A Taste Of Amber

by Penny Birch

  I was going to have a cock put in me, and the thought terrified me. One thing was certain, though: if I was to surrender myself I wanted them both completely open and intimate with me. When I had seen the ecstasy of orgasm on their faces, then they could have me unreservedly.

  Susan had begun to sob; a sure sign that she was warm and ready to receive the sexual service that it’s so good to get after a thorough spanking. I dipped a finger in to check, finding her wet and swollen. She sighed as my finger slid inside her, wriggling her bottom eagerly for more. I pulled the finger out and put it to her mouth, making her taste her own excitement.

  ‘Ready for it, aren’t we, slut?’ I asked her, planting another hard smack on her bottom. ‘I’d better show it to Francis, hadn’t I?’

  I took hold of her thighs and pulled them open until her panties were stretched tightly between her knees. Her fanny was gaping and pink between them, the entrance smeared with white juice. She moaned softly, lifting her bottom for me. I shifted my hands, spreading her cheeks wide, admiring the little brown dimple of her anus. It was pulsing a little, as if in expectation of something sliding up it. It was far more than I could resist. I dipped my finger back inside her to lubricate it, then touched her anus, easing the little hole open and probing inside. She gave a little gasp of shock and pleasure as my finger went deep into her bottom.

  ‘Have you buggered her yet?’ I asked Dr Rudge, who had given up trying to look casual and was stroking his penis through his trousers.

  ‘Amber!’ Susan squeaked in alarm.

  ‘I … er …’ he began and stopped.

  ‘Maybe I should,’ I teased Susan. ‘With the wine bottle. That might teach you a lesson for offering me on a plate to your tutor!’

  ‘I thought you wanted to!’ Susan protested.

  ‘I do,’ I answered, ‘and I might well allow Francis to be the one. Now, tell me, has he buggered you?’

  ‘Yes,’ she admitted very quietly.

  Just the way she said it excited me, as did the thought of pretty little Susan surrendering her anus to her boyfriend. I wondered if he’d do it in front of me, because she was certainly ready, her anus opening as I moved my finger in and out, fleshy and wet.

  ‘Were you in your school uniform?’ I asked.

  ‘Yes,’ Susan whispered.

  ‘I’d love to see that,’ I said to Dr Rudge. ‘Would you show me?’

  Susan moaned but made no effort to get up. Inside she was warm and damp, making me wish I had a cock to fill her with. Dr Rudge was somewhat at a loss for what to do, but his instincts weren’t. The outline of his penis was clear under his trousers; a ridge that hinted at a full erection. I began to finger Susan faster, making her breath come hard as she started little kicking motions against the ground.

  ‘Let me see you,’ I breathed, glancing down towards his cock.

  He undid his trousers and let them drop, taking everything else with them to go naked from the waist down. As he straightened, his cock reared up from between the two sides of his shirt. It was reddish pink and heavily veined, the skin so thin and taut that it looked as if it was in danger of bursting. A darker ring of flesh circled the shaft below the swollen, shiny head. It was the cock that was going to fill my vagina – a thought that made me swallow.

  He stepped out of the punt, taking hold of his erection and pulling at it as he came forward. He was smaller than Henry, but then Henry had never tried to fuck me, even though he’d been in my hand or mouth more times than I could remember. The dominant, in-control feeling I’d built up while spanking Susan began to fade as I watched him masturbate himself in readiness for our wet, vulnerable holes. He was close, his erection within my reach. Then he tapped the head of his cock on the back of my hand. It seemed to me an aggressive, commanding gesture, as if to suggest that we ought to be paying court to his cock instead of playing together. I suddenly felt incredibly dirty and submissive and eager to see him take his pleasure with Susan before I got down on my knees in the mud so that he could have me as well.

  I pulled my finger slowly out of Susan’s anus. Despite myself I found my mouth opening for it. Unable to resist the urge to be really dirty I put the finger that had been up Susan’s bottom into my mouth, looking straight into Dr Rudge’s eyes as I sucked on it. He swallowed and his tongue darted out to wet his lips.

  ‘Oh, Amber,’ Susan moaned.

  She was looking back, her pretty, freckled face a mask of unrestrained passion. She’d seen what I’d done with my finger.

  ‘Guide it into me, please,’ she said weakly. ‘Right into my bottom, please, Amber, please, sir.’

  I reached out and gingerly took his cock in my hand. It felt hard and rubbery, bloated with blood from the pleasure of watching me spank Susan and finger her anus. His hand went to his pocket, producing a little silver packet. I took it, raising my knee to keep Susan in place over my lap. Francis held his cock out by the base, stretching the skin even more. I put the condom to the head and rolled it slowly down, encasing his cock in translucent rubber. Somehow the condom made his cock look even more threatening, encased in rubber armour that removed the last reason for not putting it into Susan’s anus and, later, my vagina.

  Susan sighed deeply and raised her bottom, ready and open. I took hold of her cheeks and spread them, stretching her moist bottom-hole. He bent his knees, then put the head of his cock against her anus, making it contract briefly and then open as she relaxed herself to accommodate him. I adjusted my grip, using my fingers to keep Susan’s cheeks open and take Francis’s erection in my hand. The head of his cock began to go in, Susan gasping as her anus stretched, then giving a sharp cry as her ring was forced wide and the stem of his cock slipped inside her.

  She started to whimper, panting and sobbing as he began to work his cock slowly back and forth in her bumhole, nudging a little deeper with each push. Inch by inch it went inside until it was wedged fully up her bottom with his pubic hair touching the open crease of her spread cheeks.

  ‘That’s so good,’ she sighed.

  She was looking back at me, mouth open and face flushed. Her blouse had fallen open while I was spanking her, leaving her tiny breasts showing. Her school skirt was hanging down her back, muddy and dishevelled. Her pants were down around her knees, white and innocent – a shocking contrast to the penis protruding from her bottom-hole and Francis’s slow, measured pushes as he buggered her. Her buttocks were red from spanking, the skin goose pimpled, the cheeks up and open to let him into her.

  I slid my hand under Susan’s belly, finding the coarse hair of Francis’s balls and then her fanny. The tone of her moaning changed as my fingers delved in between the lips of her pussy, finding it soaked with her juice, the clitoris a hard button at the top of her soft inner lips. I began to rub, running the tips of my four fingers back and forth over her clitty. Her breathing – already deep and fast – became more urgent still. Her body felt tense under my arm, the muscles straining with reaction to what was happening to her. Her legs were as wide as her panties would allow them to go, her bottom pushed up to meet Francis’s belly as he pushed himself deep into the tight opening between her cheeks. She groaned, her fingers clutching at the wet grass beneath her head, her hips starting to buck.

  ‘Yes Francis, harder, deeper,’ she called as she started to climax.

  He took her by the hips and pulled her hard against himself, forcing his erection to the very hilt in her anus. She grunted – a crude, animal noise from deep in her throat. The movement of her hips became frantic, as if desperate to get yet more sensation from the hand against her fanny and the cock in her anal passage. Twice more she grunted, with every muscle in her body tense, started squealing like a rutting pig and bucking frantically, then gave a last little cry and subsided across my legs, breathless and exhausted.

  Francis began to pull back, holding the root of his cock as he withdrew. I was impressed by his control for not just carrying on and coming up her bottom. I was also very aware that the rigid length
of erection now being pulled from my friend’s anus was shortly going to be in me.

  ‘Slowly, Francis, slowly,’ Susan cautioned. ‘Ow, my bottom-hole, it feels so sore.’

  ‘It’ll soon be better,’ he said soothingly, the first time he had spoken since he volunteered to fuck me. ‘Are you ready, Amber?’

  I had begun to shake. Not the gentle shivering of anticipation of a beating or submitting to someone, but a strong trembling that made my jaw quiver.

  ‘Yes,’ I said, trying to sound brave but feeling anything but. ‘Would you hold me, Susan?’

  ‘Of course,’ she answered as she rose from my lap. ‘How are you going to go?’

  ‘In the punt,’ I said. ‘I think that would make a nice memory.’

  ‘The same as me,’ Susan said.

  Francis was busy putting on a new condom, a process that left his cock only half stiff inside the new rubber sheath.

  ‘I don’t want to be awkward,’ I said, ‘but I’d rather it went in bare for a bit first. I should be safe anyway at the moment, but you can put one on if you want to come in me.’

  ‘Fine,’ he said, ‘but perhaps you could both help a little.’

  ‘Sure,’ I offered. ‘I don’t mind sucking your cock.’

  ‘That would be nice,’ he replied, ‘but perhaps if you could both bend over and show me your bottoms?’

  I couldn’t help but giggle at his request, which took a lot of the tension out of the situation. There he was, a respectable college tutor, and what he wanted to see was two schoolgirls bending over to show off their bums.

  ‘Fine,’ I said. ‘Whatever turns you on.’

  I put my arm around Susan and we bent over together, pulling our backs in and keeping our knees together to stick our bottoms out as sexily as possible. As I took hold of the hem of my skirt we both turned to watch over our shoulders. His cock was already stiffening in his hand, the head jerking up and down as he pulled at it. I started to lift my skirt, doing it slowly and watching his face. His eyes were fixed on our bottoms, drinking in the sight of the tartan school skirts being lifted to reveal tight white panties. With my skirt up I put my thumbs into the waistband of my panties and began to ease them down. I really thought he was going to come as two schoolgirl bottoms were laid bare for him, one pert and tight, the other full, even a little chubby. I took my panties down around my thighs to make sure he got a good view of my bare bottom. Susan was the same, sticking it out with a cheeky grin on her face. He stopped, I’m sure only an instant before he came.

  ‘Thank you,’ he breathed.

  His erection was now sticking up like a flagpole, almost vertical and so swollen that the skin was shiny even on the shaft. He pulled his shirt up over his head to stand naked in front of us with his turgid penis sticking up, ready for my virgin fanny. I pulled my panties up again, although it was pointless to do so.

  I started to feel vulnerable again, but determined not to delay things. Susan had climbed down into the punt and was tugging my sleeve, gently but insistently. I followed the pressure, climbing in and lying back on the long cushions that covered the bottom of the punt. There was a lump in my throat again as I parted my thighs, Susan cradling my head in her arms as I readied myself to be entered.

  Her fingers went to my blouse, popping the buttons open one by one until she could open it and bare my breasts. She began to stroke my nipples as Francis climbed into the punt, naked and in a state of arousal that was not to be denied. I put my hands under my bottom, groping for my panties and pulling them down around my thighs.

  In doing so I had removed the last barrier between my vagina and his cock, an action that seemed terribly important. I’d always seen my panties as a barrier between myself and what men wanted to do to me; now they were gone. I was surrendering myself, rolling my legs up and opening my thighs until my useless panties were stretched tight between them.

  He went down on his knees, his erection rearing up in front of me. His hand went to it, pushing it down, aiming it at my defenceless vagina, touching me, moistening his cock in the wet flesh of my vulva, putting it to the opening, stretching me, filling me, deflowering me as it slid inside. There was a sharp twinge at the mouth of my fanny as his cock nudged the opening, and then it was up me, all of it, filling my vagina.

  I sighed deeply as he took hold of my legs and began to fuck me. The sensation of his cock shaft moving in and out through the mouth of my vagina was bliss. Not quite enough to make me come, but still bliss. I relaxed into Susan’s arms and closed my eyes. She was stroking my breasts, whispering to me and soothing me as he moved back and forth inside me. I could hardly believe I’d done it. I’d actually let a man into me; let him use my vagina for his pleasure while I was rolled up with my pants around my thighs. I’d shown off for him, flirting and being really dirty to turn him on, then submitting to entry.

  How he resisted coming inside me I’ll never know. After what we’d done with him and in front of him it must have taken extraordinary control. Nevertheless, he rowed me slowly for a good ten minutes, occasionally giving a flurry of faster strokes that had me moaning and clutching at my legs, which I was now holding up for him. It seemed to go on and on, leaving me dizzy with pleasure. After a while Susan pulled up her blouse and gave me a nipple to suck, then put her hand between my legs and began to rub at my clitty.

  Almost as soon as her finger touched me I started to feel the onset of orgasm. I never could come from just the feeling of a full vagina, whether it’s a man’s cock, a hairbrush handle, a courgette or anything else that’s inside me. Having my clitty rubbed is a very different matter, especially when my mouth is around a small, hard nipple, my legs are being held while I’m fucked, and the girl who’s masturbating me is also playing with my breasts. I let go of my legs and pulled Susan to me as I started to come, sucking hard on her nipple, then kissing her as she moved her mouth on to mine. My sex started to pulse around Francis’s cock, my back arched in ecstasy, and I was gasping my passion into Susan’s open mouth. Even as my climax exploded I felt Francis pull out, and an instant later, something wet and warm splashed on my naked breasts and belly. He’d come on me; a realisation which sent a second climax through me with Susan still rubbing hard at my clit.

  I lay there for a long time after we had come, snogging with Susan until I had really had my fill. When she finally pulled away she moved down my body to lick the come off my breasts and stomach – an exquisitely submissive gesture that Francis watched with a proud and proprietorial eye.

  After cleaning up and making ourselves decent we simply untied the punt and drifted down river with the current, Francis only making the occasional adjustment to our course with a paddle rather than the pole. At first we were drowsy, Susan lying in my arms with her head snuggled on to my chest. By the time we got to Rainbow Bridge we had started to meet other punts and rowing boats and Francis was forced to stand up and steer properly with the pole.

  I started to explain the full details of the Rathwell situation, Susan willingly volunteering for the job of wild pony-girl and Francis offering his services as a referee. I was sure Henry would welcome him, yet doubted that Rathwell would accept him as impartial. I invited him to come in any case, both because Susan wanted him to and because the more support I had the better.

  Now that their cheeky plot to get me to surrender my virginity to Francis had succeeded, he was a great deal more voluble. He was fascinated by the idea of pony-girls and sympathetic to my position with my father, remarking that in his experience parents whose expectations differed from those of their offspring were the rule rather than the exception.

  The light was already beginning to fade by the time we reached the moorings which their college shared with several other city centre colleges. I hadn’t realised that we’d been so long, and was astonished to find that we’d been playing together for well over an hour. It had seemed like a few minutes yet, on reflection, I’d had Susan across my knee for maybe as much as ten minutes and that had only been
the start.

  We ate in the hall of Susan’s college, after which Francis had to attend a meeting. I thanked him and warmly kissed him goodbye, giving his cock a gentle squeeze in between our bodies. He left us at the bottom of the staircase in which Susan had her room. It was in an old part of the college, made of stone worn smooth by time and with a strong atmosphere of dignity and learning. Her room was much the same, high in the building with a view over the roofs of other, lower structures. I spent a long moment looking out of the window, half envious of Susan, half happy for her. Soft arms encircled my waist, her head coming to rest against my back with a wisp of hair tickling my neck.

  I turned, kissing her, holding her to me, scrabbling urgently at her blouse. Without a word we sank on to the bed and began to make love, exploring each other with complete intimacy. She had covered her uniform with a light coat, which was the first thing to go. After that we stripped each other slowly, kissing the more sensitive areas as they came bare. I was quickly naked and peeling Susan’s pants off even as I straddled her face and settled my fanny on to her mouth. Her own sex was directly in front of my face, warm and richly scented with her musk. I buried my face in it, my tongue searching out her clitoris even as hers found mine.

  We came together, our sex then becoming less hasty and more deliberate. I had her kiss and lick between my bottom-cheeks, pushing her tongue into my anus as I knelt on all fours. The sensation was exquisite, leading her to want the same from me. I could hardly refuse, especially when she presented me with her bottom and brazenly demanded a lick. She was on her bed, kneeling with her thighs well apart and her bottom stuck up. Her fanny was open and wet, glistening with our mixed juices. Above it her anus made a wrinkled knot of darker flesh, tempting my tongue in what would for me be a gesture of abject submission.