More Than a Feeling(Amy Adams)

[thenewcomer]

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Day 1: Late Afternoon
 
“It's so nice today,” he heard his mother say, just barely paying attention.
 
There are few things more wonderful than bright sunlight beaming through the deep green forest. It's been quite sometime since he has taken a walk, thanks to a drunk driver, and all he wanted was another chance to stroll through the trees.
 
A few miles from the nearest town, this one long and winding back road was the only access point to their destination. It's a dream of his to own a property such as this one day, but money talks and college was on the horizon with the shadow of debt looming over like a Cthulhu entity; American instead of cosmic, however.
 
Looking up from his game, he felt the car slowing and peered over his mother's shoulder to see a gate blocking the way. Not much has changed out here since he was here a few years ago. He went back to his phone and he could hear his mother dialing on her own.
 
“Hey, girl. We're here if you wanna let us through,” she said, then hanging up.
 
The gate clicked and started to swing.
 
“That woman sounded like she had been running a marathon,” she said. “Forty four and still going at it.”
 
“Who? Aunt Amy?” he said, distracted.
 
The car was moving again and he stuffed his phone into his bag.
 
“Funny that you still call her that,” his mom said with a smile. “She might not even remember.”
 
Coming around a long bend, he looked across the massive lawn, perfectly cut with a seamless diagonal pattern and spotted what looked like a Porsche, bright red and gleaming. As they got closer, the car was confirmed and next to it was a cream-white Chevy Avalanche, shiny and decked with chrome detail.
 
“You see that truck, Mom?” he said with excitement. “God damn.”
 
She hit him with a glare through the rear-view mirror. “Language, hey? She's surprisingly frugal. I would buy something way more expensive than that.”
 
“Sorry, sorry.”
 
The area was surrounded by trees except for a dirt road that dropped off from the yard and went around back. Who knows what kind of goodies were back there. He would have to make sure and get a full tour of the place when he was settled.

Just then, he saw fire red waves swinging back and forth as she descended the long wooden deck ramp. His eyes were glued to her fantastic body, taking an interest in her yoga attire. The light blue sports bra and tight pants were starting to make him breathe a little heavier and his mom popped the door open, interrupting his tunnel vision.
 
“Haaay!” Amy shouted, bouncing down the drive way, waving.
 
His mother did the same thing and he opened up while they embraced for the first time in a long while. Amy and his mom have been best friends for 20-plus years. Their careers started similar, but went in different directions. Instead of award-winning actress, his mom is an award-winning sound engineer. Both of them succeeded, so it worked out.
 
“So glad you guys made it safe. Bit of a drive,” Amy said, heading towards the trunk. Passing by him, she caught his gaze and smiled big, her eye brows snapping up. “Hey, Tim!”
 
Amy took a step back and leaned in for a hug and there was nothing going to stop her. He was enchanted by those bright blue eyes.
 
“Long time no see, Aunt Amy,” he said, wrapping his arms around her glistening back.
 
She pulled away and quickly pecked his cheek before letting him go. “My goodness, you're all grown up now. Time is flying!”
 
He felt the shivers from her kiss rattle him and he smiled back, “I'm old now.”
 
Amy and his mom both scoffed and busted out in laughter, heading to the back of the car. “I'm not old, but your mother is,” Amy giggled.
 
“Whoa!” His mom cried foul. “We are literally the same age.”
 
The wheelchair was out and Amy rolled it next to him. Stepping up, his mom was there to assist, but he latched onto the door and lifted himself out into the chair with a small grunt.
 
“Good?” Amy said softly.
 
“Yea, all good,” he replied, slamming the door in frustration.
 
The women glanced to each other with a frown and it got quiet for a moment.
 
“Well, you two, I have to get to LAX quick like,” his mom said, pulling bags and setting them to the side. “Thank you so much, babe,” she said, giving Amy a hug.
 
“Oh, you know that's no problem,” Amy said, smiling. “I'm the only one here for the whole weekend. We're gonna have fun.”
 
“Timothy, you call if you need anything,” he heard, looking that way.
 
“Have a good trip, Mom,” he said.
 
“See you soon, Mary,” Amy waved.
 
As she backed out to turn around, Amy went for the bags.
 
“Got enough to get up that ramp, Hun?” she said, concerned.
 
“Yeah, I got this,” he said, rolling that way.
 
Amy knew everything about his accident and she pushed his mother to sue the driver for everything he was worth. He hasn't seen her in many years and she acts like it was yesterday with the way she soothes him with her voice.
 
“I have pizza coming,” she said, moving up behind him with his luggage, “I know Hawaiian is your favorite.”
 
He looked away in disgust.
 
“We can't be friends anymore.”
 
Amy pulled her large glass door and ruffled his hair before going inside, laughing. “You won't break up with me over pineapples.”
 
He fixed his bangs and looked around in awe at her beautiful house. The wooden interior was the perfect match for the forest that surrounded them. He glanced over the pictures of her family and different animals stuffed up onto the walls. It was spacious with lots of room to move around.
 
“It's familiar, but so much has changed,” he said, following her back to his old guest room.
 
“Aw, thanks. Not always worth the trouble, but hey, I'll sell it to you,” she joked, sitting bags next to the bed.
 
“Done deal. You take debit card?”
 
“Nope, but the delivery guy does. Thanks for buying, babes,” she spun away out of the room with a wink.
 
He wheeled himself into the hall way and looked around. “Did I just get tricked into buying the worst pizza ever?”

Freezing for a moment, he caught her stripping her top away, revealing a generous side boob before disappearing into a room. Reappearing shortly after, she came out in a white shirt and a hip hugging pair of booty shorts that immediately grabbed his attention as she passed by, holding onto that big apple bottom with just barely a sliver of cheek showing.
 
“You're still a picky eater, huh?” she laughed.
 
“I've grown up more than you know,” he pointed at her, shaking his finger.
 
“Is that right?” she chuckled, heading towards the front.
 
As he watched her pull a scrunchy from the counter and put her hair up into a high swinging ponytail, his shorts started to tighten up. She had always been a goddess to him but this...this was different.

 
Day 1: Evening
 
The pizza came and went just as fast as it arrived. Since Amy doesn't like social media, he caught her up on some of the latest going on in his life, besides the accident, and they showed each other some funny videos on the internet. They quickly bonded through laughter and he felt good being able to hang out with her again. He was able to convince her to let him try her very nice wine and they quickly shared a bottle.

With a movie in the background later, he was lounging and playing on his phone while Amy read a book. Even though he couldn't feel it, he enjoyed the fact that she had her toes nuzzled underneath his thigh, staying warm. It was a bit puzzling, though, how they were both so comfortable so fast. Just around the time where he was thinking about it too much, he realized the pressure in his lower body.
 
“So, I've needed to use the bathroom since I got here,” he said, turning to her.
 
Amy glanced up a couple times before her eyes stuck and she looked confused. “I...just watched you go about ten minutes ago?”
 
“I was trying to play cool and hold it,” he admitted. “I can't find anywhere to hold on to in there.”
 
Amy perked up and smacked his arm with her book. “You butt! Oh my gosh, I could have done something to help. Why are you waiting until now to tell me?” She popped up and grabbed his chair. “C'mon.”
 
He lifted up and shifted into it. “Toilet from a science fiction movie,” he mumbled.
 
Amy pushed the back of his head before leading him down the hall way. “I will admit that it's not very accessible.”
 
She lifted the lid and prepared to bring him up. “Ready?”
 
“I could have sat, but I kinda have to stand,” he said.
 
Amy cocked her head at the vagueness and smiled. “Pee-pee going to touch the water or something?”
 
She hooked her arm around him and he pushed up, leaning on her. Due to the weight loss after the accident, he was a shell of his former self and Amy was more than enough to hold him.
 
“Don't look,” he said, pushing on his shorts.
 
“Yes, sir,” she smiled, not closing her eyes. What Amy saw next put a lump in her throat and her mouth fell open.
 
The meaty stalk was visible just under his neatly trimmed bush and the floppy shaft spilled out continually, much to her amazement, until it dangled freely. He wasn’t hard and it was the longest she had ever seen outside of porn. She watched him grab it and felt his gaze, causing her to clear her throat and close her eyes quickly. She heard the splashing and after he was done and covered, she helped him back down.
 
“Gettin' close to bedtime for me, I think,” she said, breaking her own self-inflicted tension.
 
He nodded and rolled over to the sink. “Yeah, same. Been a long day.”
 
Amy peeled away to head out. “Long...yeah, long it has been. Let me know if you need anything, okay?”
 
“Thanks,” he said, washing his hands.
 
“No problem,” she smiled, stalling before tapping an open palm on the door frame. “Goodnight.”
 
Tim was undressed and up in his guest bed, naked and confused just a few minutes after he caught Amy staring at his penis. He looked down at it and couldn't believe how hard the whole ordeal made him. Wrapping a hand around it, he tugged it and thought that it would be fine to jerk off even though it wasn't his house. Amy's room was upstairs, so no harm, he figured. It's his mother's best friend, but he couldn't help it. She was so beautiful and she was being so nice.

Lewd thoughts came quick and he sat back, stroking his pole and thinking about Amy's yummy lips around his long fat dick. He wanted that porcelain skin up against him and those lovely red strands in his lap. He couldn't pump his hips and he's never had his cock sucked, but he imagined holding her there and filling her throat with it, over and over, listening to her slobbering on it. He mumbled to himself, fist pumping top to bottom. His hefty balls were juggling up and down inside that fat sack, ready to empty up into Amy's mouth.
 
“Knock, knock,” he heard. A light spread through the darkness of the room as the door was cracked open.
 
“Yeah?” he said, without thinking, panicking. “Wait! Hold on!”
 
He went for a blanket but was sitting on top of it and there she was, staring right at him. They both stood in awkward silence, his hand still wrapped around it. With trembling eyes, he couldn't take them away from her and let go of it.
 
“Oh my god, I am so sorry,” she slammed the door, “I should have knocked. Sorry! Sorry!”
 
He heard the footsteps down the hall way and he sat silently, his confused boner getting even harder and then deflating and then getting hard again.
 
“Fuckin' shit,” he covered his mouth in disbelief.
 
He was there in the dark, unsure of what to do next. How could he finish now? She was aware of what he was doing. She knows he's down here playing with himself. He tried to think rationally. She knows how old he is. Guys jerk off at 18-years-old. She knows this. It's her house, though. It's another man in the house that isn't her husband. “Oh shit,” he sighed, thoughts racing. “She's going to tell on me. My mom is going to kick my ass into a different disability.”
 
Bzzt. Bzzt.
 
He shuddered hard in the silence at his phone vibrating the bed. He turned it over, getting blasted by the unexpected brightness. He flicked through to turn it down and saw a message from...Amy?
 
“I am so sorry. I should have knocked.”
 
He stared at it for a moment and saw that she was typing again.
 
“I forgot about the dessert we bought and was bringing it to you.”
 
“No, I'm sorry,” he replied, “This is your place. I could have waited until I was home.”
 
“My home is your home,” she responded quickly, “I don't mind you taking care of yourself. We can get the dessert tomorrow.”
 
Tim sat the phone down and laid his head back against the headboard. He hasn't even been here a day and he's already starting drama. She did say she was fine with it, so maybe he's making it to be something it isn't. The minutes trickled by and the whole situation was a thing of the past.
 
Bzzt. Bzzt.
 
He was shaken out of a light snooze and turned the phone over. It was Amy again.
 
“It would make me feel better if you kept going and finished.”
 
His heart stopped and he inhaled every last bit of oxygen from the room. Amy pulled the lever to the dam and all of the blood flooded right back into his groin, making his huge dick strain and throb uncontrollably. He unlocked the phone and scrolled up and down confirming it was Amy's message as if he didn't already know. He went to type, but his fingers were trembling and he looked towards the ceiling and back down at her invitation. Another deep breath rolled in when he saw her typing again.
 
“Could you turn your camera on and show me?”
 
Tim's brain imploded right then and there. A hot bulb of liquid sputtered from his tip and raced down his lengthy, bumpy underside coating the veins. The constant shuddering in his shoulders was giving him the chills and it made it even worse when he realized she knew he was reading her messages, thanks to the little icon.
 
He ran his hand through his hair and exhaled hard. Amy was emotionally cheating on her husband and he was being asked to show his dick to one of his most beloved family friends. Of course, these fantasies have popped up over the years but he would never approach her. This is so wrong, he thought.

Tim leaned over to the night stand and turned the lights on. He aimed the camera at himself after leaning it against his calf and pulled back to get the whole thing into the shot. He pushed, forcing it to be as hard as possible for a few seconds and snapped a photo. The huge boner in high definition was thick and looking monstrous, just what he wanted for her. A message popped up.

“I won’t tell if you don’t. This is our secret.”

He bit down on his knuckle hard to see if this was a dream and rubbed the sweat from his clammy palms into the blanket. His phone buzzed against his chest and he lifted it up to lay eyes on a crisp, close up of a beautiful pair of tits. The caption read, “These would look even better glazed, don’t you think?”



That was the white shirt she put on later in the day. Those were real. She’s talking about him blowing a load on her big boobs. He sighed out at the sight of her tight green panties and wanted to run his lips over the lace. That unbelievable gap in her thighs had him drooling.

“I took this earlier when you were eating your favorite pizza.”

He hit send.



The three dots came up and he waited, slowly working the steel between his fingers, grip tight and blood flow plenty.

Bzzt.

“I knew you wouldn’t disappoint me.”

His breaths were ragged and his hand tightened around it.

“Did I do that to you?”

He was traversing the whole slab, up and down, pushing into his big balls and back to cradle the fat bulging crown. It was slick and slimy, warm and gooey, aching between his grip.

Bzzt. Bzzt.

“Fuck,” he mumbled.

Amy started a video call. He only had a few seconds to respond. “Oh, fuck,” he shuddered.

Tim accepted and there he was in full glory, stroking his huge anaconda cock for a married woman about 20 feet away.

He watched her camera come on and it was focused on her perfect chest. Neither party dared to say a word and they both laid in comfort, listening to light moans and heavy breathing. Every now and then, he would catch a glimpse of Amy moving the view to her fingers rolling in large circles between her thighs. She was sexy, sultry and sensual; she was perfection. He made sure to clap his huge nuts against his hand, giving her everything that she wanted.

“Cum for me,” he heard, a faint whisper.

Oh, he was. He was past the point of no return. His tight hand was the only thing blocking his body from unleashing a fountain all over himself. Amy’s delicate moans were slightly louder and more intense, working and pulsating through his mind.

“I want my man to blow his load all over me right now.”

Tim’s sloppy hand was squishing up and down, pounding his meat harder than he ever had thus far in his young life and the faster he got the more Amy begged him. She heard a short deep grunt and a foot long syrupy glob of hot nut burst into the air. His hand cranked and set off a fat rope that sprayed up and landed on his thigh. Where the first one landed was a mystery. Amy lost control and squirmed, giving in and finding release. He churned out gush after gush between her moans, spattering the area and dousing his lap, covering his hand in a gigantic layer of jizz.

“That looks delicious,” she said quietly.

Tim pulled his hand away and Amy smiled as it dribbled all over.

“Thank you,” she said, “Phew. Get some rest.”

The call ended and Tim looked around, wondering what in the hell just happened.


Day 2: Late Morning

The room was blindingly bright and he fumbled around for his phone. It was nearly noon and he slept in the same position for far too long. His body cramped and cracked as he moved, but ten hours of uninterrupted sleep was pretty nice after yesterday.

“Fuck,” he thought, it all coming back.

Rolling down the hallway in just his briefs, he looked around for Amy in the quiet house. She was no where to be found and he slid over onto the couch. He heard footsteps coming up the ramp and Amy came through the sliding door.

“Oh, good. I don’t have to come tickle you awake,” she said, coming up behind him.



“Morning,” he said, still a bit groggy.

“Haaay...” she said, leaning over and pressing her big beautiful red lips into his.

He closed his eyes and sunk into the couch while his blood sunk into his rapidly growing boner. Amy laughed mid-kiss and nibbled his lip before letting go and pulling away.

“Someone is happy to see me,” she whispered into his ear. Up and over, she slid her palm across the soft briefs and outlined the abundance of bulge back and forth, making his cock bounce around. He sighed in her grasp and watched her closely. She moved away and sat a bag down next to him.

“Mom and Pop shop with great breakfast just a few miles out,” she said, opening it, “Gonna get out of these jeans.”

Tim pulled out the Styrofoam containers and set up the utensils. He caught Amy coming back in just her tight blue t-shirt and white lace panties finished off with ankle socks. He couldn’t believe he was here with this woman, even still.

“Sleep good?” she said, smiling and climbing up next to him.

“Out like a light.”

Amy took a bite of her eggs and laughed. “Oh, I know. I peeked in and you were a complete goner. I even knocked this time.”

He turned and she stuck her tongue out before pushing some hash browns in, bopping his nose with her fork.

“I’m so lost right now,” he said, smearing butter on his pancakes, “Is this real?”

Amy put a gentle finger on his lips. “Shh. Our secret,” she whispered.

She went through the bag and found a container with peanut butter. “You don’t want this on your pancakes?”

He looked like a deer in headlights, staring at it. “What kind of monster puts peanut butter on pancakes?”

Amy dropped it back into the bag without taking her eyes off of him and froze. “You’re done, kid.”

Tim laughed and took a bite.

“What kind of nerd doesn't put peanut butter on his pancakes?” she fired back. “Have you even tried it, picky boy?”

“I have,” he lied.

“You are so full of it,” she smiled, seeing right through him. “Peanut butter is everything.”

“Yeah. No,” he said, taking another bite.

Amy dumped her syrup all over his briefs and he flinched.

“Whoa! What the hell?” he said, spooked.

“Whoops. My bad! Clean up on aisle five,” she said sarcastically. Amy put her food down and stood up between his legs. “Sorry, but you’re gonna have to give me those before everything gets sticky.”

Amy went behind the waist band, sliding it away and revealing that humongous morning wood. Much to her delight, his huge goose egg balls spilled out and over the edge of the couch, taut and smooth. She finally got them free of his legs and knelt down, her breaths tickling his large purple helmet.

“Fuck,” he sighed, staring down at this angelic red head. His cock strained so bad that he felt like he was being stretched apart. “Aunt Amy...” he shivered.

He eclipsed a large portion of her beautiful face and felt the boost of confidence as she gazed at it with a sense of awe.

“First time?” Amy said, breaking some tension.

“Yeah...”

“First times should be remembered forever, don’t you think?” she said, nuzzling her cheek against it.

He didn’t respond, not because he didn’t want to, but because he was in shock. As he tried to come to terms with what was about to happen, Amy sent him into the twilight zone by scooping peanut butter into her palm and slathering it across his fat dick.

“Oh, Jesus,” he exhaled hard.

Amy had both hands full of it, coating and layering his long shaft in delicious butter. Her hands slid to the trunk and her finger nails found the tight skin to his balls and traced them gently until laying his eggs into her palms and drenching them in warmth. Kneading them and fondling his big yummy sack, Amy smiled up at him in silence, letting her body do all of the talking.

He pushed a piece of pancake into his mouth and she nodded, swinging her hair to one side. “Eat,” she whispered.

Her lips peeled apart and he could see her salivating for his buttered up hunk of meat and as she laid that moist mouth on top of the tip, he did everything he could to not bust right then and there.

Amy’s head slightly dipped and she was forced to spread wide around the broad crown until she sealed around the outer edges. She glanced up and peered deep into his soul, basting his head in hot spit and peanut butter with her tongue. There was so much more to do and Amy sucked her cheeks in and tugged away, slurping around the clean tip and popping him out with a hollow crack.

“Told you I would get dessert,” she said, that smoldering stare etching into his mind forever.

She disappeared between his legs and he dropped his head back the second she was putting juicy kisses on his dangling nuts. He let out a gasp as one big ball was inhaled between her covered lips and into a frothy hot pit. Amy pulled and stretched, suckling and swirling it against all corners of her mouth. He heard a squish and felt the cool air wash over just before she gobbled the other one.

“Oh, god,” he moaned. He knew this wasn’t just a normal blow job. She was trying to tell him something.

Amy came up from bathing his balls in spittle and slurped up the massive trunk, gliding effortlessly across the broad cock real estate. The head took some slaps from her tongue, wobbling the tower side to side before she went underneath and pursed her lips on the zigzagging vein, scooping peanut butter between her lips all the way down to his heavy sack. Amy grabbed her hair before it could fall into the sticky trap, gliding her mouth up and down and all around. She was a fucking cock expert and every move was deliberate and planned. He’s never had a blowjob before, how would he know? When you know, you know; that's how he knew. Amy was making undeniable love to it. It felt like she was showing him something she has never shown anyone.

“How’re you feeling, baby?” she asked quietly, popping kisses against random spots of his smooth skin.



“I don’t know if I can describe it,” he admitted, watching her dance around with her lips.

Amy dabbled with one hand below, swirling and bouncing his fat bag around her finger tips and juggling it in her hand. Those buttery smooth baby factories were bloated and on the verge. She could feel the heaviness in it.

She had the other trying to tackle the long anaconda by itself, unable to fully control the abundance of manliness in front of her. She groped and jerked, smacking her lips on his raging tip, forcing a never ending stream of salty treats. Amy’s eyes found his and she beat his dick on her tongue, slapping it and echoing it through her living room.

“Feed me,” she commanded.

Amy slurped it between her lips and slobbered it right back out before clapping his beefy log into her cheek, sticking her with peanut butter.

“I’m hungry, fuckin’ feed me,” she seethed, swirling her head around the leaking crown.

Tim’s breathing went from heavy and stable to trying to catch what air he could and forgetting he needed to breathe at all from being distracted. He felt a little something down deep; it was rising.

“Hnngg...” he mumbled.

He did the absolutely unthinkable and without realizing it, he pushed a hand into her silky smooth red waves and held her by the back of the skull. He brought her down, feeding her like he was told and hit the back of her gooey throat. Amy let out her approval through deep moans that penetrated his peanut butter flavored hardness.

She shook out of his grasp and spilled a mixture of hot goop all over her shirt, tendrils swinging between her and his aching dick. Both of them were silent and panting, staring each other down until he grabbed her by the head and made her eat his meaty slab, pushing into her tight tunnel and making her choke. Amy slobbered her way up his shaft, dousing it in the process. Before she could escape, he dragged her back down, stuffing her throat full and with the aide of her love for peanut butter, his gigantic cock slithered against her tonsils and was enveloped by her small esophagus, burrowing into her chest. Amy held on, her body wanting to eject him like an invader but he held tight, holding all of it to the hilt.

Besides the singing of the birds, the only noise in the area was Amy gurgling and kicking her feet while trying to stay down on this young man’s enormous dick. She finally tapped his leg and he let her come up, desperately filling her lungs with air. She swiped her arm across her drenched chin and flung the excess to the floor.

“Big boy now, huh?” she said between gulps of air.

Tim looked down at her with his slimy boner between them and pressed into the trunk, angling it at her. If she was going to do this, he was going to take advantage of this gift to him.

“Suck it.”

“Make me-slurrsplglakmmm-gulp-mmmnn...Uhmm!...” she gasped, “Fuckin’ make m-glakglak-gulp-mmmnnnn...”

Tim snatched her head with the other hand and felt every time he dislodged out of her throat; the moment she inhaled air. He pulled her to the bottom and slapped her chin on his balls before bringing her up just to feed her again to the brink. Amy was sealed around his butter slick steel, slipping her hands underneath her knees and letting him take her.

He clamped the back of her neck with both hands and bobbed her continuously, plunging himself deep into her chest every time. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing and almost shed a tear at the mere thought of what was happening. Amy’s fire hair bounced rhythmically in and out of his lap while she devoured it.

“Holy fuck,” he gasped, “Aunt Amy, you hot...fuckin’...slut, suck my big dick.”  He didn't know he had it in him to say something like that and didn't let up.

Amy was gracefully getting impaled, loving every minute and exploring a side of herself that she never had. The gags were few and far and she was still in control of herself. Those words were from a desperate man on the edge and she knew it was over soon. “Mmmphh...”

“Oh, god, suck it,” he cried out, “Keep sucking it, oh fuck.”

“Mmph! Mm! Mmph!”

Tim was swelling against her tiny tunnel, cramming his huge dick into her chest cavity and doing the impossible with this famous babe. The lingering feeling in the top of his burrowed helmet came to a world stopping sensory overload and he held her down with all of his strength, exploding a fountain of thick spunk against her insides. Amy felt the heat travel deep and grabbed him by the balls, rolling them into her neck. He froze and she gulped, making him splurge her constricting, slimy warmth with more scribbling ropes, groaning into a new vocal register. Amy's neck collapsed around him, her body sealing shut and pulling him as far as she could. Those pretty lips nudged closer and closer to his pubes, tickling her nose. She felt his hands release and with a bit more to give, she stayed still, letting her body extract him until he was drained of the last drop.

Amy flipped her hair up and over to reveal her face stuffed with dick and pulled up, slowly suckling him clean until she burst loudly from the top, gasping for air one last time. He looked like the life was taken from his body and she got close, leaning into him and giving a kiss.

“Peanut butter with extra protein,” she smiled, “You’re a bad boy.”

“No, no,” he caught his breath, “You started this.”

Amy casually worked him up and down, kissing him again, “I finished it, too.”

He had nothing to say and sat there having experienced nothing like that before. He was a new man.

She had his chair pulled up and pointed, “Shower time.”

He didn’t argue and plopped down, letting her roll him into the bathroom. Amy had a massive walk-in shower that easily accommodated a few people. She turned the water on and the large jets from above blasted down while she assisted him to a transfer bench and kissed his cheek.

He looked up and watched her remove her shirt, revealing those hefty, creamy tits that he saw last night. She tossed her socks and leaned up against him, pressing her soft belly into his face. He roamed his hands up her thighs and took in that fat butt, grabbing on it. Just above was the most amazing pair of tits he had ever seen.



“Can you handle my panties for me?” she said with a look of pure lust.

Tim turned her around and was face to face with nothing but gorgeous ass and lace being buried between the cheeks. He put his lips to her back and lovingly nibbled and kissed on her dimples before putting the panties between his teeth. As they peeled away from her flawless skin, he ran his nose through the valley of her soft buns and when she was finally exposed, his face went flush against those warm globes. He nuzzled side to side to get deep and inhaled, breathing Amy’s essence. Tim went on instinct and pushed his fat tongue into her drippy lips, making her bend forward for more access. The pink folds were splitting for him and the invitation was accepted, sucking and bathing her in spit.

“Wasn’t expecting this but I’m extremely intrigued,” she said slowly, combing through his hair.

Tim was showing her the same love that she showed him and spread those cheeks apart so that he could explore Amy’s insides more intimately. He slowly lathered his face in warm delicious pussy juice, swirling and flinging himself against her hot walls. He wasn’t sure if he was doing the right thing until he heard the moans from above. Her grip was tightening and she was bearing down on her quivering clit with generous rubs back and forth.

“Keep going, young man,” she said with a laugh, “You obviously know what to do.”

He has read online that when a woman says you’re doing it the right way, you don’t ignore it and keep on, no matter how much your tired, inexperienced tongue feels. Oh, it was burning on the underside. He has never used it like this before. He accidentally spilled out and started slathering her hand, but once she quickly moved out of his way, he forced a full body shudder and he devoured her engorged peach all over.

“Mmph, fuck, baby!” she cooed.

Tim would happily plaster his face in never ending warmth if it meant he got to hear those heavenly moans. He was on the right path and Amy was pushing down against his head with her weight, greedy for more.

“Gonna...mmm!” she groaned, exhaling hard.

Amy stood tall and sunk every finger into his scalp and held on, sliding her big vanilla buns up and down the length of his face.

“Ugh, GOD!” she grunted, her legs shaking against his rock solid boner. She threw her hair back and erratically gasped into the air, creaming his mouth and letting it all go onto his forceful tongue. Amy shook violently, shouting obscenities at the ground and released everything she had.

“Huh?” she said. Amy heard something again, panting, “Yeah, baby?”

“You are so fucking hot.”

Amy came to her senses and felt the slapping against the back of her thighs and turned to lay eyes on his gigantic cock plowing in and out of his fist.

“Seeing that is even better in person,” she smiled, grabbing a bottle of soap.

Amy dumped the peppermint liquid all over her and splashed into the water to activate a quick bubble foam as she spread it around.

“How hot am I?” she grinned, looming over.

Tim couldn’t focus or answer the question. He was already bulging at the tip and ready to unload this massive tension seated deep in his balls.

“I’m gonna cum,” he told her, staring directly into her bright blue eyes.

Amy dropped to her knees and rubbed her soapy body against his legs. She cleared her chest with big swipes of her hands and let him jerk his huge boner between her big heavy jugs. He plunged his fist into her soft cleavage and smacked his flopping balls against her belly. She pushed her arms together and smushed it between her silky globes, lifting her chest up and down. He let go and grabbed the bench, groaning and sucking air through his teeth. Amy didn’t let his gaze go and she felt the torrent fill his long shaft before it splattered her face, ricocheting across her tits. He let out a massive sigh and unloaded a stream of spunk into her lips that slid down her chin and across her boobs. Pulse after pulse, Tim launched thick ropes across her chest until she was drenched.



Amy held them up and cuddled his aching dick slowly. “I told you they would look better glazed. Mmm, you and these huge loads.”

Tim’s head fell back towards her and he laughed upon seeing her splattered. “You did say it.”

Amy looked at him with a light smile, “When you get one, make sure you pay attention to your woman’s needs.”

With three monster orgasms in under 24 hours, he was on a mental high. He heard what she said but he didn’t get the message.

"We got things to do," she tapped his legs, "Let's get cleaned up."


Day 2: Late Evening

"Got everything, babe?"



Tim was getting situated in his seat and put his arms up wide across the back, giving her a smile and sporting his new shades. "All good."

Amy pushed the start button and the boat engine fired up, smooth and humming. She threw it in reverse and backed away from the dock before pointing them towards the gorgeous pink and purple sunset and getting them up to speed. They cut through the calm waters of her personal lake and he relaxed with the wind in his hair. Taking in the beautiful forest scenery, he eventually drifted to that powerful woman just in front of him. He ran his eyes up and down her back side, fixating on her thick thighs and ample butt. They both leaned into a long wide turn and off in the distance he spotted some sort of building.

"What is that?" he hollered out.

She killed power to the boat and turned around, plenty of distance between them and the shore. Amy stepped up to him and nudged his knees together before sliding up onto his lap and pushing her tight yellow top into his face. She tilted his head back and took away the glasses.

"You trust me?"

Tim let out a small chuckle and then realized she was dead serious.

"I'm old," she smiled, tapping his forehead, "I know everything that's going on in there."

"I trust that you know what you're doing," he said, giving her his full attention, "You wouldn't do this without a good reason."

"Good is subjective," she kissed his lips, "Sometimes life isn't fair and right now, you and I are taking some of it back. Is that wrong of us?"

He didn't answer right away and kissed her back, the area dead silent except for their breathing and the waves pushing up against the boat. Amy sat up straight and pulled away her top, dropping those big juicy boobs onto his face. His hands went for them and she snatched them quickly, putting them back down.

"I can promise you it was worth the wait," she said, kissing his cheek and chin.

As she started rolling her behind on his shorts, she put her palms on the deck behind him and let him push his face between her warm soft tits. Amy swayed her chest back and forth, slowly smacking him with the heavy flesh. She let out a soft moan when he caught a hard nipple between his lips and suckled it in, pulling her boob.

"Mmm, suck on 'em..." she whispered.

Amy took it away from him with a pop and leaned in with the other one. She watched it disappear between his soft lips and sighed down to him, feeling a deep throb against her butt. He slurped on that hard nub and she tossed her hair back, glancing off into the sunset.

"What is a fantasy of yours?" she said softly.

He finally let go of her tit and smiled, "Pretty sure you've been knocking them out one by one since I got here. I didn't even like peanut butter."

She pushed his head back and nibbled on his cheek, kissing on it before making him suck on her chest again.

"I wanted to fuck one of my teachers," he admitted in between suckles.

Amy laughed.

"Math? English?"

"Nah, gym teacher," he told her, "She was so pretty."

She leaned in and licked on his earlobe, "You have the biggest dick I've ever seen in my life. Why didn't you go get her?"

He shivered against her and pulsed into her ass. "Sometimes life isn't fair," he said, taking in her affection.

Amy was quick to push her hands between them and take a hold of him in his shorts.

"We could remedy that right now," she said, putting kisses to his neck.

His breathing got heavy quick and he was leaking all over.

"What's a fantasy of yours?" he asked.

"We are fulfilling my fantasy," she admitted.

"I'm either taking your virginity in this boat or I'm going to fuck your brains out in my sauna over there," she loved on him. "It's your choice."

Amy nuzzled her head on his and kissed on his ear again.

"The hotter I am, the more I can take."

She finally got his huge anaconda free and rubbed her damp bikini bottoms on it. "I want you to make me take all of this.”

He looked down and watched her rub the length against her belly, his leaky head just above her belly button. 

"Sauna," he blurted out.

"Yeah. I think so, too," she smiled, lifting away.

********

He was being helped through the door and there was just enough room for him to roll in and push off over onto a long wooden bench. Amy had his chair folded up quickly and closed the door, locking it and dimming the lights. A light ambient track could be heard all around him and it was already very warm.

"Did you design this place?"

He looked over the decor and admired her imagination for the serene feeling that washed over him.

"I did," she said.

Stepping up, she stuck her hip out and slid her hand into his hair, beckoning him forward. The link between them was more than complete and he instantly latched onto the bikini string without having to be asked. The knot was gone and he took it away from her with his mouth, leaving her naked. She took him by the waist and started shimmying down his shorts and made sure she let out a yummy moan the second he popped out against his belly. She wrestled them away from his ankles and tossed them into a corner.

“What are you thinking?” she smiled, posing for him.

“Too many things to count,” he admitted quickly.

Amy walked over to a basket that had an assortment of different oils and lotions.

“How's your physical therapy going?” she asked, picking through her collection.

“I'm not very hopeful at this point,” he said, looking towards the ceiling.

She gently moved each leg apart and let his gargantuan cock and balls fall down between his legs and licked her lips. “That's wonderful,” she said with a smile, but hurriedly looked up. “I meant down here, not your...you know...you know what I mean.”

He shook his head, a bit embarrassed by her constant praise.

Stepping over to their stuff, she pulled her phone from her bag and shuffled through some screens. He was curious now. Amy handed it to him and tipped the oil over, the little spout dabbing a trail across his long heavy dick. She coated it like a slab of meat, layering it back and forth, drenching it in slickness.

“Press play,” she said, putting the bottle down.

He did as he was told, but tried peeking down to Amy wrapping both hands around him.

“Watch it,” she said again.

Amy squished the oil between her fingers and started tugging on it. He was puzzled why she would make him watch the video of him jerking off for her. He kept on, watching his own hand bounce up and down on his long pole and he struggled to pay attention as she stroked him top to bottom just below the phone. Suddenly, he was spraying ropes in the video and it ended. He tilted it down and looked confused.

“Rewind it towards the end,” she said, slowing her hands and alternating her points of attack. She pressed down into his pubes and stretched his fat dick, forcing full hardness.

He finely moved the timestamp and watched his own cum fly off into the air again. “I dunno,” he said.

Amy put a big smooch on the purple helmet and smiled. “Stop looking at your big beautiful dick and rewind it again.”

It was hard to be frustrated with Amy of all people, but he brought it back and worked his eyes over the screen. The video ended and he brought it back again. Amy heard a gasp and let go, resting her hands on his knees. When he tipped the phone, her big grin was waiting and he had a tear fall down his cheek.

“My...my toes were moving...” he said, his hands shaking with the phone.

Amy carefully picked the phone with her oily fingers and dropped it into her bag, zipping it back up. She shuffled back between his legs and started laying small kisses on the tip, slowly making love to it. “They were wiggling against me during our breakfast fun,” she revealed, rolling her tongue across the fat top. He tried to process this whole thing while Amy was down there slurping oils off of his cock and felt a sudden heat washing over him.

“All of this,” Amy pointed at his huge boner, “usually isn't possible with waist down spinal injury.”

“They said it was all, you know,” he waved his arms, “hard to determine or pinpoint what would happen.”

Amy quickly pushed off of her knees and straddled him, forcing his shiny smooth boner between her big pasty cheeks. She grabbed him by the hair and tilted him back, putting a long juicy kiss onto him.

“I already called your mother,” she admitted, kissing across his cheek to his ear. “You're here with me until I fuck these neurons through you,” she whispered.

It was hard to see the uncertainty of what she just declared when her hot, oily, sweaty body was gliding up against his monstrous cock. Everything was happening so fast. Amy reached behind and took hold.

“You want me?” she said lightly, directly into his ear.

Tim nodded and felt a new feeling drape over his leaking head. Amy was gently nuzzling her gooey plump lips into it and spreading herself.

“I know I want you,” she panted into him, “I want this so bad.”

His mouth dropped as he was surrounded by an unknown warmth that suctioned to his large crown. Amy winced at the ridiculous girth and let him know it, sighing into him. That first inch sunk in and his hands were roaming her slick backside, finding her wide bubble and kneading it. Amy wrapped her arms around his neck and kept her mouth next to his ear, breathing slowly into him.

“You like my big butt, don't you?” she whispered. She received a nod and that's all she needed.

Amy's hips were sinking down into his lap and the more she gasped and shuddered, the deeper he wanted to go. The broad middle of his brick house of a cock was spreading her uncomfortably wide and she clinched on him.

“Feed me,” she whispered.

The ridges nuzzling down onto his shaft and the continuous pull on him were two of the best feelings he's ever had. He was absolutely stuffing her full and as horny as she was, she was taking the whole thing and it made him feel powerful. Wrapping his arms around her back, he hugged her tight and pushed downward, wanting her to take more. He came to an impasse and grunted, hitting it again.

Amy nodded into him. “Go slow, I'll stretch.”

He latched onto her ribs in a panic and lifted, emptying her and causing her to press her sweaty belly into his face. Amy laughed and threw her hair back to check on him.

“You're cute,” she smiled.

She wiggled her ass against the top and heard the plop as he slipped in. Amy's slick insides offered no resistance this time and she fell slowly, impaling herself on it. She interlocked her hands with his and exhaled hard, staring him down.

“It's so big,” she said, her lip quivering. “Ahh! Ahh...fuck,” she sighed, eyes fluttering.

Tim was worried about hurting her which delayed his orgasm by distraction. Amy's hips gyrated with the tiniest of movements, trying to get accommodated to so much. Her buns finally touched down against his thighs and she sat quietly with the full dozen buried inside. She could not be more gorged. Every movement was like rearranging her all over again.

“We're both learning today,” she said.

Tim let her go and filled his palms with her big slippery globes. She had amazing tits and he kneaded them in circles. He couldn't deny the commanding power she had over him, but it was mutual. He had control of her, as well. He ran a strong grip down both sides of her perfect figure and curved around her juicy butt before slapping one side.

“Bounce on it,” he said, unsure if she would obey and spanked it again.

Amy didn't hesitate and lifted high until she was no longer sitting and he clutched her waist, helping her slam back down. Amy's entire weight crushed into his legs and rattled the bench, forcing twelve engorged inches to cram deep into her. Amy's head dropped back and she let out a voice crackling moan, her legs twitching against his. He didn't have to tell her and slid his hands up, making her go with and he peeled her peach apart again, a loud thud booming the room. She was up again and crashed into his thighs. Amy snatched his hair out of desperation and used it as leverage to pull herself up, just to force all of that dick up into her guts.

“Gaawwd,” she slammed down, “Oh, gawd. Shit. Shit!”

Tim was in the zone. He had her tight by the sides and roughly pulled her up and down, feeding her like he was ordered. Every time he felt himself bottom out deep into Amy's tight succulent body, he felt a surge to his ego; he felt like he was doing something that no one had done to her. Those big booms were only getting more pronounced the harder she threw herself on his young dick. No one could hear them. No one. Ever.

Amy laughed and shook her head back and forth before crying out and pulling his head back while she started leaking all over his balls, coating them in fluid. Amy's legs shuddered and she dismounted, but he shoved her back down on it and started lifting her up and down, driving long strokes of meat to the hilt. Amy's eyes closed and her mouth fell open as she doused him again, squirting all over both of them. Tim didn't say a word and focused on making Amy get what she wanted. He wanted to explode, but he was determined to repay her for everything she had done so far.

She didn't skip a beat and sat up straight, finally regaining some composure. Amy slid her nipples through her fingers and ran her hands down her smooth tummy before resting them on his abs, using them to springboard herself on his big beautiful dick. Her hair draped across her face and he took in all of her gorgeous features, spending time staring at lovely cleavage and heavenly blue eyes. Amy was beginning to give it her all, dropping herself on it repeatedly. The wood started to squeak at the ends where it was bolted and that made her want to bounce faster.

“What's that, baby?” she said, barely hearing him.

“Turn around,” he ordered.

Amy stopped the onslaught on his thighs and weakly lifted away, his log pointing directly towards the sky with no sign of fatigue. She pushed his legs together and turned, presenting her fat bubbly ass before him. Tim went out quick and slapped it, making it shake in waves.

“Couldn't resist, could you?” she smiled.

Tim smacked the other side and then spanked it again, making her moan. He grabbed those cheeks and wobbled them back and forth before clapping on them again. Hooking into her waist, he made her sit down and sandwiched his huge boner between her red booty. Amy popped her hips and he held it tight, driving through her slippery valley. Much to her approval, he had it by the base, banging it against her bubble butt.

“Mmm, naughty boy,” she sighed.

For some reason it was instinct to smack his cock against her. It felt amazing to beat it onto her ass over and over, strengthening his arousal ten fold. Amy loved the feeling of him leaking all over her backside, smearing the hot liquid across her slick skin.

“Please get back on it,” he told her, desperate to feel her again.

Amy went up and he watched the aching purple mushroom squelch back in as she inhaled his cock. Amy slid effortlessly down to the base and was using him as a seat. Both arms in front, she filled her palms with his gigantic overflowing balls, juggling their smoothness up and down.

“Mmph, these are full,” she commented, squeezing them gently in her grasp. “I can fix that.”

He knew that she could and he spread his arms out wide, watching her press her hands up into her hair and turn to glance at him, blowing a kiss. He lined up a hand on her ass and beat on it causing her to rise and drop on it. He slapped the other side and Amy let out a colossal thud as she bottomed out. She pushed off of her planted feet and filled herself with cock, trying to quench that ravenous hunger. The view for him was unreal. The thick jiggling was to die for and it was mesmerizing to catch glimpses of her jugs swinging around from the sides.

“I love how big you are,” she sighed, throwing herself up and down.

The ultimate compliment in this moment. He didn't have a choice and slid his hands around her waist, helping her.

“Fuck me,” she said, louder.

He was using all of his strength to make her hammer down on his lap and groaned every time she swallowed up every fat inch. They were both so sweaty that it was difficult to hold on, but he went back again and again, bringing her down on it.

“Gawd,” she shouted, “I can't take this much d-nnggg...”

He couldn't catch his breath and roamed his hands all over her backside, unable to hold on anywhere. The burning in his lungs was worth all of this and Amy was wildly bouncing, her violent thuds tearing through the sauna. Tim finally reached up and grabbed her by the back of the head.

Amy was gasping towards the ceiling as he tightened his knuckles in her hair, helping her plunge that broad foot long into her sheath. Their bodies clapping together rang out, flinging sweat and arousal across the room. The bench crunched as Amy's thick frame fell, spanking her ass on his waist rapidly.

“Take it, take it, fucking shit, I'mgoingtocum,” he blurted out.

Tim's leg was shaking unknowingly to him and he was clamped around her neck with both hands. Amy's hands found his chest and she braced, fucking him with everything she had. Her hair fell into his face and he couldn't see, but it didn't matter. He shouted into her long red strands and Amy screamed out into the air as the volcanic eruption of spunk blasted her insides and drenched her cervix in thick jizz. Neither of them wanted to stop and Amy crushed her hips into his swiftly, feeling burst after burst into her depths. Both of them let out their frustrations vocally, moaning to each other as they came together. Those huge heavy balls unloaded splash after splash, splurting from the corners of her lips as he filled her tunnel to the brink, splattering it all over his thighs.

“Fuck!” he shouted, making her giggle.

Amy slowed, panting heavily and collapsed onto his chest, leaving him burrowed inside. He moved away some hair so that he could breathe and filled his hands with her chest.

“Jesus Christ,” she said weakly, sprawled out. “That felt wonderful,” she sighed. Her hips went side to side, flooding her body with shivers as she felt the globs sputtering out of her to a puddle that was rolling towards his knees.

Tim sank into the bench and felt that overwhelming sense of sleepiness washing over him. Amy was peeling away and lifted his legs onto the seat so that he could lay out. She crawled back to him and hiked her leg up across his waist, nuzzling into his neck. It wasn't long before the two were snoozing.


Day 3: Early Morning

His eyes fluttered open and he was staring at the open door to the sauna. He looked around for Amy, but she wasn't in the room and pulled the blanket away. With a slide to his chair, he slowly wheeled out and spotted her on top of a picnic table. He rolled out into the sounds of crickets and twilight ambiance.

“Thanks for the blanket,” he said, groggy.

“The one you didn't bring with you?” she smiled, turning away from her tablet. “It's chilly out here, silly boy.”

He was completely naked and didn't even think about it.

“Can you warm me up?” he said with a drowsy grin.

Amy got up and ran her fingers through his hair on the way by and came back with the forgotten blanket. She rolled him up towards the table and she slid into his lap, putting her silk bra and panties against him. With the blanket thrown out, she put her legs up onto the wood and he wrapped around her. Amy was gently pressed into his neck and looked out at the water, full of stars.

“I'm glad you came,” she whispered.

Tim tightened his grip. “I've came a lot, actually,” he mumbled.

“That's not even what I...you're not funny,” she said, biting his neck.

“I'm fart and I'm smunny,” he flinched, laughing.

“Treat'cha self,” he said.

“Treat. Yo. Self,” they said in unison, giggling into the night sky.

“Four in the morning and 'Parks' quotes,” she sighed, “What am I going to do when you're gone?”

“Arrange for me to keep coming back,” he said without hesitation.

Amy kissed his cheek. “I'm going to do my best, but this is our secret.”

Tim let out a small sigh, “Yeah, I know. I won't tell anyone.”

“But honey, people become suspicious,” she reminded him.

“I'm young, but I'll be careful,” he said, squeezing her hand.

Amy lifted away and filled her hand with his morning wood, catching him off guard.

“But I'm not young and I'm not being careful,” she said, serious in tone. “I'm being extremely careless.”

Despite the severity of their conversation, he was still pulsing between her finger tips.

“I didn't know this was going to happen when I came to visit,” he told her.

“Aren't you glad it did?” she said slowly. “Even if it doesn't last?”

Tim nodded and then realized she couldn't really see him in the darkness. “I really wouldn't trade these last two days for anything.”

Amy dropped his heaviness between his legs and closed the gap, resting her face against his. “We have to accept that this might not last after our week is up.”

“Yeah...yeah, I know,” he mumbled.

She pressed her wet mouth against his ear and let him hear her kiss loud and clear.

“Do you? Because I don't,” she said, her voice drifting back. “Everything is in our way.”

Tim felt a sudden slippery warmth on the top of his cock and sighed.

“Now if you'll excuse me,” she said between slurps, “someone needs me.” 

His head fell back and he smiled at the thought of what the week would bring for them both.

End.

[TLMorgan]

This story made me a fan of Amy Adams!! Hot stuff!

[Viri]

Hot fucking story, I love stuff with sending dick pics or nudes. It makes for great drama.

[Grobnar]

Really enjoyed this one. I’m not even an Amy Adams fan. Love their interaction.

[thenewcomer]

This story made me a fan of Amy Adams!! Hot stuff!

You weren't before? SHAME! 

[thenewcomer]

Hot fucking story, I love stuff with sending dick pics or nudes. It makes for great drama.

Glad you enjoyed it, Viri. I threw about a full month at it before I let it into the wild.

[Cadeauxxx]

Amazing story, I love the dialogue. Read it last night and was really enjoying sitting there and going through the back and forth talking. Made it feel real.

[thenewcomer]

Amazing story, I love the dialogue. Read it last night and was really enjoying sitting there and going through the back and forth talking. Made it feel real.

I'd call that goal accomplished then.

[John Connors]

Really great stuff there. The dialogue is believable and adds realism to their relationship.

And I too am now a new Amy Adams fan!

[thenewcomer]

Really great stuff there. The dialogue is believable and adds realism to their relationship.

And I too am now a new Amy Adams fan!

She's really great. Thank you, sir.

[Slyguy]

WOW!  Where to start?  This is truly phenomenal work.  The premise is interesting and unique, the dialogue/interactions made it feel so believable, hot and creative sex scenes and the lead up to it makes it that much better.  Stellar job.  Absolutely stellar.  While I am quite satisfied with the conclusion, is there a chance for a follow up?

[thenewcomer]

WOW!  Where to start?  This is truly phenomenal work.  The premise is interesting and unique, the dialogue/interactions made it feel so believable, hot and creative sex scenes and the lead up to it makes it that much better.  Stellar job.  Absolutely stellar.  While I am quite satisfied with the conclusion, is there a chance for a follow up?

The original plan was to make all seven days but IRL stuff was keeping me from staying focused. I went ahead and left it open ended if I get my time back to continue. Now that it's out there and I'm getting such an overwhelming response, I might continue where I left off or make a sequel.

Thank you so much, Sly.

[thenewcomer]

I've gotta say,, absolutely loved this story. The existing relationship between Amy and the protagonist seemed genuine and felt there was actual feelings there.

The sex scenes were really good and I enjoyed the teasing with the messages and video calls.

In regards to Amy, this woman is a goddess and there should be more stories for her. Loved her characterisation and description of her body, loved how you highlighted how good her butt is.

I agree about Amy and more stories. Simply not enough.

Thank you for the review. I didn’t want to put out anything less than my best for an Amy story. I’m glad it paid off.

[JenniferLove]

It was awesome! I loved to read it. Thank you for sharing!

[Alaire]

Another fantastic story of yours Newcomer, which I've only now gotten around to read.

Amy Adams is an all time favorite of mine and the way you write her just makes it all the more sweeter.

Only one suggestion and that is that you include some tags beneath the title.