Author's Notes: After extensive research ;) C&C would like to issue an official apology to Clara's Boobs for the factual inaccuracy they pointed out from the first chapter. We hope this new chapter has rectified that mistake.
Anyway XD, I hope you like this one as much as the previous ones. I've had quite a few weird ideas for future Clamy chapters and I want to know what you think of them, whether they're things you want to see in the future or not. So here they are: 1) Clara and Amy as roommates at university, 2) Amy comes back from space, meets Clara, Clara thinks she's an alien, they have monkey sex in an alley, 3) Amy and Clara performing at the Doctor's strip club, 4) A romantic trip to Paris (or somewhere like that), 5) Pirate Amy kidnaps Clara and 6) Any ideas you have.
Despite all the weirdness in that last paragraph this one is a fairly normal one. Amy + Clara = Sex
Amy Pond was tall and had flowing ginger hair. She had a prominent Scottish accent with a sultry taste to it. Her slender body was encased in a red jumper and a mini-skirt. Her legs were flawless, running perfectly from hip to foot. There was a naughty glint to her eye that always shone out when she was around Clara.
Clara Oswald was a smaller brunette. She was always letting a cheeky edge slip into her voice and whenever she smiled, small dimples became visible in her cheeks. She wore a white sleeveless buttoned dress. Her bare arms were stretched out over her head, the smooth skin vulnerable as Amy pinned her hands to the wall.
Their lips were locked together, the ginger in complete control of her younger brunette counterpart. As Amy pressed Clara against the wall, Clara's legs lifted into the air and wrapped around Amy's waist. Amy smirked, her mouth pulling away from Clara's then starting to place simple kisses along Clara's jawbone, her tongue sliding along the skin with it.
With Clara's limbs secured, arms held in place by Amy's and legs locked onto the Scot's hips, Amy pressed her attack further, the kisses skimming over Clara's chin and down her neck. Amy latched her lips to the top of Clara's dress, forcing the first button open with her tongue. Amy, grinning, moved onto the next button, and then another after that until she had a good view of Clara's cleavage.
Her tongue darted down into Clara's large breasts, dragging over the flesh of the tops of her boobs. Clara's head shot backwards as she moaned out. Amy's eyes drooled over Clara's huge tits, much larger than her own. Amy backed away from the wall, taking Clara with her. Clara arms came down and wrapped around Amy's shoulders but her legs remained around Amy's waist and the two fell backwards onto the floor, with Clara on top.
With Clara straddling Amy's waist, she rolled away the red jumper revealing a purple t-shirt. Clara licked her lips and pressed kisses to Amy's neck, nibbling lovingly on the flesh. Amy's breathing hastened, and she felt Clara's soft hands slide down to Amy's legs, stroking her inner thighs tauntingly.
Clara forced Amy's denim skirt up as far as she could on her legs then slipped her hand underneath, pressing gently on her wet panties. She rubbed her palm against the crotch of Amy's underwear vigorously and Amy's legs went wild.
Thrashing in the air, Amy's legs felt Clara's free hand slide over them, taking a quick tour of the long luscious limbs. Amy's legs grew wilder though and dislodged Clara. Taking advantage of the brunette's moment of vulnerability, Amy surged forwards knocking Clara onto her back and letting her get herself on top.
Clara's breasts were heaving as Amy trailed her finger down Clara's exposed chest. Wasting no time, Amy unbuttoned the rest of her dress leaving her torso open and vulnerable. Amy pushed down Clara's bra and squeezed her boobs. Clara closed her eyes and moaned. Amy's smiled grew wider and she started to pump the round mounds up and down ruthlessly.
Amy groped Clara's boobs passionately, and Clara's hands cupped Amy's cheeks, bringing their faces together for another kiss. Amy's thumbs brushed the boobs' nipples aggressively and Clara moaned out into the kiss, the noise captured by Amy's waiting lips.
Clara managed to break free of Amy's grasp and stood up, shedding the remnants of her white dress leaving her standing there in just her black knickers. Amy stood up as well, facing Clara. Clara swallowed as Amy firmly placed her hands on her shoulders and pushed Clara down onto the bed. Amy silently scooped up her jumper and pressed one of Clara's hands to one of the bedposts. The Scottish devil tied Clara's wrist to the post with the jumper. Then Amy peeled off her purple shirt and tied Clara's other hand to the other bedpost with that shirt.
Amy took a moment to trail her hands down Clara's near-naked body before standing up at the end of the bed. Then she started to dance. Clara watched intoxicated as Amy's hips swayed from side to side and her arms rose into the air then slowly, seductively lowered back down, over the pale companion's body.
Clara's eyes savoured Amy's body as she danced. Pond winked and lowered her skirt, kicking it away. Her hands trailed up over her stomach and she fondled her own breasts for a moment before reaching round and unclasping her bra, letting it fall away as well. Then finally, meticulously, Amy removed her knickers, tantalisingly slow. Nude, Amy pounced onto Clara. "Your socks are still on..." Clara whispered. "Shush," Amy ordered.
Amy rolled Clara onto her front. As she did, Clara's wrists slid out from under the shirt and jumper but Clara locked beneath herself. Amy pressed a hand to Clara's back, holding it down, thus pinning Clara's hands. Then, with the other hand, Amy spanked Clara.
Clara gasped as Amy sharply slapped her ass. Another gasp followed as Amy's hand crashed down on Clara again. The sound of skin on skin echoed around the room as Clara's ass was brutally smacked again and again. The noises coming from the brunette were now something between shrieks and laughter. The minx loved getting spanked.
Amy was well aware of what Clara liked and so was holding less and less back with each slap. Amy yanked down Clara's panties, revealing her bright red butt. Amy winked as Clara glanced back at her and her hand came down again. The palm of her hand collided with Clara's soft buttock but didn't pull back this time, instead gripping it tightly. Amy took great care spreading Clara's ass-cheeks apart and slid a finger inside. Clara's eyes widened as Amy pushed that finger in and out a couple of times, while showering her neck and shoulders with kisses, and dragging her tongue down Clara's spine. "So tight.." she whispered.
Then Amy pulled out and repositioned herself on top of Clara's back. Her arms slid around to underneath Clara, gripping Clara's big boobs. Clara's hands flew to Amy's hands, helping her to roughly grope her. Meanwhile, Amy's hips started to sway again, thrusting at Clara's petite butt. Clara moaned out as Amy humped her. "How much more do you think you can take?" Amy whispering, a genuine question. "With you?" Clara whispered back, "Forever."