Mat wasn’t home. Amanda fucked the boy from the dance. It was different. It was good. It was sensational. He had so much energy. So much rhythm. He held her on the edge for so long. And then he took her over. Oh God did she go over. Once she started coming she couldn’t stop. He didn’t stop. He kept fucking her and fucking her and she kept coming and coming. She didn’t think she’d ever stop coming. And then he came in her. Her cunt couldn’t get enough of his cum. Her body couldn’t get enough of his body.

Then she lay there. She felt completely sated. She felt so good. He lay next to her, but he didn’t matter. She still loved Mat. With Mat she felt cherished. She felt loved. With this boy she felt fucked.

She reached over. She took his sleepy penis in her hand. So soft and warm and slick with her slickness. In a moment she was going to taste him. She was going to taste herself on him. And then she was going to mount him and fuck him. She was going to fuck him like he’d fucked her. She wouldn’t love him like she loved Mat. She wouldn’t cherish him. She would fuck him.