A little stress … relief …?

Amanda sat on the foyer steps, the nearly empty bottle of scotch in one hand and the empty glass in the other. She drank a healthy swig directly from the bottle, thankful that her neighbors had left.

Sure! They wanted to help! But Amanda knew there was no help! She was trapped in a nightmare that she could not explain, nor could she escape! The events of that first night’s escapade had only been the tip of the proverbial iceberg! She struggled with her actions, wondering what would possess her to traipse into the neighbor’s house unannounced, and stealthily sneak into the basement to spy on her neighbor’s son! But as soon as thoughts of Tony entered her mind, she could not erase the image of his magnificent cock! … “You like what you see!” … It was epitome of male virility, its girth greater than any hand could solely envelop, its length greater than any two hands could hide. … “You want what you see!” … The mere thought of that fuck stick immediately caused the waters to flood her dam, her heart to quicken, and her temperature to rise.

The words imprinted upon her brain and etched permanently onto her soul … “Go ahead! You can help yourself! There’s no reason to deny it!” You want it! Your body wants it” … The need for release intensifies, and the only recourse for relief is her own hands. With practiced ease, her hands maul her breasts, trying to relieve the ache, her hard nipples cutting into her palms. The two middle fingers of her hand slip effortlessly into the sodden folds, already slick with her moisture. There is no foreplay, as she begins fingerfucking herself, slamming her palm into her hardened clit. The wet slapping sounds echo in her ears. Teetering on the precipice of release, yet not falling over into oblivion.

The words continue to repeat themselves. … “It’s never enough! I want more! You want more! Your body wants more! Give in! Just do it!” … She pulls the slick digits from her snatch, her sluice thick upon her fingers. Amanda brings them to her mouth and suckles the fragrant fluids, cradling them on her tongue as she swallows them as deep as they will go. Tiny tremors ripple throughout as the concoction slides down her throat. But … “it’s not enough!” …. So she curls her index and pinky fingers in and joins them with her middle two fingers, forcing them into her mouth, stretching her lips, forcing her jaw wider, just like that heroic cock would do! Deeper and deeper, forcing herself to gag, coating her fingers in thick tendrils of stringing saliva. Imagining getting facefucked by Tony’s cock, she gradually trains herself to take it deeper and deeper … “It’s what HE wants!”

Somewhat satisfied with her performance, it’s now time to focus on … “Your body wants more!” … Now with four fingers, Amanda forges forward gently easing the first set of knuckles past her parted folds. The stretch is deliriously painful, yet excitingly erotic. Two knuckles deep and the slow piston begins, the heel of her palm rubbing her thrumming clit, Her hips rise and fall with each stroke, making the penetration easier and easier, the fluids flowing freely across her palm. The pace quickens as the thrusts intensify. Faster and harder, grunts turn into groans, heart drumming loudly in her head, … “Give in! Just do it!” … Amanda pushes down with her hips as her hand jerks forward, loading the whole hand into her quivering cunt, her thumb now strumming her clit like a guitar string.

“I’m gonna cum” … Her body quakes and thrashes as she tumbles into an abyss of release. She quickly pulls her hand out and jams it back into her throat, swallowing the release, triumphantly suckling the remnants from his turgid flesh.

Amanda lay there on the foyer steps, recovering from her latest masturbatory session; one she had repeated numerous times since that first night. While she reveled in the afterglow, the gnawing notion that she couldn’t control herself was eating away at what little of her **** flooded brain was left intact. And as her heart began to slow, and her breathing normalized, Amanda was confronted with the other aspect of that evening which she didn’t know how to address.

Tami! She had spied, not only on Tony, but also on Tami! That was a whole other jar of troubles, which could not be opened. Tami had never mentioned Tony, and as far as Amanda knew, never had any interest in him. Tami was in the class ahead of Tony, so they didn’t hang in the same circles. Even though they were neighbors, Tami never really interacted with him, other than a cursory hello when their paths crossed. So why was she in his basement, naked, on her knees, sucking his cock?

YES! It was a glorious cock! It was a cock that any woman would want! It was a cock that should be worshipped! “AAAAGGGGGH!” Amanda cursed loudly as she let her thoughts get carried away. She **** her riddled brain back to the issue at hand, else she end up masturbating all over again.

Amanda realized she couldn’t talk to Tami about it, else she’d know that Amanda was spying. Amanda had enough of the teenage angst years, and didn’t want that type of a family blowout, nor could she explain HOW she knew what the two were doing! She’d have to explain WHY she was there spying. It was a conundrum that Amanda couldn’t grasp, nor did she want to drag Joseph into the conversation. That would add another whole layer of shit upon the already growing pile.

Amanda resorted to her only solace and tilted the bottle to her lips, draining the remnants of the burning liquid in hopes that it would soothe her soul. Amanda made it to her feet and hobbled to the kitchen where she dropped the empty bottle into the trash and made her way to the bar and opened a fresh new bottle. Leaving the empty glass upon the counter, she made her way back into the living room and plopped down on the couch, reminiscing on the events from last night.