Posted by Tatiana on August 22, 2006 at 18:18:05:
Let Me Tell You About Amy
Amy and I grew up together in the Dollard des Ormeaux area of Montreal. Nice middle class homes, green lawns, trimmed trees, everything in its place. We lived next door to each other, but that fact didn’t keep us apart. We were inseparable… joined at the hip, as our parents used to say.
We never fought except for one time when we were five and Amy messed up my toys. I had to slap her hard across the face to show her my displeasure. Of course she never touched my toys again without my permission. After that incident, we both knew who was boss.
Amy blossomed when she reached puberty. Long, light brown hair with blond highlights…large, brown eyes…full lips that practically begged to be kissed. And her body … I’m finding it hard to type just thinking about it. Full breasts with nipples that never seemed to go soft, small waist and an ass that had an inviting way of wiggling when she walked. She just exuded sexuality. That girl was born for fucking.
Needless to say, all the boys were crazy about her. They followed her around like lost puppies. I loved teasing them by getting all touchy-feely with Amy when they were around. I’d touch her arm, fling her hair back from her shoulder, sometimes even brush my hand across her breasts. “She’s all mine. You want her, boys? You’re going to have to go through me to get her. And I can be a ball-crunching, castrating bitch. On my good days.” I drove them insane!
Don’t get me wrong , I’m not exactly repulsive myself. 5’10, blond hair, blue eyes. Not as blessed as Amy in the mammary department, but I have great legs and an ass to die for. But for some reason I seem to scare the hell out of men :)
Back to my story. It was August, almost 10 years ago now…Amy and I were 16. I decided that it was time for her to lose here virginity, among other things. I knew that the captain of the school hockey team, Ryan something-or-other, was hot for her. He wasn’t bad looking – tall, muscular, shoulder length blond hair. Not much in the brain department, but I didn’t need him for that. He would be leaving for university soon - won some kind of sports scholarship. It was his only chance in life.
August 24th…I called him up and told him that Amy wanted to fuck him and we would be over the next evening, 7 o’clock sharp. Told him to make sure his parents weren’t home because Amy liked to scream when she’s fucked. He stammered something or the other and I knew he’d be good for it.
So, I told Amy she was going to fuck Ryan the next day – no questions asked. She just smiled at me and said “I’ve been ready for a long time. Was wondering when you were going to make it happen.” I knew the bitch was straining at the harness, but I had no idea how badly she wanted it.
Next day, we showed up at Ryan’s. He let us into the living room, trying to make small talk. The guy was nervous and I had no patience for that shit.
“Let’s go to your room. I assume you have a bed there?”
“Yeah, sure…this way.”
His room was typical 18-year old sports stud décor: trophies on the wall, a few posters of swimsuit bimbos graced the walls and a model of the solar system hung in one corner. No doubt some grade-school science project he must have won an award for and still felt alwfully proud of.
I told him to strip, which he started to do quickly. Amy had already started to pull her jeans down. She was wearing a lilac coloured G-string for the occasion. I pulled her t-shirt off and revealed a matching bra. Pretty.
I wanted to be the first to kiss her. I grabbed her head with both hands and pulled her delicious, red lips toward mine. She opened her mouth and our tongues met for the first time. Heaven! I undid her bra and let her breasts fall free. The babies were just ripe for the sucking. Gave her a little nibble, but didn’t want to hurt her…yet.
Ryan was starting to get impatient so I told him to go lay down on the bed and shut up. I stripped in record time and lay down beside him… started massaging his large cock. The thing was already swollen and throbbing. He put his hand on my pussy and pushed me over on my back. His fingers started to move inside me, play with my clit. But this wasn’t about fucking me – it was Amy’s day.
“Fuck him Amy. Now!” I screamed.
I pushed Ryan on his back and sat on his legs. Amy straddled him in front of me and slowly started to lower herself on his cock.
“That’s it, baby, take all of him!” I encouraged her.
I moved closer to Amy and pushed her down hard as Ryan started getting religious, “Oh God, oh Jesus Christ!”
She let out a sharp moan. She wanted this. “I know you baby. I know you like I know the back of my own hand. I know what you like.” I pushed her forward, licked my fingers and stuck two of them up her gorgeous ass. More moaning. She started to move up and down on Ryan’s cock. Three fingers. With my other hand, I grabbed her left breast and squeezed hard, pinched her pink nipple until she cried out.
“Whose bitch are you, baby?” I asked.
“Yours, Amanda. I’m all yours. All of me,” she cried.
“That’s my girl.”
I grabbed my belt which had fallen beside the bed… placed it around her neck and looped it… tightened it a little. Not enough to alarm her.
Ryan had grabbed Amy by the hips and was pushing into her as far as he could, faster, harder. He wasn’t going to be able to hold out much longer. Typical hockey player – needs to shoot as soon as he gets his stick anywhere near a fuck. I had to work quickly. With my free hand, I reached around to Amy’s pussy, and put her clit between my thumb and forefinger, massaging. Her moans were getting louder…that’s it, that’s my girl!
And then she screamed out my name. It was more than I could handle. Just as Ryan was shooting his load, I pulled hard on the belt. Amy’s hands flew to her throat as little animal noises escaped from her delicate lips. She tried to get up, but I pushed her back hard…and kept pulling on the belt.
“I know you want this, Amy. Don’t fight me.”
She obeyed and put her hands down, her chest heaving, struggling to find breath. I squeezed the life out of her slowly…I don’t know how long it took…maybe 10 minutes. 10 minutes of pure joy. Her life in my hands, her life flowing into me. I didn’t even need to touch myself to come over and over and over…
Ryan’s screams brought me back to reality.
“Stop!!! What the hell are you doing, you crazy bitch!!!”
He was struggling to get up, but my weight and Amy’s dead weight kept him pinned down. I got up and let Amy fall on top of him. He screamed, he cried, he wasn’t being rational. What did I expect?
“You had better clean up the mess before your parents get home.”
“You fucking, crazy bitch! You killed her! I’m calling the police! “
This wasn’t going to be easy. In a calm voice I spoke to him slowly.
“Ryan, you raped her and then strangled her. I just got here. Do you want to make use of your scholarship or do you want to be bunk-mates with Spike at Port-Cartier?”
I think that reason finally broke through and he crumpled to the floor like the stupid puppet that he was. I put my clothes on, blew a kiss at Amy’s gorgeous ass and walked out of there.
Maybe Ryan wasn’t as dumb as I thought because no one ever found Amy’s body. I made up some story about how she had gotten upset with her parents over some little thing or the other and threatened to run away from home. End of story as far as the cops were concerned. Just another runaway teenage girl.
As for me, I’ve never had a problem finding best friends. But Amy was the first. Amy was the sweetest.