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Mickey looked at the job card in his hand. "So, it's a two room set up yes? Which rooms exactly?"

The middle-aged lady nodded. "The lounge, just through there," she answered, pointing to the door across the hallway "and in my daughter's room, upstairs, first room on the right. I need to get to work but Amy is in her room and if you need anything just shout her. Do you need anything more from me?"

Mickey shook his head. "No, should be fine. Seems like a nice easy job to start the week" he smiled. He picked up his tool case and walked to the lounge. "By the time you get home, you'll have your great satellite TV up and running. Maybe even treat yourself to a nice bottle of wine and a movie tonight Mrs Renshaw."

"Great" she replied, smiling. "I've been meaning to get satellite for ages. Probably won't see much of Amy once she has it in her room but that might be a good thing!" She picked up her bag and keys and headed to the door. "Bye then."

Mickey nodded, waited until she had left then went into the lounge. He was in a good mood. This would be a simple install and he didn't have another appointment until nearly lunchtime so he'd have time to stop off at the nearby shopping centre and have a browse at the new sports shop. He started to unpack the equipment, laying out everything he needed in the methodical fashion he followed for such jobs. His mind wandered to the sports shop. His girlfriend hated the fact he was sports mad and she seemed determined to curtail his passion for football. Maybe a new team shirt would be a devious thing to buy, he grinned to himself.

He was 28, and had played football for over twenty years. Not professionally, or indeed even to a high amateur status, but he loved playing for his local team; the training, the games, the team spirit. Becky wasn't so keen though. He sighed, knowing in his heart that engagement probably wasn't that far off, marriage thereafter...god, even kids perhaps. He could see his football time diminishing before his eyes.

They had been together five years now. It had been fun, no question. But it was getting serious now. He sighed again; maybe this was just how things went.

"Oh well, on with the job" he muttered to himself. The door behind him opened and he turned to see a young girl smiling at him.

"Hey there" she said.

"Oh, hi," he replied, smiling out of politeness and also at the attractiveness of the girl. She was about 5'5" with long, auburn hair that fell over her shoulders. She was wearing jeans and a white tank top that showed off her slender bare arms. "You must be...ummm...Amy yeh?" he asked. She nodded. "So, you are getting satellite in your room huh? Lucky girl."

Amy grinned. "Yeh, been begging for it for, like, ages" she giggled.

Mickey smiled. "Well, I need to go outside now and put up the dish, then I'll do this room and then yours. Within an hour you'll have all the channels you'll ever need."

"Awesome," she replied, beaming a smile. "I'll be upstairs if you need anything."

Mickey nodded. Amy grinned, she bit her lip subtly, flashed him a smile then turned and left the room. He couldn't help but stare at her tight, firm bum, his mind instantly recalling that Becky used to have a bum like that. It was only then he saw the mirror on the other side of the hall and that Amy was grinning at his reflection. He blinked, realised he'd been caught, then quickly turned away to pick up his equipment bag, feeling sheepish and embarrassed.

It took him half an hour to connect the dish to the side of the house. The cabling went without a problem and within another fifteen minutes he'd set up the box in the lounge, tested it and satisfied himself all was working. He prided himself on his professionalism, and was pleased how neat the job was. He gathered his bag and started up the stairs. He wondered if the pretty girl would stay in the room while he connected it, and couldn't help smile at the prospect. Perk of the job he surmised.

He reached the landing, and stepped towards the first door on the right. It was closed, but he could hear music playing. His hands were full with his kit bag and the box for the room, so he pressed against the door, balanced the box on his knee and tapped the door. There was no response so he pushed down the handle and with his foot pushed the door open. "Hey there, it's me" he announced loudly, shifting to get the box back properly into his hands before stepping forward. As he looked up, his eyes widened and he felt his jaw drop in shock.

Amy had turned to face him, her hands covering her naked breasts. Mickey blinked. He saw the white tank top on the floor by his feet. Amy was a few metres beyond him, at the edge of her bed.

"Oh god, sorry" she exclaimed "I...I didn't hear you knock."

"I...I did" he protested, feeling his cheeks redden. "I...I didn't realise you were..." he nodded towards her.

She grinned. "Didn't realise I was getting changed?" she finished his sentence. She giggled. "Bad timing huh?"

Mickey nodded. He realised he was staring at her chest. Her breasts were small enough that her hands covered them, but it was clear they were firm and round. As he lowered his eyes, he took in her slim figure; her just visible rib cage, her tight midriff. He was just thankful she had her jeans on.

"I...I'm really sorry" he mumbled, shuffling his feet. "I'll give you a minute." He looked back at her and tried to compose himself. "I should have shouted or something" he added, forcing a smile to try and diffuse this very uncomfortable situation. He turned to leave the room, but in his hurry felt the box slipping from his grasp. He cursed as he lost his hold on it, clumsily tried to rescue it but proceeded in juggling it with one hand. He let his bag drop and then used his now free left hand to try and hold the box, but fumbled it and then found himself on his knees preventing the expensive box from crashing to the ground.

Amy laughed. " ok there?" she giggled. Mickey looked up at her from his knees, feeling his cheeks flush. "I...yes, yes I'm fine" he stuttered, astonished at how this situation was turning him into a fumbling, mumbling idiot. "I really shouldn't, ummm...try to carry so much," he added, in a tone that to his own ears sounded slightly pathetic.

Amy giggled again. "I'm sorry, you probably weren't expecting me to half undressed huh?"

Mickey looked at her. "Well, no, I certainly wasn't."

She grinned. "You must see all sorts, being in and out of people's houses though, huh?"

Mickey shrugged. "Well, I guess, but never young girls top on." He knew he must be blushing bright red.

Amy bit her lip. "Oh...just desperate housewives then?" she giggled. Mickey found himself chuckle. He realised he was shocked not just by the fact she was topless, albeit still covering herself with her hands, but that she seemed totally unfazed by the situation.

"Well, to be honest, not really" he replied.

Amy frowned. "Really? I'd have thought bored housewives would love having a fit bloke like you in their house," she said, matter-of-factly.

Mickey grinned. "Fit bloke? That's...ummm...very kind of you." He was shocked by her confidence. He realised he was still on his knees, so he started to raise himself up, holding the box in both hands. He smiled; after all, it was good to think that a teen girl still thought he was attractive. He wondered how he could subtly let Becky know he'd been complimented as such.

He rose to his full height, feeling himself start to relax. Amy was clearly unruffled by the situation, so why should he be? It had been an honest mistake, barging into her room. He would now just gather his things, wait until she was dressed then get on with the job, maybe banking the picture of Amy in his mind for a 'quiet' moment later, and of course be satisfied that he was regarded as 'fit.' He could feel his heart thumping, and a strange nervous twinge in his stomach, but he took a breath as he started to relax. What happened next shocked him to the core though.

Amy stretched out her arms, uncovering her firm 34B breasts. "Want me to take that box, save you from dropping it again?" she said.

Mickey's jaw dropped again. He couldn't help but stare at her naked breasts. " mean...fuck..." was all he could mutter. Amy grinned, her arms still outstretched.

Mickey shuffled his feet, hearing nothing but his heartbeat thumping. "Dont...dont you want...I mean, shouldn't know...c...cover yourself up?" he mumbled, averting his gaze.

"Oh, sorry," she replied, giggling. "Am I making you uncomfortable?" Mickey raised his eyes, concentrating hard on looking at her face, and her face only.

"Well...just...a little" he replied, fully aware he was feeling very uncomfortable. "Aren'" he asked, honestly shocked at how brazen she was being.

Amy shrugged "ummm...not really. You've seen a pair of tits before haven't you?"

Mickey gulped. "Well, of course, but not a...a young girl like you. Well, not since I was your age anyway."

She laughed. "You haven't seen a pair of tits since you were 18?" she quizzed.

Mickey blinked. "No, that's not what I meant" he retorted. "I mean, I've seen" he stuttered. "My girlfriends," he added meekly.

Amy giggled again. "You're not married then?"

Mickey shook his head. She seemed so cool, so confident. She still had her arms outstretched. Again, he found his gaze was on her breasts. He blinked again. Then inhaled sharply as Amy took a step forward and gently took the box from his hands. She held it at her midriff; her breasts still in plain view, less than a metre in front of him. "How old are you?" she asked.

Mickey took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure. "What? Oh, I'm 28," he replied.

Amy nodded. "And your girlfriend? How old is she?"

Mickey swallowed, though his mouth was bone dry. "Umm..she's 29. Why do you ask?"

Amy shrugged. "Has she got nice tits?"

Mickey frowned. "Well, I..I guess."

Amy furled her brow, looking at him inquisitively. "You guess?" she quizzed. "She either has or hasn't."

Mickey shook his head "OK, well, yes, she has great...ummmm..."

"Tits," Amy completed his sentence, emphasising the word. "Are they big?"

Mickey blinked again. His mind reeled. Was she really asking him about Becky's tits? He answered her honestly. "Well, yes, they are pretty big. Why, why do you ask?"

Amy shrugged again "No reason." She frowned. "I think mine are a bit small, don't you think?"

Mickey looked at her. She had a genuine expression on her face. He looked at her breasts. They were firm, with small aureolas and pert nipples. He felt himself inhale, then realised his cock was beginning to harden. He swallowed again.

" really...they look...ummmm fine." Amy frowned. "I mean, amazing...really, they look amazing." He took another deep breath.

Amy smiled, "awww thanks" she said cheerily, then turned and put the box down on her bed.

Mickey found himself looking at her pert bum as she bent over and he shifted uncomfortably as he felt his cock continue to stiffen. "How big are your girlfriends?" she continued, straightening up and turning back to face him. "What size are they?" She had such a genuinely inquisitive expression he couldn't help but answer honestly.

"Ummm, 36C" he answered, averting his gaze again.

"Big" she said "You like big tits then?"

Mickey felt his stomach tingle nervously at her questions. "Well...I suppose so" he answered "but..." he ran his hand through his hair, "look, I really need to get on with this job so..."

Amy looked at him, she bit her lip "So?"

Mickey cleared his throat. "So, maybe you know...cover up and I'll get on with installing your satellite box."

Amy looked at him. Her eyes narrowed. "I was actually getting changed" she said. Her hands moved to the top button of her jeans. Mickey felt everything go into slow motion, and before he could protest, she undid the button.

"W...what are you doing?" he stuttered.

Amy stared straight at him as her hands undid the remaining two buttons. "I'm getting on with getting changed" she grinned, before sliding the jeans down off her hips.

Mickey gasped. His eyes widened as he watched her pull her jeans down, revealing her slender hips, firm, slender thighs then, to his further shock as he realised she wasn't wearing panties and failed to avert his gaze, her perfectly smooth mound. He felt his cock instantly harden. In a fluid movement, she bent down and pulled her jeans off, stepping aside and straightening to stand fully naked in front of him.

Mickey couldn't believe what he was seeing. "Oh fuck" was all he could mutter. Her body was amazing. She was so slim; almost skinny. His eyes took in her lightly tanned, tight skin and the perfect gap at the top of her thighs. He shifted his stance. " do" he mumbled, rooted to the spot.

Amy grinned, and took the two short steps to stand directly in front of him. Her hands suddenly reached out and she placed them on his belt.

"W...what are you doing?" he stammered, feeling his body tensing. She ignored him, and he felt her unbuckling his belt. "Look...I...I've got a girlfriend" he protested, willing himself to take a step backwards.

"So you've said," she grinned, her hands quickly unbuckling the belt and moving to his top button of his trousers. "With massive tits," she added.

Mickey groaned. He wiped his hand across his dry lips and shuffled backwards. Amy frowned. "Oh, is that it? Are my tits not big enough for you?"

Mickey shook his head. "God no" he blurted out. "I mean," He winced, realising he probably sounded very lame. "It's just...this..well, this is very...ummm...inappropriate." Lame. "'re 18...and...I'm...well, ten years older than mum is my customer...and I've got a girlfriend."

Amy just grinned at him as he rambled. "Am I making you really uncomfortable?" she asked.

Mickey nodded.

She shuffled forwards and her hands quickly undid his trouser button before slipping down to the zip. "Am I making you...ummm...hard?" she continued, her voice a whisper.

Mickey gulped. He was fully erect, which she instantly discovered as he felt his zip fully open and her little hand press against the bulge in his boxer shorts. "Oooooh, I am making you hard," she giggled.

Mickey closed his eyes. This was unbelievable. He couldn't believe the situation he was in. He'd been doing this job for five years and never come close to anything like this. In his personal life, he'd never come close to a situation like this. He pictured Becky. That would bring him to his senses. He pictured her face, feeling it would give him the strength to take control, break away from this brazen young girl, politely and maturely sort it out. But the picture of Becky was of her scowling face, the one that went with her demands for him to give up his football, the moaning voice that instructed him not to spend so much time with footy mates.

He gasped as he felt Amy tugging down his boxers shorts, feeling his erect cock springing free. He heard her little giggle as her hand grasped his cock and he heard his own groan as she gently started to stroke it. He opened his eyes and looked down. His cock wasn't huge, maybe six inches fully erect and about an inch and a half in diameter, but it looked big in Amy's little hand.

"This...shouldn't be happening" he said, trying to convince himself to pull himself away.

Amy grinned, then to his further surprise, squatted down. "So tell me to stop," she smiled, looking up at him as he watched his cock being pulled into her open mouth. He groaned as he felt her lips clasp around his shaft. He inhaled sharply as her hand pulled his foreskin back and he felt her tongue flick against his cock head. "Ohhhhh fuckkkkkkk" he exclaimed, knowing he couldn't tell her to stop.

She started to slowly bob her head, her warm mouth gradually engulfing his cock. He realised he was tense; his stomach was churning. She kept moving her mouth up and down his shaft, her hand firmly gripping the base of his cock and tugging gently, her tongue pressed against his head. She started to suck and he involuntarily let out a low moan as the sensation and realisation of the blowjob took over him. He pictured Becky again, that scowling face when he begged her for a blowjob and she refused; the look of disgust on her face on the odd occasion she did treat him and he came in her mouth. He realised he was rocking his hips and he looked down to see that most of his cock was inside Amy's mouth. It felt amazing, and he moaned again "ohhh fuck that's awesome" he gasped, and he saw a small smile curl on the edge of her lips.

He looked away from her, conscious that the vision of this teen girl was so incredible it might take him over the edge. His gaze fell on the full length mirror at the side of her room, and he found himself staring at the reflection of Amy squatted in front of him, hand wanking his cock in her mouth, auburn hair falling over her slender shoulders, those beautiful firm tits, tight stomach, those firm slim legs. Her body was amazing, so firm, so tight, so young. He heard her gag as she took too much of him in her mouth, feeling his cock head touch the back of her throat. He realised he was rocking his hips more vigourously. Her hand was gripping tighter, wanking him rapidly, her head bobbing in time, her cheeks contracting as she sucked him.

"Ohhhh shit," he gasped as he took it all in. 'Don't think about it' he told himself, but still he stared at the mirror. "Oh fuck that's amazing" he groaned. Amy's free hand suddenly clasped his ball sac. He gasped, and as he looked down her eyes met his, sparkling with what he read as naughtiness...that little smile on her lips. Suddenly, he realised he was about to climax.

He groaned, knowing he should pull free, but her mouth was locked on his cock. His brain was scrambled. She'd surely be unimpressed at him cumming so quickly. She was naked...he realised she probably wanted more...she maybe wanted him to fuck her! That thought sent a shockwave through him...oh my god...she wants me to fuck her. 'This little eighteen year old babe wants me to fuck her' he thought. 'And shit...I'm going to cum now.'

Mickey felt his body tense "Shiiit..." he gasped "I...I'm going to cum!" He tried to pull himself free but Amy had a firm grip with her hand and mouth. He looked down at her, and she looked straight back up at him. "Seriously," he panted, "oh fuck...I'm going to cum." He felt himself tighten.

Amy kept her mouth over his cock for a moment longer, then just as he arched his back and released a guttural groan, she pull her head back, freeing his cock from her mouth. Her hand continued to tug on his shaft as Mickey groaned "fuuuuucccckkkkk" and a spurt of cum streaked over her face, a thin rope of sticky cum running from her forehead down over the bridge of her nose and across her lips. He shuddered again and another spurt landed on the top of her head and across her right eye, then another on her cheek. She moved closer and the final spurts of his orgasm landed on her chin and the top of her chest between her tits.

Mickey was panting furiously as she squeezed the final drops out, his cum dripping onto her thighs. "Wow...that was a lot" she giggled, before taking his cock back into her mouth to lick it clean.

Mickey felt like his head was going to explode. He hadn't cum that hard in ages, and Becky most certainly would not have let him spurt over her face. He took a step backwards, feeling his legs shaking as he looked at Amy, squatted in front of him with his cum in her hair, on her brow, eye, cheek, nose and chin. He could see some glistening on her chest and her thighs. "That...that was incredible" he said, wiping his face with his hand. "Fucking incredible. "

He caught his breath then suddenly felt a pang of guilt. "Shit, I'm's...ummm...all over you."

Amy smiled, then shrugged, wiping the cum from her eye. "It's cool...I don't mind."

Mickey grinned, then laughed "I wish my girlfriend was that accommodating."

Amy frowned. "What? She doesn't let you...umm...cum on her?" she asked.

Mickey sighed. "To be honest, she doesn't really" he felt uncomfortable using the word.

"Blowjobs?" Amy completed his sentence again, clearly comfortable with sexual terms. "Weird. I love it."

Mickey nodded "Well, you are clearly very good at it."

Amy grinned. "Aww thanks." She stood up. "I'm not a fan of swallowing it though," she said. "If it's going to be inside me, I'd rather it was..." she grinned, and her hand lowered between her legs "in here."

Mickey coughed, again surprised at just how brazen she was. "Jesus, girls weren't like you when I was a teenager" he laughed.

Amy smiled "Is that a compliment?" Mickey nodded. "I'm on the pill though" she added "I'm not a total slut you know."

Mickey just grinned, lost for words. He realised he was still standing with his boxers and trousers around his ankles, and his cock was deflating back to it's soft state. Amy crossed to her dressing table and picked up some face wipes. He pulled up his boxers and trousers as she cleaned his cum from her face and body. "I...ummm...really need to get on with finishing your install" he said.

Amy shrugged and nodded. "Sure, go for it." He nodded. "I need to run some cables in," he added. Again, Amy nodded. She was taking care to fully clean herself, so he went back to his business, identifying locations for the equipment before leaving her room to go and get the cables.

Once out of her room, the realisation of events kicked in. He couldn't help but smile. He felt a small pang of guilt, but then he hadn't forced Amy, and after all it was just a blowjob, he told himself. Becky didn't 'do' blowjobs, so surely he could just enjoy what had just happened? It's not like he'd fucked her. Amy clearly enjoyed doing it, it was a one-off, one of those crazy things that happen in life.

He ran the cables as he needed to and this time didn't attempt to knock as he entered Amy's room. He expected her to be dressed now anyway, and was a little surprised when he realised she was still naked, though now she was on her bed, resting against her headboard, texting on her phone with her legs laid out flat and crossed at the ankles. She was holding her phone so he couldn't clearly see her breasts, and he didn't have a clear view of her pussy, but it was still strange she was naked. She didn't seem to acknowledge he was in the room, so he concentrated on completing the work he was there to do. He wondered if she was angry, or disappointed, or both, that he had cum so quickly. He wondered if she had expected more.

After a few minutes, and once he'd finished the tricky part of the install, he felt the need to break what he felt was an awkward silence. "So, do you have a boyfriend?" he asked, ensuring his tone was friendly and chatty.

"Nah," she replied, lowering her phone. "Well, I did, but he dumped me last week. He was fucking one of my friends," she added nonchalantly.

He felt himself flinch as she used the word 'fucking' so openly. He wondered if she was typical of current teen girls. "Wow, that must've been harsh," he replied sympathetically.

Amy shrugged. "Not really. He was a dickhead." She chuckled. "And he blew his load quicker than you did," she added.

Mickey stood up and started to unpack the set top box. "Very funny" he replied, chuckling also. "I'm not usually that...ummm...quick," he said, perhaps more defensively than he meant to. "I's not often girl like you know..."

"Whips out your cock and sucks you off?" she said. Mickey winced again. She was developing this habit for completing the sentences he felt uncomfortable finishing himself.

"Exactly," he continued. "I'm afraid it was just a bit too much for me back there" he laughed. He placed the box next to her TV. "And to be fair, you're that good at it, it's no surprise your boyfr...I mean ex boyfriend, couldn't last very long." He connected the leads then switched on the TV and completed the set up. "There you go," he said "full satellite TV for you madam." He grinned then turned to face her. His jaw fell again.

Amy had uncrossed her legs and they were now parted. Her hand was between them, rubbing her mound. She was looking at him with her head slightly bowed, her mouth open. "Shame it was all too much for you," she said. She closed her eyes and moaned softly as she slipped her middle finger into her pussy.

Mickey stood frozen to the spot. He felt his hand shaking as he held the remote control. He gulped. " to see...the...TV?" he asked.

She opened her eyes and moaned "mmmmmmm" as she slipped a second finger inside her pussy. "Mmmm sure," she whispered.

Mickey nodded, turning away from her. His hand was still shaking as he fumbled with the buttons. He found himself delivering his spiel about the satellite channels, though his mind was racing again. She was still naked. She was on her bed. She was fingering herself. He felt his cock twinge again. Shit. She was't finished. She did want to fuck. He pictured Becky again, but this time it was her sweet face. The one when she was in a good mood, being funny, being playful. The one when she was riding him. He felt his cock stiffen. He turned back to face Amy. She had her eyes closed and she was fingering herself with more pace. He looked closer; three fingers. He could hear her wetness as her fingers rapidly worked her pussy, the soft murmuring of her pleasure.

"A..Amy" he said quietly "that' done." He knew he had to leave the room...immediately.

Amy opened her eyes. "I'm not done" she said firmly. Mickey gulped. She pulled her fingers free and seductively took them in her mouth, her eyes firmly locked on him.

"Seriously, I...I've got another...ummm...job to go" he lied. He shifted again as his cock, much to his own surprise, continued to stiffen. He couldn't stop from looking at her. She rolled off her bed and walked quickly and lightly towards him.

"Are you hard?" she asked. Mickey nodded reluctantly. "Good," she continued. She stepped right next to him, her hands again making light work of undoing his trousers. "I want you to fuck me" she whispered.

Mickey gulped. He knew he shouldn't, but he made no attempt to stop her as she pulled down his trousers and boxers. "Take your shirt off" she demanded.

"Amy listen" he tried to protest. "This is know...too far."

He winced as she gripped his cock firmly. "Tell me stop then." She kept hold of his cock as she turned away from him, pulling him forward the single step until she was against her dressing table. She bent over it, and he gasped as he took a full view of her incredibly tight, pert bum. Reaching behind herself, she yanked his cock, pulling it to her opening, rubbing the tip of his cock against her pussy lips. "Stick it in" she hissed.

Against all his better judgement, Mickey knew he couldn't resist, and with a single push, he gasped as his cock slipped easily inside her. He groaned as her pussy tightened around his shaft, pulling his foreskin back with it's tightness. But she was wet and in a few strokes he was fully inside her.

She groaned loudly, her arms outstretched on the dressing table as she pushed back against him. "Oh fuck yes," she moaned.

Mickey placed his hands on her bum cheeks, moaning with satisfaction at the soft, tight skin as he started to fuck her. He rocked his hips, sliding his cock forward and back, listening to her breathing quicken as he upped his pace. He pushed in deeper, feeling his hips press against her bum cheeks. "Oh fuck that's good," he exclaimed.

"Mmmmmm fuck yes" she squealed "oh fuck...fuck me harder." He upped his pace again, feeling himself pant for breath. She wanted it. She was demanding him to fuck her harder. He did as she asked, and in a few seconds he was literally pounding his cock into her.

"Oh you like that?" he gasped, his hips slapping against her, hearing her wetness squelch as his cock filled her tight cunt.

"Ohhhhh yesssssss..." she groaned "Fuck yesss...oh god...oh god that's it."

Mickey realised he was grinning. She was enjoying this. It was what she wanted. It was what she had planned. She'd seen him, and decided she wanted him to fuck her. It made him feel good. He pictured Becky's angry face again and he smiled, spurning him on. He was going to fuck Amy...fuck her harder than he'd ever fucked a girl before.

Panting for air, he upped his pace again, pressing her against the dressing table with his cock as deep inside her as he could get it. He could hear her gasp, squeal, pant and groan. He gripped her bum cheeks firmly and grunted loudly as he pumped her. He fully expected he would cum, but perhaps the earlier blowjob had dulled the senses in his cock, because in reality he felt he could do this until he passed out.

Amy was screaming now. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh...oohhh fuckkkkkk...fuck fuck fuck" she was gasping. Her hands were slapping on the table surface " god...stop...stop..."

It took Mickey a moment to realise she was telling him to stop. He was deep inside her when he locked his hips. Out of breath, he said "what...what's wrong?"

Amy was gasping for air. "N..nothing...just...I want to ride you," she panted.

Mickey nodded, pulling out of her. She slowly straightened herself up, a focused expression on her face. She nodded to the chair beside him, and he sat himself down, glad in a way to rest for a moment.

Without a word, she straddled him and sunk her pussy over his cock. He grunted as she started to rock her hips, grinding herself against him. She was smiling again. "Mmmmm how does that feel?"

"Fucking awesome," he panted, closing his eyes and thinking how tight she felt, how smooth her buttocks were on his upper thighs. She grabbed his shoulders and lifted herself up then forced herself back down firmly on his cock, repeating it at a frantic pace as she started to moan loudly and constantly.

"Oh my god" she gasped. "Fuck that's it...oh god, fuuuckkkkk." She fucked him furiously, literally bouncing on his cock. He opened his eyes and took a proper look at her; noticed the sweat on her brow and the concentrated expression on her young pretty face. He suddenly felt a desire to kiss her, but strangely pictured Becky again and felt that in some way, kissing this young girl was inappropriate. He almost laughed at that daft thought. Instead, he lowered his head and took her left breast in his mouth, sucking on her stiff nipple before repeating it on her right breast.

She squealed as he did that, seemed to increase her pace and within seconds suddenly screamed out "ohhhh god...I'm...I'm going to cum!"

Mickey kept sucking her nipples, his head reeling with the thought she was about to orgasm. He started to push his hips upwards, wanting every inch of his cock as deep inside her as possible, meeting her forceful downward strokes as she gripped his shoulders so hard it made him wince.

"Ohhhhhhhhh...f...f...fuuuuckkkkk" she gasped. Mickey peeled his mouth away from her breasts and looked at her. Her eyes were wide open. She bit her lip, an almost pained expression on her face as she stared at him wildly, her body bouncing up and down before she let out a high pitched scream. Her body tensed and as she plunged down hard on his cock she started to shudder. He felt her wetness on his cock as she screamed again, her body spasming as her orgasm engulfed her.

"," she screamed, her eyes rolling back in their sockets, her mouth wide open as she climaxed, shuddering on him with the force of her orgasm. Mickey couldn't believe what he was seeing and feeling. Becky claimed to orgasm, but he didn't ever remember her climaxing like this before.

She suddenly froze, her head dropping to his shoulder and he could hear how out of breath she was. He felt her pussy pulse on his cock, realised how wet she was and couldn't help but smile as she panted in his ear.

He gently stroked her buttocks, letting her catch her breath. "Wow, are you OK?" he asked.

Amy leaned back and nodded at him. "Fuck" she panted. "That was amazing."

Mickey smiled. "You...ummmm...came pretty hard there huh?" She nodded, a smile curling on her lips.

"Yeh...dont think I've ever cum that hard before."

He winced a little, wondering just how many times she had actually been fucked, but he was pleased he had clearly given her the most pleasure. He realised he had started to rock his hips again, gently moving his cock inside her.

Amy wiped her mouth, then slowly pulled herself upwards and he groaned as his cock popped free. For a second, he thought that was it finished, but she took his hand and quietly said "come over to my bed."

He instantly sprung to his feet and followed her across the room, marvelling at her incredible body as she lay on her bed and spread her legs apart. He clambered onto the bed and positioned himself over her, before taking his cock and guiding back inside her. She moaned softly, closing her eyes as he pushed himself inside her.

Mickey placed his hands on the bed either side of her shoulders and started to fuck her, pulling back until he was almost out before smoothly sliding forwards until he was fully inside her. He kept a slow and rhythmic pace, controlling his breathing as he looked down at her and enjoyed the feeling of his cock in her young, tight pussy.

She made small grunting noises with each stroke, but he resisted the urge to increase his pace. Rhythmic and constant, he fucked her for several minutes until he felt his arms burn from holding up his own weight.

Mickey let his head fall down next to hers, and hooked his arms under her knees, pushing her legs backwards. She was so flexible, she didn't complain that her knees were nearly level with her ears and Mickey started to fuck her harder. He started to pump into her, feeling himself bash against her. He lifted his head and looked at her. Her eyes were wide open again and she was shaking her head.

"Ohhh fuckkkkk..." she groaned. "Oh god...oh fuck yes...fuck...oh god...oh shit..." Despite shaking her head, she wasn't resisting him, so he increased his pace, pushing as deep and hard inside her as he could. She was breathing sharply again through her nose, her mouth wide open. She almost looked shocked. He couldn't stop looking at her. Her expression was wild and she screamed out "fuuuuckkkk...oh fuckkkkk...make me cum again!"

Once again, Mickey couldn't believe what he was experiencing. For one thing, he was surprised he himself hadn't cum again, but his cock still felt dull as he pounded into her. He was so focussed on her expression, her reactions that he simply upped his pace and slammed his cock into her with ferociousness of his own.

It seemed like seconds before she was once again squealing loudly. He applied more pressure to her legs, pushing them back as far as he could. He could hear the squelching sound of his cock against her wetness and he stared in his amazement as she looked up at him with an almost helpless expression on her face as her body tensed then started to spasm wildly as her second orgasm erupted.

"Fuuuuuuuckkkkkkkkkk" she screamed loudly, her body jerking underneath him. "Oh god I'm cumming...I'm cumming" she moaned. Mickey grinned, not letting up his pace as she screamed again. He pounded into her, determined to make her cum as hard as he could.

"Oh fuck...fuck fuck fuck, stop...oh god...stop...please stop" she screamed. It took him a second to register her request. He stopped, his cock still deep inside her and caught his own breath.

"Are you OK?"

Amy nodded. "Fuck yes...jesus...I...I cant believe I came again." She started to giggle, then he felt her push her legs against him so he released his hold on her and gently pulled his cock out of her. His cock head was glistening, and he noticed that his foreskin was pulled further back on his shaft than he could ever remember.

He knelt on the bed between her splayed legs and grinned at her. " are something special."

Amy smiled. "Better than your girlfriend?"

Mickey felt a pang of guilt, but answered truthfully. "Like you wouldn't believe," he sighed.

Amy grinned. "Lay on your back."

Mickey nodded, and turned over, laying flat on his back. He watched as she knelt beside him and lowered her head, taking his cock in her hand and guiding it into her mouth. He winced as she sucked hard, his foreskin pulled so far back that his cock head felt sore. He closed his eyes, trying to relax his body as she set about licking, sucking and stroking his cock.

His mind started to replay what had just happened. He could still scarcely believe it. What an incredible girl. So confident, so sexy. He thought of Becky again, and how different she was. He looked at Amy's tight body again, felt his body tense as she devoured his full length before gagging slightly and licking his cock head purposefully. He realised he didn't even feel close to an orgasm and it surprised him. He didn't usually last this long, and he especially couldn't understand how he'd lasted so long fucking such a perfect body.

Amy started to suck again, her hand gripping his shaft and wanking him with increased pace. She was working her mouth all over his cock, but the sensitivity of his tightly pulled foreskin meant it felt sore rather than pleasurable. He didn't want to let on, so he closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and tried not to be too tense. He focussed on what she was doing, hoping he would cum but after several minutes he knew he wouldn't orgasm this way.

Amy seemed to be aware and she pulled her mouth off him and looked at him, a quizzical expression on her face. "Are you OK? Are you close to cumming?" she asked.

Mickey forced a smile. "I...I'm fine. I think...I dunno...maybe you...ummm...drained me earlier," he laughed meekly.

Amy sat up, letting go of his cock. He decided to take the opportunity to reach down and, with a heavily concealed groan, pulled his foreskin back over his cock head. She looked at him with narrowed eyes, then a small grin formed on her face and she bit the corner of her lip. "Oh, I bet there's still some in there," she giggled, gently massaging his ball sac. She leaned down and spat on his cock, then her hand. She grinned at him as she rubbed her spit over his cock before straddling him again

Mickey gulped. Wow, she wants to fuck again, he thought. Amy slid forward, then reached her hand behind herself and took hold of his cock. Mickey felt helpless as he watched her lift herself up, then close her eyes. He felt his cock brush against her buttocks, then saw her body tense as she positioned herself, then he let out a low, long grunt as she pushed down onto him.

Amy gritted her teeth, a look of pain on her face as she gasped. Mickey felt like his frenum was going to rip as he felt his foreskin peel back inside her. She stopped moving, and he realised she was panting heavily. His mind was reeling. Had she really just done that? Was he really surely not. Not believing what his cock was telling him, he slid his hand forward and located her pussy with his fingers, confirming that his cock was not in that orifice. He gasped, and looked at her with an expression of bewilderment. Before he could say anything, she pushed herself down and he felt his cock being intensely squeezed by her anal passage.

Amy kept her eyes closed, her teeth gritted and squealed as she pushed down again. "Oh fuck" she gasped.

"Amy...w...what are you doing?" Mickey panted.

Amy opened her eyes and grinned at him. "Does your girlfriend let you fuck her ass?" she asked, in the matter-of-fact tone he was getting accustomed to.

Mickey shook his head. "No...fuck no." He groaned again as she pushed down, slowly taking more of him inside her. He had tried once with Becky before but had got barely an inch inside her before she stopped him. That had been his only experience of anal sex until now.

She smiled. "How does it feel then?"

Mickey nodded. "Fucking incredible. Jesus, so fucking tight." He let his head fall back on the pillow as he tried to block out the pain from his sensitive exposed cock head.

Amy nodded, closing her eyes again and gasping once more as she pushed down, then started to gently rock back and forwards with half his cock in her ass. Mickey couldn't move; he just lay there as she rocked gently, feeling his cock start to stretch her. She continued to push down.

Mickey craned his neck to see her. She was smiling, eyes closed, head falling back slightly, boobs pushed out.

"Have you...I this...well...the first time...for you?" he gasped.

Amy opened her eyes and grinned at him. "Yeh...first time in my ass. Ohhhh shit...fuck that's GOOD!" she squealed as she pushed down firmly on him.

Mickey cried out as he felt her tighten even further around him. "Ohhhh jeeeesus!"

Amy let out a low moan. "Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm...fuck...oh god...oh fuck...fuck my ass." She looked at him intensely, her eye lids heavy, biting her lip. "Ohhh fuck, yeah, fuck my virgin ass."

Her words exploded in Mickey's brain. Virgin ass. His cock was inside this astonishing teen girls ass...her virgin ass. He drove his hips upwards, thrusting the full length of his cock inside her. She screamed, and he bucked his hips again. "Ohhhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkk" he groaned, his voice low and guttural. "Jeeesus...fucking...christ!" he exclaimed, his eyes wide open. He reached up and grabbed her tits firmly, fully sensing the firmness of them in his hands. He drove insider her again, blurting out "oh fuck...I'm fucking your ass!"

"Ahhhhhhhh goddddd" she cried, her voice high pitched. "Yeah, fuck my little ass...fuck it hard."

He processed her words, her dirty words, in his mind as he drove upwards again. In an instant, he knew he was about to cum. The tightness of her ass, her words; it was all too much for him.

"Fuck...I'm going to cum!" he gasped. Amy grinned wildly.

"Fuck yes, cum in my ass" she moaned.

Mickey groaned. He felt his hands slide down to her waist and grip her tightly as his body tensed. He pushed up his hips a final time, feeling his cock strain inside her tight passage as he grunted "fuck...fuck I'm cumming." He felt his cock erupt, his body jerking harshly as he released inside her.

"Oh god" she screamed "Oh fuck yes...fill my ass!"

Mickey grunted again, his body continuing to jerk as his cum drained into her ass. He gasped, released his hold of her hips and let his head fall back. "Oh jesus...oh fuck that's it...fuck...oh my god." He stopped moving, and Amy did like wise. He felt her weight on him, felt the extreme sensitivity of her pulsing ass on his spent cock. She was breathing heavily, and they sat like that for several moments as they caught their breath.

Mickey stared at her, feeling shocked and satisfied. She started to giggle. "Told you there was more cum in there."

He laughed. "Yeh, and you got it out of me." He shook his head, but smiled. "I...I can't believe you just did that."

Amy grinned, then winced as she pulled herself of him. He was sure he heard a pop as his cock sprung out of her. He winced himself, and checked his frenum was still intact. His cock head was gleaming. She cupped her hand and rubbed it across her hole, then checked it and grinned. "It's all still inside me then" she giggled.

Mickey smiled. No doubt, that had been the best sexual encounter of his life, more incredible the fact it had taken a 18 year old to make it happen for him.

Amy clambered off the bed and picked up the wipes, throwing the pack to him. He readjusted his foreskin, wincing as he did so, then used a wipe to clean himself. He rolled off the bed and dressed himself, turning back to see a still naked Amy switching on her TV.

"Cool," she said, flicking to a music channel. "This is awesome." It hit him how young she seemed.

He packed up his bag and, re-engaging his professional brain, genuinely said "Glad you like it. If you have any problems at all, just raise a call and we'll get it sorted."

Amy turned and grinned at him. He took another, wistful look at her slender naked body, capturing it in his mind. "OK, thanks for that. I might have to break it, just so you can come back and fuck my ass again."

Mickey shook his head and smiled. "Seriously, you are unbelievable." He reached out to open the door and said "well...that's me...ummm...finished I guess."

Amy giggled, blew him a kiss and said "thanks. I enjoyed that."

Mickey nodded, then stepped out of the room.

Back in his van, Mickey realised he had barely enough time to get to his next appointment. He felt his cock throbbing. He pictured Becky, felt a huge pang of guilt, then realised that Amy hadn't even asked what his name was. He shook his head, still scarcely believing what happened. He knew he would be awkward around Becky; that this was a secret he would need to take to his grave. He also knew he would likely never see Amy again. Though maybe...just maybe...

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