Note: This story will make a lot more sense if you read chapters One, Two, and Three.
Pity our poor young heroine, so recently innocent and now so thoroughly debauched. Having experienced such wanton—-not to say kinky or even perverted—-pleasures as women three times her age have never dared to think about in their most secret fantasies, how is a girl on this earth for a mere eighteen years to return to the common pursuits of high school girls: the latest hit song, tomorrow's geometry homework, a date for the big dance, a boyfriend? In fact, the last of these items was exactly what Amanda wanted most, but which had thus far proven to be elusive.
One problem was that this achingly beautiful teenager was just too much woman for most boys in her age group. She seemed unapproachable. As lovely as any cover model, with long chestnut hair and green eyes, Amanda's beauty was intimidating to the adolescent males at her school. That she was naturally a little shy didn't help, either. This shyness, combined with her naturally erect carriage, made her 'stuck up' in the eyes of her fellow students. Few boys her age could get past her remarkable good looks and her apparent haughtiness.
The other major obstacle to Amanda's dating was her chest. She was blessed, or cursed depending on how you looked at it (or them), with a pair of tits that were far out of proportion to her height and weight. A fit, rather slender girl, Amanda nevertheless had a huge set of jugs which caused boys to gape openly, girls to snarl with envy, and male teachers to sneak lustful glances and picture her naked while fucking their wives.
Until very recently, Amanda's sexual experiences could be summarized simply and briefly: she had kissed a few boys and she had been fucked exactly once. That was the sum total of her sex life until her third night of volunteer work at a local mental health facility. On that night, though, she was introduced to lesbian sex, interracial sex, oral sex (both giving and receiving) group sex, bondage, had fucked and sucked perhaps the biggest cock in the tri-state region, and licked cum from her breasts. On that fateful night of Amanda's, shall we say coming-to-terms with her sexuality, there was hell to pay when she got home.
She was in trouble because she got home very late and didn't call her parents. Then there was the fact that she was obviously in an altered state of consciousness. It's true that she had smoked some opium-laced weed and had had a couple of beers. But her mental state was not the result of drugs and alcohol. She was high on sex. Amanda had experienced her first orgasm that night. And her second. And many, many more, some in almost continuous waves.
So when she arrived home well after midnight it was clear to her parents that she was, well, fucked up. She had a silly grin on her face, her hair was a wreck, her clothes disheveled, and she had a hard time speaking coherently. Had Rebecca and Nick, the selfsame parents, examined her more closely they would have found her bra and panties missing entirely, and her pussy shaven and dripping with cum. (The external exam would not have revealed the quantity of slippery white stuff in her stomach, of course.) Amanda would say nothing about her evening except that she had 'partied with a couple of interns.' She was sent immediately to bed and grounded until further notice.
Early the next morning, a Saturday, Rebecca called the institution where her daughter volunteered. She was told that neither Dr. Derek Scott, the doctor in charge the previous night, nor the director of nursing, Nurse Constance, were available to speak with her. Both had the weekend off. She made an appointment to see Dr. Scott on Monday. As per his usual Saturday routine Amanda's father had gone to work, so he was not around to help deal with the situation. Rebecca was annoyed that Nick couldn't spare one day to spend with his daughter in this time of crisis.
As she sat over her morning coffee wondering what to do, Rebecca thought for the thousandth time how unlike her daughter this behavior was. She, not Amanda, had been the wild, rebellious teenager. All those late nights at the dance clubs, the cocaine, the drinking, the men...She had become pregnant with Amanda at age nineteen and quickly married Nick, the most responsible of the possible fathers, before her belly began to swell. She didn't want her daughter to repeat her mistakes, and until last night it seemed she wouldn't. Amanda was a good girl. She had plans, ambitions, a college scholarship.
Rebecca sneaked out behind the garage to smoke a cigarette before her daughter woke up.
Nick worked long hours and had very little time and energy for his gorgeous wife. He generally collapsed into bed early and quickly fell asleep. Rebecca couldn't understand this. She was only thirty-eight and appeared to be ten years younger. She was still a knockout. Looking very much like her daughter but with blonde hair and blue eyes, people often mistook them for sisters. Also like her daughter, Rebecca had huge beautiful tits. Though not quite as high and firm as Amanda's, her mom still possessed an incredible set of jugs, with large pink aureoles. She was often subjected to whistles and cat calls when she walked down the street, and when mother and daughter went out together the attention they received was downright embarrassing. So why was it that her husband hardly ever touched her anymore?
And how was our young heroine feeling on the morning after so many new and troubling experiences? Horny. Amanda felt like the world had opened to her. Like a secret that had been kept from her for years was suddenly revealed. Like she had surreptitiously read an especially renowned yet forbidden book, and it was even better than she had expected. Her pussy got wet thinking of the things she had done the night before, even as she blushed with shame. She could hardly come to terms with her behavior. Her few close girlfriends would never believe her, even if she had the nerve to tell them. Shaved and eaten by a much older woman? No way! Shared a black cock with two college girls? You've got to be kidding me! Licked the cum of a mental patient from her breasts? Eww, gross! Really, how could she possibly tell anyone?
But as she lay on her bed after her morning shower, a warm breeze blowing through her open window, Amanda's hand strayed to her pussy. Goddamn last night was amazing! As she ran her fingertips lightly through the juicy lips of her cunt, she did not close her eyes and she did not look at her poster of Justin Timberlake. She loosened her towel and looked at her own big, sexy tits and imagined them covered with cum as they had been the night before. She hefted one breast with her free hand and pinched the puffy pink nipple between her thumb and forefinger. "Oh," she said aloud as the pleasure caused her pussy to grow instantly much wetter. She lifted the nipple to her mouth and licked it, imagining she was licking up cum. It felt good. She sucked the whole nipple into her mouth and nibbled gently, while her other hand was busy caressing her vulva.
"Uhhnnn," Amanda growled deep in her throat. Her legs were spread wide apart and her middle finger had strayed up into her vagina while her thumb tickled her clit. Her ass rocked on the bed and her toes curled and uncurled. Her mouth grew parched and her breathing rapid. Amanda was just on the verge of a shattering climax when there was a knock at the door.
"Amanda, honey?" her mother called. "Can I come in?"
Not again! the sexy teen wondered. "Just a second," she answered, and frantically stood to wrap herself in the towel. Hands trembling, she finished tucking the ends of the towel between her breasts just as her mother opened the door.
"Oh, honey, you're not dressed...sorry I—I just barged in." Seeing her daughter in this state of undress somehow unnerved the sexy mom. She had seen Amanda in bikinis, of course, and underwear, and other forms of semi-nakedness (though not completely nude since Amanda's breasts had developed), but on this morning she seemed different somehow. Her hair was wet and drops of water still clung to her shoulders and dripped down her smooth legs. The bottom of the towel just barely covered her hips. She was gorgeous as always, yes, but what had changed?
"It's OK Mom, come on in," said Amanda without enthusiasm. She noticed that her fingers were shiny with cunt sauce and reached behind her back to wipe them clean. And that's when it happened. The ends of the towel pulled apart just a few inches at the bottom, but it was enough. Rebecca could see her daughter's shaved snatch! The savvy milf opened her mouth but quickly shut it. She suddenly figured out what was different about Amanda, besides just the smooth quim. It was her voice, the look in her eyes, the way she held her head. Amanda had been transformed sexually. She was not the same person she had been when she left for school Friday morning.
