Young Amy In Her Bedroom

Young Amy In Her Bedroom

Amy lay prone on her bed, her lower legs dangling over the edge. The ponytail of her thick blond hair smelling of wild strawberry shampoo curled behind her head, and her full lips were puckered in a pout. She had been crying, because her father wouldn’t allow her to go out on dates with boys yet. Not until she was sixteen, almost a whole year away. What a poop he was, Amy thought as she wiped tears from her eyes with the back of her hand.

“Daddy isn’t fair,” Amy yelled out. She wasn’t afraid to be overheard, because her parents had already left the house to go out for the evening. They wouldn’t be back until around midnight.

Amy’s thoughts turned to Danny. He was a boy in her school, and he was really cute. But what was Daddy worried about though? She just wanted to go out and have fun with Danny. Having normal fun. It’s not like she was going to go out and have sex with him. Of course she sometimes thought about it. Sure. It was normal. But she knew about girls her age that had sex with boys. Those girls had bad reputations, and Amy didn’t want that. Also these days, there was always the worry about Aids.

Still Amy often thought about sex. She was thinking about it right then. Thinking about kissing Danny. Thinking about Danny’s hands pressing against her breasts. And as she thought about it, Amy pressed her own hands against her breasts and felt her nipples harden under her blouse. She wasn’t wearing a bra, so she could feel the softness of her small but firm breasts through the blouse material. Her thumbs played with her protruding nipples. “Mmmm.”

Amy undid two buttons of her blouse and put her right hand inside to cup her left breast, squeezing it tenderly. As she did so, she felt her loins begin to tingle, and a slight shiver radiated up her body. She unbuttoned the rest of her blouse, and opening it wide, fondled and squeezed both of her pinkish white breasts. Breasts of young womanhood. Tender…soft…yet firm.

“Mmmm, that feels nice,” she sighed.

Amy’s body grew warmer, and her pussy tightened and relaxed, tightened and relaxed every time her thumbs and forefingers squeezed her dark pink nipples. Her left hand moved slowly down her chest to her flat but satiny soft, tawny abdomen. She sucked in her tummy as her fingertips slid under the waistband of her skirt. But her waistband was too tight for her to easily get her hand under it, so she reached lower and lifted the hem of her skirt up to expose her bare upper thighs and pink panties. As her hand slid over the cotton fabric and down over the edge of her pubic bone, her buttocks tightened and pushed her pussy up to meet her fingers. Amy’s lips puckered and a long, slow breath escaped from them. “Ohhh,” she breathed.

Amy could feel the warm moisture beginning to seep through her panties. The feelings she was getting felt good. But she wanted more. With both hands, she pulled her panties down to her knees, then return her left hand to between her firm young thighs.

“Ahhh, better.”

Now she could slide her middle finger between her swollen pussy lips that were wet with her juices. Her clitoris was beginning to swell also, but it was still too tender for her to play with yet. That was okay. Her pussy was enjoying the feel of her fingers sliding through the crevice between the lightly haired mounds of her pussy.

But the panties at her knees were keeping Amy from spreading her legs as far apart as she desired, so she stopped her hand movement long enough to remove the panties completely. Now she could spread her legs as wide as she wanted. Now her inner lips and the opening of her vagina were exposed.

Amy’s middle finger slid past her clitoris and down to her vagina, the tip of her finger sliding over its edge and entering to the first knuckle. Her abdomen quivered as she did so.

“Ohhh,” Amy moaned, as her finger pressed the upper inside of her vagina. Moments later, Amy heard a noise at her bedroom doorway. Panicking, she quickly moved her hand away from her loins and clamped her knees together. Breathing rapidly, she raised her head to see what had made the noise. There at the doorway stood Max, her five-year-old Black Labrador Retriever, his ears perked up as if he were wondering what was going on in here.

“Whew.” Amy let out a long breath of air in relief.

Her first thought had been that her parents had returned home. Thank goodness it was only Max. Her heart began to slow from its sudden quickened pace.

Amy thought of putting Max out in the backyard, but she was too much in a hurry to return to what she had been doing. It had felt so good. And if Max wanted to watch…fine. Besides, him being there made her feel kind of… naughty. It added a little…what?…excitement to what she was doing.

So she lowered her head back down on her bed, as her left hand moved back between her young thighs, and her knees parted once more.


After the momentary interruption, if anything, her finger sliding back between her pussy lips and back to her vaginal opening felt even better than before. She pressed the tip of her tongue against her upper lip, and a slight moan escaped from her throat.

As Amy’s middle finger pressed against and circled the opening of her vagina, she heard Max whine. If he wanted to go out, he would just have to wait, Amy thought. She couldn’t stop now. No way. Another moan escaped her lips as the pleasure intensified. Amy’s buttocks cheeks tightened and relaxed, rhythmically pushing her pussy up and down, as now two of her fingers slid between her pussy lips. She spread her legs even wider.

Suddenly a cold nose touched her hand, and a thick, warm tongue licked the lower edge of her hot pussy, sending a shockwave through her whole body. She sat up with a start and hurriedly pushed Max’s head away with both of her hands.

A feeling of embarrassment came over her. Why did Max do that? Amy looked at Max, wanting him to go away, but she couldn’t get herself to tell him to do so. She just sat there looking at him, as he sat there looking back at her, panting with his tongue hanging out.

Amy’s eyes centered on Max’s tongue, as it moved with every pant. A warm, hot feeling moved up Amy’s body from her pussy to her head. Her breath began to quicken and her chest tighten

No. That would be too weird… Wouldn’t it? The thought that was coming into her head. Her eyes kept looking…staring at Max’s tongue, and she thought, Max licked her face all the time. So…it would be okay if he licked her…down there. Sure it would… Wouldn’t it?

Amy slowly lay back on her right elbow. Her left hand returned to her pussy and she began to rub once more, her eyes still fixed on Max…his tongue.

Max started to rise up from his haunches, but he sat back down, whining slightly.

Amy slid her bottom to the very edge of her bed, and spread her knees apart. Part of her felt she should close her knees tightly together and stop this. But no. No, she wasn’t going to.

“Come here Max,” Amy whispered so softly that Max only perked up his ears. Amy’s throat was so dry and tight. She swallowed and tried to take in more of a breath.

“Come here Max,” Amy said only slightly louder. But this time Max stood up on his strong legs and slowly started moving toward her.

Amy almost felt like she was going to faint. Her heart was pounding so hard she could hear and feel her pulse at her temples. She licked the perspiration that had formed on her upper lip.

Max stopped a foot away from Amy.

“Come on Max. Come on boy.” Her voice begged. Pussy juices beaded in the curls of her pubic hair and glistened on the exposed pinkness between her swollen inner lips, as Max slowly…slowly stretched his head forward and sniffed. He licked his muzzle, swallowed, and drew his head back, whining as if he thought he was doing something wrong and was going to be punished.

“Good boy Max. Good boy,” Amy said, softly. “Come on boy. Come on. Please Max. Please!” she pleaded. With bowed head, Max looked up at Amy’s face and saw that she wasn’t mad at him. Not at all. She was directing him towards where her hand was. He licked his muzzle once more and took a step closer…closer.

Amy’s heart seemed to pound even harder, as she watched Max’s head again stretch toward her. When his nose was just inches away from her pussy, his tongue snaked out… and licked.

“Oh geez”

Amy had never felt anything so instantly pleasurable in her young life. Max swallowed, then his tongue flicked out once more, but this time it pressed firmly at the base of her pussy and licked up through the crack and skimmed over her clitoris.

“Oh geeeez,” Amy breathed again, as Max’s firm wet tongue finally did what she wanted.

Max drew his head back, but just to move closer. His tongue returned to Amy’s pussy and licked again and then again, each lick heightening Amy’s pleasure.

Amy lay fully back on her bed and brought her right hand also down to her pussy. Using both hands, she spread her inner lips apart, offering herself completely to Max’s wonderful tongue. Amy’s abdomen rose up and down as she took deep breaths. She had never felt such great sensations as the ones Max was giving her. Max was licking and slurping her juices as they flowed from her pussy.

“Oh yeah Max! Oh God yeah,” Amy moaned.

Amy pushed her pussy up to meet Max’s tongue, and as his tongue again started its lick upwards, it slightly touched her anus. That was a new sensation. And a really good one. Amy managed to scoot her bottom even further over the edge of her bed. With every lick of Max’s tongue, Amy’s buttocks tightened, and her pussy rose. Now with almost every lick, Max’s rough tongue was also licking her anus. What intense pleasure. What sensations. She could even feel the tickling from the fur of his jowls and ears rubbing against the blond fuzz on her soft inner thighs. The breath was coming loudly out of Amy’s mouth now, as she panted. Time… nothing meant anything, except Max’s tongue.

Amy’s young pussy was getting and enjoying its first licking, and Max was getting and enjoying every drop of its sweet juices.

Then a slight change occurred. The tip of Max’s tongue started dipping into Amy’s vagina. Oh yes, a new sensation!


Max’s tongue licked and dipped. Licked and dipped. Trying to get every drop. And Amy tried to will her pussy to open wider, so that Max’s probing tongue would go even deeper.

Amy’s clitoris was now fully engorged, and when Max licked it, the feeling was pure pleasure. Max’s tongue was mostly concentrating on Amy’s pussy opening, so Amy moved her left hand to the top of her pussy, and her middle finger began to work at her clitoris. Amy closed her eyes. She was in heaven. “Oh oh ohhh,” she moaned.

Amy felt a new sensation starting to build in her loins. Almost painful, and it started to scare her. But it quickly changed to a rushing, good feeling. As the feeling built in intensity, Amy moaned out, “Come on Max. Come on boy!”

But all of a sudden, Max stopped licking.

“Come on Max,” Amy pleaded.

But Max didn’t continue. Instead his front paws came up on the bed next to her shoulders. Amy’s eyes flew open, and above her, she saw Max’s head, his panting tongue lolling out. “What are you…?” Amy started to say, but then she felt something warm poking around her pussy. Amy was startled into a moment of immobility, which gave Max just enough time for his swollen cock to find the entrance to her vagina and slide in. Amy felt the cock head going in, and it hurt as it stretched the opening of her vagina. She had put a finger in her pussy before. Even two, sometimes. But Max’s cock must be even thicker than two of her fingers, she briefly thought. Amy immediately thought to push Max off of her, but her hands were wedged between Max’s groin and hers. She pulled her hands free, but this only enabled Max to drive his thick hard cock in even further, spreading Amy’s tight, virginal vagina wider still. Max’s thrust drove her back down and pinned her to her bed. A guttural “ruff” came from Max’s throat, a sound of triumph as he plunged his swollen cock firmly into Amy’s tight warm pussy.

It was hurting Amy, but it obviously was not hurting Max. He panted as he drove his cock in and out, in and out at a quickening pace.

“No, Max, no!” Amy tried to order, but Max paid no attention. “It hurts!”

“Ouw!” she moaned with every thrust, “Ouw! Ouw! Ouw!…Oh……..Ouw ………….Oh!

Amy’s juices joined with the pre-cum of Max’s cock, and his member began to slide easier.

“Ohhh!…….Oooohhh!” Amy breathed a long moan, as the hurting feeling began to change.

Because her pussy was already so well lubricated and in such a sexual fever pitch due to Max’s tongue, it was starting to feel a little good. No, more than a little good.

“Ooohh! Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Ooohhhhh! Oooohhhh!” she began to think, then began to breath, then began to moan. Amy’s pussy started pushing up and down again. But this time it wasn’t to push Max off of her. Amy could feel every bit of Max’s cock sliding against her pussy walls. Every wonderful sensation. Her nostrils breathed in Max’s animal smells along with her own. “Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Oh Max. Max. Oh yeah,” she kept moaning, as she pushed her pussy up for Max to thrust as much of his cock into her as he could. She now wanted all of it.

“Oh…oh…oh. F…,” Amy almost had said the F word that she had never liked hearing.

But it felt sooo good! She couldn’t stop herself.

Oh Max, fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Oh yeah.”

And there it was again. That sensation she had started to have earlier. That intense building sensation. Starting in her loins. Moving up into her abdomen. Her chest. Her pussy began to tighten.

What was wrong? What was wrong? Amy thought. But she couldn’t stop. Then her pussy tightened so tight, and the small of her back arched, and suddenly the most wonderful sensation yet flowed over her body.

“Oh God! Oh God!”

Her pussy jerked and jerked and jerked, and she felt her juices gushing.


The wonderful sensation slowly began to melt away, but Max continued. He paused only briefly to adjust his back paws and move closer, and then he continued his thrusts. His cock seemed to go even slightly deeper now into Amy’s pussy. New virgin territory stimulated. Again that wonderful feeling began to build. “Oh yeah Max. Oh yeah… oh yeah!” “Don’t stop Max. Please don’t stop,” Amy begged. Max was not about to stop. Not yet.

Amy came again, her long moan taking every bit of air from her lungs. Just as this sensation began to ebb, Max seemed to thrust even harder, and his cock began shooting its huge load of cum deep into Amy’s vagina. The hot juices spurting against Amy’s vaginal walls caused her to come once more, her pussy spasming as if to gulp in every last drop, ending in one final rigid shudder.

After a few more thrusts, Max slid out of Amy and lowered his front paws to the floor. After a few moments, seemingly examining his handiwork, he turned around, curled up against Amy’s closet door, and with his tongue, started cleaning himself up.

Amy had to just lie there on her bed for a few minutes to catch her breath. Finally she rose up on both elbows. She first looked at Max and saw what he was doing. She noticed with alarm the size of Max’s already softening cock. She had had that big thing in her? She couldn’t believe it. Then she looked at the base of his cock and noticed an even thicker lump that was there. Thank goodness Max hadn’t pushed that up into me, Amy thought. Max had tried to push the knot of his cock into Amy, but the way Amy and he were positioned on the bed, he was unable to do so. Amy had been lucky. Her virginal pussy would not have been able to take it.

Then she looked down between her legs. Reaching down with her left hand, she felt all the juices that were there. I have some cleaning up to do too, Amy thought.

That night, lying in her bed, Amy was a little sore. But it was a good sore. She knew the soreness would go away. And thinking about Max, she also knew the good sensations would come again.

The next day when her father apologized for upsetting her about not being allowed to date boys for another year, Amy did not again get upset. She smiled. “That’s okay, Daddy. I guess I can hold out another year.”

Over the weekend, Amy thought about Max having raped her. Yes, she was sure in her mind that is what had happened Friday afternoon. Max had raped her. It wasn’t her fault. But she kept thinking about it and thinking about it, and the thoughts kept making her feel a sexual tingling sensation in her loins which caused her hand to stray between her thighs to rub.

Now it was Monday afternoon, and school was out. It had been hard to keep her hand from between her thighs during her classes, but somehow she had managed. Now walking home, she could feel the wetness of her panties and her pussy and clitoris straining to be…what? Rubbed. Yes, rubbed. Amy found herself increasing her pace to almost a run in her hurry to get home. Her mother would be gone, and she would be home alone. She wasn’t really going to do anything sexual, she told herself. She just wanted to get home to do… well, she wasn’t sure what yet.

The young 15-year-old entered her house and went straight to her bedroom. At first she sat at her desk to start her homework, but she could not concentrate on it. Maybe she would just get on her bed and read.

And so she lay back on her bed with her pillows behind her back and started to read. But still she could not concentrate on her reading. Seemingly against her will, her thoughts strayed to last Friday again, and her left hand moved down to between her thighs and started rubbing her wet panties. She could feel her pussy lips swelling and its juices seeping even more through her panties.

“Stop that.” she told herself, and she put her hand back to her book. Two minutes later, she put the book down.

Licking her parched lips, she decided to go into the kitchen to get something to drink. Of course, on the way to the kitchen, she had to pass the sliding glass door to the backyard, and as she did so, she looked outside.

There was Max, sleeping on the porch. Amy felt herself flush and her chest tighten. She went to the cupboard, got a drinking glass, and filled it half full of water from the faucet.

Why was her hand trembling, Amy wondered, as she held the glass to her lips.

As she returned to her bedroom, she again started to pass by the sliding glass door. But this time she stopped when she saw Max.

“I’ll just let Max in the house for awhile. He looks lonely out there.” Amy said to herself.

Max’s ears perked up, as he heard the glass door scrape open, and he bounded into the house obviously happy to be let in. He put his front paws on Amy’s skirt and licked at her hand. This made Amy’s chest tighten even more than it had been.

“Stop that, Max.” she said, as she pushed the Black Lab down.

She returned to her bedroom, hearing Max following behind her. Getting back on her bed, she began to read her book, but her thoughts were elsewhere. Her eyes closed, and her left hand again moved down to between her thighs. Her panties were very wet as her fingers found her wanting pussy. Rubbing, she could feel her pussy lips swelling again. She felt naughty, but still, it was a tantalizing feeling. Her hand slid under her panties and between her pussy lips. Warm and slippery.

Oh, that feels good, she thought.

Amy’s eyes slowly opened and she glanced over to Max. He was sitting in the middle of the floor watching her with ears perked.

“No, I’m not doing anything like that again.” she said to herself. It was too nasty. It was wrong. It was…

A slight moan escaped her lips.

“My panties are too wet.” Amy said to her self. She draped her legs over the edge of the bed and removed her panties, but her hand returned to her pussy, and she lay back on her right elbow, her eyes on Max.

She was trying to resist the temptation that she was having…wasn’t she? But she couldn’t help herself. Slowly she moved her pussy closer to the edge of the bed and spread her knees apart.

“Come here, Max.” Amy breathed.

This time, Max did not hesitate. He moved quickly to Amy and began licking.

Oh yes, Amy thought. Oh God, that feels so good, just as she had remembered.

Max’s thick tongue licked and licked, sliding between Amy’s pussy lips, teasing her clitoris, and poking into her vagina.


Then Max stopped, and Amy saw him prepared to mount her like he had Friday. But this time, Amy knew what he had in mind, and panicking, she got up quickly, pushing him away.

She wasn’t going to let him do that again. It wasn’t right. It just wasn’t right.

Amy pushed Max away from the bed, but Max raised up and pushed back. Amy lost her balance and fell to the floor, her head and shoulders up against the side of her bed.

Max moved around and over her and licked her face. He was obviously agitated. Amy’s eyes strayed to his hindquarters. His cock extended out from its sheath, bouncing with every breath he took.

As Max straddled her and licked her face, Amy’s hand was drawn to Max’s cock and wrapped around it. This action caused Max to stop his movements. Amy could tell he liked what she was doing. She could feel his thick cock throbbing in her hand, but she couldn’t see what she was doing, and she wanted to see. Amy tried to push Max’s front legs out of the way so she could see better, but the dog would not move.

Amy wanted to see, but how?

Max put his right paw up on the bed and moved closer. Then his left paw rose up onto the bed, and he moved even closer…only inches from Amy’s face.

Now she could see it. There was his cock. Right in front of her. She watched fascinated, as her hand moved on his throbbing member. As Max adjusted his front paws on the bed, his cock moved even closer to her face and his hindquarters began to trust with every stroke of her hand.

Amy suddenly thought about what one of her girlfriends had told her. That boys liked to have their cocks sucked. She had wondered what it would be like to do that. Could she really do that? It seemed so…nasty. She could feel the blood in her temples, pulsing. She found herself almost straining to breathe, and she felt kind of light-headed.

Could she…would she…do that…to this cock? This cock that was right there, right there in front of her face?

Amy told herself, “No.” But as she was doing so, she licked her lips and pulled Max’s hindquarters closer to her, pulling Max’s cock closer, closer. It was right there. Right there in front of her face. In front of her mouth.

Slowly her lips parted, and she moved her head forward and pulled Max to her.

The tip of Max’s cock slid into her mouth. She tasted its saltiness. It wasn’t bad, not bad at all. Kind of like salt licorice.

Max felt his swollen cock enter his owner’s mouth. Felt the warmth…the wetness…and then the sucking. His cock wasn’t in a pussy, which he was familiar with, but hey, this was okay. Yes, this was different, but it sure felt good. Real good.

He thrust his cock further into Amy’s mouth…in and out…in and out. With each thrust, he panted. It almost sounded to Amy’s mind like, “Fuck her, fuck her, fuck her, fuck her.” It seemed to make Amy even hotter. Amy couldn’t believe what she was doing, but now she didn’t care. She had instinctively started sucking Max’s cock. Tasting him. Running her tongue over his shaft, feeling its curves and bumps. She was fascinated by the way his cock slid between her lips and over her tongue, jabbing at her throat. The throbbing hardness of his thick cock in her mouth, thrusting in and out…in and out.

Max thrust harder and deeper into Amy’s sucking mouth. As the cock tip hit at her throat, Amy gagged. She tried to push Max back some, but Max would have none of that. He growled and thrust deeper. It wasn’t a pussy, but it felt so good, and he was going to fuck it. Fuck it until he was done. As always, once he had his cock in, he was in charge. He was the master.

With female dogs, he would push his cock in far enough that its knot would fix inside the pussy. Instinctively Max tried to push further into Amy’s mouth.

After Max’s growls, Amy stopped trying to push him away. But her mouth was only so deep. Max’s cock thrust at the entrance to her throat again, causing Amy again to gag. She didn’t like the gagging, but what could she do?

Maybe if she could relax her throat. Could she?

She tried relaxing her throat, and on the fourth thrust after she did, the tip of Max’s cock entered the tunnel of her throat. Amy felt the cock rub at the top of her throat, and she gagged slightly. But as the gag ended, Max’s cock head entered her throat again…then again.

Amy’s eyes widened as Max’s cock drove further into her mouth, down her throat, and she saw the cock’s huge knot getting closer to her puckered pink lips. Closer…closer.

Then without notice, her throat and mouth began to fill with Max’s cum. Amy was not prepared. Some of it shot down her throat, and with her mouth full, globs of his cum dripped from her lips onto her blouse. So much was shooting into her mouth, she had to swallow and swallow. The slimy, salty juices sliding down her throat.

Finally the flow stopped, and Max brought his front paws down from the bed. He looked at Amy’s face seeming to examine his accomplishment, then moved over to the closet door, curled up, and began cleaning himself with his tongue. Amy wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and licked her lips, then just sat there, stunned at what she had done.

A smile formed on her face. But she wasn’t completely satisfied.

What next?
Amy sat on her bedroom floor, her pussy still aching to be satisfied. She had pleasured Max, now it was her turn, and she was all wet and swollen from the recent sexual act.

Amy got up from the floor and lay back on her bed. With her weight on her right elbow, she quickly moved her left hand to her pussy. Her fingers slid between her moist, swollen pussy lips. Oh yes, right there. That feels so good. That’s where her need was. The muscles of her pussy tightened at the pleasurable sensation. And the anticipation increased as she looked over at Max. She saw that he quit cleaning himself and was looking up at what she was doing. He stood before her almost pawing at the floor, his tail wagging, and his tongue licking at his muzzle.

“Okay, Max. Lick me, boy. Come on.” Amy almost begged.

Max slowly stood up, his tail wagging as he licked at his muzzle. He moved forward, and his tongue went right to the spots Amy desired. His tongue slid and poked into and around her pussy sending jolts of pleasure into the young girl, causing her to moan loudly.

Her eyes closed with the pleasure, but they flew open when she suddenly heard a slight tapping noise coming from her bedroom window. Her curtains were open, and there framed in the window was the face of, Jerome, the African-American who cleaned her family’s backyard swimming pool. He was grinning at her, as his finger tapped on the window glass.

0h my God, Amy thought as she quickly jumped up from her bed, ran to the window, and drew her curtains shut.

She began to tremble from being caught in such an embarrassing situation. And by him! How much had he seen? If he had seen her suck off Max, she would just die. Totally. It seemed to Amy that her brain was spinning around and around, making her dizzy. She sat down on her bed and squeezed her eyes shut as if to make it all go away. As if it had never happened.

But it wouldn’t go away, because now she could hear Jerome knocking at the back door. Max, hearing the noise, ran out of her room to investigate. Amy hoped that Jerome would go away, but the knocking got louder, more persistent.

Finally, Amy got up off of her bed and slowly walked to the back door. What was he going to say? What would he want?

She reached the door, and without opening it, asked, “What do you want?”

“It’s about time, girl. Open the door and I’ll tell you, ”

Reluctantly, Amy opened the door, and the well-built African-American, about 20 years of age, came into the room.

“Mmm, mmm, that was sho’ something to see. A big black dog eating sweet, young, white pussy.” he said with a big smile on his face.

“Okay, so you got your kicks. Now go away.” Amy replied, so relieved that, it seemed, that was all he had seen.

“All right, all right, baby.” he said. “I’ll go away.” Then after pausing for a moment, he continued, “But watching all that got my Johnson so hard, it hurts. Now if you just pleasure my Johnson, then I’ll go away and forget what I saw.”

“No way! Just go away, or I’ll…I’ll…”

“You’ll what?” His grin widened. “You’ll tell your parents?”

Amy knew he had her. She’d have to do what he wanted. And when a deep sigh escaped her lips, Jerome knew she had surrendered.

Max sat back on his haunches staring at the two humans as if wondering what was going on. He wanted to get back to what he had been doing. He had already licked all of Amy’s juices from his muzzle, and he wanted more. But Amy was ignoring him. And after a few more minutes of talking, Amy was now walking back into her bedroom with this African-American. Max decided to follow them to see what would happen.

As Jerome came to the middle of Amy’s bedroom, he turned around, unbuckled and unzipped his pants, and pulled them down almost to his knees. His underwear followed the pants, and his ebony cock sprang free, already hardening as he took it in one hand.

Amy stared down at it, watching the black manhood thicken and lengthen and harden even more in his hand. She had never seen anything like that, had not even imagined.

“Okay girl, now get on your knees and suck my Johnson.” Jerome ordered.

“All right, all right, I will. But first, you have to put on a condom or something.”

“Hey, I’m clean, Baby. But, okay, just to make you happy…”

Jerome stuck his hand in his pants pocket, pulled out his wallet, and pulled out a small packet. Tearing it open, he took out the condom and fitted it on his cock.

“Now!” he demanded.

Resigned, Amy got on her knees, and Jerome moved closer to her. As his throbbing cock drew closer, Amy opened her mouth, and Jerome’s manhood entered, its head sliding between the roof of her mouth and her tongue. Her lips tightened around the shaft as it began to slide back and forth between them, the cock head pushing to her throat almost making her gag like Max’s had.

“Come on girl, now suck.”

Amy was sucking, but the condom prevented Jerome’s cock from sliding smoothly in her mouth. And it had a rubbery latex taste to it.

“Come on girl.” Jerome said, frustrated. “You can do better than that. Come on. Suck my black cock with those sweet, pink lips of yours. Your white-girl lips want my big black cock. I know they do.”


Amy could feel Jerome’s cock throbbing. It was thick and hard in her mouth. Yes, his cock and his words were causing her sexual desires to reawaken. Instead of just going through the motions of sucking his cock, she started to actually try and do a better job.

But that condom. That condom was just…in the way.

Suddenly Amy pulled away from his cock just long enough to strip off the condom before returning to her sucking. Yes, now Jerome’s cock slid in her mouth the way it should. Much better.

“Whoa! There you go girl. You want to taste my real cock, huh? Oh yeah, suck it baby. Suck it good.”

And Amy was. She sucked Jerome’s cock and slid her tongue under and around it, teasing its head, tasting its saltiness. Oh yes, she was really getting into it now. She had been holding Jerome’s cock at its base with her left hand, but she switched hands, sliding her left hand down between her legs. Her pussy still needed attention, and she had not put her panties back on.

Jerome was getting even more than he had expected. Here was a sweet young rich white girl on her knees in front of him sucking his cock as if she couldn’t get enough of it. He looked down, watching his cock sliding in and out of her mouth, and then he saw her fingering herself.

Whoa, he thought, this little bitch wants it, wants it bad.

All of a sudden Jerome pulled his cock away from Amy’s mouth. Amy almost moaned in disappointed frustration, but then she felt herself being lifted up in Jerome’s arms and almost thrown onto her bed. Jerome was over her, and she felt what she knew was his cock pressing against the entrance to her pussy. She looked down, as his thick, black cock pushed into her pussy, the shaft slowly disappearing inside her. She felt it sliding in, filling her, stretching, further, further.

Jerome moaned as his cock slid into Amy. He could feel the pussy’s tightness, its warm wetness. His hips began a steady rhythm, and soon Amy’s hips joined in. Her pussy pushed up to be filled, then was slammed down as his cock drove deep into it.

With every thrust, Jerome spoke into Amy’s ear. “You like my black cock in you, don’t you bitch? You sweet little white bitch. Gonna make you cum. Oh yeah, gonna make you cum big-time. My nine inches in your sweet white pussy.”

Amy just moaned deeply, as if in agreement with whatever he said.

Jerome felt Amy’s pussy tightening around his cock as it pushed up to meet his thrusts.

Almost as a whisper, Amy breathed out, “Yes. Yes. Oh yes. Ohf. Ohf. Oh fuck. Oh fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me”

This, of course, caused Jerome to increase his tempo, and he could feel his orgasm nearing. He was about to cum. But just before he did, Amy’s pussy thrust up even harder and tightened and spasmed around his cock as she moaned loudly. And then he came, joining her. His cock spurted out its juices deep inside Amy, blending with Amy’s warm juices.

After a few more thrusts, his manhood began to soften. He drew out and stood up, then looked down at Amy. She still lay there on her bed, her eyes closed, and her hips still moving.

“Damn, this little bitch still wants more.” Jerome thought to himself.

As if in response, Max, who had been in the room watching the whole thing, and wanting to join in, moved in front of Jerome and started licking at Amy’s pussy. Jerome was fascinated. Max was really going to town licking and slurping at Amy’s snatch. Amy’s eyes remained closed, and Jerome sensed that she wasn’t even aware that it was the dog licking her. She was just totally enjoying it.

But Max was having a hard time getting fully at Amy’s pussy, because it was too far away from the edge of the bed. Jerome decided to make it easier for Max. He reached over Max, put both of his hands around Amy’s hips, and pulled her pussy closer to Max, so that it was right on the edge of the bed. He stood back a step to see if that would make it easier for the dog to reach. But what he saw really astounded him. Instead of continuing to lick Amy’s pussy, the big Black Lab put his front paws on the bed beside Amy, lifted his hindquarters up, and drove his protruding cock into Amy’s pussy. Jerome’s eyes went wide, as Max began thrusting rhythmically in and out…in and out.

And Amy was moaning again and thrusting along with Max.

“Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes!” she moaned with every deep breath.

“Damn, bitch. Oh yeah, you really are a bitch. You’re that dog’s bitch. Man, look at him go. Fuck her, boy. Yeah, fuck her.”

Amy came again, and then she came once more as Max shot his load to join Jerome’s. Cum dripped from Amy’s pussy onto her bedroom floor, as Max finished and pulled out, his front paws dropping back down on the floor. Once again, he walked over next to Amy’s closet, curled up, and began licking the juices off his cock.

Amy just lay on her bed looking totally exhausted and eyes still closed.

“Man. That was somethin.” Jerome said to himself. He pulled up his pants and tucked himself in. Jerome said, almost reluctantly. “I’ve gotta go, but that sho’ was good, sweet stuff. That’s something I’ll never forget.” Smirking, he added, “I’m glad I got first dibs, and your dog got sloppy seconds though. Bye sweet thing.”

Jerome kissed his own open palm, leaned down, and pressed it against Amy’s flushed cheek.

After zipping up his pants and buckling his belt, Jerome turned and strode out of Amy’s bedroom and out the back doorway.

Amy couldn’t move. Her mind was in a warm, misty fog.

But she had better not take too long. She had some cleaning up to do before her Mom and Dad got home. It was getting to be later than she knew.

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Young Amy In Her Bedroom