Chapter 16

"Are you okay, Amy?" her lover inquired quietly, brushing a strand of hair from her eyes.

"I'm fine, but you haven't fucked me yet.

"Well let's remedy that right now," John said as he pushed her back on the bed. Amy waited as he went to his knees. Her head fell back and she moaned when she saw him placing her legs on his strong shoulders.

John groaned when he saw Amy's dripping sex up close. He could see a tiny river of clear juice running from her pulsing hole, trickling down and disappearing between her cheeks. With an animal like moan, he opened his mouth and sucked her flesh inside.

"OHHHHH!" Amy screamed as his mouth closed over her sex once again. And her hips bucked as his tongue laved the entire area of her wet pussy. She grabbed his head, pulling it into her steamy cunt. Amy almost passed out when his tongue split her folds and forced itself inside her. His tongue seemed to have a life of its own as it twisted and squirmed around her trembling vaginal walls.

He drew his mouth from her sex and looked up with a question on his face.

"Oh God Please, I've got to have you," she hissed as she looked between her legs at his wet face.

John rose up, his prick bobbing with his excitement. He looked down at Amy and saw her swollen sex bared to his gaze. She was breathing heavily, her chest heaving; she looked almost out of control with lust.

"Please fuckkkkkkk me," Amy pleaded.

John positioned her at the center of the bed and crawled between her knees. Amy moaned once more and opened her arms to him.

With a growl of savage lust, John leaned forward over Amy. He bent his head and kissed her lips as he held his weight on his arms. "Put me in," he whispered.

Amy's hands were shaking so much that she had difficulty grasping his cock. She used both hands to steady it, pulling it almost harshly toward her waiting hole. Amy thought she would climax when the large purple head touched her lips. In an almost timeless gesture, Amy fit him into her small hole and pulled.

"Mmmmmmm!" she moaned in satisfaction as the head slipped inside with a little help from John.

John wanted to plunge his weapon into her and not unlike the ancient members of the golden Horde pillage her until she was totally vanquished. But did not, instead he took his time, easing into her slowly, enjoying the clutching spasms of her cuntal walls on his throbbing cock.

Her legs wrapped around his back and her hands grabbed his strong buttocks. She pulled hard and he slid easily into her sopping wet channel. His balls made contact with Amy's ass and he knew he was as deep as he could go.

Amy could barely get her breath. One part of her wanted him to fuck her as he had the night before. The other wanted to make this last forever.

John made the decisions for the two of them. Slowly, he began to pull out. When he was an inch or two out, he pushed slowly back in, causing Amy to moan. He did it again, coming out a little further. As soon as he felt her relax, he surged in faster.

"Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh yes!" Amy gasped and her hips began to move.

John began to move even faster. Soon, he was moving in and out of her tight cunt at a rapid pace. He began to fear for Amy's well being, for it appeared Amy was having a fit under him. Her fingernails dug into his back and her teeth were bit into his shoulder. And all the while a steady moan of pleasure issued forth from her throat.

At some point Amy began to climax. It was difficult for John to tell when it started. Amy moaned and he felt the throbbing of her cunt as it squeezed him, making it very difficult for him to hold back. He felt his balls begin to churn, demanding release. It was almost impossible for him to form words, but he needed to warn her.

"Amy... God!"

"I'm getting... close!

Meanwhile Amy had lost count of the number of climaxes she had already enjoyed, but this seemed to be the best one. Warmth and darkness enveloped her. She was floating on a cloud of sensual pleasure.

Their lips locked together as her hips began to buck into him faster than he was fucking into her.

"Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!" Amy hissed.

"Jesus," Amy cried out after turning her head and catching a view of them fornication in the mirror on the dresser. She was especially enthralled with the sight of John's ass as it pumped his cock into her.

Amy's face was a mask of lust. Her eyes were closed and her cheeks were flushed as her hands squeezed John's buttocks, pulling him forcefully into her. Her legs were wrapped around his waist and her hips bucked upward to meet each of his downward strokes. John's naked body almost covered Amy. He raised her legs, placing them on his shoulders and in the process, almost bent her double. This gave him the leverage to force himself as deeply into her as he could possibly go. Wanting nothing more than to give Amy another unforgettable moment, John moved his hips in powerful strokes, pummeling her cunt and cervix.

"Oh Sweet Jesus, I'm going to COME!" She closed her eyes and locked her legs around John's neck; her body tensed and began to shake as convulsions of pleasure beguiled her. Little whimpers slipped from her open mouth and her breasts rose mightily as she strove for more oxygen in her lungs, then crashed downward on filling them.

Amy came and came.

Each time it appeared that she was done, she started another. And so it went, with the sloppy sound of her cunt being pounded relentlessly by her loverman echoing throughout the room until John moaned that he was going to come.

Then it was John's body that tensed in pleasure and the room reverberated with his loud roaring moan, "That's it baby! That's it! Here I come ready or not!"

Then he froze, bellowed once more with his prick buried deeply in her cunt; then filled her with his ejaculate.

Several minutes later, Amy finally sat up. Her hair was a mess, her makeup smeared and her legs still akimbo with strings of sperm beginning to drip from her overly stretched hole. She looked into the mirror and saw a stranger; a stranger whose face was still flushed with the excitement of what had just occurred. And worse; the face bore a morbid hope that more was coming and soon.

The next thing Amy knew, she heard John whispering something to her.

"Amy, are you alright?" he said for the fifth time. Her body had convulsed for a long time and then collapsed. He was still on top of her, his arms holding his weight, his penis still inside her filled hole. He could feel Amy's muscles still rippling deep inside.

"Oh my God, John," Amy whispered weakly when she could speak again. However, that was all she could utter. She pulled him down to her and felt his hot body cover hers again as their lips met.

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The following morning Amy arrived at the theatre for the first day of rehearsal with more then the usual amount of apprehension. The rehearsal hall was under the Port Authority and shabby, not shabby sheik, but just shabby. Actually Amy was entering the theatre from the rear entrance. The theatre itself was located on 42^nd Street.

Almost immediately, Amy recognized the raven haired Elsie and her friend, the blonde haired Linda standing together while others passed them by to greet others. Linda spotted her first and waved and Amy quickly walked over to them, casting furtive glances about for her nemesis, Maury.

Elsie had been regaling Linda about her so-called boyfriend Joe.

"Amy ya gotta listen to this story. Elsie has this thing about guys, y'know? She meets the damnedest ones and always has a great tale to go with it. Go on Elsie, tell Amy about last weekend."

"Okay, okay," she glanced around and said, "we've got some time, so okay. So, Joe just left. Not this morning, but in my story, okay?"

"Joe just left. I'm woozy. We had like this 13-hour date, followed by a heated hookup. Drove upstate, where we quasi-hiked and picnicked on a mountain: trés romantic. He gathered a bunch of wildflowers and handed them to me with a shy smile. We love a lot of the same books, and he said he was going to give me a novel he'd just read next time he saw me."

Elsie, always the actress, threw her hands in the air to emphasize the next line. "Sometimes I love presumptuous men, y'know?"

"But he was gonna give me the book 'cause he wanted to hear my opinion of it. He talked very openly about his family and his work."

She sighed adding to her little drama. "Y'know, I love people who love what they do and might even have enjoyed Joe's enthusiastic descriptions of innovations in colorectal medicine had we not been eating. I suppose it was cute in a really nasty way."

Elsie looked the room over once again before continuing.

"Couple of not-so-promising things though; a half hour into the drive back, he asked what I thought about his Porsche. I told him the truth: I wasn't thinking about it. But this didn't go over with him, so I added, "I guess it's pretty," which I don't think is exactly what he wanted to hear. Anyway, back in the city, we inhaled a Greek dinner and went back to my place. And there we were, stretched out on my sofa, Fiona Apple in the background. He is a fantastic kisser, which is a relief, because who wants to teach?"