Chapter 7: London

Amanda walked down the London street with a bright smile on her face. Men looked up and couldn't look away as she walked past. Some looked towards her wonderfully short black skirt, others gazed at the tight black blouse showing an incredible amount of cleavage. Few of them noticed Craig walking a few feet behind her carrying several large shopping bags.

Amanda stopped in front of a small clothing store and peeked inside the window. She liked the clothes, but she liked the tall young man behind the counter even better.

As Amanda entered the store the clerk turned to her. For a moment the sight of such a gorgeous girl stunned him, but he recovered quickly. "Hello, miss. Can I help you today?"

Amanda looked him up and down suggestively. "Oh, definitely. But stay behind the counter right now, I'm gonna look around on my own for a minute." They smiled slyly at each other for a moment, then Amanda walked off.

Amanda looked around and saw that the three of them were alone in the shop. She whispered in Craig's ear, causing him to mumble something. They turned to the store front and saw an older woman walk up to the door, turn around, and practically run away as if an invisible hand had shoved her. Amanda giggled and turned back to the clothes.

Amanda examined almost everything in the small store in just a few minutes. Every now and then she'd pick something out and hand it to Craig. She noticed the clerk watching her several times, and she made sure to smile or wave back.

At one point Amanda had her back to the clerk. She knew that he was looking at her, but she felt pretty sure that he didn't know she could tell. Amanda pulled a scarf off a shelf, then dropped it. She bent over slowly to pick it up, bending at the knees to point her ass right at her admirer.

The clerk couldn't believe his luck. The view off her ass floored him. Not that he minded the rest of her body, either.

Amanda reached out slowly for the scarf. Before she had it, she stopped and began to smooth out the wrinkles in her tight skirt, wiggling her bottom. When she heard a slight moan from behind, she turned around and looked at the clerk.

He smiled and shrugged. "It wasn't me," he said overly innocently. "It was your boyfriend there." He winked at Craig, making it clear to everyone that he didn't expect her to believe the lie.

Amanda straightened up and walked to the counter, forgetting the scarf on the floor. She leaned over, showing the clerk the deep cleavage of her very low cut top. "Oh, I don't think so. Craig doesn't make a peep except when I want him to."

The British clerk smiled incredulously. "What, you've got him trained that well?"

"Uh huh," said Amanda. "You know how some rich girls travel the world? Shopping, parting, or whatever? And they take their little pet dogs with them wherever they go?" Amanda waited until the clerk nodded. "Well, I take my pet Craig wherever I go. And you wouldn't believe the tricks he can do." Amanda giggled. "You know, you're pretty cute. I love that English accent. What's your name?"

The clerk leaned over the counter, trying to get closer to the girl. "I'm Patrick, and I love everything about you!"

Amanda stood up straight and stroked a finger across Patrick's chin. Then she turned to Craig, took back the clothes she had picked out and placed them on the counter. "I'd like these, please."

Patrick glanced down at the clothes. They were some of the most expensive in the store, so this was going to be a great commission! "No problem, beautiful lady who came into my life and my store! How would you like to pay?"

Amanda frowned slightly. "Pay? Don't you want to give them to me?"

"Oh, absolutely!" said Patrick grandly. "If I wasn't just a humble store clerk, I'd buy them for you in a second!"

Amanda leaned over, showing off her cleavage again. She looked away absently, allowing Patrick to stare openly as they talked. "Well, I really like it when people give me things. Everybody loves giving me gifts, you know."

"Well, I'm sure they do. A girl as lovely as you must constantly be getting showered with gifts." Patrick looked up from the incredible breasts. She really was a tremendous beauty, but he wasn't sure where to go with this game. "But I don't own the store. The clothes aren't mine to give."

Amanda turned back to Patrick and wet her lips. She pushed her shoulders back to accentuate her female shape more fully. Her eyes held the boutique clerk.

"Um," stammered Patrick, "well, it's just, if you see, I'd like to, but there's no way."

Amanda smiled and walked to Craig. She whispered in his ear again and Craig mumbled something again. Patrick strained to hear what they were saying, but couldn't make out anything other than the word "maddening."

As the couple finished talking, Patrick noticed that he suddenly felt hot. He looked back at Amanda and realised why. Just looking at her made him hornier than he'd ever felt. He'd already been extremely attracted to her, but now he couldn't stop staring. As she stood next to Craig, Patrick began praying that she would come back over to the counter. Every moment she stayed away felt agonising. He began to feel like she stood so far away to purposely torment him.

Then she began walking over. However, instead of walking to the front of the counter, she walked behind it. She put a hand on Patrick's shoulder, causing him to jerk up to the straightest he'd ever stood. She walked behind him and put her other hand on his chest, holding him lightly from behind so that he couldn't turn back to see her. The sensation of her hands on his body felt incredible.

"Patrick, I went to Milan yesterday and got some great dresses. I talked to another English guy at a party there, and he used the cutest little phrase. He said he "would wank every night" to me. What does 'wank' mean?"

Patrick swallowed hard. "That's, uh, you know, when a guy... lends himself a hand." Patrick felt something press into his back. He realised that Amanda was pressing herself up against him, pressing her large breasts against his back, and his brain turned to mulch. "Masturbating. Wanking is when a bloke masturbates!"

Amanda's voice turned silky. "Ooh, that sounds soooo much better than 'jerking off.'" Amanda's hand slid from Patrick's chest down to the front of his trousers. She started to rub his crotch up and down. Melodically she said, "I love it! Wank, wank, wank, wank! That sounds so good! I bet you never need to wank, Patrick. I can feel a really nice, big dick in your pants. I bet you get all the pussy you want."

Patrick swallowed hard, trying to concentrate on something other than the hand rubbing between his legs so agonisingly slowly. "Well, I have to wank sometimes." The hand cupped his crotch, giving it a mild squeeze, and almost making the store clerk swallow his tongue. "A lot more often than I'd like, that's true."

He realised he hadn't make himself sound good. He felt desperate to make up for it, even if it meant sacrificing his commission. "Uh, you know, if you're low on cash, maybe I could help you a little with the price."

"Oh, no," said Amanda, "I'm rich as hell! I've probably got enough in my purse to buy this whole store. I just like it when people give me gifts. Isn't everything better as a gift, honey?"

Patrick felt like he had actually turned to honey. He could feel Amanda moving up and down behind him now, rolling her amazing tits all over his back. Her hand felt even better through his trousers. "Well, I guess I've got a little money that I've been saving to go to university. I could use that." Amanda kissed the back of his neck, and Patrick broke out into a crazed smile.

Amanda didn't move out from behind Patrick as he pulled out his check book and signed away a large chunk of his tuition. She rubbed his crotch faster as he madly pulled a bag from under the counter and stuffed the clothes in it. When he finished the sale Amanda wrapped one arm hard around his chest to hold him tight while she frantically rubbed his cock through the material. Patrick felt like his whole body had burst into flames, and he loved it.

Finally, he came in his pants. He couldn't believe how long the orgasm lasted, making him spasm several times and blurring his vision for what seemed like forever.

Patrick collapsed onto the counter as Amanda walked around it. He jerked back when Craig reached out to pick up the bag of clothes; the clerk had completely forgotten the other man. Patrick watched in amazement as the Amanda exited the store.

"Bye!" she said as she walked out. "Have fun wanking!"

Chapter 8: Monaco

The ocean stretched out into a gorgeous sunset. Dozens of teenagers partied together on the beach, drinking and dancing as the sun went down. Close to the water Amanda laid on a towel and made out with a dark haired man. They both wore swim suits, with her's covering very little.

Amanda rolled onto her side and stroked the man's muscular chest. "Mmmm, that's nice. What's you name?"

He smiled at her. "Embrassez-moi!"

Amanda giggled, "Well, I don't know what that means, but feel free to keep talking. I love hearing you talk!"

She stared at him for a moment, but he didn't say anything. Amanda's smile faded away and a look of boredom replaced it. She rolled onto her back, picked up a bottle of wine and took a drink. "This has been a fun party and all, but I don't know anybody here. Nobody even understands English, which is pretty inconsiderate. Hey, Craig!"

Craig walked over from a few feet away.

"Get... um.... get Brandy here to keep me company."

The boy looked at her dully. "Brandy?"

Amanda sighed. "You know, Brandy. The blonde girl from school? She's really pretty, but she's always with that loser, Mark."

Craig brightened and nodded. "Wish Brandy here!"

A very thin blonde girl appeared before them. She looked out of place in her t-shirt and jeans. Amanda looked around to see if anyone noticed the sudden arrival, but everyone at the party was too busy with their own fun and her French fellow had been occupied kissing her neck.

"What the hell?!" yelled Brandy. "Where am I!" She saw her classmate before her. "Amanda? Amanda, where are we? How did I get here?"

Amanda shrugged. "It's Monaco. Um, you came here with me on my jet when I said I knew where to find a good party. You just drank a little too much on the plane and you don't remember, that's all."

Brandy's stared a hole through Amanda. "What?! I wasn't on a plane! Are you crazy?!"

Amanda motioned for Craig to come to her. When he leaned in close, she whispered in his ear. He mumbled something and suddenly Brandy was wearing a skimpy bathing suit like everyone else at the party. Then Craig mumbled something else and Brandy's expression changed completely.

"Ooooh," said Brandy, "Oh yeah, I remember now! I'm sorry, I just freaked out a little. Hey, pass the bottle." Amanda handed over the bottle of wine as Brandy plopped down on a towel near Amanda's. Brandy took a drink, then looked at the man nibbling on Amanda's neck. "Pretty nice, Amanda. Good to see at least one of us is enjoying more than just the sun today."

Amanda grabbed the bottle back and took another gulp. "What do you mean? There are plenty of guys to choose from. You're not holding back because of that loser, Mark, are you?"

Brandy laid on her back. "Yeah, but I don't want to talk about it."

Amanda looked shocked. "Oh, come on, you can't really love that guy?"

"Ew, no, God no. It's just that I can't.. I really don't want to talk about it."

Amanda smiled evilly. She pulled Craig close and whispered in his ear again. He mumbled something inaudible.

"Mark's the only guy I can cum with," blurted Brandy, "and not just the only guy, I can't even satisfy myself. No matter how horny I am, only he can get me off." Brandy's jaw dropped. "Oh my god! I can't believe I told you that!"

Amanda laid back, resting her head on her Frenchman's chest. "You should be glad you did, though. Cause I can fix your problem!"

Brandy looked shocked. "You can? No way!"

Amanda motioned Craig to come closer again. Again she whispered in his ear and he mumbled something.

Brandy watched the exchange curiously. "Why do you keep doing that? And who is this guy?" Brandy suddenly found the boy extremely interesting.

"Oh, it's nothing." Amanda cocked her head slyly. "And this is Craig. I call him my pet, but he really takes care of me. Don't you think he's kind of cute, Brandy? I mean, I got tired of him in that way awhile ago, but you seem to like him."

Brandy realised that she was staring at Craig. She couldn't help it, right now the sight of him turned her on tremendously.

"In fact," said Amanda, "I think he would like you, too. Poor guy, he gets so horny, but I don't think he's had any release in a month. I told him not to touch himself, and I certainly haven't touched him. Of course, he's so stupid he probably wouldn't even notice it happening. So all that really matters is getting you off, right Brandy?"

Brandy nodded vacantly. "Uh huh, sure."

"Craig, go ahead and take care of Brandy the way I used to let you take care of me."

Brandy watched Craig walk in front of her. She thought about resisting when he knelt down between her legs and pulled them apart. However, her sudden horniness was too much. She needed release, and he seemed to be about to provide it. As he pulled her bikini bottoms down, Brandy looked over and saw Amanda take another sip of wine, then kiss her Frenchman as deeply as she could without looking away from Brandy and Craig.

Then Brandy felt the touch between her thighs. She turned back and watched as Craig kissed her lightly on the skin between her pussy and her leg. The sensation felt incredible. Craig moved in a little and started working on her pussy lips. He touched her lightly with his tongue, working his way inward very slowly.

Brandy laid on her back to let Craig work. He pussy felt extremely sensative, but Craig moved slowly to keep from overwhelming her. She lightly touched the back of his head, enjoying the feel of his head moving under her hand.

Craig picked up speed, licking her faster as she started to moan. She thought about how Mark was the only one who'd ever eaten her out this well, and that was only after she'd given him special instructions on how to get better at it. It didn't seem possible for Craig to make her feel this good.

Amanda smiled at the writhing couple as she watched the show intently. The dark haired man she was leaning on reached around and put his hand inside her bikini bottoms. He began to finger her pussy gently. Amanda enjoyed the touch, but she couldn't tell whether or not she enjoyed it more than watching Craig work on Brandy's pussy.

Craig sucked on Brandy's clitoris, causing her to arch her back and grab his head with both hands. She held his head hard, keeping him from moving from that spot for a full minute. Then she shoved him downward a bit and he licked her pussy furiously. Brandy orgasmed, splattered on Craig's face. He eagerly licked up her juices as her arms collapsed back onto the towel.

"There you go, Brandy," said Amanda as the man behind her rubbed her own pussy. "I bet that feels a lot better. I hope you don't mind, it's just that I reeeaaally like to watch other people get off when I'm the one who made it happen. It's so hot."

Brandy looked weakly at the other girl, breathing hard. "Huh, huh... how...?"

"Oh, don't worry about it. You're not hung up on Craig permanently, I just wanted you to do him one time so that you'd know for sure that you were fully functional again." Amanda let out a little moan as the Frenchman continued fingering her.

Brandy's panting slowed enough to talk. "No, huh, I mean, how did you do that?"

Amanda's expression blanked. She rolled her eyes up, trying to think of what to say. "Um, nope. Sorry. That's a secret."

Brandy raised her hand as if to argue, then backed off. "Well, OK. You can tell me some other time, if you want."

Amanda breathed in relief, glad she didn't have to get Craig to force Brandy to drop it. She polished off the wine bottle as the Frenchman brought her to climax. The two girls smiled at each other.

Chapter 9: Paris

Brandy stood up from the couch and brushed the wrinkles out of her little Italian dress. She looked around the hotel room and saw her date from earlier in the evening passed out on the floor. She didn't know his name, but she had first hand experience that he knew how to use his cock very well.

Brandy didn't remember any travelling, just being at the beach party in Monaco and then being at a club in Paris. She also didn't remember getting from the club to the hotel, though she did recall picking up a couple of hotties at the club. It was like as soon as they had agreed to take the guys back with them, they were just instantly there. Even though Brandy didn't remember some of the details of how she'd gotten around that night, she felt pretty sure that she knew how it had happened, and she was ready to find out for certain.

The teenage girl walked into the other room of the expensive suite, careful not to wake anyone. She found Amanda passed out on the bed with a bottle of scotch in one hand and a blonde guy's cock in the other. Brandy leaned over her friend. Her long blonde hair fell over her shoulders, almost brushing Amanda's cheek.

"Amanda?" whispered Brandy, "I really like your pet, Craig. Do you mind if I steal him from you?" She paused for a brief moment and listened to the other girl's deep breathing. "What's that, Amanda? I should go ahead and steal your whole, awesome life? Well, thank you very much! I'll do that!"

Brandy stood up and looked around. She walked over to Craig, asleep on the floor in the corner. She shook his shoulder. He hadn't had any alcohol, so he woke up easily. Brandy hadn't drunk as much as the others either, anticipating this moment.

"Hey Craig," she whispered, "come with me, I want to talk to you." Brandy held his hand as she guided him through the room. They went out onto the balcony into the beautiful lights of Paris at night. Once she finished closing the balcony door, she kissed Craig deeply.

He hardly reacted to the kiss. His lips barely moved and his arms stayed at his sides. However, when Brandy pressed herself up against him she could feel his cock straining through his pants. She pulled back and smiled.

"That was really good. Did you like it too, Craig?"

Craig nodded absently.

"I used to have a guy like you. He did all kinds of things for me, just like you do all kinds of things for Amanda. You grant wishes for her, don't you Craig?"

Brandy's heart raced as he nodded. She held the boy tight and ran her fingers across the back of his head. "Yeah, I figured that out earlier today. I bet a few things happened that I don't even remember, but I noticed enough. My pet granted wishes, too. Isn't it weird that the same incredible power happened to more than one person in the same town? There must be something in the water. Anyway, I mentioned to Amanda how I used to have a wishing pet, and she said I could borrow you for awhile."

Craig's vacant expression turned to surprise.

"I know! I couldn't believe it either! But that's what Amanda wants. Do you think you should do what Amanda says and grant my wishes?"

Craig nodded emphatically. He firmly believed that Amanda always knew the best thing to do.

Brandy beamed. "OK then. First off, let's make this all easier, so there's no confusion. The wish you made that makes you take her orders? Wish that it applied to me, instead."

Craig looked witlessly into her eyes and said, "Wish that."

Craig lost his witless look as Brandy gained one. He pushed her away and glanced around in confusion. When he looked through the balcony door and saw Amanda on the bed his face turned red and his hands balled into fists.

"Do stuff!" said Brandy excitedly. "Make stuff!"

Craig turned back to the slender blonde girl. "What?!"

Brandy pointed at him and grinned like a fool. "Happy now, but still want stuff. Give me stuff now."

Craig laughed loudly. "Oh crap, I get it. You're the happy moron now. Still a greedy bitch, though. That's too funny. But not very attractive. I wish you were back to your normal self."

Brandy shook her head as the mental cobwebs cleared out. "Whoa! What happened?"

Craig leaned back on the balcony railing. "Well, I guess you were thinking that Amanda had gotten me to wish that she had control of me. Actually, I had accidentally wished that I was incredibly dumb, and she just took advantage of that. So when I made your wish, it didn't transfer control or love or anything from Amanda to you, it transferred my stupidity to you." He smiled, but it looked forced and slightly mean.

"Oh," said Brandy as she strolled up close to Craig again. "Well, then, I guess the question is how much fun we can have on our own." She reached for him and leaned in for another kiss.

Craig grabbed her hands before she could touch him. "No, I think the question is, 'what would have been a better wish to control someone?' Hmm, I'm not sure. How about, 'I wish you were my complete love slave, lusting after me incredibly hard and concerned with nothing but doing what I want.'"

Desire raged through Brandy. She suddenly wanted him more than she'd ever wanted anything. All plans for satisfying herself fled from her mind, she only wanted to serve Craig.

"Drop to your knees, pull down my pants, and suck my cock like it's the best thing in the world."

Brandy did as she was told, convinced that his cock actually was the best thing in the world. It certainly looked like the most beautiful thing in the world to her, and it tasted just as good. She struggled to cover as much of it as she could with her tongue, maniacally bobbing her head up and down as she licked it all over.

"Wow, you're not very good at that, are you Brandy?" Craig gritted his teeth, loving the job Brandy was doing much more but not wanting her to know. "You're pretty crappy at sucking cock, Brandy, but at least the enthusiasm is fun to watch. Hey, you know who likes to watch? Amanda does. I wish that Amanda was out here right now."

Amanda appeared on the ground in front of them. Her skirt was pulled up onto her waist and she was still passed out.

"Oh yeah," said Craig, "I forgot about that. You know, that's really not her best look. She's gorgeous, but every girl looks better without drool on her cheek. I wish she was sobered up, woken up, cleaned up, and dressed up like a trashy stripper."

Amanda woke as the wish replaced her stylish outfit with a tiny red bra and skimpy red panties. She stood and took in the sight of Brandy pleasuring Craig on her knees. "Wow, Brandy, did you decide you wanted to return the favor after all? I told you it's not necessary with Craig."

Craig started to speak, but his jaw clamped shut as Brandy began sucking on his balls. Her hand worked his shaft as she rolled the balls around in her mouth, causing Craig to shut he eyes and smile.

"I mean," continued Amanda, "if you want to, fine, but... hey, wait. I don't remember dressing like this."

Craig opened his eyes. "I put it on you. I thought it suited you better."

Amanda gaped. "What did you say?!"

Craig leered at her breasts, not even bothering to hide his lust. "Hi, Amanda. I guess we haven't really talked in awhile. You're looking great, just like a little slut should."

Amanda arched her back and smiled irreverently. "OK, so you're not a drooling idiot anymore. Big deal, you're still just some loser I dumped."

Craig shook his head, then dropped his gaze to her panties as he thought about ripping them off. "No, Amanda, I'm really special. That's why I make you so wet."

Amanda laughed and put her hands on her hips. She made no effort to hide her incredible figure from his leer. "Yeah, sure. I don't need you, I got tired of you weeks ago. You're kinda boring now."

"No I'm not. I wish you were at least a little horny all the time, but you're always extremely horny when I'm around."

The buxom girl gasped. She felt like exploding. Every part of her body screamed at her to shove Brandy off of Craig's cock and mount him right now.

As if realising that Amanda had thought about challenging her, Brandy pulled Craig's dick out of her mouth and said, "Oh God, your cock feels so good, Craig. It's so big! I just want to be your slut forever." She shoved the dick back between her lips and forced it down her throat. She worked it in and out, deepthroating all of the big cock.

Craig panted a little. "So Amanda, what do you think? Are you looking forward to joining Brandy as my sex slave? Of course, I'm going to have to work you harder than her because of all the crap you put me through."

Amanda's pussy burned with want, but she held herself back. "I wouldn't ever let you fuck me again, Craig. I don't need to either, there are plenty of other great cocks in the world."

"Not as far as you're concerned, Amanda. I wish you couldn't think about any guy but me, and you believe I'm the hottest thing you've ever seen or ever will. Even better, I wish you can't orgasm, except you have huge orgasms whenever you taste my cum."

Amanda bent over a in shock. Dirty images of Craig filled her head, turning her on even more. She thought she could stand it, but after a minute she cracked. "Unh, Dammit Craig! Fine! Let's go, I need your cock in me right now!" She took a step towards him, wobbling as her legs went weak from the stress of her passion.

"Stop!" said Craig, "Don't take another step or I'll turn you into a frog so ugly the other frogs won't even fuck you!"

Amanda stopped, shaking as she did. "What? Oh, come on!"

Craig grinned evilly. "Nah. I think Brandy here is all I need. She's pretty pathetic, but she's not as pathetic as you." Craig looked down at Brandy, who smiled back up at him as she bobbed her head.

Amanda began to cry. "Oh God! Please, baby, just let me get a good fuck! I need it really bad, honey! Just fuck me, PLEASE!!"

"Wow, you sound pretty frazzled, Amanda." Craig smiled and pumped his hips back and forth, fucking Brandy's mouth.

Amanda closed her eyes in frustration, unable to believe how much she wanted Craig. She wanted to fuck him, to ride him hard like she'd done with so many other man, but she especially wanted to suck his cock dry and relieve her overpowering urges. "Yes, I'm frazzled, you asshole! All I want is you, and I can't stand it! I can't think of anything but you!"

Craig shook his head. "That's too bad, Amanda. It's too bad you can't think about anything else. I'll help you out. I wish that you adored me so much that me getting what I want was much more important to you than anything else in the world."

Amanda looked at Craig again, but this time he seemed different. She still wanted him, but more importantly, she wanted to please him. She looked down at Brandy jealously. She wanted to get him off herself.

"Ooooh, Craig," cooed Amanda, "Please let me suck your cock, too? Please let me serve you by sucking on your cock, I reeeaaallly want to!"

Craig put his hand on his chin, making a big show of thinking about it. "Hmmm. Why should your wants matter, Amanda?"

"Oh, they don't! The only thing that maters is making you happy. God, I want to fuck you so badly, I just want to make you cum so much!"

Craig shook his head. "Sorry, Amanda, but I don't think you deserve to do that right now. Instead, how about you do a little striptease for me while Brandy finishes with my blowjob? And then you can frig your pussy until you're good and wet."

Amanda started to sway her body, elated that she had a way to amuse Craig. She ran her hands around her ass, then pushed out her big breasts. She hoped that he'd like the show.

"That's pretty terrible, Amanda. Much worse than this amateur blowjob I'm getting from your little friend, here. I wish that you were a great stripper, really trashy."

Amanda's movements became more fluid. She smiled and winked, flirting with Craig as she pulled off her tiny bra and her breasts fell free. She threw the bra over the edge of the balcony and started squeezing her huge tits, working them all around for Craig. He seemed to like that, so she bent over in front of him, letting him see them dangling straight down. From that position she pulled her panties off. They went over the edge, too.

Craig grabbed Brandy's hair on either side of her head. The blowjob had gone a long time and he wanted to cum soon. He held her head tight to make sure she didn't pull off to talk again.

Amanda rolled a finger over her pussy. Remembering the second part of Craig's instructions, she lowered herself to her knees and put a finger all the way in. She moved it in and out, trying to get herself wet for whatever Craig wanted to do. She knew she couldn't cum until she tasted his wonderful jism, but she still worked herself into a frenzy to please him.

Craig smiled wickedly at Amanda as she rubbed herself, then he looked back down at Brandy. "Hmmm, you do a pretty pathetic blowjob, Brandy, but I think I'll get off from this. Amanda, how are you doing over there?"

She nodded desperately. "Great, baby, I love fingering myself for you, you're so incredibly hot!"

Craig grinned, straining to hold back. "Good, then stop right now and stick your chest out for me."

Amanda stopped immediately and did as she was told. Craig pulled out of Brandy's mouth and stepped in front of Amanda. He came on her chest, waving the cock back and forth to cover as much of her as he could. Grunting, he spurted several times, covering the unsatisfied girl's breasts. When he finished she pushed the heavy breasts up towards her mouth, wanting to taste his delicious cum.

"Stop! Sorry, baby, no cum tasting today. Brandy, lick it up. Don't miss a drop."

Amanda watched as the blonde girl licked her large breasts. It took several minutes; Brandy ran her tongue over Amanda's nipples several times more than necessary, eliciting a little moan every time. The stimulation drove Amanda crazy. A part of her desperately wanted Brandy to miss a spot so that she could suck it up, but that was overpowered by the much bigger part of her that wanted Brandy to get every bit of it because that was what Craig wanted.

By the time Amanda's breasts were clean Craig had caught his breath. He smiled at the girls. "Well, this is great, but there's something I've got to do. I'll get back to you two later."

Craig made a quick wish and disappeared. The two girls sat on the balcony, hoping their lover would return soon. Amanda went back to working her pussy while they waited. She fantisized for hours about sucking on Craig's cock. Eventually she passed out from exhaustion, incredibly horny but also blissfully happy.

Chapter 10: The School Library

Chastity tapped her fingers in boredom behind the library desk. It was strange for the the library to be empty during lunch period. It helped, however, since all the school librarians were out sick today, leaving her as the only student librarian on duty.

Chastity stopped, wondering when she had become a student librarian. She knew for a fact that she was one, but she didn't remember signing up for it, or even walking into the library today. She looked down at herself and wondered when she'd bought all these clothes, too. They were all grey and kind of stuffy. Well, stuffy except for how tight they were. Her skirt went all the way to her ankles, but it hugged her legs and showed off her curves as well as her tightest jeans. Even the grey sweater and the dress shirt underneath fit snug. Then she noticed that she had glasses on, which she never wore. This made no sense at all.

The curiosity suddenly disappeared. Serenity filled Chastity, and she decided that this was how things were supposed to be.

Craig walked into the library. Chastity felt a heat between her legs. Lewd images of things she wanted to do to him popped into her head, embarrassing her. She looked down at the ground to hide her blushing.

"Hey Chas," said Craig. "Looks like this place is pretty empty today."

"Yeah," said Chastity without looking up. "Looks like we're all alone!" Chastity put her hand over her mouth, desperately wishing she could take back the suggestive comment. Thoughts of Craig throwing her to the floor sprang up, but she fought to remain calm.

Craig smiled comfortingly. "Don't worry about it, Chas. You know, there's something I've wanted to tell you for a long time."

"Oh?" she said. She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to hide inside them.

"Yeah, Chas. I didn't feel like I could tell you before, but I can't think of a reason not to anymore. I think you're beautiful. I think you're absolutely gorgeous, and really smart and nice, and I'd like to be with you."

Chastity looked up, amazed and elated. "Really?! You really mean it?!"

Craig walked around the big desk and pulled Chastity's hands away from her sides. He held them lightly as he spoke. "Oh, yes. I've thought about you for a long time, and I'm going to make both of us really happy right now."

Chastity couldn't stop herself, she wrapped her arms around Craig and kissed him deeply. Their tongues probed each other's mouths. Craig began working his kisses down the side of her face, then kissed her neck for several minutes. Ecstasy washed over Chastity, every place Craig touched her felt like he had lit it on fire.

Craig's hands went down to her ass and she grabbed his in response. She loved the feel of him, but his hands on her ass felt even better. He squeezed, making her moan slightly. The sensations caused more lewd images to fill her mind, and Chastity decided it was time to start living her fantasies.

She pushed him away gently, pulled her glasses off, and flung them across the room like in a movie. She reached behind her head and undid the tight bun holding her hair back. Shaking her long brown hair free made her feel incredibly sexy. She reached down to the bottom of her sweater and started to pull it up slowly.

"Wait," said Craig, stopping the girl. "I forgot something. I wish you had big, perfect breasts, even better than Amanda's. Wow, OK, now you can go ahead."

Chastity looked down. Her breasts were huge, much bigger than they used to be. That didn't seem odd, however. Like everything else about this moment, she just accepted it as the way things were supposed to be.

Chastity started pulling her gray sweater up again. She moved slowly, trying to tease Craig. She wanted him so badly, but she also wanted to really make an impression on him. She pulled the sweater over her head and threw it to the side, loving the huge smile on his face. Then she looked down and saw that he'd already pulled his cock out. She smiled wide when she saw how big it was.

The formerly shy librarian started to unbutton her tight blouse. In her head she thanked god that she hadn't worn a bra today. She wanted to move slowly to tantalise Craig, but she didn't think she could remain sane if she didn't touch him again soon. About a third of the way down, the shirt pulled apart enough to show the incredible cleavage in between. Craig gasped a little when he saw it. When two thirds of the buttons had been undone, her huge breasts popped out.

Craig leaped for them, grabbing her breasts and eagerly shoving one into his mouth. Chastity flung her head back at the wonderful sensation of his tongue rolling over her nipple. She breathed heavily as the first small orgasm hit her.

Craig kept sucking them for several minutes, fondling with his hands whichever one he wasn't currently sucking. He pulled back a little and looked at them. Chastity let him stare for a moment, then reached behind his head and pulled it forward into her breasts. They covered most of his face. She began moving his head around in her breasts, rubbing them so hard that she had another small orgasm from the sensation. Craig didn't resist at all, he even helped a little by sticking out his tongue and covering her breasts as best he could.

Eventually Craig pulled out of the breasts and took a step back. He looked at Chastity's beautiful face and asked, "Would you like me to fuck you, Chas?"

Chastity leaped forward and kissed him hard.

He kissed her back, then pulled her off and turned her around. He gently bent her over the library desk. Slowly, he reached down and began sliding the long skirt up. Chastity cooed lightly as he pushed the skirt up. His hands massaged her legs as he pushed it up until he could see her panties. They were tiny and white, delicate.

"Chas?" said Craig, "You look so hot in that outfit. I'm going to fuck you in your panties, all right?"

Chastity smiled and nodded. She loved the idea, but she couldn't think well enough to speak.

Craig pushed the white cloth covering her pussy to the side. Then he lifted his cock with one hand and lightly stroked Chastity's pussy with the other. She felt so wet, and he loved how even a light touch made her wiggle and moan. As gently as he could, he pushed his cock inside of her, eliciting a little 'eep' noise from the gorgeous girl.

Craig steadied himself by putting one hand on the desk. He wrapped the other hand around Chastity, slipped it into her hanging shirt and grabbed one of her huge, perfect breasts.

Chastity gasped, his hands felt wonderful. She wanted to yell for him to rub her breasts harder, but she couldn't make herself do more than whimper.

Craig pumped harder while still pulling on the breast. He adjusted his grip, rubbing his hand around it and covering the nipple with his palm.

"Chas?" said Craig, "you're awfully quiet. Are you enjoying this?"

Chastity looked back, trying to concentrate enough to talk. "Yes! I just, the words..."

Chastity saw a little smile form at the corner of Craig's mouth. Without slowing his rhythm he said, "I wish we were doing this in the locker room and you were an enthusiastic cheerleader now instead of a shy librarian."

"Fuck me, Craig!" screamed Chastity, "fuck me, fuck me FUCK ME!" She looked forward again. The empty locker room seemed perfect for their hot, sweaty activity. The bench she was bent over was a slightly more comfortable height than the library desk had been. She looked down and saw the top of her cheerleading uniform pulled up over her breasts. Craig's hand rubbed back and forth across them, sending shivers through her. Best of all, she could see her tiny cheerleading skirt flipped up out of the way of Craig screwing her madly.

A massive orgasm shook Chastity and she screamed, not caring if anyone outside the locker room could hear them. As it finished she realised that she still wanted more, she desperately needed more. She couldn't believe how long Craig was lasting, but she thanked everything she knew that he hadn't stopped yet.

"Oh God oh God OH GOD!!! I can't believe how big you feel! You're covering every inch of my pussy! Oh God, fuck me, Craig! Fuck me as hard as you can and don't ever stop!"

Craig smiled again and increased his pace. "Well, I'll have to stop sometime, but I promise that I won't ever go long before I start fucking you again!"

Craig squeezed her breasts as he pounded the brown haired girl furiously. "I wish your weren't just a cheerleader, but the head cheerleader, and all the guys in the school were jealous of me for getting to fuck you and the other girls all the time."

Chastity steadied herself on the bench. "Yeah, keep going, Craig! Just like that, and keep rubbing my breasts, but harder, that feels soooo good!"

Craig did as she asked, fucking her hard as he groped her tits. After another minute Craig said, "Are you ready?" Chastity nodded and he came.

Chastity came with him as she felt the warm liquid enter her. The orgasm flowed through her as Craig's cum trickled out of her pussy. Chastity pushed herself up and down, rubbing herself on his cock to get a last little bit of sensation.

Finally spent, the two of them collapsed onto the floor. Chastity felt too tired to even pull her shirt back down. She rolled over on top of her lover.

"Wow, Craig, that was incredible. I can't believe how good that felt." She paused for a moment. "Hey, did you mean what you said earlier? I mean the part about liking me because I'm really smart?"

"Oh yeah," said Craig. "I mean, you're incredibly gorgeous, but I love your personality and everything else, too."

"That's great, Craig, you're so sweet." She laid her head on his chest and rested. Then she looked back up at him. "But you still want more sex, right?"

Craig nodded like a happy puppy.