Exploring Amy

"Now tell me, are you a natural blonde?"

Amy's mouth gaped open. She couldn't believe the question. For a moment she forgot her situation. She looked at her new friend, Slim, and declared, "Your friend doesn't have great manners. In fact he is rather crude."

Slim got up and moved behind Amy. "You know, you are right. It's a crude question." Slim helped Amy to her feet. She swayed a bit. She knew that she should not have had any wine. Suddenly the world changed. Slim grabbed Amy by the hips, lifted her easily, and laid her down across the large, heavy, wooden table. On her back, Amy could see the support beams of the cabin and the thick wooden ceiling. She was aware that the four men were now on their feet and had surrounded her.

"But, Amy," Slim's tone was noticeably changed, "we all want to know the answer to that question and several more!"

Slim reached down and grabbed the waistband of her sweatpants. Kyle, who was standing over her head, grabbed her wrists and pulled them up over her head and then down flat against the tabletop. In one, strong and steady pull Slim stripped the sweatpants from Amy's hips and down her legs. They got caught in he sneakers, but the strong man pulled those off and then finished stripping her pants.

Because she was still damp, she rarely wore underwear after swimming. This was one of those times. Slim grabbed her ankles and spread her legs wide across the table. "Well, Kyle, I win the bet. She sure is a natural!"

Andy reached across the table and began stroking the light colored patch of hair above her pussy. "Shoot," he exclaimed, "it's soft and fine like baby's hair."

"Well, Amy," Kyle smirked, "we've solved one mystery. Let's see what other secrets you have." With that he released her wrists and grabbed the bottom of her sweatshirt. Despite Amy's struggles, he quickly pulled off Amy's final garment. The three men stood silent admiring the beauty that lay in front of them. Amy barely had the chance to rise up when the three men dropped down on her in unison.

Kyle began licking and kissing the young girl's neck and shoulders; his hands reached down and massaged and kneeled the girl's wonderful breasts. Andy dropped his head and latched onto Amy's left breast. His tongue began a vigorous **** on her nipple and tender flesh. Slim, still holding the girl's legs apart, bent over and plunged his tongue against her tight, closed slit. He rubbed his face from side to side, his nose probed the opening, and his tongue attacked the covering that hid Amy's clit.

The relentless **** continued for what seem like forever to Amy. She felt woozy from the wine. Soon her nipples grew hard and stiff; the tongue and fingers tormenting them were causing strange sensations in the pit of her stomach. Worst of all, Slim, the one she had actually trusted, was using his tongue to explore and open places no person, other than her doctor, had ever seen, no less touched. Amy felt her pussy begin to open as sticky fluid began leaking from her slit. As soon as the hot fluid appeared, Slim lapped it up with his hungry tongue. Amy felt a quiver rip through her body as Slim began a new and more vigorous **** on her clit, which had grown hard and more tender than she ever experienced.

Slim let his lip capture the now swollen clit and hold it tight. His tongue began lashing the tender button from side to side and up and down. He ran circles around to delicate tissue with the tip of his tongue and then sucked it down hard. Amy felt Slim's hand move slowly but surely up her leg and over her thigh. As he drove her clit into an unknown frenzy, he slid two fingers up into her wet, open slit.

"Please, Slim, don't. Please don't do this!" She begged and pleaded from deep in her soul.

Slim's fingers continue pushing into her pussy. He began stroking them in and out in short, slow strokes. His motion created more sticky fluid between her legs. She could feel the hot liquid flow down her slit and down her over her tight ass. She was sure that she was leaking all over the table. Slim's fingers pushed deeper, then they stopped.

"Oh, damn," he lifted his head from Amy's pussy. His face was coated with her sticky juice. "You really are a good Catholic girl. Fellas, you are in the presence of a rare treasure, a 20 year old virgin beauty."

"A soon to be ex-virgin," Andy taunted as he resumed his oral **** on Amy's tits.