Date: Thu, 10 Jun 2004 21:04:02 EDT
From: Aliope@aol.com
Subject: Mandy Lighter-Beginnings

Mandy Lighter
By Hawthorne Copyright 2004

Disclaimer: The stuff that goes on in this story is totally normal. If you
think otherwise, you're a little prickhead motherfucker with the common sense of
cheez whiz. If someone tries to take legal action against you for reading
this perfectly sane and normal love story, you should GO LIMP and RESIST THE
OPPRESSION! In fact, rub their crotches. It gets their attention. Oh, and fuck the
rights to this story. It belongs to EVERYONE-who is me. Which is, uh, one
person at last count. Sorry. You take my work, you're oppressing me. Think about
it.


     Hello. My name is Mandy Lighter. I'm a 19-year-old Irish-Italian kid
from Brooklyn. This is the story of how I became the one of the world's biggest
porn stars in the space of ten weeks. It started when I was young. I was a
reader from an early age, a self-educated boy with a mind like a sparkling diamond
of intelligence. (Yeah, I know, yawn. -Auth.) Because of my addiction to
science textbooks, and my hatred of being interrupted while reading, I learned to
control my bowels to an amazing extent. No interruptions in the middle of the
chapter for the hateful tinkle or plopping stinkle; I preferred to endure
pain, which I could push to the back of my head for later experience, rather than
disconnect from whatever I was reading and miss losing an important point to
the mind-blazing stress of wiping my ass with toilet paper.
     So when I was 18, near my birthday, and I decided to give myself the
present of my first fuck, I practiced by using my highly developed ass muscle to
paint a detailed painting of Margaret Thatcher, whose claim to fame is a skin
more cracked out than the author of Harry Potter. Satisfied by the illusion of
realism, I moved on to a bigger brush.
     The man I had in mind I'd seen often in the gym on 18th Street. His
crotch had always looked like a baby's head to me-but he wore sweats, not shorts.
No free eye candy. Was the babyhead-bump his balls, or his dick, or a
combination of both? I'd seen a lot of dick in my day, but never done more with them
than a jerk or a few soft kisses. I wanted my first fuck's dick to be huge -
irrational, I know, but I have needs, you know? It took two tries but I managed
to maneuver to be in the steam room when he was there. Alone. Not one for
small talk I just walked up to him and showed him the hairy dick underneath my
flat, firm stomach. I wasn't a huge muscleguy or anything, more like a runner's
body but with thicker legs. Nice thick chest hair for a kid my age, and a bit
of beard. Tempting for anyone, and I was so horny I'm sure my pheromones alone
took him over and begged him to fuck me.
     He was a dark Italian looking guy. Hairy body, arms, and legs; his dick
was soft but ample between his thighs. High cheekbones, thick lips, but a
really strong goateed chin and wide forehead. Almost more Greek God-ish than
Italian.
     He started fumbling with my thick dick almost immediately, and I was
satisfied to see his hardon looked more like a construction worker's forearm than
a dick: rippling, a bit hairy, and with a big red lamp of a head glowing with
lust. I wanted it. I ripped out the condom I'd pinned to my towel (clever,
eh?) and rolled it quickly down his cock. We were in a dark corner of the room
so we could fuck without looking too obvious. I gave him no fucking chance to
resist. No foreplay. It was my first birthday candle and I was making my
fucking wish.
     I climbed up on the seat, legs on each side of him, and lowered myself
on the pulsing fire of his dick.
     It hurt. Oh, god, it hurt. But I'd played with myself often enough.
There was a place inside me which, I knew, if I touched, would make the pain melt
to ecstasy. Unconscious of anything but the need to get there, I used that ass
muscle like a hand, pulsing and pulling him further in, relaxing and
squeezing closer and closer to that one exciting, soul-destroying spot. All the while
I kept my eyes on him, his hot chest with the body hair rippling diagonally to
his brown , crumpled nipples; following the lines of his well-defined body
back up to his flushed and twitching face, hearing the moans of his surprise and
pleasure coming hard from his rough throat.
     So I was practically near cumming when he hit me! He hit my special
spot! Jesus god, I screamed, it felt so good, and suddenly the pain I'd felt from
his rod turned into this total PLEASURE at the weight of his cock twitching
inside me with desire. I squeezed it and he moaned, then gave this dog-like
growl and totally lost control. He picked me up, flipped me over, and put my back
on the wooden seat. He started slowly, rotating his cock into and out of my
hole, making me clench my teeth and shudder and shake. I pulled my legs up over
my head, bringing my hole in line with the curve of his cock, pulling at it
with my ass (which is NOT as easy as it sounds, even with my shit-controlling
bowels.) He pulled out, slapped my hole with his dick, then plunged it back all
the way in. Things seemed to swim around me. I felt him take it out, all in,
all out, all in, and it was totally tantalizing, like he was tickling this deep
thing inside of me. I wanted to be on him, in him. I reached my legs around
him and pulled him close, luxuriating in the smooth feel of the thick hair on
his ass.
     Remember I said I was well-read? Well, some of those stories had girls
saying things like:
     "Ride me, wild stallion! Pound me with your thick purple rocket shaft of
passion!"
     Which is what I proceeded to do. First fuck, you know? I thought it
really was what people were supposed to say, at times like this.
     He stopped and stared at me incredulously, then started laughing. His
dick slid out of my ass, still hard, and he fell off me onto the floor,
laughing. At that point I was so horny I was beyond reason. The sight of his ass in
the air where he'd fallen on the floor was too much for me. I had another condom
and I was going to use it. In a flash I'd wrapped and wiped and Captain
Lighter was going where, I found out later, no man had gone before.
     Simon (he told me later) was too far gone from laughing to care about
the pain - and anyway I was so overwhelmed by the feeling of his tight ass on my
tight dick that I was taking this really slowly, concentrating on every inch
of his heat as it surrounded my head, the thick veiny meat of my shaft, as the
curve of his ass cupped my balls. I pushed really hard as our bodies came
together, really wanting to be as far inside him as possible. He groaned,
completely stopped from laughing now, and only looked back at me over his shoulder in
wonder and surprise. I gripped his arms and started fucking him. I'd worried
about this part - it was my first time, yeah? Kept trying to practice with
pillows but it wasn't the same. Nothing could be like this. It was like my body
totally took over. I moved in positions I couldn't even think of, my body
holding his tightly. I felt Simon go limp as my dick humped deeply into his hole. I
kept rushing my hands all over his body, wanting desperately not to miss a
thing. This was beyond anything I'd thought of. He moaned in mingled pleasure
and pain, and his ass gripped my dick like I'd gripped his. I reached around and
squeezed his cock and was rewarded with a squeeze from Simon; I started
jerking him off and we were pounding and he was gasping and I was chewing
desperately on his hot, sweaty neck, his shoulders, his back, and suddenly like this
fully fledged porn star I slowed down just a bit, flipped my dick out of his
ass, skilfully plunged the condom off, and with a few thrusts came all over his
dick. He was feverishly pounding his own cock and the second the warmth of my
jizz hit his pumping hand, his cockhead exploded. I fell down on top of him.
"What's your name?" I grunted into his ear. "I'm Simon," he responded. "Mandy,"
I said, and then we just shut up and rubbed ourselves against ourselves in the
orgasm high.
     Then, quietly we stood up, wiped ourselves pointlessly with the towels.
"Weird nobody came in while we were screwing," said Simon, and I fell in love
with him right then. He's got this totally deep voice. You can feel it on your
skin when he speaks. "Yeah," I said, "must be luck."
     But it wasn't luck. When we left the room a huge black guy introduced
himself. He said his name was Tim and he was the security guard at the gym. He
said he'd seen us on the camera (illegal camera but I didn't care and still
don't), turned on a tape recorder, and run down here to see what he could from
the little window and prevent other gym customers from using the steam room. He
said we were the men he'd always dreamed about. We wondered what the fuck he
was talking about, but it became apparent as he took us upstairs. In the night
he worked at a gym; in the daytime he filmed porn.
     Well, our video we'd made that night went out the next day and became a
best seller in two weeks. Tim was happy and demanded a working relationship. I
made two more movies and two hundred thousand dollars. And ten weeks into my
porn career, I was the "best newcomer" and "best hot fuck" at the Amish County
Porn Awards. I even gave a speech with that weird hairy Ron guy who does
straight porn. I mean, what do they see in him? I've got contracts for four more
films and now I'm officially 9 1/2 inches. Simon and I work together in all the
films - it's a requirement. We're married now. And we still like to flip in
the middle of fucking.