The following is a preview of an amysconquest.com exclusive.  In Amy’s Conquest Side Story 2, Amy and her mom Elizabeth Hardstone head to college to "meet and greet" the faculty during Amy's freshmen orientation. Amy shows her mom just how much she's grown up - the two ravish the faculty together!

            Part 1 of the story is below in its entirety.  Parts 2 and 3 (wherein the women ravish two additional faculty members – the smallest librarian the women have ever seen and a football coach as big and muscular as the women themselves) are exclusively available at amysconquest.com  When you order the story, you will receive a PDF featuring parts 1-3 with 15 illustrations, as well as access to an art gallery.

Amy’s Conquest Side Story 2

Part 1

Elizabeth Hardstone’s black BMW sped down the interstate.  Her super muscular body filled up the front driver seat, as she effortlessly shifted between gears and whizzed around traffic.  She looked across at her equally super muscular daughter, Amy, who was likewise filling up the passenger seat.  Wearing a red t-shirt, the letters USC were stretched tight across the 18-year old’s DD breasts.  Amy had the window open and her blonde pigtails were flapping in the breeze.

Elizabeth looking at Amy’s face with concern.  She didn’t look too happy.  “Is there something wrong, honey?  I thought you were looking forward to freshman orientation.”

                Amy’s face shifted.  “Oh, I am mom.”  She looked out the window.  “I’m just going to miss Jessica.”

Elizabeth switched lanes.  “I know you’re going to miss your best friend, honey.  It’s a shame you two couldn’t go to the same school.  But I’m sure you’ll meet all kinds of new friends at college.  Besides,” she smiled, “can’t you keep up with her on that site you two use?  What’s it called… OurSpace?”

                Amy’s eyes perked up a little and she smiled.  “Yeah, that’s true.  Jessica’s always updating her page.  She has a pretty big following.”  She paused and giggled,  “I do too.”

Elizabeth sighed softly.  “Wish that site was around when I was your age.  I think I would have used it a lot.”  Her thoughts wandered, remembering her own past “conquests”.

                “Oh, I’m sure you would have, mom.”

Elizabeth’s thoughts drifted back to the present.  “By the way, the first thing we need to do when we get there is work out this financial aid thing.  I thought you were getting full compensation.”

                “I was supposed to.  Full sports scholarship,” Amy said.

                “For what sport?  You play so many.”

                “Wrestling.  Originally, when I got the grant letter it seemed ok.  Now they’re denying it.  I don’t know why.”

                “Well, we’ll visit the financial aid office first thing.”  The car sped around more traffic.

“You know,” Elizabeth said, “it doesn’t look like you are expecting to get homesick.  Did you have to pack everything in your room?  We could barely fit all the suitcases in the car!”

                Amy laughed.  “Sorry mom.  Just wanted to make sure I brought all my outfits.”

                 “Don’t tell me you brought that… schoolgirl outfit?”  Amy looked at her mother and smiled sheepishly.  Her mother groaned.  “Amy Ann Hardstone, when are you going to get rid of that thing?  It’s high time you grew up.”

                Amy laughed.  “Sorry, mom.”

                “Well, just be sure to wear the other clothes we bought you.  You’re almost 19.  Time to start dressing less like a little girl and more like a college freshman,” she said authoritatively to her daughter, patting her pigtails and smiling.

                “I will, mom.”

Elizabeth exited the interstate.  Signs started passing by with the letters “USC” and soon they pulled up to the guard station.  The guard walked over to the driver side window and looked down at the two beautiful women in the front seats, both smiling up at him.  His eyes then stared down at Elizabeth’s incredible cleavage, all the more evident in a tight blouse that had more than its fair share of buttons undone.

Elizabeth looked up at him with her beautiful eyes.  “Hey there, handsome.  I need an all-day parking pass…”

***

                Amy and Elizabeth carried Amy’s suitcases as the two made their way across campus.  Their beautiful faces and statuesque, 6-foot figures drew plenty of attention from the male (and some female) freshmen and faculty they passed.  The women would occasionally whisper to one another.

                “They have a nice variety here,” Elizabeth said quietly, licking her lips.  “Average-sized guys, little guys… even the occasional musclehead.”

                “Yeah,” Amy whispered back, “but I haven’t seen anyone bigger than me here,” she smiled. 

                Her mom smiled back.  “Well, I don’t think you’re going to find too many guys bigger than you, honey.  But I’m sure you’ll find a couple your size eventually,” she laughed.

They walked through the door of the financial aid office and talked briefly with the receptionist.  “The Hardstones are here to see you, Mr. Stark,” she said.  “Send them in,” they heard over the speakerphone.

The two walked down the hall with Amy’s suitcases and into a large office.  Beautiful mahogany furniture and exquisite paintings adorned the walls.  There was even a private bathroom off to one side.

Mr. Stark barely looked up from his paper at the two walked in.  “Please come in and close the door,” he said.

                As he heard the door click, he looked up and saw the two tall, beautiful women.  His heart fluttered briefly.  He put his paper down and stood up to shake each of their hands.  The two women scanned his body up and down.  The man looked to be about 5’10” and had an average build.  He seemed to be in his late 30s and was quite attractive in his own way.

                “Hello,” he said, reaching out his hand.

                “Pleased to meet you,” Amy said, closing her hand hard around his.

                “My, you have a strong grip,” Mr. Stark said.  “You must be Amy.  And you must be…”

                “Elizabeth,” Amy’s mom answered.  She shook his hand hard as she looked into his eyes.

                “Please, have a seat.”  The women put Amy’s suitcases to the side and wedged their huge bodies into the plush seats.  “Now, I was told by my secretary that Amy had a financial aid problem.  What seems to be the issue?”

Elizabeth dug into her pocketbook and pulled out the letter.  “My daughter was originally granted a sports scholarship back in June.  However, we just got this saying that ‘under further consideration’ she is now denied.  We want to know why.”

                Mr. Stark took the letter from Elizabeth’s hand and looked it over.  “Ah,” he said.  “I know why that is.  See this code 6872 on the corner of the page?  She was denied because of an administrative error on the original scholarship.  What sport did Amy apply under?”

                “Wrestling,” Amy said.  Mr. Stark’s eyes widened.  Amy turned her head and smiled quietly.

                “Well…” he stuttered.  “I can see why that is.  We don’t actually have a women’s wrestling program.”

                “I could wrestle guys,” Amy said.  “I used to do it all the time in high school.”

                He gulped.  “We don’t allow that either.  No male sports program at USC allows women.  I’m sorry.”

Elizabeth spoke up.  “My daughter is very good at wrestling, Mr. Stark.  She won many state championships in high school.”

                “I’m sorry, Ms. Hardstone, but rules are rules.  I’m sure Amy can find an alterative means to pay for college.  Does she have a job?  Maybe she can join our work study program.”

Elizabeth paused for a moment, put her finger on her lip and then smiled.  “You know, Amy did have a part-time job this summer.  In fact,” she turned to her daughter, “Didn’t you bring your work uniform to college, dear?”  She gave her a wink.

                Amy smiled devilishly.  “You know, I think I did mom.”

                “Why don’t you show Mr. Stark what your job was?”    

Amy got up and reached for one of her suitcases.  “Sure thing.  Mr. Stark, can I use your bathroom for a moment?” Amy asked.

                Mr. Stark stammered.  “O-of course.  But is it really necessary to…”

                “Oh, but it is,” Elizabeth interrupted.  “I think once you see Amy’s work you’ll know why.  Maybe it will even clear the air about her scholarship.”

                Amy stepped into Mr. Stark’s bathroom with her suitcase and closed the door.  Elizabeth looked across the desk at the man and leaned forward slightly, giving him a full view of her cleavage.  “So, what is there to do at this college, anyway?”

                A bead of sweat appeared on Mr. Stark’s brow.  “Well, of course, USC provides a first-rate education.  Sports.  Extracurricular activities…”

                “Hmm.  What I meant was, what’s the male population like?  I want my daughter to meet a nice man.”  She inhaled and exhaled deeply, causing her massive chest to heave.

                “Well,” Mr. Stark gulped, “there are a lot of nice students on campus…”

                “And faculty?  Are there a lot of nice male faculty as well?”  She pressed her finger into her cleavage, pulling down her blouse, showcasing her huge globes.

                Mr. Stark spoke nervously.  “Yes, there’s a lot of nice guys in the faculty as well.”

                “Mmm.”  She turned and called out, “Amy, are you ready?”

                “Almost ready, mom.  One more second,” Amy answered.

Elizabeth turned back to the man, looking into his eyes.  “I really care for my daughter, Mr. Stark.  She may be heading off to college, but she’s still my little girl.” She turned to look at the door.  “Isn’t that right, honey?”

                Mr. Stark looked up as the door slowly opened.  His eyes bulged out.

                Amy stepped out of the doorway, her massive, half-naked, golden tan body rippling with muscles.  She was dressed in her favorite “little schoolgirl” uniform – an outfit that left little to the imagination.  Small black schoolgirl shoes adorned her feet, as white socks wrapped their way up her huge calves (barely able to cover their diamond hard shape).  A way too-tight schoolgirl blouse was tied just below her chest, almost unable to contain her breasts.  Her visible washboard abs, rippling with muscle, flexed as she softly breathed in and out.  Around her waist was a tiny skirt that barely covered her massive tree trunk thighs.  Teddy bear panties were visible underneath the skirt, starting to get slightly damp with arousal.  Her face was made up to look young: rosy cheeks and a brilliant white smile.  Her always-present pigtails hung from either side of her head, and bounced as she strode over to the man behind the desk.

                Amy smiled, leaned down and grasped the man by his collar, pulling him out of his chair.  She slowly raised him up off the ground with one arm, his feet kicking for support below.  She looked deeply into his eyes with her beautiful deep green ones.  She cocked her head to one side and played with a pigtail.

                “Won’t you play with me, mister?” she said in her sweetest little girl voice.

                “You see, Mr. Stark,” Elizabeth said, as she stood up out of her chair.  “My daughter is very good at what she does.”  She picked up each chair and put it to the side, then pushed his heavy desk back towards the wall, making space at the center of the room.  “Amy, honey,” she said, “why don’t you show the nice man what you can do?”

                “Sure thing, mommy,” Amy giggled in her little girl’s voice.  She then changed back to her sexy, normal (yet still high pitched) voice.  “This’ll be fun,” she said as she looked into his fearful eyes and licked her lips.

                “First thing, mister,” she said in her little girl voice again.  “How about a hug?”  She wrapped her huge arms around his back, slowly enclosing his chest in their grasp.  She smiled at him as she squeezed out his warm breath, feeling it stream across her rosy cheeks.  She pressed her huge breasts into his chest, pushing hard so that he could not breathe back in again.  Her biceps bulged as she compacted around him.  He started to struggle, kicking his feet into her rock-hard calves and banging on her wide back with his fists.

                “That tickles,” she giggled in her little girl voice.  Changing back to her regular voice, “But we can’t have that.”  She reached down and grabbed his feet, wedging his legs between hers.  Now, when she pulled up on the hug, he was not only crushed but stretched painfully up against her tall body.  She pulled up higher, giggling as he groaned in pain and his hands fell to his sides while she stretched him out.

                She felt his penis start to get hard under his pants.  It pressed in tightly against her teddy bear panties, making her wetter as she rubbed his body hard against her own.  “Ooh, you like my hugs you, don’t you?  You’ll love this, then.”

                She reached her right hand down between his legs, grabbing his dick and balls through his pants.  She placed her other hand on his neck and lifted him up while turning him sideways, so he was looking directly at her breasts.

Amy took a deep breath and started flexing her chest.  Her blouse began to slowly unravel.  Threads started to pop.  With a hard arching motion of her back, it shredded apart, leaving her chest naked.  She then placed her hands on his butt and back and crushed his body sideways across her chest as if it was a bra.  She felt his penis throbbing up against her sensitive right nipple.  She rubbed his entire body sideways against her breasts, sighing delicately as she pressed him across her chest.  “Ooh, Amy likes her toy,” she whispered.

“Amy,” her mother smiled, “why not show Mr. Stark what you can do with your legs?”

                “Sure thing, mom,” Amy sultrily said, slipping off her shoes and socks.  She turned his body upside down and held him out in front of her.  He was now staring directly at her rippling muscular thighs, pussy juice now drenching her teddy bear panties.  She held his body up with one hand around both of his ankles.  She brought a single finger to her lips and spread her legs out slowly in front of his face.  The threads in her skirt and panties began to stretch and pop.  Suddenly, she snapped her legs out to the sides, shredding the skirt and panties completely, leaving her shaved snatch dripping juice inches away from his face.  She mouthed the word “Oops.”

Elizabeth got down on her knees behind Amy’s naked butt and dripping pussy, looking through her daughter’s legs.  She smiled at the man’s trembling face.  “Gee, Mr. Stark, my little girl sure does have big thighs.  I wouldn’t want to be in your position,” she laughed at him.

                She stood up behind her daughter, who was continuing to hold the man up with one arm around his ankles in anticipation.  Elizabeth reached around and grasped her daughter’s DD breasts in her hands.  Amy moaned in arousal.

Elizabeth leaned her head in to Amy’s ear.  “What are going to do to the nice man, honey?” she whispered.

                Amy’s eyes fluttered in arousal.  “I’m going to feed his screaming little head to my thighs, mom,” she whispered softly.

                “Mmm, mother would love to see that,” she whispered erotically.  Elizabeth started tweaking her daughter’s nipples.  Amy moaned.  She licked Amy’s ear as she whispered, “And why are you going to do that, dear?”

                 “Because mom…” Amy whispered as she grasped the back of the man’s head with her hand.  “Your daughter loves to play rough!” she growled.  She bit her lower lip and crashed his face upward into her crotch.  She felt his lips slip across her wet pussy.  She crushed her thighs hard around his head, closing their muscular mass around it until it almost completely disappeared.

                Amy started bucking her crotch against his trapped face as her mom continued to caress her nipples and lick her ear.  Amy could hear muffled screams emanating from her thighs, making her shiver in delight.  She twisted her waist back and forth, determined to grind out an orgasm against the poor man’s face.

Elizabeth reached around and unzipped the man’s fly.  She pulled out his sizable penis.  Both women sighed in satisfaction.

                “Amy, honey, I think we forgot to buy you something for college,” she said.

                “What’s that mom?” Amy moaned, eyes fluttering, continuing to buck her crotch against his head.

                “Jewelry,” she smiled.  She leaned down behind her daughter’s legs and looked into the man’s bloodshot eyes.  “Mr. Stark, time to give my daughter a nice pearl necklace.”  Both women laughed.

                She stood behind her daughter, reached around, and grabbed Mr. Stark’s butt with her hands.  Biting her daughter’s ear, she rammed him towards them, crushing his dick into her daughter’s cleavage.  Amy moaned.  As her powerful biceps flexed, Elizabeth pressed the man’s butt in and out, sliding his penis in-between Amy’s sweaty breasts.  She was giving him a titfuck with her daughter’s massive tits.

                Amy moaned and let go of the man’s legs, as her mother continued to thrust his butt in and out with her arms.  Amy raised her hands up and put them on the back of her head.  She leaned back and closed her eyes, breathing hard, reveling in the feeling of the hard dick crashing between her breasts, the little mouth sucking desperately on her pussy lips, and the warm, wet tongue of her mother licking her ear.

Elizabeth took the head of his dick and rubbed it against her daughter’s sensitive, erect nipple.  Amy cried out in ecstasy.  Drops of precum began to mix with the sweat on Amy’s breasts as her mother flipped the dick faster across Amy’s nipple.

                Amy panted in arousal and started humping his head harder.  She could feel his little mouth against across her pussy lips.  She could feel his hot moans of desperation in her pussy.  She squealed and started grinding harder and harder.

                Finally, the two women started to feel the man shake.  Elizabeth crushed his butt into her daughter’s chest, burying his dick in Amy’s cleavage.  Amy crushed her thighs in around his head, making it completely disappear against her pussy.  The women heard a loud muffled scream.  Cum splashed up from his penis onto Amy’s chest.   Elizabeth massaged his dick all along her daughter’s nipples, causing more and more to spurt out. 

Elizabeth leaned forward and bit Amy’s ear.  “Cum for mother,” she whispered erotically.

                Amy moaned loudly.  Her crotch became a blur as she humped Mr. Stark’s face ferociously.  She growled out, grinding her pussy down.  Her pigtails flopped up and down and then came undone as animalistic teenage grunts filled the room.  She raised her arms into an awesome double-biceps pose, crushed in with her thighs and screamed as she orgasmed on his face. Torrents of pussy juice dribbled out of her crotch and down, drenching his head.  She continued to grind out her orgasm, flexing her thighs and calves as the juice streamed down their chiseled hardness, making them glisten.

Elizabeth let go of the man’s butt as Amy spread her legs, his body crashing to the floor.  Amy continued to flex her arms, reveling in the afterglow as she smiled and her juice dripped down onto his face.

Elizabeth got down on her knees.  “So, Mr. Stark, about that wrestling scholarship…” she said to his cum-stained face.

“She’ll… get it…” he said, then passed out.

Elizabeth stood up, delicately caressing her daughter’s body, licking a few drops of cum from her daughter’s chest.  “Well, that was easy,” she said.

Amy slowly came down from her orgasmic high.  “Yeah mom.”  She then looked down at the floor.  “Oh no.”  Among Mr. Stark’s passed out body and their juices was her shredded schoolgirl uniform.  She got down on her knees and picked up the pieces.  “Oh pooh,” she said, “there’s no way to fix this.”

“Aww honey,” Elizabeth said as she got down on her knees with her daughter.  “I think it’s time you retired that thing.  It’s time to grow up,” she smiled.

Amy’s glowing green eyes looked into her mom’s.  “Ok mom,” she smiled as she gave her mother a hug.

“That’s my girl,” Elizabeth said. “By the way, about those pigtails…” she laughed.

Amy reached up and felt her blonde hair, which was now splashed across her back like her mom’s.

Elizabeth reached around her daughter’s head.  “I think I have something better,” she said, as she softly maneuvered her fingers.  She then put her finger under her daughter’s chin, raised it up to look at her face and smiled.

She reached into her pocketbook and pulled out a compact.  She opened it up and showed Amy.  In the mirror, Amy looked at her beautiful face.  She then turned to see a long blonde ponytail.  Her eyes opened wide and she smiled.  “Oh mom, that looks so good.  I love it!”

“I thought you would.  I remember when I was your age I switched to a ponytail.  Trust me, the boys will love it too.”  She gave her daughter another hug.  “And by the way,” she reached into her daughter’s pocketbook and took out Amy’s cell phone, “how about a picture?”

Amy smiled.  She straddled Mr. Stark with her huge, naked, sweaty body, pressing her pussy down hard onto his unconscious face.  She flexed a massive bicep and brought one finger to her lips.  She turned to show off her new ponytail, mouthed her lips and cooed.  Elizabeth snapped the shot.

“I’m sure they’ll love that on OurSpace.  And I’m sure Jessica will be jealous,” she laughed.  She put the camera away as Amy went into the bathroom for a change of clothes.

A few minutes later, Amy came out in a stylish college ensemble: a fresh grey USC t-shirt and tight short-shorts showing off her immense cut legs.  Her ponytail bounced across her broad beautiful back as she flexed her chest out, once again making the letters USC stretch across her massive breasts.

“C’mon mom,” she chirped, “we still have the rest of the campus to tour!”

***

Like what you see?  Be sure to check out the previews of parts 2 and 3 below.

Part 2 – Amy and Elizabeth meet the smallest librarian they’ve ever seen.  Elizabeth lifts him with one hand and “feeds” him to her daughter’s hungry mouth while fingering her daughter.  Later, Amy asks mom if she’s allowed to “break her toy” (the weedy little man).  Elizabeth agrees – they can always get Amy another toy. 

The following preview is from when Elizabeth lifts the man and her daughter gives him a blowjob.

                Amy closed her eyes and was awash in the sensations around her.  She reveled in the feeling of the man’s dick in her mouth, her fingertips dancing across her breasts and her mom’s fingers thrusting in and out of her vagina.

                “Mom,” she whispered in between thrusts.

                “Yes dear?” she whispered.

                “Push him harder.”

Elizabeth started pushing the man harder in and out.  His dick went well into her mouth before sliding out.  His eyes closed.  Amy could feel his pubic hair tickling her face on each thrust.

                “Harder,” she moaned.

                His body started crashing in and out of her face.  Jeff could feel the tip of his dick pressed against the back of Amy’s throat on each thrust.  He moaned.  Elizabeth rammed her fingers deeper into her daughter’s pussy.  Amy closed her eyes.

                “Mom, harder!” she panted.

Elizabeth slammed him in and out.  Amy’s ponytail bounced chaotically as her mouth would inhale his dick and suck it hard, wrapping her lips around the shaft and yanking on it as her mom pulled it out.  Each thrust Elizabeth would jam her fingers farther up into her daughter’s pussy.  The man could feel his penis crashing into the back of Amy’s throat over and over.  He and Amy started moaning louder and louder.

                “Drink up, baby,” Elizabeth whispered erotically.  She crushed the man forward, his dick slamming into the back of Amy’s throat and staying there.  She jammed her fingers hard up her daughter’s pussy.  He could do nothing to escape Amy’s ferocious blowjob.  Amy sucked his balls completely into her mouth, closing her lips around them along with his dick.  She juggled his balls around hard with her tongue as her hands squeezed her erect nipples.  The man started crying and shaking.  She looked up into his face with her beautiful green eyes.

                “Give… me… your… cum!” she growled with her mouth full of dick.

                The little man arched and screamed.  He then filled Amy’s mouth with semen, spewing it down her throat.  His little body shook violently as he emptied everything he had into the beautiful girl’s mouth.

Part 3 – Amy and Elizabeth come across an angry football coach as tall and muscular as they are.  The two women wrestle the man, grinding his body between them. Later, Amy shows her mom just how much she's "grown up", ravishing the man in the shower while her mom watches. 

The following preview is from when Amy ravishes the coach in the shower while her mom watches.

Elizabeth followed her into the showers as Amy turned on the water.  A hot stream poured down onto the man lying on the shower floor and Amy’s gorgeous, hard body.  Her skin glistened in the light.  She pulled out her ponytail, letting her wet blonde hair cascade down her wide back.

                His eyes slowly opened to look up at her magnificent, muscular body.  Amy started gyrating her hips.  She looked down at him from her towering height, pressing one finger between her pussy lips.  She began thrusting it in and out, as water dribbled down her body, cooing.  She then brought a massive arm up and flexed it into a full, thick bicep.  She turned her head and licked it as water dripped down onto the floor.  She winked at her mom.

                Amy then growled and dove onto his body, grabbing his dick in her talented fingers and stroking it up and down.  She grabbed his head with her other hand, licking her lips and crushing her tongue into his mouth.  As her tongue ravaged his, her fingers stroked harder.  The friction of her hand and the hot water streaming down it caused his dick to grow erect.

                Amy let go of his head and kneeled above his dick.  As he looked up fearfully at her powerful body, juices from her pussy mixed with water and dribbled onto his dick.  She pressed her fingers in her pussy, collecting some of the juice and bringing it to her mouth.  As she licked she looked directly into the man’s eyes.  “I’m going to crush you,” she mouthed.

                Her crotch pounded down.  He screamed.  Amy threw her head back, lifted her crotch and pounded down again.  He writhed in pain.  She raised her crotch again, gyrated it and then slammed it down.  He cried as she moaned.  The feeling of her glorious weight crushing down on his waist was almost as good as the dick going up her pussy.

                Amy started twisting her crotch back and forth, squeezing dangerously on his dick with her strong pussy.  Her hair whipped around as she brought a full breast to her lips and sucked it.

                She then tossed her hair back and slammed her chest down onto his face.  She wrapped her arms around the back of his head and squeezed her wet breasts around his head. The man in her embrace wept onto her tits.  She squeezed her melons harder around his face and moaned in pleasure.

She started bucking her crotch, thrusting his cock deeper up her pussy and crushing in on it.  Amy’s mother stood across from her daughter in the shower.  She cupped a breast, tweaking a nipple as her fingers pressed against her pussy.  She watched with amazement as her daughter so thoroughly destroy a man twice her age with sex.

                Amy started pumping harder.  The women could hear his muffled cries from between her tits every time her crotch slammed down.  Her tits still draped over his face, Amy tilted her head up to look at her mother as her hair spread across her back.  The water rained down on her body.  “It’s so easy, mom,” she cooed as she continued to pound his body.  Elizabeth moaned.

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