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Subject: {ASSM} (new) JAMES 3 (mg rom)
Date: Fri, 22 Jun 2001 22:10:04 -0400
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James
Part 1. The Essay.

Chapter 3
   Saturday dawned to an empty house but I was well sated. I thought about
the two delectable young ladies who had bestowed their charms and their
favors on me. I stretched and smiled. Life was good.
   Jules called about ten to say she missed me and she was going to Brenda's
"to do homework" - of the gossiping kind, no doubt. And, she added, so I'd
time to do my essay.
   My Essay! In my sexual stupor I had totally forgotten about the deadline.
I hung up, promising to call later and fired up the computer.
   Fortunately I already had some idea of what I needed to do to cut out the
more explicit parts and still maintain a smooth flow, but my mind kept
drifting so, instead of cleaning up, I found myself dreaming about my
escapades with Nicole and JulieAnn and pretty soon I had messed up the story
pretty bad.
   I went down to fix a sandwich and ate that before I tackled the
assignment again. By noon I had finished the rewrite and it did not seem to
have lost too much in the rewrite.
   I looked up Mrs Cipola's address and drove over.

A girl of 12 of so opened the door. "Hi, is this the Cipola residence?"
   "Yes, how may I help you?"
   "My name is James Mitchell, I've come to drop something off for Mrs
Cipola."
   Recognition dawned on her face, "James Mitchell, as in English, as in
'The Lovers?'" she smirked, showing white even teeth. I blushed even as I
nodded.
   "Come in. Mom and Dad's out for the day." She backed inside without
taking her eyes off me, no doubt wondering what a sex-maniac looked like up
close. She let me by and closed the door.
   "Hi, I'm Amanda." And stuck out her hand. I rushed to shake it and
dropped the assignment on the floor. She gravely gave me a shake and bent to
pick up the essay. And started reading it.
   She could not be more than 5 feet tall and 35 kilos soaking wet but
somehow she was making me fidget like a lost schoolboy.
   "Which school do you got to?" I ask, hoping to distract her.
   "St Mary's. It's a private school." She replied without taking her eyes
off the page.
   "Oh, I thought you might know my sister Erin. She goes to public school
though."
   "Hmmm, is this the piece that almost made my mother faint?"
   "Mrs Cipola fainted?"
   "Almost. It was more like choking and sputtering. She told my Dad that
you wrote as if you had experienced it first hand and she got really worked
up over that." She looked slyly up at me, appraisal in her eyes. "Then she
admitted that she really liked reading it, the smut and all." She smiled,
and even her eyes crinkled up.
   "Well, the way she told me off in front of the class, you'd think I was
lower than shit." She looked at me and raised her eyebrows and again I felt
like a kid in front of her.
   "Ahem, and you know you shouldn't let strangers in the door. You never
know..." I let the words hang, hoping to get some of my own back.
   "Oh, oh dear. I guess I'm at your mercy then. Do what you will... but be
assured I will never betray the secrets in these pages. It will go with me
to my grave!" She made a dramatic flourish and turned her back on me. Then I
heard a tearing sound.
   "No, no - you can't rip it, your Mom will crucify me!" I rushed around
and she was hunched over, giggling breathlessly. She brought one edge of the
sheets to her lips, and blew across it, making the tearing noise. I felt
like the biggest dweeb ever. Thank god she didn't go to school with Erin!
   I stood up straight. "Now, you've done it! Do you know what you have
done, Missy?"
   "N-no, what have I done?" She managed to squeak out between giggles,
trying to look helpless. She had dark blue eyes and, I swear, they twinkled
at me.
   "You have incurred my WRATH, little girl, that's what. When I wrought my
wrath, even gods tremble!"
   "Oh no, I am doomed. Please good sir, oh pray tell me to whom I am
addressing?"
   I drew myself to my full height and took a deep breath.
   "Behold all who shudder at his name, all who scamper like mice from his
might, all who cower in fear at his voice. Behold, it is he! Dweebus the
Ravisher!" I struck a heroic pose and flourished my rolled up essay like a
sword above my head. Amanda had dissolved in laughter again, doubling over
as she cackled inanely.
   "Now, little girl, be prepared to be ravished! Do not cry for help - for
no one can save you now!"
   "Help, help!" She cries weakly, voice muffled by her own laughter. Waving
her hands in the air, pantomiming a damsel in distress. She had tears
running down her face and was having difficulty catching her breath. I stuck
my "sword" in my sweatpants and advanced on her slowly. Quite menacingly, I
thought.
   She was choking from laughing so hard and she knelt on the floor, holding
her stomach with one hand and pointing at my crotch with the other. My
rolled up assignment was lodged next to my erection and it looked like I was
hiding a sawn off shotgun in my pants.
   I cracked up then and we rolled around the floor laughing. I managed not
to piss in my pants but my stomach was cramping up like crazy. We laid on
our backs gasping.
   Amanda rolled over on to her stomach, "Well, Mr Dweebus the Ravisher,
what happened to the ravishing?"
   "Er, well, I'm currently indisposed. Will have to take a raincheck." I
was too, busy wiping my tears and blowing my nose and trying not to hiccup.
She gingerly extracted the manuscript from its hiding place and put it on
the side table.
   "I would hate to see what Mom will do if she knew where it had been..."
And we wheezed a bit more again.
   "Actually, I've already read the Story. It's very good. Sexy and
romantic." At my questioning look, she continued, "I looked when Mom was
recovering from her shock. I'm a quick reader." She scrunched up until she
was resting her head on my chest.
   "And you might say I'm a BIG fan of yours."
   "I won't say that, you're at most a 80lb fan."
   "Oh my god, do I LOOK that fat? I'm a svelte 72lbs, if you don't mind."
She took the opportunity to drape herself further over my chest. My arm
ended up on her back, rubbing it. Her little breasts were poking me in the
stomach, not at all unpleasantly.
   "I'm all out of ravishes today, cuddling is all I have." I temporized,
not wishing to push things too much. Without a word, she adjusted herself
fully on top of my body and kissed me.
   It was a sweet, soft kiss - but what was so wonderful was that Amanda put
her whole being in it. As if nothing else in the world mattered at all. And
pretty soon, nothing did - I was completely drawn into this simple act of
intimacy. Finally we came up for air.
   "Hmmm, that's nice, but I'm VERY new at this and I'm sure you can do
better."
   "Don't shortchange yourself. If that was your first non-brotherly kiss,
then you're a natural. You're better than many others with way more
experience." I brushed a brown curl out of her face and looked into her blue
eyes. "You're doing fine, I love what you're doing - just be yourself and
open yourself to your feelings." Her eyes shone and she kissed me again.
This time she took her time, turning my face until our lips fit together
tightly.
   "You have an erection..." She whispered against my cheek. She must have
felt it down by her ankles.
   "I told you I'm enjoying your kisses." She rubbed her leg against me and
giggled when I twitched.
   "Do I kiss like the girl Jen in your story? I had tried to imagine what
they were doing and how it must have felt." as she gave me a light,
lingering kiss. My cock patted her leg again and she shivered.
   "But I could never have imagined that it would be this intense and sexy.
It makes me horny..." Her voice got very quiet at the end. "I'm so WET down
there..." She amended.
   "Can I make a suggestion?" She looked up, I can see the want in her eyes,
waiting for me to make the move.
   "Can we go to the couch? Making out on the cold floor, right here at your
front door is one of my major turn ons, but my back is killing me."
   She choked on the laughter boiling out of her and punched me in the
chest. "You are SO insensitive, you ruined the mood!" I carried her in my
arms and took us over to the sofa in the living room. I sat and she stayed
in my lap, arms clinched around my neck.
   "Listen Amanda, I like you a lot and I think I know how you feel about
me. But what you need is an experience you can cherish for a long time, and
you'll have to take my word a quickie is not the best way to start one."
   We rocked silently for a while and then she grabbed my head and kissed me
again, hard. Her little tongue bathed my teeth and challenged me to a duel.
Finally we pulled back.
   She looked at me, "You know that was the most sensitive thing I've ever
heard from a guy... I will forever remember this as the moment I fell in
love with you." She smiled impishly and stuck her tongue out and licked my
lips. My hardon attacked her ass with a vengeance.
   "Oooh", she batted her long lashes at me. "You're not changing your mind
are you? Is that what you guys do? Sweet talk a girl, use her and then throw
her away like yesterday's newspaper, or kleenexes, or something?" She
twisted her butt in a very delightful way. "But I don't mind, I want you to
enjoy me and teach me how to enjoy you."
   "I'm already enjoying myself immensely." I paused for effect and got
punched for my efforts. "I am sitting here with a smart, beautiful and sexy
girl who trusts me and wants to make love to me. It's my dream come true!"
She nestled deeper in my neck. "But what we need is more time and the right
place. We will wait for the right moment before we do anything."
   "Oh you are such a romantic. Listen, Friday's is a school holiday and, if
you're free, we can go somewhere... and I have babysitting tomorrow at 8...
and, so why don't you come by at say, 9?" This little girl had taken charge
and I let her make plans for us. I was quite amazed the changes this
diminutive 12 year old can go through, from a giggly kid, to a sophisticated
lady to a sex-starved nympho.
   "And we still have over two hours before my parents come back... Can we
DO something?"
   "OK - but first you have to promise that you'll tell me if you're
uncomfortable, and you MUST tell me what makes you feel good? Agree?"
Solemnly she shook my hand and we kissed on it.
   "We have to stay here because my bed's too small for the both of us." She
confided.
   I arranged her along the couch and knelt on the floor. I kissed her face,
along her jawline and down her neck, nestling in the warm pit of her throat.
I followed the curve of her breast and lightly touched her nipple through
her clothing.
   "Oh, that's soooo nice.... Can I say something?" She said dreamily, "I'm
scared you'll laugh at my boobs..."
   "No - I won't, as long as you don't laugh at mine." It took her a second
but she burst out laughing again.
   "You are the world's most UNromantic man! You keep ruining the mood...
Just when I'm ready to debauch myself and let you put your filthy hands all
over my body too!"
   Then she jumped up and started taking off her clothes, "And you talk too
much - remember who's the virgin here!" Finally she stood there, fists on
hips, daring me to look at her. And I did.
   Her breasts were just becoming nice handfuls and her pink nipples stood
high and proud, hinting at great things to come. A bit of baby fat on her
lower belly and hips but otherwise she is as svelte and sleek as they come.
Her mound is covered only with a light down. I can see her glistening pussy
lips and hints of the pink secrets they hide.
   Except for a small birthmark at the top of her thighs, she was smooth and
blemish-free. And as perfectly sexy as anybody I've come across.
   "James, can I stop now? I'm getting REAL embarrassed..."
   "No, stand there and I'll undress for you." I stood and took off my
clothes, carefully working my sweats over my hardon.
   Her breath caught as it waved and jumped in front of her. "My god, that
is so big! It's monstrous! You sure it will fit in me?"
   "Don't worry, you're designed for even bigger things," At her arched
brows, I added, "Babies, sweetheart... you have a dirty mind. And we'll take
things slow, we've got plenty of time."
   Dreamily, Amanda reached out and touched it. I moaned as she smiled
warmly and put her hand around it. "Tell me what to do - your story did not
cover this part."
   "Just rub up and down, ahh, that's good. A bit more... Oh yeah, higher."
I showed her the sensitive crown and the skin fold on the underside.  Amanda
happily experimented on me and soon I had to rest my hands on her shoulders
to stay upright.
   "I have to... to sit now." I staggered back to the sofa and she knelt
between my legs, her hand still sliding up and down.
   "Wet it in your mouth." I moaned. Without a word, she leaned down and
wrapped her mouth on my cock. My hips surged off the sofa trying to fit more
inside her hot, wet mouth. I could feel her tongue wagging around the
sensitive bulb and I could see her swallowing and sucking. I pushed her head
back.
   "Too good - don't want to come yet. Rub it on your breasts." I watched,
mesmerized as she switched my purple glans across her breasts and tweaked
her nipples with it. Then she held my shaft against her fleshy cones and
rubbed her body up and down against it. Her eyes were closed and she started
moaning.
   "Touch yourself." She settled lower and slowly moved a finger on her
clit. Her moans became breathy sighs and she shook delicately, still jabbing
my cock into her breasts. I waited till her tremors stopped. My cock had not
softened the slightest.
   "I want to come in your mouth, OK?" She looked up and smiled. Amanda
pulled her finger off her pussy and rubbed it on my erection before slipping
it inside her mouth. She took almost 3 inches of me inside her tight hot
mouth and started rubbing the rest with her hand. Her lips slipped up and
down, forming a tight ring that made me moan with sensation. I watched her
work on me, her eyes closed in concentration, lips stretched wide to
accommodate me. Then she started sucking and I could not hold back. I cried
out and pumped into her mouth. I could see her throat working to swallow my
sperm but a steady stream ran past her lips and down her hands. I screamed
silently as my body shook and arched for another 6 or 7 spurts. I was
practically wheezing as I slowly came back to earth. This girl can give head
or what!
   She had not released her grip on me and was watching me jerk around. Then
she bent down to lick up the sticky stuff she had missed the first time
around. I closed my eyes and fell back on the couch, quietly relishing the
soft touch of her finger, her lips and her tongue. Finally she decided I was
clean enough.
   "I think swallowing semen is definitely an acquired taste." And she
coughed delicately to illustrate the point. "It's tart and tastes like
chlorine."
   "Yeah, so I've been told."
   "But watching you flop and squirm like that makes it worth the trouble.
And now I have a part of you inside me." She smiled and rubbed her tummy.
   I reached for her and we rolled back on the sofa. I kissed her brow, her
eyes, and worked my way to her lips. She hugged me fiercely and her tongue
lunged into my mouth.
   "Oww, I got chapped lips." She pulled away. I planted a soft kiss on
them.
   "You were really great, I cannot remember ever enjoying it quite so much.
If I weren't so refined, I'd say you're a natural born cocksucker." Her face
reddened and she nearly floored me with a punch. Then she smiled, stuck her
tongue out and wagged it obscenely in the air. I kissed that too.
   I moved my lips down to her collar bone and back to her wicked breasts,
trying to fit an entire one in my mouth. I licked a nipple as I teased the
other with my thumb and forefinger. I took some small bites around the
sensitive tip and soon she was humping herself against me and urging me down
lower. I took my time, lingering at her belly button and top of her mound,
worrying the thin wisps of down there. She had wound her hand in my hair to
try and improve my aim.
   "Get your mouth on me you are bloody killing me! Ahhhhh-hhhhhh" I softly
kissed her tight little folds. She smelled like grass after a rain, fresh
and sweet. I extended my tongue and her grip tightened on my head. I slipped
further in and I could feel the fleshy ring of her hymen. Amanda was tearing
my hair trying to get my tongue everywhere at once, but after the blowjob
she gave me, what's a bloody scalp?
   Her thighs locked my head tightly when I started licking her clit. She
had both arms wrapped around my hair as well. She shook and rasped out her
delight as I slipped a hand up to her breasts. Then I sucked the little
fleshy nubbin in my mouth and worried it with my teeth and my tongue as she
yelled hoarsely and shook for almost a minute. We were soaked in her juices
and sweat and utterly sated.
   I kissed my way back to her mouth and shared her nectar with her.
   "A somewhat naughty, saucy bouquet, with great promise, wouldn't you
say?" She giggled weakly in my ear.
   "And you sir, is a delightful cunniliguist. I cannot recommend your
services highly enough." We held each other while we caught our breaths and
our bodies tried to recover.
   "Do we have time for a shower or would I run the risk of being castrated
by your parents?" It was almost 5. We had spent the last 4 hours making
delicious love.
   "Yes, shower, but my legs are still rubbery." I collected our clothes and
carried her upstairs to the bathroom, pausing only to flip the cushions over
to hide a few rather large stains.
   "Upstairs, second door on the left... I love it when you hold me like
this." She breathed into my ear as I trudged up the stairs with my various
loads. She nestled in my arms, stuck a tongue on my nipple and draped her
hand down to fondle me. Rather expertly too as my knees threatened to give
way.
   "Hey, I'm going to drop you if you keep doing that!" She giggled but did
not release me. I let her rub my erection, not seeing the need to deprive
her of all her pleasures.
   We started the shower and I walked in with her still clinging on to
various parts of my anatomy. Finally, she let me put her on the shower floor
but her hands stayed attached to me. I had the most pleasurable job of
washing her body as she hung on to my neck. I soaped her back, lingering at
her ass and her pussy crack. Then I did her breasts and front. Then we used
her body to apply soap to my body, causing my prick to rear itself again.
She had enough energy to do my back and spent an inordinate amount of time
soaping my cock and my balls, then she did a taste test while soaping up my
ass. My cock surged again under her delicate attention.
   She settled on her knees and wrapped her tiny hands around me, kissed the
tip, then around the rim, gently moving her hands up and down the stalk. She
held it against her little breasts and rubbed my juices on them, watching my
face. With a small smile, she kissed it again and I watched as her little
tongue came out and lap the sides and into the crevice between the skin.
Then she place her mouth over the angry red bulb and slipped it in. She did
not take me very deep, just past the fat crown, tightening her lips to
caressed the sensitized surface. I moaned and she hmm'd back, rolling her
tongue across the engorged surface of my cock. In time with her hand, she
bobbed her head, slowly gaining speed as my hips jerked to try and force
myself deeper. Suddenly, my balls roiled and discharged everything it had in
several gut-tearing convulsions. She swallowed and continued jacking until I
had surrendered all my cum into her mouth.
   We were completely spent after that and so I hugged her wet slippery body
to me, as I tried to dry the both of us. Finally I wrapped her up in a towel
and carried her to her room, which was done up all pink and frilly with
about a thousand stuffed animal. I tucked her in and kissed her face as her
eyes closed.

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