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James
Part II. In Training.


Chapter 10

JulieAnn was in another of her trademarked minidresses, white, and grinning
ear to ear. "I don't hurt after sex anymore! Just a twinge to remind me of
what we did, Mr Atomic Scientist!", she dimpled fetchingly and hugged
herself to me. She told me to drive straight to school, her accomplices
apparently having discovered my animal magnetism resistible.
   There was another crowd waiting for us, headed by Brenda and Sara, this
time, they were accompanied by ten other young, delectable females all in
white minis. The amount of skin shown would be illegal in most States.
   "We are your new, improved James Mitchell fan club! To victory!" One my
one, they lined up and kissed me tenderly. I ended up clinging to the three
co-presidents as I gasped my last. I would need a miracle to recover enough
energy to compete tomorrow.

= = = = =

I'd shaken off most signs of my recent debauchery when Coach Wilson put me
through some basic exercises at the end of school. He was impressed enough
with the extra training I've done to let me off early to "go home and get
rested up", adding "and NO Sex!"
   Brenda intercepted me when I got out and informed me I was hers until the
party officially started at 5. I drove us to the park where Nicole had
previously molested me.
   "That was some impressive diving yesterday!" We were walking down a small
path and she had her arm around mine.
   "Thanks - I'm taking lessons, but I've never done it in the buff before."
She blushed with the memories.
   "You were so lovely and incredibly sexy."
   "I'm glad - I wanted you to like me."
   "Bren, you know I like you. I'm the one who was worried you didn't like
me!"
   "I think I was jealous of you and Jules, and I've always been scared of
boys. That's why I need to be in control all the time..."
   "Let's find time and go on a date, just the two of us."
   "I'd like that." She put head on my shoulder.
   "What would you want to do?" My arm slipped around her waist.
   "I don't know - I've never been on a real date before."
   "OK - we can go on a walk like this..."
   "Hmmm. That's nice."
   "We could go to a movie, perhaps."
   "Yeah, and we can sit in the back...?" She giggled. We found a secluded
tree and sat.
   "Would you put your arms around me?" I did.
   "Would you try and kiss me?" I did.
   "Would you..." I laid her on her back and kissed her again. Then I held
her and kissed along her cheek and neck. After a while she started stroking
my back. I kissed her some more, her lips were soft and she sucked my
tongue.
   She stretched like a cat, "You know, it's so nice to be with you and not
have to worry about what we should or should not do..." Her breasts poked up
through her dress, and her constantly-aroused nipples. I leaned over and
kissed one. She squirmed and moaned. Her eyes were closed and there was a
smile on her face.
   I kissed her other one and it perked right up. "Mmmm, I used to be
ashamed that they stuck out all the time and the boys would gawk at them." I
unbuttoned the top of the dress and held her breasts, and she arched herself
into my hands. I started gawking.
   I tasted her, gently kissing and lapping each nipple. She was so soft and
so sensitive.
   She caressed my face and my hair as I slowly made love to her breasts.
Her soft moans became a whine when I slipped one hand over her panties and
found her. Her legs tensed and she was gasping.
   "Oh, oh, oh." She rasped out, digging her heels into the ground and
squeezing my hand between her legs. I bit down on a nipple as she came in a
loud moan.
   I leaned back against the tree and she put her head on my lap, stroking
my leg.
   "James, will you be sweet to me if I fell in love with you?"
   "Yes Brenda."
   "I try to think about the other day and everything's a blur. Sometimes I
couldn't even believe that we had sex... and I'd taken you in my mouth." She
nestled her head into my hard cock.
   "Hmmm, I can hear the blood going in your thing... your penis..." She put
a hand on the base and rubbed her cheek on me.
   "James, can I try and put you in my mouth again?"
   "You know what Jules say, I wouldn't be able to control myself once you
do that."
   "Oh, she's SO good at it. I can't get over it..." She gripped me, "But
you don't have to come or anything. I think about it a lot and, like
yesterday, in the pool, I kept wanting to do it to you..."
   She reached up and tugged my zipper down, and I helped her take it out.
   She held it and kissed it. "So big..." She kissed it on the tip and
sucked on it.
   "Tell me what to do..."
   "Just explore around the tip with your lips and tongue, and watch my
reactions." Soon she was busy inspecting my tool and checking my face. A
little drop of liquid came out and she licked it off, carefully tasting it.
   "Salty." She dropped her mouth over the tip and sucked some more. I
groaned.
   She pushed her mouth further down but had to stop halfway.
   "How does Jules take you so deep?"
   "She points it straight down her throat and kinda swallows..." Brenda
tried it again but gagged.
   "Uhh, she makes it look so easy - it's harder than I thought. I'll have
to practice a lot more!" My cock jumped at the thought.
   "What else can I do until I learn to take you in my throat?"
   I showed her how to move her hand and lips. Pretty soon I had to moan,
"We'd better stop. I'm gonna come soon."
   "Uh, sorry... Did you like that?" I hmmm'd and stroked her hair. Her eyes
glowed and she smiled proudly.
   "Would you have come just now? If I hadn't stopped?"
   "I'm gonna come NOW if you don't stop with your hands!"
   "Oops." She giggled and stopped, then leaned down and licked a drop of
ooze off.
   "Does come taste like this?"
   "No - it's much stronger, kinda bitter and sticky." She thought that
over.
   "I don't want to stop, I want you to come. In my mouth." Her lovely lips
went around me again. This time her hands got involved as well.
   I sighed, such a willful young lady. And such a delightfully hot mouth. I
slipped her hand lower to my balls and surged deeper into her soft mouth.
   She again tried to push herself down on me but had to back off. She
licked and played her lips around the top, then force herself down once
more. I grunted and stroked her firm ass to encourage her.
   It didn't take long before her caresses started me moaning and grinding
against her. Then she pushed her head down and took me deep and her hot
squirming throat was all around me, then she pulled back a bit and started
to suck.
   I held her head as I bucked myself into her face and came with a
shuddering gasp. She was moaning and shaking as well. She gulped furiously
as I gripped her hair and emptied myself in her. Finally I laid back against
the tree, panting.
   Brenda pulled off, red-faced. She took a gulp of air and sank back on me
again, drawing the last tiny spurt from my cock.
   She was bright eyed, "Did you feel my throat on you? It was awesome - I
could almost take all of you now!" And bent down to demonstrate. She must
have thought I was slow or something because she kept going long after I
KNEW I was pretty much all the hot, wet and tingly way inside her throat. I
kept moaning my protests but she ignored me. Then an image of Coach Wilson
flashed in my head.
   "Ahhhh, Bren - stop. Can't let me come anymore. My training!" She slowed
and gave me a few lusty slurps before letting me back in my pants.
   "YES!" She pumped her fist. "I can take you in my throat. Next time, ALL
the way, baby!" She leaned up and slopped spit and come all over my face and
mouth.
   "It's so cool! I can make you come with my mouth! And swallow your
sperm!" She hugged me tightly, "But promise we'll do this again, and have
sex as well!" She laid her head back on my cock.
   "I promise." I sighed again. Such a willful girl, taking advantage of me
when my resolve was lowest.
   I slipped my hand back on her breast and teased it as she purred happily.

= = = = =

Brenda went in through the side but I was told to wait outside the front
door. I looked around at what used to be a big and imposing mansion which
now seemed warm and inviting. All because of one person, who had opened
herself to me and taught me so much. The thought gave me an erection.
   I was seriously contemplating reacquainting myself with my right hand,
something I had not needed to do for a long time, when the doors opened and
the object of my adoration and lust stood there.
   She was dressed in a simple white toga-like affair, the single strap held
a silver clasp and a slit opened up to mid thigh. She was also barefoot, and
totally, unambiguously, gloriously naked underneath.
   At the look on my face, she started laughing but it turned into a gurgly
kind of moan as I fell to my knees and buried my face at her groin.
   Some time later gentle hands loosened her grip in my hair and moved us
inside. I was weakly gasping against Jules while Brenda was petting Nicole's
head on her shoulders. Sara watched us with a big smile on her cherubic
face.
   "Don't pass out yet, my love." Jules nibbled along my ears, "Are you
ready for your present?" I could only blink my eyes and gurgle sagely.
   Sara stepped aside, and time stopped.
   "Amanda!" I croaked out after an eternity.
   I reached her in one large step and held her. She smelled of spring and
new mown hay and is the elixir of life itself. We held and shuddered against
each other.
   I looked at her and stroked her hair. I touched her face, her lips, not
daring to believe my eyes. Smiling, she reached up to kiss me and the world
faded away.
   A long time later, she was curled up on me on the leather sofa and she'd
just finished showing me the bandaid that covered the wire-thin implant on
her arm.
   "So, a while back Mom had asked Mme Petitcoeur to help me with French,
and then out of the blue, I get a call from her inviting me to go on a trip
to the Museum of Natural Sciences. I told her no... Why drive for 6 hours
when all I wanted to do was to stay home and wait for your email, right? And
then she sort of mentioned that it's just blocks away from the wrestling
championship, and so here I am!"
   She hugged me. "I was scared SHITLESS but the girls and Nicole were so
sweet. They told me how you felt about me..." She looked at me and then she
did her kissing trick on me and I was incapacitated for a long time. "James
Mitchell, I love you so much."
   "I love you, my Mandie Chip..." We kissed and touched some more.
   "They're waiting for us at the pool... Dinner's at 7 sharp."
   We went outside and all the horseplay and giggling stopped and everybody
looked at us.
   "See, I told you they'd behave!" Sara said. "He's still got his clothes
on!"
   "But his pants are all stretched out of shape." Brenda.
   "Betcha he's stained his underwear already." Jules.
   "No staying power..." Nicole shook her head sadly.
   Amanda hugged me fondly, "They're just envious. I told them I MUST have
you tonight because I'm the youngest here - and the only virgin." With that
she eeled out of her toga and plunged in, splashing them all.
   I allowed myself a leisurely fifteen minutes to savor the display of
tantalizing female flesh before I wagged my finger at Jules.
   "Me?" All bright eyed and innocent. And wet. And naked. "I can't do
anything with you - I promised Amanda." She spread her hands and shrugged
her shoulders. They all snickered as my eyes followed the bouncing boobs.
   "You know I'm only after you for your brains."

= = = = =

We had made almost half a million dollars with our investments yesterday. We
reinvested it all, with Jules gentle rocking herself on my leg - it worked
last time so we were reluctant to change, in case it brought bad luck. Along
with her small climax, Jules also added 4 new stocks that she'd investigated
and showed potential.
   We went back outside to tell Nicole we blew all her money again. She
shrugged and my tongue fell out. In my stupor I didn't even notice them
stripping me until Jules and Nicole tossed me in.
   Sara and Amanda were standing in the shallow end, clutching and
whispering, gesturing wildly. Then they'd look at me, blush and go back to
their animated conversation.
   "Sara's telling Amanda about her first time - since they're both so
tiny." Nicole explained as she backed on to me in the pool and wrapped my
arms around her waist.
   "And Amanda's teaching Sara about blow jobs. We hear she's something of a
prodigy in that department." Brenda added as she slipped behind me and
reached down to verify if it were true. She had to look a long time since at
that precise moment it was hiding halfway inside Nicole.
   Jules came up and latched on to Nicole. The two got into this really
intense and blood boiling kiss that I could feel all the way down in my
cock.
   After the kiss finally ended and they got their breaths back, Jules, all
dimples and sparkles said, "Nicole and I, we are nuzzling our cunts
tonight."
   Nicole leaned back and kissed me, flicking her tongue on me. Suddenly I
was ALL the way inside her.
   "DON'T move!" She warned, "So. all the girls go on about 'nuzzling her
cunt' this and 'nuzzling her cunt' that; all I can say is that it had better
be good." She smiled fondly up at me, patting my cheek, "After all, the stud
here can barely keep up with me." In a stage whisper she added, "No staying
power. Ugh!" I pushed into her and she started shaking.
   I added a finger on her clit and she reached her arms around my neck,
arched back and lapped me again. "Oh god, I love it when you get mad! Sorry
girls, I take back everything I said about him." Jules took the chance to
start gumming the proffered nipples as I stroked a hard clit and made slow
strokes in her.
   "Oh, oh god, oh god, ahhh... You can nuzzle my cunt anytime. Ahhh-hhhh.."
She fell bonelessly on to Jules who took the opportunity to thoroughly
molest her, Brenda abandoned me as well, sensing easy prey.
   Sara by now was floating limply in the shallow end, being treated to the
sublime kissing experience that only Amanda could provide. They looked to
the world like she was getting mouth to mouth, unless one noticed the
stiffness of her lovely boobs and that Amanda was shamelessly massaging
them.
   I was left in the cold. Again. Grouchily I went to sun myself.
   Soon after that, Sara and Amanda came up and gave me a light double kiss
as they went inside to prepare dinner and, undoubtedly, to continue their
"conversation".

= = = = =

Dinner was a remarkable affair. The girls made a big roast with potatoes and
salad and it was thoroughly enjoyed to flickering candlelight. For dessert
we had Cherry Cheesecake, "to celebrate my soon-to-be-remedied condition,"
Amanda added, looking steadily at me.
   Dinner was cleared away and left for the cleaners who would be coming the
next day, saving us the ignominy to try and get the dishwasher to cooperate.
I was hustled to the guestroom, kissed, and was told to get ready.
   I shaved, showered, sweated and showered again.

= = = = =

The lights dimmed and she stood there, shrouded in misty white, the little
elfin figure who had captivated my senses and touched the chord in my heart.
She came up to me, a dreamy smile on her face, but her eyes shone.
   "I am the sacrificial virgin..." She announced quietly, proudly. My
breath roared in my ears, my blood boiled in anticipation. Slowly she
shrugged off her gown and, naked, she sank to her knees and clasped my
ankles. "I give you my heart, my soul, my body and all that is dear to me,
as befits a Hero..." I found I was shaking.
   I helped her up and kissed her brow, submersing in the fragrance of her
embrace. I held her, not wishing to ever release her, needing to know she
would forever be a physical part of me.
   Music played in the room, a cello piece, unlike any I've heard before,
its plaintive, lyrical notes resonating in my soul.
   "This is music I have chosen," She whispered, "For the night I share the
gift of my virginity..." She looked up at me, I could not breathe, I could
not see, anymore. The sweet music rang inside my head as she led me to the
canopied bed.
   I laid her on the satin sheets, basking in the heat of her body, my
fingers and my mouth tasting the soft brow, the blue eyes that could pierce
my soul; the aquiline nose, the mouth that laughed and shared pleasure with
me; the proud breasts that enticed and challenged, the nipples that cried
out for succor; the slim torso, so lithe and beguiling, and the long coltish
legs with the small, sweet opening at their junction.
   I tasted her zealously, this enchanting faerie of mine, as I strove to
join the essence of her being to mine. I touched, I teased, I caressed and I
drove her to the limits of her senses, then I pushed her beyond. She shook
and cried in her pleasure, until her voice became strained and hoarse. I
worked tirelessly to excite her until she is too exhausted to respond.
   She laid there, spent, a sheen of sweat coated her lissome body. I held
her, so small and fragile in my embrace.
   "Rest, my precious one, there will be many more nights like this. It can
wait." I whispered, "For you will always be my Mandie Chip."
   She looked at me and she gripped me, sudden fierce determination lining
her face, "James Mitchell, if you care anything for me," she angrily wiped a
tear from her eye, "Tonight, now, you will take me and make me yours."
   And so, very gently, oh so very gently, to the haunting strains of
Amanda's Song - I made her mine.

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Author's notes on
Amanda's Song.
Second Movement, Adagio ma non troppo, from
Concerto for Cello in B-Minor. Opus 104
by Antonin Dvorak

Written just prior to his death and Dvorak's only complete Cello Concerto,
this piece is undeniably one of the most poignant among all written music.
   Dedicated to Dvorak's childhood sweetheart, this touching movement
lyrically portrays the meeting of two lonely wanderers in a sensuous
lullaby, full of yearning and seduction. They join in a sometimes
tempestuous dance that realizes a harmonious sum far greater than its
individual components.


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