the Girl with the Golden Pussy

THE GIRL WITH THE GOLDEN PUSSY

Amanda Clark was considered by all her friends and even her enemies to be one of those girls who didn’t “put out” except maybe the odd bit of oral sex here and there.

It was the Spring Dance that changed all that for pretty little Amanda. She was like way past her 16 th birthday when she was asked by Tyrone Johnson to the dance. The pretty dark brunette, with unusually large breasts for a schoolgirl in the junior class; did not hesitate for a second and agreed with the less than subdued immediate response of,

“Yes, Yes, Yes!”

The six foot Tyrone with the build of an interior lineman and long curly hair that actually looked a bit nicer than Amanda’s smacked his oversized fist into his other palm and exclaimed,

“We got game, girl!”

It was a style of speech that was still a mystery to the sheltered young girl whose parents would be reluctant to even admit that ethnic persons even existed in the suburban neighborhood outside of Raleigh, North Carolina. The housing mix was sufficiently inflated to preclude minorities from living in the “de facto” neighborhood. However, in a strange quirk of legislative meddling, the powers to be designated the district to be a target for racial equality. As a result, the quiet little high school became a haven for hordes of minorities seeking to actually receive an education from real teachers not the washed up “has beens” or “never was” teachers that populated the inner city.

Despite being in the South, Raleigh was more of a cosmopolitan metropolis and it had become part of the landscape to see “pepper and salt” couples in all public venues. Needless to say, that form of liberal thinking had not infiltrated into the Clark household as yet.

Amanda’s father was literally speechless when Tyrone showed up at the front door on dance night.

But both of them being ultimate PC people (Politically Correct), Amanda’s parents acted as if nothing was out of whack when the couple strutted down the driveway to the waiting limousine. In all likelihood, if their little Amanda showed up with a smiling female as a date, they would have all had a glass of iced tea to celebrate.

At the dance Amanda and Tyrone were not the only mixed couple on the dance floor. Strangely, the only individuals who even noticed were a couple of recessive gene rednecks scowling in the corner and several ethnically influenced females pissed off at losing yet another “brother” to the other side. The sheer size of Tyrone precluded any thought of mentioning the audaciousness of his playing in the white pussy playground.

Amanda was happy. This was about the happiest night of her life. She clung to Tyrone like a vine climbing a brick wall. When they played the kind of music where they were actually able to touch, she melted inside of Tyrone’s muscular arms and marveled at the size of the long rod rubbing between her legs right on her overheated pussy mound. She was pretty familiar with the structure of cocks. Her summer at music camp led to her playing more cock than flute with her pretty little lips. She had performed with gusto on all sizes and degrees of hardness but never had encountered a cock as big or as hard as Tyrone’s.

By the time they danced the last dance at the Spring Fling, it was very late. They headed back to the limousine, with the shy and very friendly Amanda burning to get Tyrone’s cock buried inside her mouth. The driver couldn’t see them because the shade was pulled down on the glass partition.

Amanda just fell back into the leather and let Tyrone do all the leading. Her desire for his cock in her mouth was obviously not his priority because the first thing he did was to remove her special dancing panties that didn’t rub her pussy or climb up inside her ass crack. She suddenly realized that this might be the chance for her to lose her virginity at long last. Right away, she started to worry about the consequences because she was the kind of girl that always looked at the “big picture”.

When Amanda saw Tyrone pull out his weapon, she lost all concerns about condoms, pills or anything other than her ability to be able to stretch enough to take it all the way up inside. She wished that she had been able to buy a decent dildo to practice on instead of the silly “Ariel the Mermaid” hairbrush that served her purpose. Tyrone looked like a half dozen “Ariels” all wrapped up together.

Her bare legs wrapped tightly around Tyrone’s hips and he bounced his hard cock on her shaved pussy lips in a way that made her tremble with anticipation. She wanted desperately to please Tyrone and prayed that he would enjoy taking her cherry.

It happened so quickly that Amanda never even felt a twinge of pain. Tyrone’s huge cock was fully seated inside her vagina and she had a feeling of being filled and stretched beyond her wildest imagination. Then, the heavily muscled football player started to pump her as hard as he could. Amanda lost all sense of time and balance. She just “hung on” and went for the nicest ride of her life. The next thing she was aware of was the handsome Tyrone grunting like a frenzied animal right in her ear and a sudden flood that hit her pussy like a dam had busted upstream. Her weak little whimpers seemed to spur Tyrone to shoot additional spurts of creamy cum inside her brimming pussy.

They kissed inside the car and Amanda walked up the driveway a bit unsteadily trying to keep all the liquid inside her. Her mother looked at her with a knowing eye and Amanda was forced to look down to the carpet awash in guilty sensations. Her father was already in bed and she could hear his snoring all the way out in the living room. Her mom handed her a pill and a glass of warm milk.

“Take this, honey; it’s a “morning after” pill. No reason to take any chances, right?”

When she woke up in the morning, Amanda saw a puddle of cum on her sheet. It must have leaked out overnight. She cleaned it up and went back to bed with her best friend, Ariel, the sensuously curved hairbrush. Ariel went right between her legs not up to her hair for a brushing.

It took a long time.

It took a lot longer than usual. But eventually, she felt the magic of the old feeling whenever she buried the brush deep in her pussy. She groaned so loud, she was afraid that she would wake her parents sleeping in on this rainy Saturday morning.

Amanda noticed the hairbrush felt a little heavy when she finally removed it. She clicked on the bed stand light and looked at the brush. For some reason, the color of the handle had changed from pink to gold. The weight of the brush had increased drastically. In fact, the handle which had just so recently been happily buried inside her womanhood seemed to be changed into metal. The very weight of the handle convinced her that her pussy had magically changed the plastic into gold.

There was no way she could tell either of her parents and she certainly was not going to tell Tyrone. It appeared that Tyrone’s copious load had made her pussy into a gold-making machine just like the goose that laid the “golden eggs”.

Being a bit of a science nerd, Amanda immediately started to experiment with various objects. In very short order, she soon had a golden toothbrush, a golden pen, and even a golden flute that weighed a ton. However, her finger was still normal, so it did not change flesh and blood. That took away the worry that boy’s cocks would be deterred from pleasuring her pretty pussy for fear of turning into solid gold.

It would have been a terrible price to pay for a moment of pleasure.

Amanda wrote down the steps that led up to her remarkable discovery. She knew she had to have constant intake of Tyrone’s special creamy cum. That seemed easy enough providing her pussy stayed relatively tight and she made herself available for him for fill-ups. The second thing was to use the same pill that her mother gave her. That might prove a bit tricky because she would have to let her mother know she was “taking it” from Tyrone on a steady basis. Lastly, she felt it was important for her to spray her juices internally and keep the entire mixture inside for the entire night.

Her experiments proved that metal objects and plastic worked the best of all. Anything of a living cell nature was not affected at all. After only a few short weeks and 20 pills later, Amanda had accumulated a treasure chest of gold under her bed that would finance her entire college education and probably graduate school as well.

Everything started to go downhill when Tyrone suddenly started to prefer sticking his huge cock up her tiny little brown eye. The first couple of times, Amanda just put it aside as “trying out new things” but when the big lineman started to make it a habit, she knew her gold production project was in serious trouble.

Tyrone eventually gravitated to the Jordan twins, a pair of 17 year old twins who had been featured on Miss Teenage Jet model search and aspiring to be a beach volleyball sensation. Those 2 girls were so anally fixated that Tyrone couldn’t decide which sphincter was the tightest. If he could have married them both he would have but he settled for the one with the biggest boobs and kept the other sister for “back-up” in the spare bedroom.

Amanda had the gold melted down and appraised by a dealer who offered her $752,500 for the entire collection. She put it into an interest bearing annuity and set it up to be tax-free for purposes of educational expense. Whatever was left over would have to be paid at the normal taxable rate.

Her mother was happy that she did not need the “morning after” pill anymore and never asked any questions about Tyrone.

Everything was back to normal and Amanda scarcely missed the energetic poundings Tyrone had given her pussy and how she had been transported into a world of orgasmic pleasure. She did not miss the anal poundings in the least little bit. Tyrone was a bit too large for comfortable ass pounding for any teenaged girl with an average sized rear-end.

She decided to go back to the adult store where she had made several purchases of anal beads. They had made perfect gold nuggets when she crammed them up deep inside her vagina.

The Chinese man behind the counter recognized her immediately and brought out a string of “special” beads for her. She saw that they were longer and bigger than the previous ones.

“Here is a nice necklace of pleasure for little missy. You are certainly one fine ass stuffing girl.”

The old man was giggling at his own weak joke. Amanda didn’t think it was funny because she had no intention of stuffing the “ass busters” in her tiny pucker hole.

“I need a jumbo dildo, preferably black. It should be about 10 inches long and 4 inches around. I want one with a realistically shaped head so I can feel the ridges of the bulb when it slides through my pussy lips.”

The old Chinese man twisted his moustache and licked his lips in appreciation of the visual implant.

“Listen to me, little missy, Chan will gift you the beads if you just show him how you push up your pretty little bottom.”

Amanda just laughed at the thought and didn’t take the old man seriously until he said,

“Chan will also give little missy $300 dollars if she show his friends her technique in the private room.”

Now Amanda’s attention was aroused. The success with the gold in her pussy had made her a bit greedy for new money-making ventures.

“Listen, you dirty old man. I will do it if you throw in your most expensive dildo and let me take the beads in my pussy instead of my ass.”

Chan stroked his non-existent beard and replied with a chuckle.

“Very good, missy, I call my friends and you give us good show. Go pick out the dildo you desire.”

An hour later, Amanda walked out of the adult store with the beads still firmly inserted in her quivering pussy. She also had a beautiful black dildo which was on sale for $59.99 and $300 dollars in twenty dollar bills. Mr. Chan had arranged a Saturday matinee for her on the promise that next time she would take the beads up her brown eye and the holder of the “lucky” ticket would have the pleasure of lubricating her pucker hole and inserting the full chain into her teenaged buttocks. The fee was upped to $500 dollars and she would be allowed to pick out an additional $100 dollars of merchandise.

Amanda did not want to admit it to herself but the prospect of the adventure made her pussy leak every time she thought about it. She knew she would “get off” and make a whole lot of tax-free money as well.

Chan had even mentioned to her the possibility of putting the entire show on a video cam for viewers at $3 a minute. She told him it was OK with her as long as the camera focused on her ass and pussy and not on her face. All she needed was for her fuddy-duddy parents to see her on a sex tape before she graduated.