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  MY LITTLE PUSSY COLLECTION #1

  by

  Jean-Luc Cheri

  AMAZON EDITION

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  Eradygm Publishing on Amazon

  My Little Pussy Collection #1

  Copyright © 2013 by Eradygm Publishing

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  Note: This story contains sexually explicit material, and is intended only for persons over the age of 18. By downloading and opening this document, you are stating that you are of legal age to access and view this work of fiction. All of the characters involved in the sexual situations in this story are intended to be 18 years of age or older, whether they are explicitly described as such or not.

  Table of Contents

  My Virgin Little Pussy

  My Horny Little Pussy

  My Wet Little Pussy

  My Shaved Little Pussy

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  Book descriptions:

  My Virgin Little Pussy – Eighteen-year-old Amanda is a upstanding religious girl who wants nothing to do with sex. But when a traveling salesman stops by with some sexual products, Amanda feels like she has something to prove, and accepts a challenge between her faith and his toys. Little does she know she’s about to have a whole new world opened to her – a world of sexual debauchery.

  My Horny Little Pussy – Eighteen-year-old Amanda has just lost her virginity, and wants to share the news with her best friend, Robbie. The two of them plan on spending the day together at Robbie’s house, but Amanda has her own secret plan – to introduce her friend to the joys of sexual pleasure.

  My Wet Little Pussy – Eighteen-year-old Amanda needs a new vibrator, so she visits the local sex store. On her way home, a fierce storm hits, and she has to take cover. Turns out the house belongs to her History teacher, and he invites her in. It doesn’t take long before her new-found sexuality takes over, and she sets her sights on seducing the older man.

  My Shaved Little Pussy – Eighteen-year-old Amanda goes shopping for some sexy underwear, and runs into Kendra, an old nemesis. But the two discover they have more in common now, and decide to go to Kendra’s house. There, Amanda’s new friend teaches her the art of shaving, and the two sexual dynamos explore a part of themselves they never had before.

  (28,404 words / 114 pages)

  Hi, my name is Amanda Lace and these are real stories about my life. I used to be a good girl, and did what my parents wanted me to do. But all that changed, and now I do what my little pussy wants me to do. And it wants me to do a lot, so there’s more to write about every day.

  While the stories may be true, I had to change some names so I don’t get some people in trouble. But the rest really happened. Oh, and they tell me I’m not allowed to write about girls having sex before they’re eighteen, so all this stuff happened to me after I turned eighteen. I swear.

  My Virgin Little Pussy

  This story is about how a chance encounter changed me from an innocent virgin, into an insatiable nympho. Hope you enjoy it. It happened soon after my eighteenth birthday…

  Ding-dong!

  I looked up from my Bible to the front door. That pesky doorbell, always interrupting me when I’m busy. I was just getting to the good part. I carefully placed my ‘Got God?’ bookmark between the pages, closed the book, and set it on the coffee table. Standing, I smoothed out my knee-length skirt, brushed my fingers through my long and curly blonde hair, and headed for the door, wondering who it could be. Maybe it was the UPS man delivering my order of ‘Are you Saved?’ balloons I had ordered for the Concerned Christians meeting next week.

  But when I opened the door I was disappointed. Instead of the UPS guy, it was just some man holding a suitcase. And he wasn’t really a man, just a guy who looked to be a few years older than me.

  “Can I help you?” I asked.

  “Um, hi,” he said, as his eyes traveled up and down my body, a typical response from guys. It used to bother me, but now I just saw it as an opportunity to save another soul.

  “Um,” he said and then began talking as if he had memorized what he was saying. “Hello, my name is Justin, and I’m here to represent Leisure-Time Products, and I was wondering if I could come in and show you all the fine items we have available.”

  I gave him my best God-loves-you smile. “No thank you. Have a nice day.” I began to close the door.

  “Wait,” he said, blocking the door with his foot. “There’s more, um, I mean... I am happy to announce that if you listen to my presentation, you will receive a free gift.”

  “Free gift? What is it?”

  “I’m sorry, but the nature of the free gift is such a wonderful surprise, it can’t be revealed until the presentation is complete.”

  I smiled again. “No thank you.” But when I tried to shut the door, he reached out and grabbed it.

  “Hey, um, can I ask you a favor?” His voice had lost its official tone.

  “What is it?”

  “Look, I’m trying to raise money for college tuition, and this is my first day selling this stuff, and as you can see, I’m not very good at it. I was wondering if you could help me out. You don’t even have to buy anything.”

  Helping people was my duty. I smiled again. “What can I do for you?”

  “Could I, like, practice my presentation on you? It’ll just take fifteen minutes. Like I said, you don’t have to buy anything, and you’ll get the free gift.”

  I studied him for a moment. He seemed like an honest guy, and he was very cute. Maybe I could pull out my Bible and give him my presentation too.

  “Come on in,” I said, opening the door wide.

  He carried his suitcase into the room and laid it on the coffee table. “Thank you so much, um...”

  “Amanda.”

  “...Amanda. Nice to meet you.”

  “Nice to meet you too, Justin.”

  He looked at me in surprise. “How’d you know my name?”

  “Um, you told me as part of your spiel?”

  “Oh, that’s right. I have that so well memorized, I forget what I’m saying.”

  I grinned. This guy was pretty sweet. I liked the way his long dark hair curled down around his shoulders.

  “Well, Amanda, if you’ll have a seat on the couch, I’ll begin.”

  I sat down opposite the closed suitcase, wondering what was inside. When I crossed my legs, I noticed him sneaking a glimpse. Guys, they’re so predictable.

  “Um, I’ll start now,” he said, and then he was back to the official tone. “Mrs. Amanda, welcome to the world of Leisure-Time Products, where our goal is to make the world a more pleasurable place, one woman at a time. Tired of your hum-drum life? Tired of taking care of kids all day? If so, we have the solution to your monotony. We can change a ho-hum afternoon into an exciting and memorable getaway. Are you tired and listless when your husband comes home from work? Our products will turn you back into those frisky newlyweds you used to be.”

  He stopped and said, “Um, some of that is for, like, housewives. I’m not saying you have a husband and kids.”

  I grinned. “Got it.”

  “How am I doing?”

  “So far, so good. You have me curious about what’s in the suitcase.”

  He smiled. “Th
anks.” The official voice returned. “So, Mrs. Amanda, are you ready to behold the magic of Leisure-Time Products?”

  “I’m ready.”

  He reached down and unsnapped the latch, then opened the suitcase so that it transformed into a small display case, showing various items.

  It took a moment for my eyes to focus, and for my brain to engage. But when they did, my mouth dropped open in shock.

  The suitcase was filled with all kinds of sex toys. I had heard of such things, but had never seen any in real life. There were vibrators of all kinds, some made to look like penises, and others plain cylinders. And there were other things that I couldn’t figure out what they were for.

  I stood and put my hands on my hips. “Get that out of my house.”

  He gave me a startled look. “What?”

  “You heard me. Get those filthy things out of here.”

  “They’re not filthy. They’re fresh from the factory, and never been used.”

  “They are an abomination!”

  “No, they make housewives happy. My manager, Mrs. Weller, showed me how they work, and she seemed pretty happy.”

  “That’s sick.”

  “No, she really liked it, and I could tell she wasn’t just acting.”

  I stopped and thought for a moment. I was looking at this the wrong way. This was an opportunity to set this wayward boy back on the right path. It wasn’t just coincidence that brought him to my door. He was sent to me for a purpose.

  “Justin, have a seat beside me.”

  I sat down, and he sat on the couch cushion next to me.

  I placed my hand on his knee. “There are moral people, and immoral people, and moral people do not use these kinds of things.”

  “Why not? There doesn’t seem to be anything wrong with feeling good.”

  “Feeling good like that should only be shared between a husband and wife.”

  “What if you’re not married?”

  “Then you should wait until you are.”

  “That seems like a long time to wait.”

  “Waiting a few years is better than an eternity of regret, don’t you think?”

  “Mrs. Weller seemed to really enjoy it.”

  “Of course she would. She doesn’t have faith to keep her strong.”

  “I thought she was a nice lady.”

  I smiled. “Nice, and being strong in faith aren’t the same thing.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I mean, nice doesn’t prevent abominations like this from affecting you.” I waved my hand at his wares. “But faith does. Things like this have no effect on those who really believe.”

  He gave me a puzzled look. “Nah, I can’t believe that.”

  I smiled and squeezed his knee. “It’s true. Matters of the flesh don’t concern us.”

  “Are you saying that none of this stuff would affect you like it did Mrs. Weller?”

  I chuckled. “Of course it wouldn’t.”

  He shook his head. “Nope, not buying it.”

  I tried to hide my annoyance at his doubt in my faith. “Justin, perhaps you’ve never met a real Christian before?”

  “Prove it then.”

  My annoyance grew, and I shook my head. “God doesn’t need to be tested.”

  He grinned. “Sounds convenient.”

  I forced my smile. “No, I’m speaking the truth.”

  His grin widened. “Prove it.”

  I glared at him. “I don’t have to prove anything to you.”

  He chuckled. “Hey, don’t get mad. I’m just saying I don’t believe it.”

  “It’s true.”

  “Then show me.”

  I was feeling very un-Christian-like at the moment, as my anger got the best of me. This guy was being a jerk, even though I was nice and invited him in. Why couldn’t he just believe me? Of course I wouldn’t lie.

  “No.” I replied.

  “Fine then.” He smiled and patted the hand on his knee. “I guess I’ll go on disbelieving. Thank you, Amanda, for inviting me in and letting me practice.” He stood up and began closing his suitcase.

  “Wait.”

  He stopped and looked at me.

  “You really don’t believe me?”

  He smiled. “I’m sorry.”

  “Then I will prove it to you.”

  He sat back down, and I saw uncertainty creep back into his expression. “How will you prove it?”

  “You can pick any one of those things, and I’ll try it. You’ll see, it won’t affect me.”

  “Really?”

  “Yes, but there’s one condition.”

  “What’s that?”

  “Once I prove it to you, you have to attend my Concerned Christians meeting next week.”

  He thought for a moment. “Ok. And what if it does affect you?”

  “It won’t.”

  “But what if it does?”

  “It won’t, but theoretically, what would you want?”

  His eyes ran up and down my body. “You.”

  “Me?”

  “Yes. I want to see you naked.”

  My eyes opened wide. “No! I can’t allow that!”

  He smiled. “Then you have nothing to worry about, since it won’t affect you, right?”

  I folded my arms across my chest. “Yes, that’s right.”

  “So is it a deal?” He held out his hand.

  “Yes.” I placed my small hand in his.

  He leaned over to look into his chest. “I get to pick, right?”

  “Yes, but you’re wasting your time. Nothing in there is stronger than my faith.”

  He moved things around a bit, and then pulled out a colorful box. “Perfect,” he said, then opened it, pulling out what looked like a pair of black panties. “Here, put these on.”

  I took the panties from him and held them up. “You want me to wear these?”

  “Yes.”

  “Why?”

  “You’ll see.” He gave me a mischievous grin. “Unless, of course, you want to get naked right now.”

  I stood and glared at him. “This is going to be easier than I expected.” I waved the panties. “These are nothing.” I went into the downstairs bath and closed the door.

  Alone, I examined the panties closely. They were just a normal pair of black panties. The only thing odd about them was a small roundish object that had been sewn into the material at the top of the crotch. I squeezed it, and it felt hard and smooth.

  Lifting my skirt, I pulled down my white cotton panties, revealing the curls of my blonde pubic hair. My fingers brushed through them absent-mindedly as I studied the black panties again. I had nothing to worry about.

  But as I pulled them up my legs and stretched them over my hips, feeling them snug against my mound, I felt a small shiver of apprehension as the hard object nestled against the top of my vaginal cleft. Lately, there had been several nights where I couldn’t get to sleep because of impure thoughts running through my mind. And that particular spot had tried to tempt my fingers into touching it. But I had resisted, reciting Bible verses over and over in my mind until I fell asleep.

  As I smoothed down my skirt, I felt the weight of the object pressing against me. But to my relief, it was hardly noticeable, and I knew then I was going to win this bet. I knew it.

  I opened the door and went back out into the living room, where Justin was sitting on the couch waiting for me.

  I lifted my arms and performed a slow twirl, then grinned at him. “See? I have it on and it’s not affecting me at all.”

  He smiled. “I haven’t turned it on yet. Have a seat.”

  I sat down beside him, curiously examining the small white plastic box he held in his hand. It had a button and a dial on it. “Turned on?” I asked.

  “Yeah. This is the remote control for the panties.”

  Doesn’t matter, I told myself. There’s nothing he can do to–

  He pressed the button, and suddenly the object in my panties began to hum softly,
vibrating gently against my sensitive skin. My mouth opened in surprise, and I almost gasped. He turned to look at me, but before he could, I forced a stoic expression onto my face, and gave him a slight smile.

  “Feel anything?” he asked.

  I forced my face into a curious expression. “No. Is it on?”

  He tapped it a few times against his other hand. “The red light is on, so I guess it is. You sure you don’t feel anything?”

  I shook my head, holding my smile in place.

  He tapped it a couple more times, and then turned the dial up to the one-quarter position. The vibrations immediately increased, and I felt jolts of pleasure firing off inside of me. Oh my god.

  I tried to mentally quote Bible verses, but none were coming to me at the moment. I fought hard to maintain my breathing, and keep the calm expression on my face.

  “Anything now?” he asked.

  I shook my head again.

  “You sure?”

  “Nothing,” I replied, hoping my voice didn’t betray me.

  “Shhh,” he said, then cocked his head. “Do you hear that?”

  “No.”

  He leaned over and placed his ear near my lap. The room was quiet, and I could hear the soft buzzing.

  “I can hear it,” he announced. “It is working.” He leaned back up and looked closely at me. “You can’t feel that?”

  The soft buzzing was flowing through me like a warm, wet wave, but I fought for control. “Maybe a little. But it’s so light, I wasn’t sure.”

  I realized after the words came out of my mouth, it was the wrong thing to say. His fingers moved to the dial. “Then let’s turn it up until you do feel it.” He adjusted the dial to half power.