My Mistake with Amy - The Sequel By The Rook Copyright 1998
In part one, a prankster husband pulls a trick on his prudish wife. But he learns quickly that it is he who is made a fool of. Uncomfortable with his wife's newly found sexuality, he tries desperately to bring her back down to earth - or more appropriatly, out of the gutter! This is a story about sex and a woman's desire for it. It is about all those tight, wet places she has in her body and a primal need to have something hard, throbbing, and blood filled to put in those places. Now we'll learn if his wife will choose between six years of marriage or nine inches of flesh.
THE SEQUEL ----------
I was still stunned. Over and over again I watched that video of Amy being gang fucked by those eight men. I never seen Amy like that before. She looked so aggressive, yet so submissive. When she didn't have a cock inside her she was demanding it. And when she did have one pushing inside of her she whined in pleasure. I never imagined Amy so excited over cock. Other men's cock. I didn't know if I was jealous or in awe. These men were bringing their hard-ons to Amy and putting it in any willing hole.
What have I done?
Oh, Amy! There I had to rewind again and hear her gasp.
"More! Fuck me! Do it. Fuck that pussy!" And then she would groan like a mad woman.
I rewound the tape.
"More! Fuck me! Do it. Fuck that pussy!"
Then one of her 'studs' walked up with his HUGE cock in his hands. "You fucking slut! Open that stupid mouth of yours and suck my cock!" Then a slurp. "MMmmppphh!"
I rewind again ...
"More! Fuck me! Do it. Fuck that pussy!" "You fucking slut! Open that stupid mouth of yours and suck my cock!" Then a slurp. "MMmmppphh!"
The camerawoman spoke, "That's it you hot bitch! Take those cocks. That's all you're good for! If you don't get them to cum I'll bring in more men to FUCK you!"
Then I pressed "stop" on the VCR remote. I then sat in the dark thinking about the phone call I had to the Easy Escort Services. I had spoke to "Joy" from the agency and quickly told me that she was 'very popular'. But I told her that I was her husband. She responded with a coy "Oh." Joy then told me that Amy was expecting me to call and gave Joy directions to give me.
"Amy is busy with clients right now. But she wants you to stay home and wait for a messenger late at night. I will tell her that you called. She will be pleased. Goodbye."
With that there was a quick click and hangup.
THE NEW VIDEO -------------
I fell asleep in my living room chair with an empty glass which once held my fourth scotch and water. But in the middle of the night, a bit past midnight, there was ring from my front door. I scrambled to the foyer and opened my door and found no one there. But I noticed a package on the floor. I bent down and picked it up and read the note. It was in my wife's hand writing.
"Darling, I'm glad your opening your mind to my newly found life. I will not explain or justify myself since it is not necessary. But I want you to completely understand who I am now. I'm not asking you to enjoy this video. But I want you to accept it. I plan to come home tommorow morning after I'm 'finished'. If you accept my need, place two hundred dollars on the kitchen table and I will come to bed and I will fuck you. Don't expect lovemaking. If you want more pussy you will have to pay another two-hundred dollars. If you are uncomfortable, then I want you out of the house and I'll turn our bedroom into an office and make our bed into my desk. Understand?
Hugs and kisses, Amy"
I pulled out the tape and placed it in the VCR. The snow on the television disappeared and the show began.
Amy was on a carpeted floor, naked, with one knee raised and the other leg resting across the floor. She was smiling while brushing her hair back exposing her fine breasts to the camera. Then I heard the camerawoman's voice.
"What are you thinking about, Amy?"
"Mmmmn. I'm thinking about fucking." Amy giggled.
"Are you thinking about cock again?"
"Oh yes! My pussy is getting so wet." Then Amy parted her legs and pressed her fingers into her juicy pussy. "My snatch is so hungry for dick."
"You're a slut, Amy. Don't you know that?" camerawoman asked.
Amy nodded, "Yes. I know. I can't stop thinking about something hard and confident pushing in my needy holes."
"And what holes are you thinking now that needs filling?"
Amy smiled, and rolled over on her knees, facing her ass to the camera. "Lately, I'm been thinking about this hole!" Then Amy spread her asshole apart.
"Oh that's a beautiful hole, Amy. That's a pretty asshole!"
Then I saw in the background a naked man approach her. Amy looked up and smiled at his hard dick.
"Here you go Amy. I think you need this. But what will you do for that cock?" camerawoman asked.
Without even a hello she grabbed that cock and pushed it deep into her mouth. The man gasped in primal pleasure while looking down on my wife as she bobbed her head back and forth.
"Oh, yes!" the man groaned, "She is so easy! Suck that cock."
"Go ahead and call her a slut! Go ahead she loves it" encouraged the camerawoman.
"Suck my cock, slut! Oh you cheap slut! I'm going to fuck you!"
I didn't want to watch anymore but I couldn't stop the tape. I wanted Amy back. I'd do anything. I turned my head back to the TV. The stud and placed Amy on her elbows and knees and shoved his cock into her pussy. Amy arched her back, winced, then moaned.
"Oooohh, yeeeaaah! Fuck me with that strange cock! Make me feel like the slut that I am!"
The man laughed. The camerawoman giggled. I pressed "FF" on the remote - after a minute I saw Amy rolled on her back.
I pressed "PLAY"
"Oh do me!" Amy yelled.
"You're a cheap, nasty slut!" her stud yelled.
"You paid for a whore.' said the camerawoman, "You got a whore!"
I pressed "FF".
And the man fucked. And fucked. I kept pressing the fast-forward button harder and harder. When will he be done? I pressed "PLAY" again.
"I LOVE COCK! I LOVE COCK!" Amy screamed.
I had to fast-forward again.
I saw her lover pull out. Maybe it's over now. I hit "PLAY" once more. Amy rolled back to her knees and slapped her ass. "Now fuck my ass!" Her lover grunted and pushed his cock into her. With a grunt he was ass-fucking. "You're a bad girl, Amy!" camerawoman said. "Bad girls get fucked in the ass!"
He grunted and grunted. Amy's body convulsed in a violent orgasm.
"Yes! Yes! Oh FUCK, I'm cumming."
"That's it whore, cum like a bitch in heat!" the camerawoman cheered.
Then her ass fucker pulled out and came over her ass. It was finally over!
"I need this slut! Four, five times a week! I got the money!" the man demanded.
The camerawoman answered, "You can do anything you want with her."
"I've got friends. Does she do gang-bangs?"
Amy laughed, and the camerawoman spoke once more, "You bet your hard cock she does. We encourage gang fucks. There's great discounts with this slut. Pay for three get five more FREE!" "Whore, I'm going to stretch your pussy wide open!" he said. Then the video went black.
I placed two hundred dollars on the table and went to sleep.
MORNING WITH AMY ----------------
Early next morning I was still buzzed over the video and the scotch. I was in the daze when I heard someone approach the bedroom. Though I figure it was Amy I was hoping all this was just some bizzare dream. I was so tired, I didn't even notice Amy tossing the covers aside and climbed atop of me wearing nothing but a g-string. I opened my eyes and greeted my wife's stare.
"Hello sweetie. I see you left your two-hundred like I asked you."
I nodded my head noticing that her hair was all messed up. Her face had white sticky smudges and she smelled like love juices. Or perhaps, fuck juices.
"Did you enjoy the video." she asked as she reached down and grabbed my hardening cock. "I see that you did. Good." Then she looked up at me and smiled.
"Do I look like a whore?" she asked and I nodded my head.
"Do I smell like a whore?" she asked and I nodded.
"Do I talk like a whore?" she asked and I nodded.
"Good, now I'm going to act like one right now." then she moved down my stomach and pulled my cock out of my boxers. I looked down and watched Amy lower her head and engulf my cock. I could not believe what I was feeling!
"Oh, yeah!" I gasped. Amy responded only with her slurping. Up and down she went on me. I placed my hands on top of her head and guided her down further. She then plopped my dick out, "Getting your money's worth? Huh?"
I could only nod my head.
"Get ready honey, now you're getting some pussy!"
She then stood on her knees and straddled me with her back turned to me. Next, she grabbed my hard, pulsating cock and squated on her feet. I looked down and looked at my purple cockhead, swollen with anticipation as she lowered her sweet, swollen pussy on top of it. And with one thrust, she pushed me up inside her. I reached down and grabbed her hips and helped her stuff her snatch in and out.
"That's it baby!" she said to me. "Use that pussy for all it's worth."
All I could do is grunt. I wanted to cum. Bad.
"You want to cum, baby?" she asked.
"Understand that I'm a slut? Yeah?" she asked some more.
All I could do is say, "YES! Anything just fuck that cock!"
And Amy laughed. Her dominance had taken me over.
Seeing my cock disappear in her juicy, dripping snatch was getting too much for me. In a quick moment and shot my semen deep inside her whore snatch. I was now no different than the other many men who had before me.
I just fucked my first whore. And it was Amy.
Amy pushed herself off of me and slapped her ass for me. Without looking back she walked over to the phone and dialed.
"It's me." she said into the phone.
"Yes, I fucked him."
"Two Hundred."
"He understands now."
"Goodbye."
Amy hung up and smiled at me, "That's my pimp. He's comming over to pick up the money.
"He is?" I asked.
"Yep, he takes of the money for me. You don't think just because you're my husband that you'll see any of it?"
I could only stammer without giving her any answer.
"He makes sure that I get business. In return I give him some money. Most of it in fact. And I give him my pussy. Not because I have to but because I want to. He's a fantastic fuck stud."
I couldn't believe how she was talking. This was my wife! She fucks for money and doesn't even keep most of it! I wanted to tell her about my joke. But somehow I thought this wasn't the time. Amy stood and went to the shower. I rolled over desperate to do something. Then I saw a picture of her sister, Amanda, with Amanda's ******** Jill. Amanda was Amy's older sister and that much more frigid before her conversion.
Amanda was very uptight, raising her teenage ******** alone after her divorce a year ago. And I knew that Amanda had joined a sect, preaching celibacy soon after her divorce. She was terribly worried about her ******** and wanted to prove to her the virtues of chastity. I remembered once she tried to convince Amy and I to join, more or less to show Jill how wonderful a life can be without sex. I admit Amanda was somewhat of a cook, going through mental turmoil because of the divorce. But I was beginning to think that if anybody can bring Amy back from the slut trash she is, Amanda could.
Ten minutes flew past when Amy stepped out of the shower. Without looking at her I jumped in the bathroom myself mumbling to my wife that I wanted to clean up before I went to work. Afterall, I didn't want to wait around for Amy's pimp to show up. I thought in the shower how I was going to break the news to Amanda. And how I was going to ask for her help.
I quickly dressed, and dashed to work. I didn't bother to say goodbye to Amy who was on the phone talking to the agency.
"Yes, I can do two gang-fucks back to back. Sure." I overheard.
"Eighteenth birthday party. Sure I'll do that too." I heard before I closed the door behind me.
When I drove off in the car, I said to myself, "Screw it!" I was going to call in sick and see Amanda in person.
PLEADING WITH AMY'S SISTER --------------------------
It was a painful hour as I described every detail to Amanda. With Jill off to school, I felt comfortable telling her out in the open. And with Amanda's celibicy, she seemed to give a calm, warm, and understanding feeling.
When I was finished, Amanda took me in her arms, "I'm so sorry. Sex is evil. Makes no difference if it's between to teenage lovers, or spouses." Then see looked up at me, "You understand now that sex is wrong. It makes us do things that we not normally do. It's dirty, filthy, messy, sticky, yuck!"
I really didn't want a lecture from her. But she didn't stop.
"Why should we get naked, participate oral sex only before we crawl into a deviant position so we can organize one sex organ to push inside another?"
"And all those fluids! Semen all over our bodies and hair. It leaves stains." she continued.
"I still love, Amy." I told her.
Then she calmed down, "I know you do. But I think part of your love is of that little sex session you had with her this morning. You have to love her, and not her vagina."
I responded with a sigh.
"If I can settle her down, convince her for a life of celibacy, will you and Amy join our sect with me and Jill?"
I paused.
"I don't want Jill to sucumb to a world of sex filled with selfish, perverted acts. I want her to go to college and become a woman. I want her to succeed because of her deeds, not because she lets men 'put it to her'. Her precious vagina needs to be kept fresh and innocent, until she understands that a man's organ is just that. That it's only an ugly, pulsating appendage which brings no pleasure."
I reluctantly agreed. Afterall, I was confident that Amy and I could always 'leave' the sect quietly.
"Good." she said, "Jill staying late at the library, I'll give her a call and ask her to come over tonight. Then, I'll have a talk with her."
For the first time in days, I felt relieved.
"And remember," she warned me, "No more sex! And no more filthy pranks!"
I spent the rest of the day driving around and sitting in the park. Then I went home to an empty house. But I did notice five or six empty condom wrappers on the living room floor. Apperantly, Amy had worked here. Had Amanda called? Is Amy there now? I made myself my first scotch and water for the night and sat in my chair.
"Ringgggg! Ringgggg!" the phone it was the phone.
Then I noticed it was morning! I fell asleep in my chair again.
I ran over and grabbed the phone. Deep inside I was hoping it was Amy or Amanda.
"Hi! It's Jill." It was my niece.
"What is it, honey?"
"It's Mom. She hasn't been here all night. Her car's still here. Is she over there?"
I was confused for a minute. Maybe she got lucky that night and ....
Oh, I forgot. Sex is evil.
"No, Jill. I don't know where she is. I'll ask aunt Amy to help find her. Don't worry, I'm sure she's okay."
After comforting Jill, I went and opened the front door. Amy's car was still gone.
Then I looked down.
There was a package. Another video tape.
I about swallowed my tounge when I bent to pick it up. I grabbed it and immediately placed it in the VCR.
I turned on the TV to snow.
I grabbed the remote.
I pressed "PLAY".
The snow disappeared. The screen faded to black.
The show was about to begin...
To be continued? You decide.
In part one, a prankster husband pulls a trick on his prudish wife. But he learns quickly that it is he who is made a fool of. Uncomfortable with his wife's newly found sexuality, he tries desperately to bring her back down to earth - or more appropriatly, out of the gutter! This is a story about sex and a woman's desire for it. It is about all those tight, wet places she has in her body and a primal need to have something hard, throbbing, and blood filled to put in those places. Now we'll learn if his wife will choose between six years of marriage or nine inches of flesh.
THE SEQUEL ----------
I was still stunned. Over and over again I watched that video of Amy being gang fucked by those eight men. I never seen Amy like that before. She looked so aggressive, yet so submissive. When she didn't have a cock inside her she was demanding it. And when she did have one pushing inside of her she whined in pleasure. I never imagined Amy so excited over cock. Other men's cock. I didn't know if I was jealous or in awe. These men were bringing their hard-ons to Amy and putting it in any willing hole.
What have I done?
Oh, Amy! There I had to rewind again and hear her gasp.
"More! Fuck me! Do it. Fuck that pussy!" And then she would groan like a mad woman.
I rewound the tape.
"More! Fuck me! Do it. Fuck that pussy!"
Then one of her 'studs' walked up with his HUGE cock in his hands. "You fucking slut! Open that stupid mouth of yours and suck my cock!" Then a slurp. "MMmmppphh!"
I rewind again ...
"More! Fuck me! Do it. Fuck that pussy!" "You fucking slut! Open that stupid mouth of yours and suck my cock!" Then a slurp. "MMmmppphh!"
The camerawoman spoke, "That's it you hot bitch! Take those cocks. That's all you're good for! If you don't get them to cum I'll bring in more men to FUCK you!"
Then I pressed "stop" on the VCR remote. I then sat in the dark thinking about the phone call I had to the Easy Escort Services. I had spoke to "Joy" from the agency and quickly told me that she was 'very popular'. But I told her that I was her husband. She responded with a coy "Oh." Joy then told me that Amy was expecting me to call and gave Joy directions to give me.
"Amy is busy with clients right now. But she wants you to stay home and wait for a messenger late at night. I will tell her that you called. She will be pleased. Goodbye."
With that there was a quick click and hangup.
THE NEW VIDEO -------------
I fell asleep in my living room chair with an empty glass which once held my fourth scotch and water. But in the middle of the night, a bit past midnight, there was ring from my front door. I scrambled to the foyer and opened my door and found no one there. But I noticed a package on the floor. I bent down and picked it up and read the note. It was in my wife's hand writing.
"Darling, I'm glad your opening your mind to my newly found life. I will not explain or justify myself since it is not necessary. But I want you to completely understand who I am now. I'm not asking you to enjoy this video. But I want you to accept it. I plan to come home tommorow morning after I'm 'finished'. If you accept my need, place two hundred dollars on the kitchen table and I will come to bed and I will fuck you. Don't expect lovemaking. If you want more pussy you will have to pay another two-hundred dollars. If you are uncomfortable, then I want you out of the house and I'll turn our bedroom into an office and make our bed into my desk. Understand?
Hugs and kisses, Amy"
I pulled out the tape and placed it in the VCR. The snow on the television disappeared and the show began.
Amy was on a carpeted floor, naked, with one knee raised and the other leg resting across the floor. She was smiling while brushing her hair back exposing her fine breasts to the camera. Then I heard the camerawoman's voice.
"What are you thinking about, Amy?"
"Mmmmn. I'm thinking about fucking." Amy giggled.
"Are you thinking about cock again?"
"Oh yes! My pussy is getting so wet." Then Amy parted her legs and pressed her fingers into her juicy pussy. "My snatch is so hungry for dick."
"You're a slut, Amy. Don't you know that?" camerawoman asked.
Amy nodded, "Yes. I know. I can't stop thinking about something hard and confident pushing in my needy holes."
"And what holes are you thinking now that needs filling?"
Amy smiled, and rolled over on her knees, facing her ass to the camera. "Lately, I'm been thinking about this hole!" Then Amy spread her asshole apart.
"Oh that's a beautiful hole, Amy. That's a pretty asshole!"
Then I saw in the background a naked man approach her. Amy looked up and smiled at his hard dick.
"Here you go Amy. I think you need this. But what will you do for that cock?" camerawoman asked.
Without even a hello she grabbed that cock and pushed it deep into her mouth. The man gasped in primal pleasure while looking down on my wife as she bobbed her head back and forth.
"Oh, yes!" the man groaned, "She is so easy! Suck that cock."
"Go ahead and call her a slut! Go ahead she loves it" encouraged the camerawoman.
"Suck my cock, slut! Oh you cheap slut! I'm going to fuck you!"
I didn't want to watch anymore but I couldn't stop the tape. I wanted Amy back. I'd do anything. I turned my head back to the TV. The stud and placed Amy on her elbows and knees and shoved his cock into her pussy. Amy arched her back, winced, then moaned.
"Oooohh, yeeeaaah! Fuck me with that strange cock! Make me feel like the slut that I am!"
The man laughed. The camerawoman giggled. I pressed "FF" on the remote - after a minute I saw Amy rolled on her back.
I pressed "PLAY"
"Oh do me!" Amy yelled.
"You're a cheap, nasty slut!" her stud yelled.
"You paid for a whore.' said the camerawoman, "You got a whore!"
I pressed "FF".
And the man fucked. And fucked. I kept pressing the fast-forward button harder and harder. When will he be done? I pressed "PLAY" again.
"I LOVE COCK! I LOVE COCK!" Amy screamed.
I had to fast-forward again.
I saw her lover pull out. Maybe it's over now. I hit "PLAY" once more. Amy rolled back to her knees and slapped her ass. "Now fuck my ass!" Her lover grunted and pushed his cock into her. With a grunt he was ass-fucking. "You're a bad girl, Amy!" camerawoman said. "Bad girls get fucked in the ass!"
He grunted and grunted. Amy's body convulsed in a violent orgasm.
"Yes! Yes! Oh FUCK, I'm cumming."
"That's it whore, cum like a bitch in heat!" the camerawoman cheered.
Then her ass fucker pulled out and came over her ass. It was finally over!
"I need this slut! Four, five times a week! I got the money!" the man demanded.
The camerawoman answered, "You can do anything you want with her."
"I've got friends. Does she do gang-bangs?"
Amy laughed, and the camerawoman spoke once more, "You bet your hard cock she does. We encourage gang fucks. There's great discounts with this slut. Pay for three get five more FREE!" "Whore, I'm going to stretch your pussy wide open!" he said. Then the video went black.
I placed two hundred dollars on the table and went to sleep.
MORNING WITH AMY ----------------
Early next morning I was still buzzed over the video and the scotch. I was in the daze when I heard someone approach the bedroom. Though I figure it was Amy I was hoping all this was just some bizzare dream. I was so tired, I didn't even notice Amy tossing the covers aside and climbed atop of me wearing nothing but a g-string. I opened my eyes and greeted my wife's stare.
"Hello sweetie. I see you left your two-hundred like I asked you."
I nodded my head noticing that her hair was all messed up. Her face had white sticky smudges and she smelled like love juices. Or perhaps, fuck juices.
"Did you enjoy the video." she asked as she reached down and grabbed my hardening cock. "I see that you did. Good." Then she looked up at me and smiled.
"Do I look like a whore?" she asked and I nodded my head.
"Do I smell like a whore?" she asked and I nodded.
"Do I talk like a whore?" she asked and I nodded.
"Good, now I'm going to act like one right now." then she moved down my stomach and pulled my cock out of my boxers. I looked down and watched Amy lower her head and engulf my cock. I could not believe what I was feeling!
"Oh, yeah!" I gasped. Amy responded only with her slurping. Up and down she went on me. I placed my hands on top of her head and guided her down further. She then plopped my dick out, "Getting your money's worth? Huh?"
I could only nod my head.
"Get ready honey, now you're getting some pussy!"
She then stood on her knees and straddled me with her back turned to me. Next, she grabbed my hard, pulsating cock and squated on her feet. I looked down and looked at my purple cockhead, swollen with anticipation as she lowered her sweet, swollen pussy on top of it. And with one thrust, she pushed me up inside her. I reached down and grabbed her hips and helped her stuff her snatch in and out.
"That's it baby!" she said to me. "Use that pussy for all it's worth."
All I could do is grunt. I wanted to cum. Bad.
"You want to cum, baby?" she asked.
"Understand that I'm a slut? Yeah?" she asked some more.
All I could do is say, "YES! Anything just fuck that cock!"
And Amy laughed. Her dominance had taken me over.
Seeing my cock disappear in her juicy, dripping snatch was getting too much for me. In a quick moment and shot my semen deep inside her whore snatch. I was now no different than the other many men who had before me.
I just fucked my first whore. And it was Amy.
Amy pushed herself off of me and slapped her ass for me. Without looking back she walked over to the phone and dialed.
"It's me." she said into the phone.
"Yes, I fucked him."
"Two Hundred."
"He understands now."
"Goodbye."
Amy hung up and smiled at me, "That's my pimp. He's comming over to pick up the money.
"He is?" I asked.
"Yep, he takes of the money for me. You don't think just because you're my husband that you'll see any of it?"
I could only stammer without giving her any answer.
"He makes sure that I get business. In return I give him some money. Most of it in fact. And I give him my pussy. Not because I have to but because I want to. He's a fantastic fuck stud."
I couldn't believe how she was talking. This was my wife! She fucks for money and doesn't even keep most of it! I wanted to tell her about my joke. But somehow I thought this wasn't the time. Amy stood and went to the shower. I rolled over desperate to do something. Then I saw a picture of her sister, Amanda, with Amanda's ******** Jill. Amanda was Amy's older sister and that much more frigid before her conversion.
Amanda was very uptight, raising her teenage ******** alone after her divorce a year ago. And I knew that Amanda had joined a sect, preaching celibacy soon after her divorce. She was terribly worried about her ******** and wanted to prove to her the virtues of chastity. I remembered once she tried to convince Amy and I to join, more or less to show Jill how wonderful a life can be without sex. I admit Amanda was somewhat of a cook, going through mental turmoil because of the divorce. But I was beginning to think that if anybody can bring Amy back from the slut trash she is, Amanda could.
Ten minutes flew past when Amy stepped out of the shower. Without looking at her I jumped in the bathroom myself mumbling to my wife that I wanted to clean up before I went to work. Afterall, I didn't want to wait around for Amy's pimp to show up. I thought in the shower how I was going to break the news to Amanda. And how I was going to ask for her help.
I quickly dressed, and dashed to work. I didn't bother to say goodbye to Amy who was on the phone talking to the agency.
"Yes, I can do two gang-fucks back to back. Sure." I overheard.
"Eighteenth birthday party. Sure I'll do that too." I heard before I closed the door behind me.
When I drove off in the car, I said to myself, "Screw it!" I was going to call in sick and see Amanda in person.
PLEADING WITH AMY'S SISTER --------------------------
It was a painful hour as I described every detail to Amanda. With Jill off to school, I felt comfortable telling her out in the open. And with Amanda's celibicy, she seemed to give a calm, warm, and understanding feeling.
When I was finished, Amanda took me in her arms, "I'm so sorry. Sex is evil. Makes no difference if it's between to teenage lovers, or spouses." Then see looked up at me, "You understand now that sex is wrong. It makes us do things that we not normally do. It's dirty, filthy, messy, sticky, yuck!"
I really didn't want a lecture from her. But she didn't stop.
"Why should we get naked, participate oral sex only before we crawl into a deviant position so we can organize one sex organ to push inside another?"
"And all those fluids! Semen all over our bodies and hair. It leaves stains." she continued.
"I still love, Amy." I told her.
Then she calmed down, "I know you do. But I think part of your love is of that little sex session you had with her this morning. You have to love her, and not her vagina."
I responded with a sigh.
"If I can settle her down, convince her for a life of celibacy, will you and Amy join our sect with me and Jill?"
I paused.
"I don't want Jill to sucumb to a world of sex filled with selfish, perverted acts. I want her to go to college and become a woman. I want her to succeed because of her deeds, not because she lets men 'put it to her'. Her precious vagina needs to be kept fresh and innocent, until she understands that a man's organ is just that. That it's only an ugly, pulsating appendage which brings no pleasure."
I reluctantly agreed. Afterall, I was confident that Amy and I could always 'leave' the sect quietly.
"Good." she said, "Jill staying late at the library, I'll give her a call and ask her to come over tonight. Then, I'll have a talk with her."
For the first time in days, I felt relieved.
"And remember," she warned me, "No more sex! And no more filthy pranks!"
I spent the rest of the day driving around and sitting in the park. Then I went home to an empty house. But I did notice five or six empty condom wrappers on the living room floor. Apperantly, Amy had worked here. Had Amanda called? Is Amy there now? I made myself my first scotch and water for the night and sat in my chair.
"Ringgggg! Ringgggg!" the phone it was the phone.
Then I noticed it was morning! I fell asleep in my chair again.
I ran over and grabbed the phone. Deep inside I was hoping it was Amy or Amanda.
"Hi! It's Jill." It was my niece.
"What is it, honey?"
"It's Mom. She hasn't been here all night. Her car's still here. Is she over there?"
I was confused for a minute. Maybe she got lucky that night and ....
Oh, I forgot. Sex is evil.
"No, Jill. I don't know where she is. I'll ask aunt Amy to help find her. Don't worry, I'm sure she's okay."
After comforting Jill, I went and opened the front door. Amy's car was still gone.
Then I looked down.
There was a package. Another video tape.
I about swallowed my tounge when I bent to pick it up. I grabbed it and immediately placed it in the VCR.
I turned on the TV to snow.
I grabbed the remote.
I pressed "PLAY".
The snow disappeared. The screen faded to black.
The show was about to begin...
To be continued? You decide.
