Amanda's Young Men by Madeline Moore Page A

Take it just as slowly. Right, right … Now in again, just a tiny bit faster.’
    The lad gritted his teeth in his effort to maintain control.
    ‘On your toes, Tom. Lift up and lean right over me. That’s good.’ Amanda ran her fingertips up and down his sides and across his hairless adolescent chest. As the slow rhythmical pace of their coupling began to get to her, she raked her nails down his chest, making him wince and leaving livid lines. Amanda curled to get her arms around him and her lips to his chest. Her tongue traced the welts that her nails had left on his tender white skin.
    Tom humped hard and slow. Either by instinct or luck, the head of his rod rubbed against Amanda’s G-spot and she moaned.
    Perhaps he took that as a signal, or maybe he simply couldn’t hold back any longer. He cut loose and pounded into her. Amanda grabbed his hair and pulled him lower. Her other hand squirmed between their bodies to find her clit. Abandoning the idea that this was for Tom’s benefit, she frigged herself furiously. She hissed her lust at him, spurring him on, and managed to bring herself to another goddam good climax just before he released inside her.
    His face distorted. He yelled ‘Yes’ half a dozen times; he yelled ‘Fuck’ half a dozen times; and finally, he collapsed on his side beside her.
    ‘Was that nice?’ she asked. ‘You looked like you liked it.’
    ‘Fan-fucking-tastic!’ He groaned. ‘Was I too loud? Did I look stupid?’
    ‘You looked beautiful, baby. Handsome, I mean. Happy. And you weren’t one bit too loud. You come beautifully.’ She sat up. ‘Which reminds me, Tom, has a girl ever swallowed your come?’
    He shook his head.
    ‘But you’ve come in a girl’s mouth, right?’
    ‘N-no.’
    ‘Been sucked off?’
    ‘Never.’
    ‘That’s terrible! I’ll have to take care of that. If you’d like me to?’
    ‘Take care of …?’
    ‘Suck your cock. Make you come. And swallow every last drop.’
    Tom moaned, ‘Oh, fucking hell, yes, please.’
    ‘Remember,’ Amanda told him, ‘however many girls suck you off in the future, I was the first.’
    ‘I’ll remember. I’ll always remember you, Ms Garland. You’re wonderful. I – I love …’
    Amanda gave him a warning look. There was no need for him to make sugary declarations he didn’t mean, not to her.
    His face flushed. ‘I love it,’ he finished lamely.
    Tom raised himself on one elbow to look down at his limp manhood. ‘But it’s gone …’
    ‘Soft? That’s fine, Tom. You’ll see.’ Amanda spun round on the bed and lifted Tom’s leg so that she could rest her cheek on the inside of his thigh. He was totally limp, in fact more than a little bit shrivelled. She lifted its head between her finger and thumb, parted her lips and took it into her mouth. Amanda let it just lie there, heavy on her tongue. After about half a minute, it twitched. Without her doing anything at all, it twitched again, and then a third time. Slowly, it thickened and lengthened, lifting and stiffening. Within a minute, it filled her mouth with its comforting bulk.
    Involuntarily, Amanda swallowed. Tom reacted instantly. His hips moved a fraction, pushing the head deeper. Amanda squeezed his thigh as a signal that he should keep still. Her tongue rolled around the hard smoothness of his helmet. She turned her neck a little, working his knob into the pouch of her cheek, and then sucked air. Tom jerked. Amanda lined her throat up again. She relaxed her gag reflex. She nodded. Tom groaned.
    Amanda found Tom’s hand and laid it on the mound of her sex. Taking his cue, the boy curled a finger inside her while he found her button with his thumb. Incredible, how quickly he’d learnt the basic tricks to pleasing a woman! As he glossed her glistening pink seed, Amanda gurgled on his dome and slavered it with her tongue.
    ‘Shall I …?’ he asked, licking his lips.
    Amanda nodded and lifted her leg. It’d been years since she’d been in a