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  A Devouring Night in Mantua

  Diane Collier

  Copyright 2012

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  Amanda Tucci was a lonely woman. She wasn’t always like this. Her whole life changed on February 16th, 2012. That was the day that destroyed her life and world. She had found out that her husband, now ex-husband, was leaving her after eleven years of marriage. Amanda didn’t know what to do, how to handle it, she was completely happy in her marriage. She didn’t even know there were any problems or unhappiness between them. Her separation and eventual divorce came as a huge slap across the face. It was way too late for her when she realized their marriage had issues, as the decision had already been made for her. After her divorce was finalized, Amanda still didn’t know what to do with herself. She woke up in the morning, did her usual mundane routine and tried to make something of this life that she now was forced to live…, alone! She asked her remaining friends on how to deal with this- new existence that she now found herself in. She had never been single for more than two weeks in her life. And for the first time in her whole life, a once imaginative, vivid, agile person, had become alone, empty and confused. Everything had become blurry in her life; she looked into the future and saw nothing but darkness. Her friends kept telling her to find what made her happy, to “do her” was the ongoing statement from her friends. There were days that Amanda just paced back and worth- from her living room to her dinning room, not really sure of what to do. All she knew was being a housewife or long-term girlfriend.

  With each passing day, she became more and more withdrawn, lonesome and isolated from the world. For her, being single wasn’t a good thing. Amanda didn’t know how to be single. Nor did she know anything about living a single person’s life. What made her happy, truly, down to the core, happy- was being a housewife. She didn’t know how to cook for one person. Whenever she’d cook when she was married, she cooked amounts that would feed a family of five. Most days, she just ate veggies and brown rice. When her ex-husband first left Amanda, she stopped eating and within the month, she had dropped fifty pounds. Now, some months later, she had gone from a size twenty- to a size four. Yes, she was now sexy, skinny and beautiful, it still didn’t comfort her. Amanda “How are you tonight”, he said to her. “I’m good thanks and yourself”, she replied rolling her eyes. Amanda heard these lines and chat lines thousands and thousands of times before. Amanda’s profile stated that she is looking for a relationship. Which, ironically, was something that she desperately needed. After about an hour talking to this dude, he finally decides to tell her his name. “By the way, I’m Bradley”, he said at the end of the conversation. Amanda chuckled lightly at the notion that he waited until the end of their conversation to reveal his name; as most of them, the guys, did. “Nice to meet you Bradley, I’m Amanda”, she replied typing fast on the keyboard. Then, just before the ended their conversation, Bradley asked an odd question, but not an unusual line from dudes to her. “Do you think it would be too fast to text message via cell phone”, asked Bradley? Amanda took a deep breath and thought for a mere moment. “Yes, sure, I don’t see a problem with it”, she replied. Bradley typed his cell number and it popped onto the opened instant message. Amanda grabbed her cell phone, which never left her side, and added his number into her contacts list.

  They said their good-byes and she closed the instant message, and signed off. She grabbed her things off her desk in her office and headed upstairs to the living room. Amanda thought about the conversation she had had with Bradley. Yes, she was forty years old, and her recent luck with men, wasn’t a pretty thing, there was something different about this twenty-three year old man. Yes, she thought, he was way younger than she was, but there was a deep sense of maturity about Bradley. So, when she got to the living room, she sat on the couch and grabbed her cell. She found his name within her contacts list, and sent him a text message. “Hello Bradley, this is Amanda”, she said in the message. “Hey beautiful, I left a good impression I take it”, Bradley’s said in his replied message. “Yes you have, and that’s hard to do now a days”, she said back. “Why’s that Amanda”, asked Bradley? She thought hard before she answered his question. Finally, after about five minutes, she replied to his text message. “Well”, she began, “the three men that I've dated recently have used me, for either money or sex”, she said as her thumbs vigorously moved about her cell’s keyboard. She waited for his reply. After about ten minutes, her cell chimed, indicating she had a text message. She grabbed her cell and touched the message icon on her screen. She stood there, in the living room, just staring at her cell. Her eyes were widened in shock. “Well, that cuz you haven’t met me yet”, Bradley said in reply.

  Six weeks later, after daily conversations, Bradley and Amanda got to know each other really well. Well, it was Sunday morning and Amanda was doing her usual repetitive routine, as she did every day. Just as she was cleaning the kitchen up from the previous night’s dinner party with friends, her cell, again, went off. She had some text messages awaiting her attention. Amanda dried her hands and grabbed her cell off the kitchen island. She fingered her way to her text messages on her phone. She noticed that one of the text messages was from Bradley. “Wanna hang out tonight”, he asked within his text? “Um, I'm not sure”, Amanda said in fear. “Stop being scared Amanda, and take a chance”, Bradley said abruptly. “Um, ok- yeah sure, what do you wanna do”, Amanda asked in reply? “Hang out and watch some movies”, he said. “Okay, do you want to come over here or what”, she asked him. “Can you come over here to my house”, he asked back? “Yes I can, I just need your address so I can program my nav-system”, Amanda thumbed back on her keyboard. Bradley messaged back his address and Amanda programmed her nav-system on her phone.

  It was around eleven at night, when she finally departed from her house. She was anxious and nervous. She had never been at someone’s house before, especially not someone from online. She popped into the car, and headed for the gas station to put some gas into her SS. Amanda set the nav-system and drove away from the gas station in the direction of the nav-system told her to. She drove, in the darkness of the night and sang, nervously as she drove. As she left the many lights of the city, towards her destination, the lights began to fade and darkness surrounded her more and more, until there was total darkness as she drove. And for the first time since she bought her car, she actually had to use her high-beam headlights to see as she drove, when she was about twenty minutes away, the darkness of night, completely surrounded her and her black SS. The stars, in the massive sky above, shown brilliantly and brightly in their positions in the cosmos. The houses become less frequent in their proximity to each other and more vast country fields and grasses were about. Amanda tapped her feet anxiously on the floor of the driver’s side of the car in eager anticipation of what was to come.

  Now she was only five minutes away from Bradley's house, she turned on the music and began to sing. Singing for Amanda was the way she used to calm herself down. As she stood there, at a red light, in a small village-type town, a text came over her cell phone. “When you get here, park as close as you can to the black Bravda in front of the garage; come through the garage door and down the steps to another red door. Come into that one, turn left and I'm in the room on the left. Take off all your clothes, except your panties and come onto the bed. Kiss me once and slid under the covers next to me”, Bradley said in his text to her. Amanda’s raced with lustful and intriguing thoughts of him and what was to come. Amanda pulled to the side of the road to
reply to his text message. “Well, there is a minor issue with that sweetie”, she replied. She sat there, on the berm, awaiting his reply. “DING”! The cell went as Bradley's text. She tapped her phone and brought up his message. “What’s the issue”, asked Bradley? “I'm not wearing any panties”, Amanda said blushingly and shyly replied. “Then just come into bed naked babe”, he said back. Amanda exhaled erotically and bashfully.

  Amanda pulled into the driveway of Bradley's house and parked in front of the garage as she was told to. She walked through the red door next to the white garage door. The garage smell of oil spoils, tools, engines and such that a garage usually smells of, when she looked to the right, and saw the descending staircase that led to the second red door indicated in the text message. She quietly descended the steps as the house itself was still, quiet and it was midnight after all. She grabbed the doorknob, inhaled nervously and then exhaled anxiously. Amanda opened the door and it squeaked as it opened. She looked about the basement for the entrance into his bedroom. To her left, a door way, leading to his bedroom came into her eyes as her eyes adjusted to the dim lighting of the basement. She walked into the room and over to the far left, she could see Bradley lying on the bed, watching TV. Amanda walked over to him as quietly as she could possibly do. She sat on the edge of the bed and he looked at her. Her heart raced rapidly; she was scared, nervous, exhilarated, shy and a host of other uncertain and lusting emotions.

  He grabbed the edge of her coat, looked at her and spoke. “You're still wearing these”, he whispered softly. “Take them off and lay next to me”, he added tugging on her jacket. She slipped onto the floor on the right side of the bed and began to remove her clothing. She shook and quivered in apprehension. One by one, she removed her layered clothing and put it on the floor beside her. She slipped onto the bed, trembling with anxiously. He took the covers that covered him and tossed them over her as well. Amanda snuggled up to his left side. She could feel the warmth of his body as she tried to get as close to him as possible. Bradley glared at the TV and wrapped his left arm around her shoulders and caressed her back. He then kissed her forehead with warm, moist lips. Amanda took her right hand, placed it on his chest and slowing moved it from side to side. His chest was fair toned and slightly covered with chest hair. He was young, a mere twenty-one years old. He took his right and put it on her left shoulder, nudging her over some from Amanda lying on her side. He grabbed under her chin, lifting her head to his. Bradley kissed her passionately on the lips and her body reacted to it. Then, without breaking his kiss, grabbed her shaking left hand and placed it on his already erected cock. He had plaid boxes on as he exposed them when he kicked off the covers that covered them both. His hard-on was hot to the touch, hard and stiff as a board, large and very thick. Amanda nervously closed her eyes and went with the flow of things. Bradley suddenly grabbed the back of her head, pushing it towards his harden dick. She began to lick and barely suck his manhood, when he suddenly pushed her head completely down on his boner. It slid completely to the back of her throat; she felt the heat that was coming from his cock in her mouth. She sucked and toyed with it. “Look at me”, he whispered to Amanda. She stopped blowing him and looked up into his eyes. In his right hand, he held a beer and was sipping on it. He then moved the bottle over to her lips. She shook her head no and whispered to him. “I don’t drink honey”, she told him. “Drink”! Bradley exclaimed pressing the bottle on her lips. “Open your fucking mouth and drink it”, he ordered her. Again, she shook her head no in decline. His eyes widened with a cross look on his face. Amanda opened her mouth somewhat and let the bottle enter her mouth. Bradley tipped the bottle up and the beer flowed into her mouth. It was warm-cool to taste and she drank from it. After the third swallow, he pulled the bottle from her mouth and took a drink himself. She held the last swig of beer in her mouth. She looked at him with a funny-yucky expression on her face. “What”! He asked her calmly. “Swallow it Amanda”, he boldly stated. She held her breath and swallowed the icky tasting beer. Her body shook with nasty-tasting quivers as the beer entered her body. He sat the bottle on the side table that was adjacent to the bed. He then looked back at her and pushed her off him. “Get on your back”, he commanded with dominance. Amanda laid flat on her back, both scared and petrified. She clenched her legs and thighs tightly closed as Bradley took off his boxes, chucking them to the floor. He looked down at Amanda who was covering her breasts with both hands. Bradley gripped her knees and pulled them apart. He slid up in between her legs and laid down on her. His body felt like a furnace pipe it was so hot. She didn’t know if it was heat from the situation or if he had a fever. Bradley, who was completely dominating, grabbed his, hard-stiff erected cock and plunged it deep into Amanda’s wet and tight vagina with force. Amanda moaned loudly from the sudden and rush of feelings, both physically and emotionally. He suddenly pressed his hand over her mouth preventing her from screaming and moaning aloud. “Shut up and be quiet…, not one sound”, Bradley commanded her as he pumped his cock in and out. Amanda could only shake her head in acknowledgement since her mouth was covered with his hand. Amanda, not being allowed to make any sound from him fucking her, could only hold her breath as he pounded her cunt vigorously aggressively. “You like my cock don’t you”, he whispered to her. Still holding her breath, she shook her head yes. “What”, he asked? “Yes, I love your cock daddy”, she replied in a moaning-whispering tone. “Oh babe”, Bradley stated passionately. “God I love your cock beating up my snatch”, she again fervently in a whisper. “Yeah, yeah”, he said back as he aggressively and assertively hammered and pounded that pussy even harder as she said that over and over again. The more she said it, the harder he hit it.

  Suddenly he stopped. He pulled out and flopped onto his back on the bed. “Ride me”, he said motioning to her. She tried to catch her breath, and climbed onto his dick that was still solidly hard. Amanda grinded her hips feverishly on his manhood, his cock, filling her entire pussy, kept bringing her close to orgasm. Just as she came to the point of letting her orgasm overtake her, Bradley would suddenly stop her. “Get on your knees”, said Bradley instructively. Amanda, eagerly obeying his lustful commands, got on her knees. He grabbed a handful of hair and led her backwards on the bed to his well maintained hard-on. With his other hand, he pushed her thighs wider apart while she was still on her knees. He slipped his dominating rod into her as he hugged her from behind. He groped her breast aggressively and tugged and pulled on them. As he did, Amanda arched her back with pleasure. Again, to prevent Amanda for loudly moaning, Bradley, once again, covered her mouth with his hand. He panted and groaned like a madman and he slammed it in and out of her. “I want to cum inside of you babe”, Bradley said as he tugged backwards on her hair and whispered into her ear. “Yes daddy, blow that hot juice all up in me”, Amanda whispered as she could barely catch her breath. “Yeah, you want my baby”, he said tauntingly. “Yes daddy, fuck me so hard that you fill me up with your baby making load”, she lustfully begged him. The more Amanda submitted to him, the hard and more aggressive Bradley became.

  Time and time again, Bradley would bring Amanda to the brink of orgasmic release, he stopped fucking her completely. Amanda, though she was so enjoying herself with Bradley, was getting a little pissed off that he kept stopped her for the big “O”. This was tormenting Amanda, and in some minute way, was making Amanda more aggressive and yet more submissive to Bradley. She was becoming engrossed in what was happening. She was letting things flow and it had engulfed all of her. Her emotions, her sensations, her desires and her fantasies, were all, in complete sync with one another.

  After three hours of intense, deep and orgasmic seduction, Bradley could fuck her no more. He wanted a smoke and a sip of his beer, which Amanda was sure it was warm by now. Bradley took a swig from the bottle and lit a smoke. He flopped onto the bed with his sweaty-wet body. Amanda, though exhausted of energy, sore but still sexually in heat, laid beside him on his bed. Both were breathing heavil
y from the hours and hours of relentless passion and lust that played out on his bed in the middle of the night. As he smoked his cigarette, he gestured to her. “I want you to be my girl”, he exhaustively said aloud. Amanda, not sure of what he said, did a double take. “Sorry”, she asked back in confusion? He looked at Amanda with seriousness on his face. He placed his hands aside of her head, making her eyes meet his. “I really like you Amanda, and for this point on, I want you to be my girlfriend”, said Bradley. A smile muscled its way onto Amanda's face, though, certainly scared to open her heart to another man after what her ex-husband did, simply smiled and said yes. Within mere seconds after she said yes, Bradley lunged about her. He embraced her with an uncontrolled fever of lust and desire. His cock, already hard, touched her quivering lady muscle and she softly moaned. He manhandled her aggressively like he had been overcome with an instinctual primal conquering hunger while he pumped her cunt with fiery passion. Amanda tried to arch her back and react to his commanding lust of manhood, but he had her pinned to the disheveled bed. “Daddy, if you keep fucking me like this, I'm going to orgasm all over you”, Amanda stated in a frenzied panic. “Go babe, I want that passion juice all over my throbbing cock that’s been pounding you raw all night”, he said in return. He kept hammering, keep pounding and thrusting his manly stick into her wanting her to explode all over him and his manhood. Bradley grabbed her ankles, stood straight upward, and pumped back and forth. Amanda seized his upper arms with her intensely shaking hands. Bradley, once more, made her come to the threshold of her orgasm. “I'm gon-gonna or-or-orgasm”, she said gasping exhaustively. “Let it go babe”, said Bradley, “just let that juice flow all over my cock”, he added as he continued to fuck her hard.

  All of a sudden, she dug her nails into his upper arms powerfully. Her head, pushing backwards on the mattress, her back arching and bending elastically, orgasmed and let her love juices flow all over the place. From Amanda digging her nails painfully in his arms, Bradley growled and snarled like a bear as she came over him and the bed. He let go of her ankles and she wrapped her legs around his sweating and soaked body as she continued to let her sexual release go.