When Wednesday arrived, Amanda rummaged through her closet, agonizing over what to wear. Mr. Reynolds had said to dress "youthful," but what exactly did that mean? The idea of dressing how he wanted made her pussy tingle.

After much deliberation, she settled on a pair of white cotton panties with little pink hearts on them, a matching bra, and a light pink Houndstooth ruffle dress she hadn’t worn in years and was surprised her mother hadn’t already donated. She slipped on the dress, surprised to find it still fit, though it was much shorter on her now than when she'd last worn it. She pulled her hair into pigtails tied with pink satin ribbons and slipped on a pair of white ankle socks and her old Mary Jane shoes. Looking in the mirror, she thought she looked a lot younger than her actual age, the perfect picture of youthful innocence - exactly what Mr. Reynolds seemed to want.

As she biked to his house, Amanda's stomach fluttered with nervous excitement. Part of her still felt shame at how eagerly she now anticipated these encounters, but she couldn't deny the thrill that ran through her as she approached his front door. When she rang the doorbell, her heart was racing.

Mr. Reynolds answered the door, his eyes widening as he took in her appearance. "My, don't you look adorable," he said with a broad smile. "Come in, sweetheart."

Amanda stepped inside, suddenly feeling very insecure in her attire. Mr. Reynolds gently stroked her blonde hair, running his hand along her pigtail before guiding her to the living room where the Wheel of Desire waited.

Amanda gazed at the wheel, eagerness and exhilaration coursing through her body as there were only two visible sections remaining and the question mark.

"Before we spin," he said, "why don't you show me what you're wearing under that pretty dress?"

With a coy smile, Amanda put a fingertip on her lower lip and pulled it down slightly, a pouty expression on her face. “You want me to show you my panties, Mr. Reynolds?” she asked in a bashful tone.

Mr. Reynolds' breath caught in his throat at her display of innocence. "Yes, baby doll," he said, his voice thick with desire. "Show me what a good little girl you are."

Amanda slowly lifted the hem of her dress, revealing her white cotton panties with pink hearts. She held the dress up, giving Mr. Reynolds a full view of her underwear and smooth, bare legs.

"Turn around," he instructed softly.

Amanda did as she was told, showing him how the panties hugged her small, pert bottom. She looked over her shoulder at him with wide, innocent eyes. "Is this okay, Mr. Reynolds?" she asked in a sweet voice.

He nodded, his eyes dark with lust. "Perfect, my dear. Now, why don't you come over here and sit on my lap."

Amanda lowered her dress and approached him, her heart racing. She snuggled herself on his lap. As soon as she was situated, he slid one hand up her dress caressing her bare thigh while the other played with a pigtail.

"Such a good girl, dressing up so pretty for me," he praised. His hand slid higher up her thigh, fingers brushing against the crotch of her panties. Amanda squirmed slightly at the contact. "Are you excited to spin the wheel?" he asked.

Amanda leaned into him and seductively whispered in his ear, “I’ve been looking forward to it all day.” She then hopped off his lap with a giggle and took her usual place on the sofa.

With a broad smile she flicked the spinner, watching with anticipation as it whirled around before finally coming to rest on "Fuck Pussy."

Mr. Reynolds smiled broadly. "What a wonderful spin, my dear. Can I assume that I will be the first man to fuck your little pussy?"

Amanda's heart raced at his words. Despite everything they'd done so far, she was still a virgin in the traditional sense. The thought of Mr. Reynolds being her first was both scary and exciting. "Y- Yes, Mr. Reynolds," Amanda answered softly, her cheeks slightly flushing pink.

Mr. Reynolds smiled, clearly pleased. "I'm honored you have chosen me to be your first. Why don't you come over here and we'll make this extra special for you."

Amanda stood up, her legs trembling slightly with nervous excitement. She approached Mr. Reynolds, who gently pulled her onto his lap. His hands caressed her sides as he looked into her eyes.

"We're going to take this nice and slow," he murmured. "I want your first time to be pleasurable."

He leaned in and kissed her softly, his lips moving against hers. Amanda responded hesitantly at first, then with growing enthusiasm. As they kissed, Mr. Reynolds' hands roamed her body, slipping under her dress to caress her thighs.

"Let's get you out of this pretty dress," he said, breaking the kiss.

Amanda stood, kicking off her shoes, and allowed Mr. Reynolds to unzip her dress, letting it fall to the floor. She stood before him in just her heart-patterned panties and bra, her body tingling with anticipation.

"Beautiful," Mr. Reynolds breathed, drinking in the sight of her. He unhooked her bra, exposing her perky breasts, then slowly slid her panties down, kissing her bottom as he did so.

Amanda stood naked and still as Mr. Reynolds undressed. Once he was naked, he wrapped his arms around her from behind, his erection pressing against her bare skin. He softly kissed her exposed neck then whispered, “Let’s head to my bedroom, I think we will be more comfortable there.”

Amanda moaned softly and nodded as he took her by the hand, and they walked naked through the house to his bedroom. Once there, Mr. Reynolds guided Amanda to lie down on the large bed. He positioned himself next to her, propped up on one elbow as he gazed down at her nude teenage body. His free hand traced lazy patterns on her skin, from her collarbone down to her stomach.

"You're so young and beautiful," he murmured, leaning in to kiss her softly.

His hand drifted lower, fingers brushing against her bare mound before slipping between her legs. Amanda gasped as he began to stroke her pussy, his skilled fingers quickly finding her clit. He circled it gently, building her arousal.

"I want to make you nice and wet for me," Mr. Reynolds explained, his voice low and husky.

Amanda moaned softly as he slipped a finger inside her, pumping it slowly in and out. Her hips rocked involuntarily, seeking more. Mr. Reynolds added a second finger, stretching her slightly as he continued to work her pussy.

"That's it, baby girl," he encouraged. "Do you like having me play with your pussy?" he asked quietly.

Amanda bit her lower lip as the pleasure built, she found herself spreading her legs wider, giving Mr. Reynolds better access. His thumb rubbed her clit as his fingers curled and moved inside her, making her see stars.

"Oh god, yes. I love it when your fingers are inside me," Amanda whimpered, her back arching slightly off the bed.

Mr. Reynolds quickened his pace, driving her closer and closer to orgasm. Amanda's breaths came in rapid gasps, her body quivering with anticipation of release. Just as she was about to reach the peak, he abruptly withdrew his fingers, leaving her aching for more. She moaned softly, her mind whirling as she softly gasped, “Please fuck me.”

Mr. Reynolds smiled down at her, his eyes swirling with craving. "Since you asked so nicely," he said, positioning himself between her spread legs. He rubbed the head of his cock along her wet slit, coating it in her juices. "Are you ready, my sweet girl?"

Amanda nodded eagerly, her body slightly shuddering with anticipation. "Yes," she whispered. “Fuck me.”

Slowly, carefully, he began to push inside her. Amanda gasped at the unfamiliar stretch, her inner walls clenching around his thick shaft. He paused, letting her adjust to the new sensation.

"Such a tight wet pussy," he groaned. "How does it feel, baby?"

Amanda whimpered, unsure of what she was feeling, "It feels... good?"

Mr. Reynolds continued to ease himself in, inch by inch, until he had fully penetrated her. He held still, savoring the feeling of her warm virgin pussy wrapped around him and giving her a chance to adjust to being completely filled. "You’re doing so well," he praised. "Such a good little girl."

Gradually, he began to move, pulling out slightly before pushing back in. Amanda moaned softly, the initial discomfort giving way to an intense pleasure as he established a gentle rhythm. Her hips began to move in sync with his thrusts, seeking more.

"That's it," Mr. Reynolds encouraged. "Move with me, sweetheart."

He quickened his pace slightly, his cock sliding in and out of her slick channel. Amanda's outstretched hands gripped handfuls of the bedspread as she bent her legs, placing the heels of her feet on Mr. Reynolds’ bottom. “This feels so good, keep fucking me,” she panted.

Mr. Reynolds increased his pace, thrusting deeper into Amanda's tight pussy. She gasped and moaned with each thrust, her body quivering with gratification. Her supple breasts bounced slightly as he pounded into her.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck," Amanda cried out, overwhelmed by the new sensations. “Please don’t stop,” she begged. Mr. Reynolds grunted with effort as he fucked her harder, his balls slapping against her with each thrust.

Amanda felt her orgasm building, a tight coil in her womb. "Oh god, Oh god," she whimpered.

"Cum for me, baby," Mr. Reynolds encouraged. "Let me feel that tight little pussy squeeze and milk my cock."

At his words, Amanda's body responded, her back arching off the bed. The intense pleasure that followed was like a tidal wave crashing over her, leaving her gasping for breath. A cry escaped her lips as her pussy tightened and released rhythmically around Mr. Reynolds' shaft, the feeling of the orgasm igniting every nerve ending in her body. It was an entirely new sensation for her, cumming from vaginal penetration. It was pure bliss, and she surrendered to it completely.

Her moans of pleasure triggered Mr. Reynolds' own climax. He thrust a few more times with increasing urgency before pulling out and stroking his cock vigorously. Amanda’s eyes were wide watching semen erupt from his penis, splattering warm and sticky on her belly and chest. He collapsed on the bed next to her breathing heavily as he watched Amanda slowly trace a finger through the mess on her chest and bring it to her lips to taste.

Amanda slowly licked the dollop of cum off the tip of her finger, her body still slightly quivering from the intensity of her orgasm. A mix of emotions swirled within her - exhilaration at the new experience, pride at having pleased Mr. Reynolds, and a lingering sense of unease at how much she had enjoyed being used by him.

Mr. Reynolds propped himself, gazing down at her with a satisfied smile. "That was wonderful, my dear," he praised, his free hand gently stroking her cheek. "How do you feel?"

Amanda stared up at the ceiling, taking a moment to consider the question. Her body felt both sore and satisfied in ways she had never experienced before. "I feel... kind of overwhelmed… but in a good way," she finally answered, a shy smile playing on her lips. "That felt so much better than masturbating."

Mr. Reynolds chuckled softly. "You really did seem to enjoy getting fucked." He leaned down and kissed her gently. "Why don't you go get cleaned up,” he said, pointing to the door to the bathroom, “and we’ll head back to the living room for another spin of the wheel if you feel up to it."

Amanda carefully rose from the bed, feeling a twinge of discomfort between her legs. She walked with unhurried steps to the bathroom, closing the door gently behind her.

Once inside, she took a few moments to examine her cum-splattered body in the mirror. She ran a finger through the sticky residue, bringing it to her lips to taste again. The tangy, salty flavor danced on her tongue as she savored the aftermath of having her pussy fucked. She took her time cleansing herself, relishing the sensation of the warm water on her skin. When she returned to the living room, Mr. Reynolds was fully dressed and waiting for her on the couch. He patted the cushion beside him, his eyes gleaming with desire and satisfaction.

"I must admit, I quite enjoy looking at your naked body," he said, causing Amanda's cheeks to flush with embarrassment as she settled onto the soft cushion beside him. "Are you ready for another turn of the wheel?"

Amanda nodded eagerly, any hesitation she had when he first introduced her to the wheel now replaced with a sense of excitement and desire. With a firm grip, she spun the wheel once again.