy. She was beyond such a trifling emotion.

  ‘I think the little trollop has earned a reward, don’t you, Amanda?’

  Amanda felt that Nola had enjoyed quite enough rewards for now. After all, the little witch had climaxed at least three times while she was being spanked. Amanda’s relationship with Trevor forbade her to complain or ask, though. She smiled her sweetest smile and asked, ‘What would you like to do, or to have done to you, Nola?’

  Despite how tender her bottom had to be, Nola bounced in Trevor’s lap. ‘Anything I like?’

  ‘Subject to the usual rules,’ Trevor told her. ‘You know, safe, sane and consensual – on both sides, or on all three sides in our case.’

  The girl’s forehead c
reased in thought. ‘I’m not used to having to choose, but I would love a taste of your cock, Trevor. It feels so good in my mouth. Oh, and your pussy, Ms Amanda. It’s absolutely delicious! And I – damn it – I want everything – to be fucked, both ways, you know what I mean, to have my nips pinched and twisted, and … and anything but spanking. That I’ve had enough of, for now, thank you very much.’ She smiled winningly at Trevor and Amanda. ‘Mainly, what I like to do is to serve, to make my master and my mistress happy.’ She paused. ‘Use me any way you like, for your pleasure, both of you, any way you like. That’s what I want the most.’

  ‘Lovely answer!’ Trevor nibbled on a shrimp as he considered. ‘First, we should thank Amanda. She brought us three together. The best way to say “thank you” is with kisses, so …’ He lifted Nola off his lap and set her on her feet.

  The girl swayed into Amanda’s arms. Lips brushed lips like silk on satin. Between her and Nola, Amanda should have been the aggressor but Trevor was the puppeteer for now. Amanda allowed her softer sweeter side to emerge, as it had when she’d made love with Meg.

  The partings of their lips were tentative, neither of them demanding, neither of them yielding, both of them melting. The taste of Nola’s mouth was in Amanda’s before their tongues met. Tip tapped tentative tip, became bolder, then began to dance the slow sinuous tango of the kiss.

  Amanda was aware of Trevor’s movements and the sounds of his clothes being cast aside, followed by the thump, pause, thump, of his shoes dropping to the floor. He was watching her and Nola, she was sure of that. It was for his amusement that she drew her lips back a little, so that the twin bridges of their writhing tongues were exposed to his view. Amanda’s fingertips drifted down the slight outside curves of the girl’s little breasts. The balls of Amanda’s thumbs made circles that wobbled Nola’s nipples by their peaks.

  A sleek and slender thigh lifted between Amanda’s. Amanda ground down on it and pushed her own right thigh forwards between Nola’s. Each bore down on the other’s leg and squirmed a soft mound on a hard flexed thigh.

  Their tongues parted. They drew their heads back to glare ferocious lust into each other’s eyes. Amanda’s dominant side rose up in her. She felt a sudden urge to throw Nola down to the floor and simply take her. Perhaps Nola was able to feel Amanda’s urge, for her body went limp. If Trevor hadn’t wrapped his muscular arms around them both, Nola might have melted all the way down to Amanda’s feet.

  With no more effort than if they’d been a pair of Raggedy Ann dolls, he carried them bodily, breast pressed to breast and belly to belly, pubes crushed against pubes, thighs brushing thighs, feet dangling a foot above the floor, through to the living room and to Amanda’s big leather sofa.

  Trevor let Nola slither down to kneel on the carpet. He took Amanda by her hips and lifted her high. He sat on the sofa and deposited Amanda upright on his thighs.

  ‘Oops!’ he said. ‘I forgot to bring the clarified butter. Go fetch, Nola.’

  The girl scrambled to obey. Trevor sat back further and arranged Amanda on his lap, almost sitting on his flat lower belly, with both of their legs spread wide, hers overlapping his. Amanda looked down. His thick rod jutted up between her thighs, reminding her of the strap-on dildo she’d worn in her office.

  Nola returned with a pot of melted butter.

  ‘Set it aside, for now,’ Trevor told her. ‘You wanted to get your mouth on my cock and on Amanda’s pussy? Here they are. Go right ahead. Enjoy.’

  The girl knelt between their thighs. Her head tilted as she contemplated Trevor’s thick staff, standing erect, almost as if it guarded Amanda’s treasures. Nola’s lips made an ‘O’. She fitted them to Trevor’s dome and opened her eyes wide, as if to ask how her tiny mouth could possibly accommodate so much manhood.

  Trevor reached around Amanda, knotted his fist in Nola’s hair, and pulled. His cock’s head ‘plopped’ between Nola’s lips and into her mouth. He pushed, plopping it out again. After a dozen short strokes, he lifted Nola’s head higher. His forefinger eased his stiff shaft to one side so that it no longer blocked access to Amanda’s glistening folds.

  Nola said, ‘Yummy.’ Her tongue stretched out to its fullest before she buried it between Amanda’s swollen lips.

  Amanda closed her eyes and leant back against the broad expanse of Trevor’s chest. Nola’s tongue was lashing from side to side inside her, delving deeply and then curling up behind Amanda’s pubic bone before resuming its lateral flickering. The sensations were more than pleasant, but they weren’t ‘tongue-on-clit’. She was starting to feel a need for it, but she willed herself to wait. In any case, whether Nola had noticed it or not, Trevor was in charge of the proceedings.

  Trevor’s free hand, the one that wasn’t tangled in Nola’s pink locks, played idly with Amanda’s breasts, squeezing and releasing, rolling her nipples and flicker-fanning them into tiny tingling erections. He licked her ear and traced a line from it down her jawbone.

  Hands and mouths moved on or in her body. The time had come, it occurred to Amanda, to participate, instead of just lolling and feeling and being done to. And so her first flicker of urgency unfolded and, with it, what little initiative Trevor would be willing to accept. She licked the palm of her hand and reached down to gloss it over the plum of Trevor’s manhood.

  Nola’s cheek nudged Amanda’s hand aside. The girl’s mouth went from a suck on Trevor’s knob to a squirm between Amanda’s lips and back again. That was nice, but Amanda knew a better game. She lifted up. Her fingers guided Trevor’s shaft. She sank down again, impaling herself slowly. Dear God, there was nothing better in the world than the sensation of a man sliding inside her; the bulk of it, the warmth of this hard living thing as it slowly inexorably filled her emptiest place. Now she and Trevor were one, a single sexual being for Nola to serve.

  Trevor’s hips moved, lifting Amanda a fraction and wriggling the cock that skewered her. Amanda sat up a bit to watch Nola at play and make it easier for Trevor. The girl’s long pink tongue slavered up between Trevor’s balls, along the two inches of his shaft that projected from Amanda’s pussy, and up high, where the flesh was thin and pale, to flip up over Amanda’s clit.

  Mm! It was good. It was the sort of pleasure, or pleasures, that Amanda could have revelled in for hours. Nola’s tongue’s caresses were too widely spaced to drive Amanda to climax but close enough together to keep her very interested. Trevor’s subtle movements reminded her that she was distended by a very thick and hard cock, and they did rub his cock on her G-spot a bit, but, again, not enough to take her all the way. Time was suspended. Amanda was afloat in a sea of bliss. Still no burning urgency. They had all evening, all night, all the next day. Amanda had climaxed once so far, from that obscene thing Trevor had done to her with the lobster tail. She’d climax again and again that evening, or that night, from things that either Trevor or Nola would do to her. She was in no rush.

  But it seemed that Nola was. She was slobbering again now. Her mouth seemed frantic, gobbling on Trevor’s scrotum and slavering its way up to Amanda’s clit and down again.

  Amanda craned her neck. Ah! That was why. The randy little slut, no doubt inspired by being allowed to service both of the dominants who were playing with her, had been fingering herself. She had to be close. ‘You may climax now, Nola,’ Amanda told her imperiously.

  As if that was the signal, the pink-haired girl let out a choking sob, fell on to her back, jammed bunched fingers deep into herself, arched and screamed a long high scream.

  ‘Some climax!’ Trevor remarked into Amanda’s ear.

  ‘Spectacular,’ she agreed. ‘Would you like one – a climax, I mean?’

  ‘I’m comfortable for now.’

  ‘What if you don’t have to move, not an inch, just lie there and let me take care of you?’

  ‘That’d be nice.’

  The stiff upper edge of her waspie bit into Amanda’s flesh, just beneath her breasts, but she managed to lean far forwards and reach do
wn to grip her own ankles. So, Nola had impressed Trevor with her convulsive orgasm, had she? She’d show them something, both of them. A rocking pull on her ankles raised her bum, slithering her pussy up Trevor’s shaft till only its head was still between her lips. Amanda let herself fall again, impaling herself, and pulled again. She soon established a rhythm and syncopated it. Her hips rotated. She used Trevor’s knob to masturbate her G-spot. She twitched, squirming on his rigid rod. The muscles in her tummy began to feel the strain, but that was good. Sweat beaded on Amanda’s forehead and trickled between her bouncing breasts.

  Nola, who had been watching Amanda’s gyrations with admiration in her eyes, uncoiled from the floor and climbed up on to the sofa. Amanda couldn’t see but she could hear the girl’s wet kisses, likely on Trevor’s chest as she knew he wouldn’t favour the girl with his kisses unless he had used her as a bendy doll.

  Spurred on, Amanda redoubled her efforts and contracted her internal muscles in an accelerating tempo. She gave no thought to her own pleasure. The entire focus of her being was on Trevor’s climax. She compelled it to happen.

  Strangely, her selfless efforts were rewarded with her own exquisitely tight little orgasm.

  But, damm it, Trevor hadn’t climaxed yet. And she was limp from her efforts. Amanda took a deep breath. She couldn’t leave Trevor unsatisfied. Perhaps she had enough energy left to jerk and suck him off?

  Before she could gather her energies, Trevor’s broad hands took her by her hips and lifted her bodily. She just dangled, her head between his knees. His face worked from side to side between the cheeks of her bottom, spreading them. His strong tongue probed at the knot of her sphincter. He must have deliberately made saliva, because her ring felt a warm trickle.

  Nola slid off the sofa and squatted below Amanda. She poured liquid butter on to her palm. Her arm reached between Amanda’s dangling breasts to Trevor’s rigid shaft, and slathered it with the warm grease.

  Oh! So that’s what he had in mind!

  Nola held Trevor in place as he lowered Amanda. Her rear passage was wet and his shaft was buttered. And she was totally relaxed. There was hardly any resistance as his great knob eased its way into her, past her pursed opening and deep up the tight muscular channel of what had not so long ago been a forbidden place.