Chapter 6

Amy gasped out loud in her sleep, her lovely form bucking wildly on the bed as she heaved her pussy towards the ceiling to meet the thrusts of her dream lover. She'd been drained by her masturbatory orgasms while watching the tape. The horniness was still strong in her youthful body, pursuing her into her dreams. She dreamed she was fucking her brother--and being fucked by him.

She could hear his grunts and groans mingling with her own as her luscious asscheeks pounded the mattress. Again and again, she heard the bell ring. She knew if she could just make it ring one more time--

Amy realized it was the doorbell chiming insistently. Groaning with frustration--another few moments in the dream and she'd have gotten her orgasm--Amy quickly got off the bed, tugged on the oversized robe, and padded to the door.

"Who is it?"

"Amy Beth Carson?" called an unfamiliar male voice.

"Yes. Who is it?"

"I was driving your hansom around Central Park the other night. You spilled your purse, and we found some things under the seat at the end of the night."

"Oh! I'll be right with you!"

Amy knew enough to realize that she should tip the man. She'd found that her wallet was missing. There'd been little money in it, but the little book with names, addresses, and phone numbers, along with her school identification cards, would be difficult, if not impossible, to replace.

She quickly rummaged through her suitcase until she found her emergency money and pulled out a ten. The man had obviously gone to a lot of trouble.

"Coming," she called, and began opening the doorlocks.

"Safe enough," the man said when he faced her through the doorway. He held out a paper bag.

"Thank you," Amy said. "Won't you come in for a minute?"

"Sure." He stepped past her, but not before he cast a thoroughly appraising gaze over her. Amy realized that except for the robe, she was naked. She met his eyes, he smiled at her. She knew that the proper reaction for her should have been hesitation and fear. On the other hand, she'd just been awakened from the homiest dream she could ever remember--

He reached into the bag and pulled out her wallet. "I certainly appreciate this," she said. She shoved her hand into the robe for the ten dollar bill. She disarranged her robe in the process and give the man a glimpse of a thrusting young Amy-breast.

"No, no," he said, waving his hand, "that's alright."

"I insist."

"You lost something else, though, Amy," he continued, his smile subtly changing. He reached into the bag again and kept his hand there. "In fact, when I found it, I was thinking about going through the city playing Prince Charming."

"I don't understand."

"Like Cinderella--but with a little difference.

Prince Charming went around looking for the girl whose foot fit into the glass slipper." He pulled her panties out of the bag and she knew what was coming even before he spoke. "I wanted to go around New York looking for the sweet little ass that fit these panties."

"Well, uh, thank you very much she began, again offering him the money.

But he shook his head, still smiling. It was an attractive smile. He wasn't an old man, only in his thirties, and not bad looking. He wasn't wealthy, but his clothes were clean. He towered over her, tall and cadaverously skinny.

"No, all I'd like is to be sure I've found the rightful owner for these panties," he said. "Like Prince Charming."

"Well, don't you think that maybe you have a lot of nerve?" Amy asked carefully.

He shrugged--and there was something totally disarming about the gesture. "Maybe. But then, I know what was going on in the back seat of the hansom the other night."

She was speechless.

"Not that I needed the panties to know. I was watching everything in the rearview mirror. I saw the way the old blanket was jumping around when you had your head in his lap, and I saw the way you were bouncing around when you sat on his lap. So I figured, what the heck, you seemed like a friendly girl, you're damned good looking and I know you're no prude."

She shook her head wonderingly.

"Besides, you're not shy," he quickly added. "I mean, look at the way you opened the door to me--dressed like that?"

"I'm not necessarily shy," she countered, "but that does not mean I'm indiscriminate."

He shrugged again, His grin was wide and good humored. "I sort of figured that since I was doing you a favor, you might do a favor for me. But, seeing you in the light like this, I can understand why you won't."

"Oh?" Her curiosity was piqued. "And why is that?"

"Hell, you're just a kid. What are you, fourteen?"

He was close--close enough to embarrass and slightly agitate Amy, who was proud that so many men mistook her for seventeen or even eighteen.

"So keep your money, and when you go back to that little town, remember that some people in the big, bad city aren't so bad--just ballsy."

That did it. She's been called a hick kid--and chicken, but...

Smiling, what she hoped was a cool, sophisticated smile, Amy calmly took the panties from him and stepped into them--without removing her robe. "They fit," she announced.

He laughed heartily. "That's one way to sneak out of it."

"Meaning?"

"You know what I mean."

Amy felt her juices starting to flow again. She was getting turned on. The idea of fucking did that to her. Here was a strange man, older and stronger than her, alone with her in a strange city. She could scream, and it probably wouldn't bring anyone. He was daring her to tease him, and she knew she could do it and get away with it!

Amy let her smile become knowing and stepped out of the panties.

"Why not?" she asked rhetorically. "You did me a favor, and if all you need to get your jollies is to do a little eyeballing...". Moving gracefully, she opened the robe and let it slide away from her fresh, rosy young curves. The look on the man's face as he saw her erect-nippled tits bounce firmly into view was enough to thrill her all by itself.

Calmly, without rushing, Amy bent limberly from the waist and picked up the panties. She straightened for a moment, letting her eyes travel upwards over the man's long form. She noted the throbbing bulge at his crotch in the process.

Still graceful and without haste, she stepped into the panties again, pulling them tightly over her pussy. She spread her arms in a theatrical gesture and did a smooth little pirouette for him.

"See?"

He whistled. "You got a beautiful body for a kid."

"Got your jollies, now?"

He smiled. "I wish I were ten years younger--or you were ten years older."

"Why? So you could look longer?"

"If I were ten years younger, maybe you'd get into the back seat with me, and if you were ten years older, you wouldn't be so afraid to do what you want to."

"What makes you think I'm afraid?"

"Because you're not doing it, and I know what you want to do."

"You're sure?"

"Un-hmm. You're all wet." He nodded and she knew immediately what he meant. The crotch of her panties was already soaked. She did want to do more than give him an exhibition--and yet she was hesitating.

"Maybe I like to see what's coming off, too," she hinted.

"Maybe." Without another word, he slowly unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard cock.

Amy's eyes widened as she watched the long, slim cock come into view. Only the cockhead was really flushed with blood, and the contrast made it look purple. The whiteness of the cockshaft made the cock seem even longer than it was. Yet, his prick was wonderfully slender, almost like a magic wand.

"C'mere and touch it, Amy-baby," he said softly. "It won't bite, but it does spit."

Like a zombie, she crossed to him on pointed toes. Her head barely reached his chest, and his stiff cock pointed at her midsection like a spear. She took another step forward. The cockhead was nuzzling against her heaving abdomen just beneath the luscious underswellings of her precocious tits.

He groaned. "Want to see more?" he asked. "Just help yourself, honey--there's more. Remember--I'm ballsy."

Licking suddenly dry lips with a vixen tongue, Amy reached forward and finished undoing his trousers. They fell loosely to the floor around his ankles. His legs were bony, but his balls were tremendous.

"I see what you mean," she said softly, fingers gently rubbing up and down the length of his prick. Her cunt was secreting like mad, and her nipples felt ready to burst with aroused blood.

Suddenly, Amy could wait no longer. She leaped up, her arms going around his neck. Amy climbed the tall man like a monkey on a tree, finally securing herself. Her legs locked around his waist, and her pussy rocked back and forth against the broad upper back of his prick.

The man helped. His hands went beneath her pert, taut ass. His fingers immediately began inching towards her lightly furred cunt, rubbing her pussy lips and pushing against the inner pinkness. Amy bit his nipples and heard his soft groan.

"I'm starving for the sweet little teeny cunt," he moaned-- and then the world was twisting and spinning upside down until Amy found herself hanging upside down. She was bewildered for a moment, but comprehension came as soon as she felt his hot breath against the insides of her thighs. Amy let her legs lie over his shoulders. She wrapped her arms about his hips, already reaching out with her precociously experienced tongue to lick up and down the length of his slender prick, from base to cocktip.