Interlude with Amanda

Saturday I decided to put Brenda's advice into action. I don't know why I finally overcame some of my fears. Maybe it was the session with Angela. Or maybe just the previous time I'd been with Amanda.

In any case, after I took a quick shower and ate breakfast, I headed directly to the Anderson's house. Steven was in the garage. "Hey Steven," I said, feeling brazen.

He just gave me a big dopey smile and a wave. "Have fun, Jason!" he returned.

I walked in through the garage door this time. "Amanda?" I called out. I shut the door behind me. "You there, slut?"

"In the kitchen!" she called out cheerily. I walked that way and saw she was cleaning some dishes. As I entered, she grabbed a towel. "I'll be yours in just a second," she said matter-of-factly.

"Show me your tits," I said calmly. I was curious if my tone or etiquette mattered at all. It didn't seem to, because she simply dropped the dish towel and started unbuttoning her shirt.

"I'm happy you came by today," she said. "I've been thinking about your cock all week." Her shirt came off, and she reached behind her back to undo her bra.

She got the bra off and dropped it on the ground. Her perfect, small tits and sculpted torso were on display. I stepped forward and groped at one of her breasts. "I've been thinking," I said, still holding her breast. "When I come over, if there's no one else around, I'd like you to take off your shirt without me having to ask."

She pursed her lips. "Sure, Jason. No problem. I mean, I don't see what difference people being around would make. Adults anyway. But however you want."

I was taken aback by this. "You... you mean, you would be topless no matter who is around?"

"Well, sure," she said. "I mean, adults of course, like I said. They wouldn't mind, they'd know it was for you. Nothing weird about that."

My cock was rock hard now. "I... let's change the request then, Amanda. Whenever I'm around..."

"... tits out," she finished with a smile. "Sure thing. Now do you want a beer and a blow today? Sit down on the couch and I'll bring it over!"

"Actually," I said, "Sherry started this new thing..."

"Oh, I know about the rimming," said Amanda, with the same emotion she might use when discussing how to find a ripe avocado at the grocery.

"You ... do?" Today was just full of surprises.

"Sure! Sherry is such a great slut, huh? Anyway Sarah told me."

"Well... I was kind of hoping... how about right here in the kitchen?"

Amanda didn't say anything but instead just walked around behind me and got on her knees. Her face was about even with my ass, and she reached around me and unbuckled my belt. Then she unzipped my fly and pulled down my pants and underwear. I slid out of my shoes and stepped out of my pants, leaving me naked from the waist down in the Andersons' kitchen.

"Bend over a little," she said. I could feel her breath on the back of my thigh, which made my cock even harder. I leaned forward and put my elbows on the counter, and spread my legs a little.

Amanda shifted her arms and reached up between my legs to grab my cock with her right hand. Then she lifted up a little and I felt her gently kiss my ass cheek. Her lips felt warm and I could feel her press her face forward to align them better with my asshole. She squeezed my cock and began to stroke it, then I heard her make a kissing as her lips found my asshole.

She kissed my ass slowly and lovingly a few times, stroking my cock while she did so. Then she paused to say, "You love this, don't you?" Kiss. "Having one of your sluts kiss your ass?" Kiss.

"Yes," I said. "Now lick my ass, slut!" I reached back with one hand, placed it on her head, and pulled her in closer.

Amanda let me guide her and I was rewarded by feeling her soft, wet tongue slide out and circle my asshole. Her hand sped up on my cock. She jerked me enthusiastically and moaned into my ass.

"You like that, slut?" I growled.

She pulled back, "Yes, Jason!"

I pulled her head back in. "Get your tongue in there! Make out with my asshole!" I commanded. I was mad with lust, and apparently so was Amanda, because she just moaned and dove back in. I could feel the tip of her tongue probing firmly at my asshole and she furiously worked my cock with her hand. "Tell me you like it!" I said.

"I love licking your ass, Jason! I'm your ass-licking slut!" she said between licks.

I grabbed her head one last time and pressed it firmly into my ass, and as she kept yanking my cock I finally started to cum. My legs were shaking and cum shot out of my cock, onto the kitchen cabinets under the sink. Breathing hard, I felt her remove her face from my ass and then slowly let go of my cock.

She sat back on her heels and I turned around to look at her. I was a little worried that I had crossed some line, but Amanda gazed up at me with a combination of lust and bliss. She leaned forward a little and took the head of my cock into her mouth and sucked the last bit of cum out. Then she looked over at the cum dripping down the cabinet door.

I looked directly in her eyes. "I think you should clean that up, slut," I said levelly.

I heard her breathe in sharply -- almost a gasp. And then she said in a sort of moaning voice, "yes...". She put her hands flat on the ground and got onto all fours, then leaned forward and slowly licked the cum off the doors. She kept looking up at my face as she did it, as if looking for approval, and paused from time to time to gulp down a mouthful of my cum.

My legs were feeling weak, so I went over to the couch and collapsed, still naked from the waist down. Amanda came over shortly after, carrying my pants and her phone. She was breathing hard and had a faint sheen of sweat on her perfect abs. She sat down next to me and put one arm around me.

"Amanda, I'm..."

She cut me off. "I hope you're not about to say you're sorry, Jason!"

I didn't know what to say to that. My first instinct was to apologize for trying to apologize.

"I thought that was great!" she exclaimed. "So nasty! And telling me to make out with your ass was so hot! It really is like kissing someone on the lips... at least for a whore like me. Now, look at this photo."

I hadn't even noticed her taking a selfie, but she'd managed to get one of her face buried in my ass, with her hand reaching through and holding my cock. She looked submissive and extremely slutty in it.

Then she abruptly got up. "I've got a bit more cleaning to do around the house, Jason. You're welcome to hang out here in case you need to cum again -- just let me know."

The next day, I got a call from Jen Cutler, the banana lawyer. She cut right to the chase. "Jason, the lawsuit is looking bad. Your step-mom's lawyer found some issues in the will. Did you have any communication with your uncle? Anything we can use to support your case?"

"No," I said. "Honestly I never even knew I had an uncle until he died."

"Well," she said, "I'm still going to see what I can do -- but confidentially, right now it isn't looking too good." She hung up.

I wasn't sure how to process that. I had been daydreaming about the money. It may not sound like much in absolute terms, but for me that was a life-changing sum. It could send me to college, get me out of the trailer... but instead that shrew that my dad married was going to get it.