Trimming Susan's Bush - Pt 1; Amanda

The following contains extremely explicit sex scenes. 18+ only

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After about twenty minutes of pushing, Donald Huriole released the handle on the lawnmower. The teenager stretched his aching neck as he allowed the motor to sputter to a halt. As he rolled his shoulders to relieve the aching tension, the motor gave a last little gasp as if sighing in relief at the respite from the brutal Florida heat. I agree, thought Don. It is damn hot out here. Pulling his tank top out from where he had tucked it into the belt of his jeans the teen wiped the sweat away that was trickling down his forehead to sting his dark brown eyes. There’s no way in hell I’d do this in the heat of an August afternoon if Susan wasn’t so fucking hot… I don’t give a damn if ‘Aunt Susan’ is my stepdad’s little sister - I’d tap that gorgeous ass in a second. Besides, she was only two years ahead of me at McKinley High and it’s not like we’re really related…

Rolling his neck in a circle, the young man glanced toward the slider doors at the rear of the house. Through the glass he could see Susan Ranglotti where she sat at her computer desk, ostensibly studying biology. The pert, twenty-year old blonde was wearing a yellow bikini top and black silk gym shorts. Through the glass he had a nice view of her luscious well tanned legs. Those legs run all the way up to her ass! Goddamn!

When Susan had answered the door, Don thought he was having a vision of an angel. The string bikini top she had on just covered about a third of her pert breasts. Pointy nipples were brazenly outlined where they rubbed the thin material. Susan’s breasts weren’t as big as many he had seen, but they were shapely and firm. Don could well imagine happily trailblazing along the valley of that cleavage for hours. Susan’s nude, tanned legs and creamy thighs running into those tight short shorts barely covering her firm ass, combined with her flat stomach and cute belly button, had almost made him cum in his pants. When she had cocked her head to one side, causing her long blonde hair to sway enticingly, before stepping back to gesture him in, he had to work his tongue around for a couple of seconds due to a sudden case of dry mouth. “Tom said you were expecting me? The lawn, you know.”

“Oh yeah,” she had laughed. One hand unconsciously pushed an errant blonde lock away from the edge of her deep red lips causing Don’s heartbeat to speed up as he imagined the places he’d love for those lips to be. “Sorry, I’m studying for a biology test I’ve got tomorrow, and it’s got me a bit flustered. The mower’s in the shed out back.”

Biology huh? I’d sure like to show her some biology – or at least give her a lesson in anatomy, he had thought as his turgid penis, constrained by cotton and denim, had stirred where it hung against his left thigh. “Thanks Susan,” he had replied. Stepping inside, he had moved past her to allow her to close the front door. “Where’s Pam and Felicia?”

“They went shopping and to a movie. They won’t be back for at least a few hours. Good thing too, they were driving me nuts. I couldn’t get any studying done with their constant chatter. You know how Pam gets.”

As she turned away from him his gaze had trailed down her smooth back with the perfect skin to the full rounded mounds of her ass cheeks barely covered by the thin black silk. He could see the swell of full flesh where the bottom of her ass met the tops of her legs. Goddamn! Not a single line. I don’t think she’s got any panties on, he had thought. His dick had surged in his pants at this thought like a dowsing rod twitching as it strove to point at the nearest source of moisture. Don could feel the swollen head of his cock poking out from under the leg of his boxers. Eyes glued to the tight ass displayed so nicely in the tight silk, Don cleared his throat. “Yeah, I hear you. That girl does like to talk.” And talking’s not what I’d like my mouth to be doing right now… Trying to appear casual, the teen quickly adjusted himself with one hand to ease the discomfort caused by his dick being compressed between his thigh and the rough denim of his jeans. He shivered as the head of his dick slid along his pants leg, sending a jolt of electric adrenaline through his groin.

Hoping the smile she had bestowed on him when she turned back had not been because his step-aunt had noticed his erect condition Don had headed to the back yard. ‘I’m gonna get to work. Good luck with your studying.”

Shaking his head to clear it, Don returned his wandering thoughts to the present. Glancing at the rear of the house, for just a moment his eyes locked with those of the hot twenty-year old through the glass slider before she jerked her head back toward the computer monitor in front of her. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear she was checking me out. The thought of the 5’3” blonde with the shapely runner legs, tight ass, and medium sized tits checking him out caused another stir in his groin as his dick once again processed the possibility of getting laid by the gorgeous girl sitting so near. Getting into Susan’s pants had been a fantasy of Don’s for nearly five years.

The whole time he had been dating his ex girlfriend Amanda, and for quite a while beforehand if truth be known, Don had been attracted to her friend Susan. When they first met he had been a freshman just shy of fifteen and Susan a junior just turned sixteen. Amanda, a freshman like Don, had been a perky likeable cheerleader who was popular enough and pretty enough to hang with Susan’s upper classman crowd of popular girls. Like most of the freshman class, Don had lusted after Susan, certain that he had no chance at all of getting into the pants of the gorgeous probable prom queen Susan Ranglotti.

It was a year later - in his sophomore year at McKinley High - that his mother had started dating Susan’s brother. Don’s real father, Wayne Huriole, had died in a car accident when Don was three so he barely remembered anything other than vague impressions of a tall dark haired man. After a succession of failed relationships, usually with men who disappeared shortly after discovering the existence of ‘Little Donnie’, Elayne Huriole, had taken a job as a cashier at the local branch of Bank of America. That was where she had met Tom Ranglotti, the branch manager.

Elayne had been dating Tom Ranglotti for about a month when Don and Susan each discovered to their mutual chagrin who the child of their parent’s significant other was. Of course, for Susan, Tom was not actually her father; however, they were more like father and daughter than brother and sister given the age difference. For Don, discovering that Susan - the beautiful, popular prom queen, and honor society member - was the younger sister of his mother’s boyfriend had been a bit of a shock since Tom was old enough to be Susan’s father. When he asked his mother about it, she had said that Tom’s parents, Helen and William Ranglotti, had been blessed with Susan unexpectedly unusually late in life. With his sister being twenty-two years his junior, and their parents being elderly by the time Susan was reaching puberty, Tom had practically raised his little sister. The whole thing was a downer for Don since the situation made the idea of any type of romantic relationship with Susan even more remote than before. That and the fact that she was a year older and two years ahead of him in school had made him certain that the popular girl wouldn’t be interested in him despite his alleged charm, sultry good looks, and athletic prowess.

Relegating his attraction to his mom’s boyfriend’s little sister to stroke-off sessions in the shower, Don had gone about his normal teenaged life and diverted his romantic attentions to the more obtainable sexpot, Amanda Shorette. During their two year and a half year relationship, covering part of his sophomore year and through graduation, Amanda had kept Don well satisfied in the pussy department. While, as far as he knew, Amanda had always been faithful to him, that girl was a dick hound from the word go. There was hardly anything Amanda wouldn’t try, and the mind-blowing sessions of oral and regular sex had kept his hormone driven teenage testosterone levels manageable. Don had no doubt that if Mr. Shorette had known how hot to trot his daughter was, and how many times Don had screwed that girl’s brains out, he’d probably shoot him. Still, since Amanda had moved to Virginia four months back, Don’s access to trim had been zilch. At least with all the wanking off my pitching arm’s staying in shape and my grip is still firm.

The strangest thing of all was the fact that, before she left, Amanda had told him that he should date Susan after she was gone. That rather uncomfortable conversation had taken place at his mother’s wedding to Susan’s much older brother, Don’s now stepfather, Tom Ranglotti. Date my step-aunt? Well, she was my friend long before she was my aunt and Lord knows… Thoughts following their standard path in a well-worn groove normal to all teenaged males tracked unerringly back to the curve of Susan’s ass cheeks protruding invitingly from the bottom of her gym shorts.

Don shook his head. At least ‘Aunt Susan’ didn’t actually live with him. Considering Don hadn’t been laid in several months his level of frustration was high enough without that type of sexual torture. Then again, he thought, looking once more at the tanned length of Susan’s luscious legs on display like a lingerie mannequin in a glass window display, Aunt Susan living with us could have its up side. Currently, Susan shared a three-bedroom house with two of her girlfriends while she was working on a nursing degree at the local college. Luckily, though, she only lived two miles from her brother Tom, and thus, from Don. Between the family connection and the need for a lawn-boy, Don saw Susan on a pretty regular basis. Susan and her two attractive roommates, Felicia and Pam, were fantasy fodder for many of the young man’s stroke sessions.

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Don had tried to stifle his desire for the blonde goddess when his mother had married Susan’s older brother in March, 2011. Just five months had passed since his mother and Tom Ranglotti had walked down the aisle to deliver their vows. Despite the passing months, that spring day was still fresh and clear in Don’s mind. Even at his own mother’s wedding, despite attending with Amanda, his blood had been stirred by this regal blonde beauty. Since they were young adults rather than children, Don was tapped to play the role of best man for Tom, while Susan had been given the position of Maid of Honor. Pushing the mower across the yard, lulled by the mid-morning heat and the continuous drone of the Briggs & Stratton motor, Don’s mind wandered back to that warm Spring day five months back.

Despite the brunette beauty hanging on his arm, Don’s breath caught in his throat when he saw Susan entering the Knights of Columbus hall where the reception was being held. Susan’s Maid of Honor dress was a shimmering light green that matched well with her sparkling eyes. A lacy, low cut bodice showed off shapely cleavage to striking advantage. Blonde locks, rainbow hued with the flashing sunlight reflecting through freshly cleaned windows, flowed like spun strands of molten gold over her lightly browned shoulders. The waistband of the dress snugged against the perfect curve of her hips and buttocks, displaying her attributes to great effect. Despite how lovely his mother had looked earlier while modeling her pristine white wedding gown, and Amanda’s thick luxurious black hair, sexy come hither eyes, large breasts, and flawless skin, there was no doubt in Don’s mind who was the prettiest girl in attendance. Noting his regard, Susan had winked at Don and tossed a quick wave to Amanda as she threaded through the crowd to find her place at the head table where the wedding party members were to be seated. Steering her distracted boyfriend the other direction, Amanda had walked with him toward where her mother sat at one of the white tablecloth decked tables near the triple layer wedding cake. The sweet smell of butter cream walnut icing over lemon chiffon teased his nostrils causing his stomach to rumble.

“You like her, don’t you?” Amanda had quietly asked as they worked their way through the milling throng of well-wishers.

Don had flushed guiltily, his train of thought derailed suddenly. “Who, Susan?” he stammered.

“Yes, Susan.” Amanda had brushed her fingers along Don’s forearm, deliberately not looking at his face. “I see the way you look at her, you know.”

“I…, uh…” Don’s mind screamed at him to come up with a witty rejoinder that would turn this around. What the hell do I say? Susan’s gorgeous, but Amanda is fucking hot as hell. I can’t believe she noticed. Shit!

“Don. Great to see you son. Congratulations. Your mother is absolutely radiant.”

Grateful for the interruption, Don disengaged his right arm from Amanda’s left and shook Mr. Willemett’s offered hand. “Thank you sir, I’m really happy for her. It’s great she finally met someone. Tom’s a great guy. By the way, Mr. Willemett, this is Amanda Shorette, my girlfriend. Mr. Willemett works at the bank with Mom.”

Nodding politely at the pretty brunette, the man raised two fingers to his forehead by way of greeting. “Call me Vic, please. Nice to meet you Amanda. This is quite a catch you’ve got here I hope you know.” Winking at the girl, he continued, “I have it on good authority that Don’s going to be a pitcher in the major leagues soon. You got a baseball scholarship to U of F, I hear. Congratulations.”

“Yeah, I’ll officially be a Gator come late August. Hope Gainesville’s nice in the fall.”

“I’m not much of a football fan myself but Gators baseball is great. They went 35 and 3 on wins to losses last year at home if I remember correctly. And several Gators are heading to the major leagues right now. Jeroloman, McMahan, Toledo.” The introspective look in the salt and pepper haired mans eyes cleared as he refocused on Don. “By the way, Don, that reminds me. We’ve got the inter-branch tournament coming up. Family allowed. You gonna pitch for us? We sure could use you?”

“Yes sir. Mom mentioned that a few days ago. I’d love to.”

“Great. Well, enjoy the ceremony. That’s my cue.” His mother’s fellow bank employee nodded at his wife where she beckoned from a nearby group of people. “Congratulations again.” Patting Don’s shoulder in a cursory gesture of camaraderie, Mr. Willemett walked away.

“Nice sports jacket,” Amanda noted as the departing lanky man fingered the lapels of his cheap light blue sports coat. “Should be orange, he’s such a fan. Oh well, those who can’t: Watch.” Turning back to her flustered boyfriend, Amanda circled her left arm once more into the crook of his right elbow. Leaning up she pecked him on the cheek. “Now, we were saying.”

“Amanda, you know I’m all yours. But Susan…, of course I see she’s pretty. Hell, every guy in high school wanted to get a piece of that.” Stopping, he turned Amanda to him. Tilting her head up with a finger he met her dark eyes. There was an unfamiliar whirling in their depths that seemed to be some type of concern. Don wasn’t sure exactly what was up – Amanda seemed strangely pensive like something was weighing on her mind. “Amanda, you’re every bit as beautiful as Susan and you know how much I care about you.”

“It’s cool Don. Amanda’s smoking. Besides I like her.”

“She may be smoking, but you’re the one who lights my fire,” Don quipped.

Amanda chuckled. “Nice save Romeo. Maybe we can stoke that fire later. I’m sure I could, um, blow on the embers. Also, I’ve something I need to tell you.”

“What?”

“Later. After the wedding.”

Pulling out a chair for Amanda next to her smiling mother, Don sat down himself on Amanda’s other side. Reaching for a water pitcher between two small ceramic swans, he plunked two fresh cubes from the nearby ice bucket into a glass and poured himself some water. Enjoying the cold wet sensation of the precipitation on the surface of the glass, he set it down after a couple of sips and wiped the icy dampness on his palm across his forehead. At the head table to his right, his mother caught his eye and smiled before turning back to her fiancé. Next to his soon to be wife, Tom Ranglotti looked distinctly uncomfortable in his white tuxedo as he used one finger to try to loosen the tight neck of his shirt. Elayne Huriole was radiant in her knee length aqua blue dress. The emerald necklace Don had bought her as an engagement present dangled fetchingly at the base of her neck on its thin gold chain. The green of the gem matched well with Elayne’s outfit. Don could see the shine in his mother’s eyes whenever she looked at the ruddy complexioned man next to her. It had been way too long since Don had seen his mother truly happy. Don grinned as his mother smiled and adjusted the tie of her soon to be husband. Don was happy for his mother who had been alone so long, and glad that Tom had insisted she wear the full white gown and do the whole blushing bride thing. He jumped when Amanda’s hand landed on his thigh under the table, just bare inches from his groin.

Thankful that the tablecloths went down a couple inches past the chair seats, Don darted a quick glance past Amanda. Mrs. Shorette was engrossed in a quiet conversation with Amanda’s Uncle Pete on her far side. Don assumed his girlfriends rather intimidating father must be mingling somewhere as he was nowhere in immediate view. All the guests seemed to be occupied with their socializing and the room was filled with the perpetual buzz of ongoing conversations. Amanda smiled up at him sweetly as her palm moved up a little farther to rub across his groin. His dick jumped to attention, uncomfortable in the confined space. Shifting his buttocks in a vain attempt to alleviate his discomfort, Don spread his legs a bit to allow better access to Amanda’s wandering hand. Biting at his bottom lip, Don stifled the urge to groan as his palpitating dick sent jolts of lightning bounding across his already frazzled nerve endings. He tried to be unobtrusive as he enjoyed the rush of exquisite pleasure that spread through his thighs and stomach at every movement of Amanda’s well practiced hand.

As his girlfriend secretly rubbed at his groin under the table while making light banter with her mother, Don tried to distract himself. Looking around he took in the view. There were about two hundred guests between the two families and their friends and coworkers. A din of conversations mingled with the sound of the music pumping from large wall mounted speakers set in each of the four corners of the large room. Along the east side there was a large buffet table set up with all kinds of food and drink for the hungry to sample. Taking a deep breath through his nose, Don basked in the delicious aromas. Don’s stomach rumbled again. With the butterflies in his stomach this morning, he had skipped breakfast. Everywhere people were snacking on meatballs, deli cutlet sandwiches, chicken wings, various fruits and vegetables, and a plethora of other items. Some of the crowd were holding plates and eating on the go as they mingled, while others sat around their tables and chatted while they ate and drank. The aromatic smells of hot and cold foods were making him salivate. A sudden graze of a thumb right at the tip of his penis caused Don to squirm in his chair again. Glancing at his watch he saw that it was almost time for the wedding to begin. Sighing, he gave up the thought of eating first and went back to checking out the room as he settled back to enjoy Amanda’s covert ministrations.

Streamers of various pastel colors – pink, sky blue, and light green mostly – circled the wooden columns spaced every ten feet or so in the near half of the huge meeting room. Between the rows of ribbon bedecked columns tables had been set up, each covered by a white tablecloth. Each table was twelve feet long with chairs along each side, almost half of which were occupied by chatting people of various ages, and ethnicity. In front of each place there were small white ribbon tied bundles with bird seed for the guests to throw at the bride and groom as they came back up the aisle after the ceremony. The birdseed bundles were a little smaller than tennis balls, and the ribbons on them had fake golden wedding rings entwined in them. Tiny plastic bottles of liquid bubbles, each with one of the plastic things in the lid that had an open circle on one end, were placed next to the bird seed. Several kids, and some of the adults, were already blowing soap bubbles and Don enjoyed the sight of sunlight glinting off them as they danced in the beams, moving to the whim of the air blowing from the ac vents. Noting a sudden absence of sensation in his groin, Don turned back to his date just as sudden liquid coolness popped on his right cheek.

“Hey,” he said, wiping at the small amount of slippery liquid bubble soap on his cheek and nose.

Giggling, Amanda set the bubble stick back in the bottle in front of her and twisted the cap back on. With an evil grin Don picked up his own liquid bubble bottle and twisted off the cap. Dipping the circle in the thick liquid, he carefully took a deep breath. Slowly blowing at the thin soap membrane he watched as a transparent bubble about three inches in diameter wobbled in front of his nose. With a last little puff of breath the bubble popped loose and, like a fledgling departing the nest, wobbled into the air for its first solo flight. As the bubble drifted toward her pert little upward canted nose, Amanda squealed and ducked. The bubble landed on her head just a little way into her hairline and perched there for a couple of seconds before it burst into a thin film of lavender smelling soap residue.

An squeal of electrical feedback whined across the room causing Don to jump as his eardrums were assaulted. Fumbling, he dropped the plastic bottle onto the table where a little puddle quickly appeared. Grabbing at the bottle, Don laughed and twisted the cap back on.

Amanda laughed as Don flushed red. Slipping her hand out from under the table, she leaned over and gave him a quick peck on the cheek before dabbing at the sticky soap residue with a napkin. A hush fell over the crowded room as most of the guests stopped talking and turned towards the source of the intrusive sound.

“Sorry folks,” came the throaty voice of George Thurmond, the disc jockey cum announcer. “Just to let you know, it’s almost time for the nuptials to commence. For those who aren’t aware, the ceremony is in the next room, through the double doors to my right.” Glancing at his friend, Don saw George, microphone in one hand, pointing towards the west wall. “If you could start making your way into the next room over the next ten minutes or so it would be greatly appreciated. Thanks.” George thumbed off the microphone and placed it back on the table next to him. Turning back to his sound system he punched a button. The lyrical sound of Billy Joel singing Just The Way You Are filled the room and a susurrus of conversation swept back across the open space.

Glancing back to the head table Don saw Tom beckoning him over. Don slid one hand into his lap and, trying to be nonchalant, reached into his waistband and adjusted himself so that his erect penis would be oriented at a less obvious angle. As Amanda giggled, Don coughed. Clearing his throat, Don said “Guess that’s my cue.” Sliding his chair back and rising to his feet, praying that his hard on wasn’t too noticeable since he had oriented it straight up rather than straight out, Don gave a quick half bow to Amanda’s mother. “If you’ll excuse me Mrs. Shorette.”

“Certainly Donald.” The heavy set, auburn haired, forty-something woman give him a broad smile, displaying the noticeable gap between her capped front teeth. “And please congratulate your mother for us.”

“Of course. Thank you.” Leaning over, Don brushed his lips in a quick kiss on Amanda’s forehead. He could tell from the mild shaking of her body that she was stifling the urge to giggle. “Gotta go do my duty as best man. I’ll see you soon.” Wiping palms down the length of his front to straighten the minor wrinkles in his black suit jacket, the hormone flushed teenager buttoned his jacket giving silent thanks that the front of it covered the majority of his groin area. Circling the table, Don went to meet up with Susan and the other members of the wedding party.

In the next room the ceiling was festooned with those round ball shaped paper things that reminded Don of the lighted disco balls he had seen in his mom’s favorite movie, Saturday Night Fever. Colorful Streamers adorned the in between spaces flowing from ornament to ornament. While the ball ornaments were blue, yellow and pink, some of the hanging ornaments were bell shaped and a sparkling white. There was an ivory white, flower and streamer decorated, portable archway set up at the front of the room in front of a set of movable stairs.

Reverend Thompson took his place at the front of the room just past the arch where the husband and wife to be would stand during the ceremony. The portly black preacher looked as cool as a cucumber in his tailored charcoal grey double breasted suit. An oversize bible was held across his palms. Stepping on the raised steps placed there for that purpose, the preacher turned and surveyed the room. An aura of calm seemed to radiate out from the man and the guests, taking their cue, hurried toward their chairs.

Susan and Don moved over to join the other two groomsmen and their corresponding bridesmaids. The six members of the wedding party were off to one side of the double doors shuffling nervously as they waited for remaining guests to make their way to the seats arranged in two sets. The friends of the bride were supposed to sit in the chairs on the left, while the friends of the groom were relegated to the right side. There was an open space about five feet wide between the two seating areas creating an aisle along which a narrow white carpet had been rolled out.

Once the last of the guests had been seated by the ushers – Don’s twelve year old nephew Alan, and Susan’s young cousin Timmy - the reverend nodded at the wedding party to take their place at the beginning of the faux aisle. As the wedding music had started, Don took Susan’s arm. As the other two couples stepped out, the best man and maid of honor prepared for their own walk up the aisle. At the feel of her long soft fingers on his wrist, Don’s heart skipped a beat and his breath hitched in his throat. Unfulfilled sexual tension from Amanda’s playful teasing still had his blood in an uproar and his skin was extremely sensitive. Misunderstanding what she probably thought were just nerves, Susan patted his hand and winked as they stepped off behind the others and headed between the hushed rows of quietly watching family and friends.

Craning their necks, the attendees turned to watch as the three couples walked by. Don felt his face flush an even deeper red when he heard his elderly Great Aunt Dorothy whisper to the white haired woman next to her that her handsome nephew and the maid of honor made a gorgeous couple themselves.

Reaching the front of the seating area, Susan and Don parted - him to the right to stand next to Hugh and Steve, Tom’s two groomsmen, and her to the left to stand with the bridesmaids. The six of them turned at an oblique angle to face the seated wedding guests as all eyes turned to the open doors through which the bride would soon come. Shuffling nervously, Don checked his pocket for the hundredth time to ensure the jewelry box holding the ring he would have to pass to Tom for his mother was still safely in place.

Tom Ranglotti, his almost step father, came in from the right to stand next to Don under the soaring archway, smiling reassuringly at his fiancé’s son. Tom was resplendent in his formal white tux with black patent leather wingtip shoes and a sky blue tie with red stick pin. Don smiled as he noted the slight gap at the top of the man’s tie where it had been slightly loosened to allow the nerve wracked groom to breathe a little easier. A bright red rose adorned the left lapel of his jacket. Only the slight flush to his face betrayed the groom’s nervousness. As Don returned his soon to be stepfather’s smile, Amy, the seven year old flower girl, began her trek up the aisle, spreading rose petals from a basket she held in her dainty eight year old hand. Don smiled as he noted how adorable his little second cousin looked in her frilly pink dress.

As the first strands of ‘Here Comes the Bride’ swelled to fill the room, all eyes turned toward the doorway. Elayne Huirole, escorted by her Uncle Wilfred, appeared there. She had changed into the snow white full length gown sometime in the last fifteen or so minutes and was an absolute vision of loveliness. With the pristine white of the dress offset by olive toned Mediterranean skin and dark chocolate brown hair, Elayne looked every bit the young vibrant woman in love that he knew she finally was again. As Don gazed at his mother’s glowingly ecstatic face, all thoughts of his unfulfilled passion fled, purged for the moment by the rush of happiness fueled adrenaline that shot through him.

The rest of the ceremony was mostly a blur. Don managed not to fumble when Reverend Thompson got to the part where the groom was to place the ring on the ring finger of the bride’s left hand. Tom winked at him as he proffered the diamond embossed golden band. As Tom slid the ring onto his mother’s finger, Don choked up and his eyes misted over.

After the ceremony it was Don’s duty as best man to dance with the maid of honor following the bridal couple’s first husband and wife dance. Unfortunately, his testosterone laden teenage hormones well remembered the unfulfilled foreplay that had accompanied his pre-ceremony liaison with Amanda. Despite the looseness of his dress slacks, Don was grateful for the length of his formal suit jacket since it served to help mask the swollen erection he immediately got when Susan’s supple body stepped into his arms. In the midst of about twenty or so other couples the two slowly whirled across the shiny hardwood floor to the sound of Faith Hill’s ‘Breathe’, while Don, red faced, prayed that Susan didn’t notice his body’s traitorous reaction to her nearness. Regardless, Don was pretty sure that Susan had had a difficult time not laughing during that dance since, within the enclosed circle of his arms, she, unlike the other wedding guests, had certainly been privy to the rather obvious evidence of his arousal whether he hoped otherwise or not.

Thinking back to that dance and what happened afterwards, Don couldn’t help but grin. As soon as the dance was over, embarrassed, Don had mumbled an excuse to Susan and headed toward the bathroom where he hoped to alleviate his condition in the privacy of an empty stall. Unfortunately, Amanda had obviously noticed and, rather than being jealous or angry, found his predicament comical. Waylaid by his girlfriend, struggling to appear casual as he tried to conceal his hard-on by crossing one leg in front of the other, Don had tried to disengage.

“Uh, uh. You’re not getting away that easily,” Amanda said. A mischievous glint danced in her eyes as she arched her eyebrows. “I’ve got this dance.”

“Yeah, uh, no problem. I just need to, uh, go to the bathroom real quick…”

“It’ll wait. Come on,” Amanda pouted, poking out her bottom lip like a sad little girl looking for sympathy.

Desperately seeking assistance to extricate himself from his embarrassing situation, Don frantically searched the room. Susan, catching his eye from a corner of the dance floor, was no help at all. His brand new step-aunt was grinning wickedly and taking an obvious delight in watching the byplay.

Luckily, Don was facing the music table with Amanda facing him so she had no line of sight in that direction. Catching the eye of his buddy George where he was set up behind the D.J., table Don beckoned. Don and George had been friends since they were ten years old, having grown up in the same neighborhood four houses from each other. The two of them, along with Mike and Hector from high school, had once had a band called Thurmond’s Thoroughbreds in which Don had played drums – loudly and not well according to his mother. George had been lead singer with Mike and Hector on guitars. Thurmond’s Thoroughbreds had lasted through a couple of noisy months and one disastrous school talent show where George had stumbled and fell off the front of the stage in front of the entire student body. George had fractured his wrist and been forced to wear a half cast on his left arm for the next eight weeks. Shortly after that debacle Don’s mother had sold his drum set, citing the city’s noise ordnance as a reason. Don could still remember her claim that if there was one more band practice in the garage the Stevenson’s next door were going to have them arrested. Still, George - still desirous of a music career in some fashion - had gravitated towards dj’ing as a means of earning extra cash while he sought a new band to join. So far no real luck on the singing but he did okay with dj gigs. Don had gotten George the gig as disc jockey for his mom’s wedding to the tune of $150.00 so George owed him one. Snaring George in a line of sight target trap Don silently mouthed “Help me.”

George, a smirk crinkling the skin of his swarthy face which, along with his shoulder length curly black hair, betrayed his mixed Hispanic and African American heritage, appeared to be holding back an urge to burst out laughing. Apparently I haven’t completely managed to mask my condition, Don thought with a sigh. Making an obvious effort to appear nonchalant, George elaborately stretched his arms over his head like he was stretching a kink in his back. As his hands met above his stretched forward head, George unobtrusively made a circle of his thumb and index finger on one hand, twice inserting and removing his other index finger in the hole thus made before straightening back up.

Groaning at his friend’s obvious enjoyment of his current torture, Don mouthed “Screw you.” George responded by raising his middle finger to his lips and blowing his friend a kiss before turning back to the sound equipment to switch on a new music track for the swaying couples on the dance floor. The lilting slow country sound of the Bellamy Brother’s crooning “If I Said You Had a Beautiful Body” filled the room. On recognizing the tune Don groaned, certain that the grinning D.J. had a warped sense of humor. Amanda laughed and, grabbing his hand, pulled him back out on the dance floor despite his objections.

In the middle of a crowded dance floor with his newlywed mother and new stepfather just a few feet away - not to mention Amanda’s stocky, florid faced dad and smiling auburn haired mother observing the dancing couples from a nearby table - Amanda pulled in close to him for a slow dance. It was obviously no mistake how her leg kept brushing the inside of his thigh, subtly stroking his throbbing hard on. When Amanda’s breasts had rubbed across his chest, the ache of unreleased sexual tension had been almost unbearable as his throbbing dick, swaying back and forth like a metronome, kept time with the music

Entwining her supple femininity around his masculine form, placing her left hand behind his neck, Amanda had pulled Don’s head down. Filled with swirling mirth, the sexy brunette’s dark brown eyes peeked out from under their long curly lashes, met and captured his gaze. Falling into those eyes, Don felt a hypnotic allure as Amanda swayed left and right like a cobra listening to mesmerizing music. Surreptitiously sliding her right hand downward as they turned in a slow circle, she held his gaze and grinned as she found and squeezed his dick with all the strength in her small hand. Sucking in a gasp of air to replenish his sudden shortage of oxygen, Don’s whole body jerked spasmodically. The incessant cock teasing had Don’s pulse roaring in his ears as his heart pounded in his chest. His balls tightened and drew up closer to the base of his engorged dick.

Chuckling with mirth, Amanda lifted her face and, brushing her lips against his earlobe, her breath causing his rapid pulse to roar even louder in his ears, whispered “It’s all right. I’ll take care of that for you shortly.” Giving his dick another quick squeeze and a little rub, she had licked his earlobe. Don’s spasming penis nearly shot a load of hot jizz right in his pants. Not wishing to mark the crotch of his pants with a telltale circle of sticky dampness, Don closed his eyes, clenched his taut leg muscles, and held his breath for a few seconds. Shoulders shaking with barely suppressed humor, Amanda gleefully spun around in his arms, taking a perverse delight in every second of his discomfort. During all this the other couples had danced around them, blissfully unaware of the sexual melodrama taking place in their midst - with the obvious exception of a still grinning disc jockey. As George blew him another kiss, Don grinned and shot his friend a bird from where his hand was nestled in the small of Amanda’s back, resting just above the curve of her shapely ass. George laughed.

As the song wound down, Don placed a finger under Amanda’s dimpled chin. Exerting a slight upward pressure he caused her to tilt her face up. Her full lips parted slightly, the tip of her darting tongue just licking a small circle around their redness. Lowering his own face he brushed her lips lightly with his own as he cupped her cheek in one palm. Breaking off the kiss, he whispered to her, in time with the song, “If I swore you were an angel would you treat me like the devil tonight?”

“Count on it,” Amanda whispered.

As the song ended Don led his girlfriend off the floor. “Just a sec. I’ll be right back.” Making his way to the dj table Don accosted his grinning friend. “What the heck, man? I thought you had my back,” Don said with a chuckle.

Holding up his hands in surrender, George grinned hugely. “Don’t blame me man. It was Amanda.”

“Amanda?”

“Yeah. While you were dancing with Susan, Amanda told me to put on that song next. She said she’d kick me if you got away without taking her right out for the next dance.”

Shaking his head, Don snorted. “Figures. Look, I gotta get back man. But, hey, next time you better have my back or I won’t get you any more gigs bud.”

“Yeah, yeah. No prob. I hear you man.”

High fiving George, Don headed back through the crowd to where he had left his girlfriend. Taking his hand in her smaller one, Amanda whispered “Come on.” Threading through the dancing, eating, talking, socializing throng of wedding guests, all bedecked in their finest clothes for the occasion, Amanda led Don to a door to the left of the speaker’s podium in the back wall of the huge ballroom. Glancing over her shoulder to verify nobody was paying them any attention, she slipped through the door, motioning Don to follow. Shooting one last parting bird in the direction of the music table, Don followed his girlfriend.

“Where are we going?” Don queried, carefully closing the door behind him. The noise level dropped about sixty percent and the boy took a look around. They were in a narrow, carpeted hallway with several doors leading off it on the left. Don remembered childhood Christmas parties back in this part of the clubhouse from when he was younger.

“Some place where I can help you with your, um…, little problem,” Amanda responded, raising her eyebrows as she glanced down at his crotch.

“What do you mean little? I’ll show you little,” Don replied, placing hands on hips and giving her a fake glare.

“You forget, I’ve seen it before,” Amanda said giggling.

There was a familiar twinkle in Amanda’s shimmering eyes that Don knew meant the girl was hot and horny. Her nostrils were flared with her breath coming just a bit faster than normal. Her nicely filled out bodice rose and fell fetchingly. Amanda was just as turned on and ready to fuck as he was.

“There shouldn’t be anyone back here. Come on,” she said, taking off to their right.

Don followed Amanda’s form down the hall, grateful for the silence of his footsteps as they tread on the low brown carpet. Focusing on the compelling sight of Amanda’s gently swaying derriere Don couldn’t’ help but mentally compare it to Susan’s in her green gown. Don found the comparison not unfavorable. Both of the girls were beautiful, just different types. Susan Ranglotti was gorgeously hot, but Amanda was built like a brick shithouse with her full bouncy tits, nicely curved legs, and flaring hips. His turgid dick jumped like a kid anticipating ice cream as he remembered Amanda’s promise of a short while before. “Treat me like the devil, huh,” he whispered.

Amanda grinned evilly and twisted the knob on the brown wooden door they had come abreast of. “Cool,” she whispered as the door silently swung outward. With one last glance down the hallway to make sure nobody had followed them, the young couple darted into the room and closed the door, twisting the lock behind them.

Don spared a quick glance around the room. It contained an old metal desk pushed into a corner, several rickety looking book shelves overflowing with dilapidated paperbacks, a few wooden chairs and a baby grand piano with a red cushioned bench in front of it. Dust motes danced in the sunlight coming through a window on the far wall across from the door. Through the window he caught a glimpse of the water filled canal that ran behind the Knights of Columbus meeting hall. Quickly dismissing the contents of the room as unimportant, the teen breathed a sigh of relief at the fact that the room was unoccupied and, judging by the patina of dust covering everything, appeared rarely used. Taking a few quick steps across the dusty floor, Don glanced out the window. Satisfied that there was nobody in sight, he tugged the tan curtains closed. The twelve by ten foot room was thrown into light shadow.

Horny as hell after all the teasing, Don grabbed his girlfriend and pulled her to him. As Amanda melted into his embrace and tilted her head up, Don placed his hands in the luxurious curls of midnight black hair that flowed along her shoulder line. Twining his fingers into her locks, he lowered his mouth onto hers. As their lips met they mashed together forcefully, each of the eager, horny teens losing themselves in the rampant lust that overtook and scattered all coherent thought. Feeling her full lips part slightly, Don plunged his tongue into the brunette’s mouth where it met her own. As their tongues voraciously explored the depths of each other’s mouths, entwining in their own mating dance, Don pulled Amanda in closer.

Wrapping her arms around her handsome boyfriend’s muscular torso, Amanda raised her own hands up until her seeking fingers twined in the neatly shorn dark hair at the base of Don’s neck. Pulling down on his neck, she raised her 5’4” self up onto the toes of her low dress heels to better reach her 5’11” boyfriend’s gorgeously sexy lips.

As his tongue continued to eagerly engage in its precoital mating dance, Don relinquished his grip on Amanda’s hair. Roving hands wandering slowly down the length of her back found the curve of her buttocks. Feeling her raise up toward him, Don slid his hands a little farther. Clutching the base of Amanda’s delicious butt he dug his fingers in slightly. Amanda groaned as the strong fingers kneaded her tight ass, her breath causing a tickle in Don’s mouth.

Eager for more, Amanda pushed harder into her boyfriend’s ripped body. The hormone driven girl pressed her breasts against firm muscular pectorals fashioned by years of pitching baseballs and swinging bats. Hitching a foot around Don’s right calf, Amanda managed to ensconce her body between Don’s legs so that her lower abdomen was by his groin. A rhythmic pulsing against the skin just above her sopping wet pussy was plenty of evidence of Don’s erotic state of mind. His engorged dick was obviously rampant and desirous of being drawn from its polyester sheath. Amanda felt a surge of liquid desire deep in the center of her womanhood as her boyfriend’s dick pushed against her. Her skin flushed at the sensation of his large dick pressing on her even through his pants and her dress. She relished the absolute control her sex gave her over the men in her life, and lived for moments like this.

Running her hands over Don’s muscular shoulders and down his back, Amanda brought her hands under the tail of his jacket to trail fingernails along his spinal column. Don gasped in an agony of pleasure as her nails found the bundle of nerves just above his buttocks and circled there. Amanda smiled and moved her hands a little lower. Grasping Don’s ass in her hands, she luxuriated in the feel of his taut cheeks. Damn, he’s hot, she thought. What an ass. It’s a damn shame I have to leave soon. Shaking off the momentary sadness that the thought of leaving Don had brought with it, Amanda pressed in for another hot kiss.

Placing his hands around Amanda’s thin waist, just above the flare of her nicely rounded hips, Don picked her up bodily. Kicking off her two inch heels, Amanda struggled to hitch her dress high enough to allow for some freedom of movement in her legs. Managing to hitch her dress up to thigh height, Amanda encircled Don’s waist with her shapely legs, stockinged feet locking behind his buttocks. His raging hard-on thrust incessantly against her crotch with every beat of his rapidly pulsating heart. Amanda leaned her head in to nibble at the base of his neck where it met his shoulder. Wrapping his arms around Amanda’s torso, reveling in the feel of her breasts pushing against his chest and the pressure of her calves clamping his sides, Don stumbled to the piano. Turning, he started to place his sexy burden onto the flat surface of the three and a half foot high instrument. Amanda’s yelp of dismay almost caused him to drop her bodily on the wooden floor.

“No!” shrieked Amanda, laughing. “That thing is filthy. I can’t ruin this dress.”

Carefully setting her on her sheer nylon covered feet, Don apologized. “Sorry.” Grabbing a cloth from the back of a nearby wooden slat chair, Don quickly dusted a large area on the dark brown wooden surface.

Taking the old faded pink hand towel from his hand, Amanda dropped it over her shoulder where it fluttered to the floor. Stepping up close to her handsome boyfriend, the lust driven girl unbuttoned his jacket. Reaching inside, Amanda proceeded to loosen and remove Don’s tie. Snaking it slowly from around his neck, she carefully draped it over the back of the chair where the towel had recently been ensconced. Smiling coyly up at him, she reached into his jacket and deftly unbuttoned the top three buttons of his white dress shirt.

When his gorgeously sexy girlfriend’s lips met his chest, nuzzling toward an extremely sensitive hardened nipple, Don felt the sizzling heat straight through his ribcage. Her exploring lips sent waves of mind numbing pleasure surging out from his chest. His cock thrust against his zipper like a rampant lion trying to escape from its cage. “Oh my God,” he moaned as she undid two more buttons, her lips moving in a trail of fire until she found and suckled his left nipple. “Jesus fucking H. Christ,” he moaned. Leaning back, Don placed his butt cheeks against the edge of the recently wiped piano in order to help maintain his balance.

As his hot to trot gorgeous brunette girlfriend deftly finished unbuttoning his shirt, her tongue following her fingers all the way down until it found the slight indentation of his innie belly button, Don threw his head back, mouth partially open. His raging hard on continued to press insistently against its polyester cage. Shrugging out of his jacket and shirt, Don tossed them onto the piano bench. A cool breeze from the air vent in the ceiling blowing across his superheated skin raised goose pimples on his arms.

Noting the rapid whistling of her boyfriend’s ragged sex crazed breath rushing in and out of his nostrils and mouth as he both fought and fell prey to the sensations she was creating, Amanda smiled - a wicked upturning of the right corner of her mouth. Flicking the tips of her fingers into the trail of hair that started at Don’s belly button and disappeared down into the waist of his slacks, she ran the tip of her tongue around the circle of his belly button. The hair on his rock hard abs tickled the tip of her tongue as she drew in a deep breath through her nostrils. The sexy man smell of him caused a fresh surge of liquid heat to wash outward from her center. Reveling in the power she had over this beautifully powerful male animal, Amanda ran her hands around to once again cup his tightly clenched ass cheeks in her strong hands as she continued to lick her way down the happy trail of curly hair at the base of his stomach.

As Amanda’s ticklish, seeking tongue created a burning trail of exquisite torture just above his pulsating groin, Don groaned in ecstasy. Amanda slid her hands around again and began to gently tug at his belt, obviously intending to undo his pants and free his straining member. With a supreme effort of will, Don straightened slightly from his leaning position against the piano and, reaching down, grasped Amanda gently by her shoulders. Tugging upward he pulled her back to her feet from her squatting position.

As her boyfriend’s strong, callused hands pulled her back to her feet, Amanda trailed her fingernails along the hard muscular flesh of his stomach, finally allowing her hands to come to rest on his rock hard pectorals as she once more raised up for a passion filled, tongue entwined kiss. It felt like Don’s seeking tongue was plunging all the way through her body and into her wanton soul as he eagerly raped her mouth with his darting tongue. Reaching for the lacy tie at the bodice of her dress, Don fumbled for a moment. Finally managing to untie the string that ran across the top of a tanned circle of cleavage, Don slid a hand into the opening thus created. Slipping expertly under the lacy thin material of her brassiere, Don cupped the heavy fullness of a breast in one palm. With thumb and index finger he kneaded her rock hard distended nipple, luxuriating in the feel of the lust hardened wrinkled point of flesh sticking out a good quarter inch from the center of her aureole.

As her boyfriends fingers tweaked and rolled the sensitive skin of her nipple, Amanda groaned in unabashed desire. The shooting electric sensations radiating from her breast brought a crescendo of heat that centered in her sopping wet, hot womanhood. Breaking off the kiss, Don grasped the bottom of Amanda’s brassiere and pulled upward to uncover her luscious breasts. Working his hand sideways, he managed to push the material of her gown aside enough to lick at a hard nipple.

Amanda drew in a sharp gasp of breath as she was almost overcome by the wonderful sensation of Don’s tongue suckling her tit.

Reaching around Amanda’s back, Don ran his fingers over her spinal cord until he found the top of the zipper that held her gown up. Grasping the little tab at the top of the metal fastener, Don started to tug downward.

As she felt her boyfriend’s tug at the zipper on the back of her gown, Amanda gathered her remaining will power, took a shaky breath, and stepped back. “No. We don’t have enough time for all that.”

Don groaned. Really? After all this she’s going to leave me this way? Shit! Taking a deep breath, Don tried to control his racing heart and catch his breath. “I understand. You’re right. We better get back before your mom or dad comes looking for you.”

Arching a dark eyebrow, Amanda batted her long eyelashes. “Well, we’re not in quite that much of a hurry. Besides, I made you a promise didn’t I? Something about blowing on the embers, wasn’t it?”

The half frown of pent up sexual frustration was replaced by a grin on his face causing the dimples on his cheeks to stand out. “I recall something along those lines being mentioned.”

Placing one hand against his chest, Amanda pushed him back once more so that his butt was again pressed against the baby grand. Sinking toward her knees, she turned and retrieved the hand towel that she had previously discarded. Placing the cloth on the dusty floor in front of Don’s well shined shoes, Amanda rested her knees on it. Returning to her prior activity, the lusty girl once more tugged at the belt that held up her boyfriend’s pants.

After undoing his belt, Amanda gripped the waist band at each side of the snap fastener and tugged. There was a little pop as the snap released. Amanda licked her lips; she could see the length of Don’s huge penis straining against the thin material of his polyester dress slacks begging to be allowed unfettered access to the open air. Gripping the top of his pants with one hand, Amanda grasped Don’s zipper and tugged downward.

As Don’s pants loosened, Amanda pushed down on them. The slacks slid down over his muscular calves, baring his lightly haired athletic legs. Don’s pulsating penis, now restrained solely by the cotton material of his loose black boxers, stood almost straight out – tenting the underwear an impressive amount. Reaching down, Amanda tugged upward at one ankle. As Don lifted the indicated foot, Amanda tugged off his shoe and placed it aside, repeating the process on the other foot. Reaching up with two dainty hands, the buxom ex-cheerleader grasped the elastic top of her man’s underwear and pulled.

As his engorged dick finally sprang free, Don moaned in relief. His cock flexed and twitched with each breath he took. Feeling a tug once more by his ankle, he raised his feet one at a time to allow the gorgeous sex pot kneeling at his feet to remove his slacks and underwear, leaving him standing in nothing but a pair of thin black dress socks. Without raising from her kneeling position, Amanda folded the pants and boxers and set them on the piano bench.

Turning back to the pulsating object of her desire, Amanda took in the sight. Don’s huge penis jutted proudly out from between his thighs. Her boyfriend’s dick was nine inches long as she recalled, having once laughingly measured it with a ruler, nicely rounded and thick. The blunt tip of his dick bobbed invitingly in front of her eyes as if begging her to play. As she stared at the pinkish rod topped by a purplish blood engorged head, her heartbeat sped to a torrential rate. A drop of clear precum formed in the thin slit at the tip of it. The gleaming drop of transparent stickiness rolled down about a quarter inch of the length of Don’s cock before falling to the floor like a thickened tear. Amanda laughed throatily. “Better be careful about leaving DNA evidence behind. My Dad was a cop you know.”

“Thanks for reminding me,” Don said with a grin. “He’ll probably shoot me once the lab results come back.”

“Don’t worry so much. Mom hid his bullets last week after he threatened to shoot some guy that whistled at me.”

“Oh yeah. That makes me feel much better.”

“I thought it might.” Chuckling, Amanda returned to her perusal of his rock hard toned body. Below the lightly bouncing dick, two hairy testicles dangled low. Don had large balls which hung a good three to four inches below his groin. The hair nested under Don’s belly button continued down to join the coal black short curly hairs filling the vee between his thighs.

“Mmm, mmm. Verrrryy nice!” Amanda said, taking in the sight. Licking her suddenly dry lips in anticipation, Amanda reached out and gently wrapped a hand around the middle of her boyfriend’s huge dick. The heated, rock hard pole of flesh jumped in her hand as she touched it. “Speaking of baseball,” Amanda licked her lips, “this ballpark frank obviously plumps when you cook it. Or at least when you touch it.”

Tightening her grip slightly, Amanda stroked his dick down and up again, the loose outer skin covering the blood engorged shaft moving easily with her. Another drop of precum appeared glistening at the tip of his pee slit. Swallowing the lump in her throat, Amanda leaned in and, with just the bare tip of her pink tongue, licked at the gleaming drop of sticky man juice.

As his raving hot girlfriend’s hand gripped his dick and stroked, Don gasped in unadulterated bliss. When he felt the tip of her tongue graze the top of his dick right where the slit met the extremely sensitive spot where the skin of the shaft ran up in an inverted vee to meet with the bulbous head of his circumcised penis, he thought he would die. Don’s knees buckled slightly and he had to fight to maintain his balance. Throwing his head back he opened his eyes. As his whirling thoughts fastened on the black pattern of dots in the white tiles of the drop ceiling he groaned. “Holy shit. Fuck yeah. That feels great.”

Taking a deep breath of the musty man smell emanating from his crotch, Amanda felt her achingly empty pussy screaming for attention. Ignoring her wanton, moist center for the moment, she reached up to cup her boyfriend’s dangling balls in one palm. With her other hand she gently stroked the skin of his huge jutting penis. Pausing for a second, she stroked her thumb in a small circle right at the bottom of his piss slit, smearing the sticky precum around. Don gasped in rapture. “Goddamn. Oh hell, yes.” She removed her hand from his dick. As Don straightened enough to enable himself to look down at her, Amanda raised her head to meet his gaze. Don’s coal black eyes were glazed with lust and the tip of his tongue circled his lips. Staring straight into Don’s glazed over eyes she raised her hand to her mouth. Slowly and deliberately, she extruded her tongue and licked his essence off of her thumb.

Removing one hand from where it grasped the edge of the piano, Don stroked the hair on the left side of Amanda’s face. Gently moving her thick black curls back, he caressed her cheekbone and then the lobe of a dainty ear.

Smiling up at him as he stared raptly, his eyes eagerly following her every move, Amanda bent forward once more. Grasping his penis, she pushed it upward so that the length of his throbbing shaft lay along the skin of his stomach, reaching a good inch or so past his belly button. As he stared at her, his pulse pounding in his ears, heart beating a rapid tattoo against his ribcage, she gently placed her lips against his ball sack. Sucking in lightly, Amanda drew the wrinkly pink skin of his left testicle into her mouth. Her left hand traced a line of electric fire along the inside of his thigh, middle fingernail tracking along the nerve packed skin between his scrotum and his ass. Gritting his teeth, Don felt his legs tense up, his calves taut.

Gently rolling his testicle around with her tongue, Amanda then released it. Giving the other ball a luxurious lick she then gently blew warm air over his dangling testicles. “Told you I’d blow on the embers,” she said.

“Dear God,” Don groaned. His dick was throbbing with every beat of his pulse. Its nine-inch length pulsated rhythmically against Amanda’s restraining hand, forced to submit to her ministrations. Don longed to grab this gorgeously female creature, shove his hard dick into either her mouth or the molten depths of her hot pussy, and pound her until she begged for mercy before filling her with a huge blast of jutting seed. Breathing rapidly through his nostrils he strained to control himself.

Continuing to tickle the bottom of her boyfriend’s scrotum, the hairs on his testicles tickling her palm, the weight of his balls heavy in her hand, Amanda ran her tongue around her lips again to moisten them. Removing her mouth from his ball sack, she placed her tongue at the base of his shaft. Still holding the throbbing length pressed against his belly, Amanda ran her tongue slowly up the full length of his erect manhood.

As Amanda’s tongue flicked tiny torturous circles of molten heat up the length of shaft, Don once more threw his head back. Shifting his feet slightly further apart he flexed his knees for a second to keep from locking them and stopping the blood flow to his lower legs. As the tip of her tongue flicked at his slit he almost shot his load right in her face. Don grunted with the effort of restraining himself, digging his nails into the wooden edge of the piano. When she ran her tongue around the ridge encircling the head of his dick he sagged in place, using his hands to brace himself against the cool wooden surface of the piano against which his ass cheeks were pressed, ignoring the discomfort caused by the sharp wooden edge digging into the middle of his ass cheeks.

Licking her way up to the very top of Don’s delicious pole, Amanda opened her mouth in a small circle. Taking a breath in, enjoying the musky man smell of him, she lowered her mouth.

As his dick was swallowed into the molten wetness of Amanda’s mouth Don almost screamed. Clenching his jaw against an outburst he growled. “Fuck! Oh my God! Yes. Yes. Jesus Christ, suck my dick!” Placing a hand on the back of Amanda’s head he clutched at her thick hair, straining every fiber of his being to keep from shoving her head forward and ramming his dick down her throat. Waves of orgasmic lust crashed through his body, pleasure assaulting the walls of his willpower almost overwhelmed his ability to resist the temptation every time her tongue lapped at that spot where his pulsating purplish head met the throbbing blue veined shaft.

Feeling his body tense with agonized erotic pleasure, Amanda slowly continued lowering her mouth over the length of his dick. The hard smooth roundness of his manhood tasted wonderful - slightly salty with the taste of his leaking juice. Breathing through her nose she used her tongue to tease his shaft where it rested inside her mouth.

Halfway down the length of his dick she stopped once more. With her teeth she nibbled at the ridge surrounding the bottom of his blunt head. When his hips spasmodically jerked forward, almost shoving his dick all the way to the back of her throat, Amanda almost gagged. Pushing back against the pressure of his clamped hand and lifting her head, she let the tip of his rounded head slide slowly out of her mouth. As the last little bit of him reached her lips she gently closed her mouth most of the way and placed a kiss directly on the very tip of him. “Careful there big boy. You don’t want to gag me.”

“Sorry,” wheezed Don throatily, barely able to talk.

Winking up at him, Amanda teasingly squeezed at his cum laden balls. Don’s testicles had drawn up closer to his groin as the tense pressure of sexual desire caused his entire body to tense.

As Amanda’s tongue crept out of her mouth and did a slow circuit of her full red lips, Don sagged against the piano. His dick jumped and twitched, eager for more of what the brunette had been dishing out. Transparent, sticky precum continued to drizzle from the tip of his raging hard on.

“Looks like he still wants to play.” Leaning in once more, Amanda again ran her tongue over the length of his rod, this time starting at the top and working her way down the underside of him. Licking her way once more to the tip, Amanda took a deep breath and released her hand from his shaft. Darting forward she swallowed half of his nine inches in one quick swoop, stopping as his dick hit the back of her throat. Enjoying the taste of him as well as the sound of his crazed moans, Amanda began rapidly moving her mouth up and down over the rounded hard flesh filling her mouth. As the raging manhood twitched and jumped against her tongue, Amanda’s pussy ached with the need to be filled. Her entire body screamed at her to tear off her clothes and straddle this gorgeous dick, shoving its full length all the way to the balls inside her sopping wet molten center.

Don’s balls tensed and his dick head throbbed. Gritting his teeth he gasped in a breath through his nose, grasping at the tattered edges of his will. “Oh my God! Stop! Jesus Christ, stop or I’m gonna cum in your mouth.”

A foamy line of spittle ran down the length of Don’s penis as Amanda released the huge fleshy shaft from the confines of her mouth. Pulling Amanda to her feet once more, Don thrust his mouth onto hers, engulfing her full pouty lips with his. He could taste the pungent flavor of his own juices on her mouth. Pulling her against him he felt the uncomfortable sensation of his dick being pressed between their bodies. The silken feel of her dress felt strangely cool and slippery against the heated length of him. Reaching down by her waist, he grabbed a handful of dress and tugged upward.

As Don’s grasping hands pulled at her dress, Amanda stepped back slightly so that the material could slide up her smooth shaven legs. As the cool air of the room stroked her newly bared thighs she shivered. Her pussy was sopping wet and screaming at her for fulfillment. Gone was the thought of worrying about how long this would all take. Every fiber of Amanda’s horny female body screamed at her to let Don’s huge hard dick ram its way into her and plunge her depths as long and hard as possible.

Hitching her dress up with his fumbling hands, Don cupped Amanda’s full rounded ass cheeks through her panties and squeezed. She squirmed as he ran a finger up under the edge of her panties, stroking at the sensitive skin behind her pussy. Squirming his fingers a little farther, Don got two fingers inside the elastic band of her sheer panties and lightly tickled at the hairs between her legs.

As Don’s fingers found the very bottom edge of her pussy lips, twirling in the moist wetness there, Amanda gasped. A white hot sheet of pure desire zinged along her overactive nerves. Disengaging from him for a second she stepped back a step to get enough room to do what she needed. Hitching her dress back up from where it had slithered down by her knees when Don’s hands disengaged from her ass, Amanda yanked her red silk panties down and slithered out of them. Grasping Don’s muscle bound biceps she moved him away from the edge of the piano, taking that position for herself.

Turning to face the piano, Amanda grasped the hem of her dress and pulled it up to expose her bare ass cheeks to Don’s enrapt gaze. Placing the palm of one hand against the edge of the piano, she shifted her legs to spread them, exposing the dripping wet slit at her center to the testosterone ridden teenaged boy standing there in his naked glory.

Swirling his tongue around to moisten his dry mouth, Don swallowed. The sheer feminine smell of aroused pussy filled his nostrils causing his hormones to rage into overdrive. Dropping down, barely noticing that his knees missed the hand towel Amanda had spread on the floor, Don plunged his nose between Amanda’s ass cheeks. Gripping a buttock in each hand, Don’s darting tongue sought between her legs until it found the dripping hot slit of Amanda’s sopping pussy. Using his thumbs to spread her cheeks a bit more he felt the give as the lips of her cunt parted. Sliding his tongue between the soft folds of her labia, Don lapped at the juices there, enjoying the taste and smell of her hot womanhood. Running a hand around her waist he sought through the thin hairs of her vagina until he found the hard nub at the apex of her opening.

As her boyfriend’s tongue plunged in and out of her heated center, Amanda dug her fingers against the wood of the piano. Wave after wave of bliss crashed through her screaming nerves obliterating coherent thought. Gently nibbling and sucking Don drew the soft distended skin of a wet pussy lip into his mouth and grazed his teeth along it. His dick bounced up and down between his thighs as he turned his head sideways to gain better access to her fragrantly dripping cunt.

“Yes. Oh God, yes!” she moaned as his finger found her clitoris. As his rough fingertip twiddled with her clit she moaned in ecstasy. “Oh please God. Just fuck me! Please. I need you now.”

Allowing the thin flap of skin to slide from his mouth, Don placed his hands on his thighs and surged to his sock clad feet. Hiking the hem of Amanda’s dress back up from where it had covered part of her ass again, Don grasped his girlfriend’s hips and positioned himself behind her. His engorged dick jutted out from between his legs, eager to plunge into the heated hole in front of it. Placing the head of his dick against the moist opening of her pussy Don groaned as he felt the tip of his shaft slide between the slick folds of her womanhood. Unable to contain himself any longer the testosterone laden teen thrust forward, ramming the full nine inch length of his rock hard manhood to the hilt in the brunettes sopping wet pussy.

“Ahhh God! Yes! Fuck me!” Amanda moaned as Don pulled back and once more shoved his dick deep into her innermost recesses. His balls bounced against the bottom of her ass cheeks as he thrust his hips forward and back.

Gritting his teeth to keep his voice down, Don groaned. The heat of her hot ready depths engulfing his dick was the most wonderful thing he had ever felt. He could never get enough of fucking Amanda’s tight little pussy. Pulling back he fucked her hard, rapidly thrusting his dick in and out of the wet heat of her. He luxuriated in the feel of her soft skin stroking and milking his dick as it slid in and out of her slippery vagina. “Jesus Christ. Fuck yeah.” Leaning over Amanda where she was pushed against the hard wood of the piano, Don slipped one hand around from her waist and once more sought out the hard button at the top of her pussy. As his dick continued to plunge in and out of her he stroked the nub of her clit left and right with his pointer finger. Curly little hairs tickled his palm every time she was pushed forward by the motion of his thrusting hips.

Closing her eyes, Amanda gritted her teeth. Her libido was under assault as the wonderful friction caused by the lascivious pounding she was receiving brought her to the brink of orgasm. Stars exploded behind her eyes when Dons wandering hand found her clitoris again. Raising her head from where she had pressed it into the flesh of her left arm she rolled her eyes up. As an insurmountable wave of orgasmic ecstasy blasted through her cerebral cortex she let out a muffled shriek, barely able to keep her voice down to a sub yell. “Oh God! Oh God! Yes! I’m coming!” As Don started to slow down she reached back to grab at his ass, her fingers making it to his hip as she felt his dangling balls once more slap against the full flesh of her ass cheeks. “Don’t stop!” she moaned as another wave of earth shattering ecstasy blasted out from her pussy.

As Amanda shuddered and shook with the strength of her orgasm, Don felt his balls clench up closer to his groin. Suddenly he felt a river of molten jizz blast up the length of his shuddering cock. Ramming his dick to its full length he buried it as deep as possible in the hot soft folds of Amanda’s cunt. “Oh my Goddamn!” he cursed as the first steaming load of hot sperm shot from the palpitating head of his dick deep into the molten depths of Amanda’s womanhood. Arching his hips as far forward as possible, he grabbed Amanda at the waist and pulled her ass back hard against his groin. Don bit at his lip as another huge shot of jizz spurted from his shaft. “Oh fuck!” After several more orgasmic shots of heart stopping ecstasy, the last spurts of his cum slowed down. Relinquishing his death grip on Amanda’s waist, Don sagged slightly. Finally, spent, his dick slid from the sopping depths of Amanda’s dripping pussy with an audible plopping sound. A drizzle of sticky white sperm seeped from the slit.

“Oh my God,” Don moaned, barely able to keep his knees from collapsing. “Wow. Damn that was great.” Straightening up to his full height he rested one hand on Amanda’s nicely rounded still bare ass. As she finally arose from where she was bent over the piano he stepped back.

“Wow. That was nice,” Amanda said. Retrieving her panties she slid them on, and then patted her dress down. Looking Don up and down she smiled. “That still looks pretty good, and God knows I love a nice chest, but, um, are you planning on putting your pants back on? There’s still a wedding party out there you know.”

Running a sweaty palm over his close cropped hair Don chuckled. “Yeah. But at least we managed to uphold tradition.”

“How so?” Amanda queried as she ran spread fingers through her hair in a vain attempt to restore her coiffure.

“It’s always been tradition that the best man gets laid at the wedding. Usually by one of the brides maids, but I was only too happy to make an exception for you.” Tucking his mostly flaccid penis inside his boxers, Don began pulling on his pants.

“I’ll have you know that I’m neither honorable, nor a maiden.”

“Even better,” Don said. And, by the way, I still respect your honor but you may need a maid if you can’t get that dust off your sleeves.”

Brushing at the light patina of grayish dust, Amanda turned and pecked Don on a flushed cheek. The pensively sad look had returned to Amanda’s face. Her forehead was creased with some worry. “This was great…, but you know I, um, said I had something I needed to tell you?”

“Yeah. What is it?”

Sitting on the cushioned bench in front of the old piano Amanda patted the seat next to her. Don sat next to his girlfriend and turned partially sideways to look at her. She looked sad. Her lovely mouth with its full red lips was turned down at the corners and there was a sheen of moisture in her luminous eyes. Reaching up to stroke her cheekbone and the top of her neck Don once more inquired, “What is it Amanda? Is there something I can do…?”

Taking a deep breath, Amanda fumbled to retie the bodice string on her dress. “You know my dad was laid off a few weeks back?”

“Yeah. That really sucks. Isn’t your mom working over at the Kohls?”

“Yeah, but she doesn’t make that much. Dad’s been looking really hard for work before they go through their savings.”

“It’s tough, I know. Are they managing okay?”

“Dad found a new job,” Amanda said. Her head was hung down and she was twiddling with the bodice string, distractedly wrapping and unwrapping it around her pointer finger.

“Isn’t that a good thing?”

“It’s in Virginia. We’re moving in about four weeks.”

A sudden tightness cramped his chest, causing Don’s breath to catch in a hitch. Unable to believe what he had heard he said “Moving? You’re moving to Virginia in a month? Holy shit,” Don breathed in a low whisper. “So…, what about us?”

Raising her head Amanda brushed a thick lock of curly dark hair from her forehead. “It’s going to have to end Don. You know I care the world for you but…”

“Shit,” Don said quietly. Looking into her sad but determined gaze he knew she was telling him they were through.

“I know.” Placing an arm around her shoulders he pulled her in so that her head rested in the crook of his shoulder. “So, this is it?”

“Yeah. I guess so. You know we never said we were planning to be permanent.” Smiling slightly she trailed a finger along his thigh. “And we’ve certainly had our fun.”

With a light chuckle Don agreed. “That we certainly have.” Placing his chin on top of her head he enjoyed the tickle of her hair against his chin. “So, what was all that about before about Susan?”

“Susan. You know she’s always liked you.”

“Really? She was ahead of us in school. I never saw anything…,” trailing off. “Besides, she’s like my aunt now. Her brother just married my mom so that makes her my mother’s sister-in-law. I guess she’s kind of my step aunt.”

“Oh whatever. You’ve known Susan longer than your mom has known Mr. Ranglotti. And you can’t tell me you’re not attracted to her. I’ve seen the way you look at her.”

“Yeah, but…”

“But nothing. There’s no blood relation between you two at all. Besides, she’s a great girl. She’s gorgeous. You’re hot as hell. You two would be perfect for each other.”

“I don’t know. Ah, jeez this sucks.”

“It’s not that bad. I bet you could get Susan into a ménage-a-four with Pam and Felicia if you really tried.” Amanda winked at him and batted her long eyelashes.

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