2 comments/ 122116 views/ 9 favorites Tumultuous Times At St.Thomas Ch. 01 By: Deadly Joker Chapter 1 - Go See the Principal mmm...yeah, that's nice, pump that tight pussy good. smack 'n' pull those tits. watch that sweet ass move..mmm. "Manny?" mmm...what about her? what about both of them? bitches. hot bitches. pile one ass up on the other, and have four tight hot nasty holes to FUCK. fuck 'em like- "MANNY!" "Huh? Wah?" With his teacher's voice, 18-year-old Manny was shocked out of his imaginary revelry. Here in fifth-period English, his mind had drifted off whatever Ms. LaLonde had been speaking about, to his grand goal for this last year of high school. His project was, quite simply, to get laid. It wasn't that he wasn't reasonably fit and good looking. But his shyness and quiet manner, combined with a self-reliance and independence, meant that he was a sharp contrast from most of his peers, who would say and do outrageous things in hopes of fitting in and getting a sliver of attention. He didn't play the social game, and wouldn't know the rules if he tried. And for the few girls that did try to approach him, his shyness and awkwardness would stop him from showing even the most preliminary signs of interest. Meanwhile, he'd go home alone and think about what he could do with that girl, whacking off three times a night. This year, he promised himself, that was going to change. He was going to learn the pleasures of sex. Time was already passing, this being the Friday of the first week of school, and so he began to look around the class at the different girls, considering possibilities. Kelly with the nice tits and ass, but glasses and odd hair that might put her in my league? No, no, don't think like that, wouldn't sluts be easier? Maybe offer a little help with the homework? The Filipino Selena there, whose catholic school uniform kilt seems to get shorter year after year to reveal more of those luscious legs in hose... Soon after this was where his teacher caught him off guard, and he tried to shake off his flustered feeling, but already some of the other kids were giggling at him. "Yes, Miss?" Ms. LaLonde fixed him with a dramatic scowl, "Hmmm, daydreaming about spaceships and astro-men again, I bet." That was a crack at his vociferous defence of science fiction as literature in one of the first classes of the year. That, he thought, is why I usually don't say anything. "That was the Principal, Mrs. Cole," His teacher continued. "She wants to see you after class, in her office. Something about some computer hocus-pocus you worked on?" "Oooo," one of the guys in class, a big-mouth in Manny's judgement, ragged him, loud enough that half the class heard, "Manny's got a hot date with a computer for Friday night!" "Now, now class, we still have a few minutes," Ms. LaLonde picked up a piece of chalk, "Back to the life and times of Shakespeare..." - Manny felt frustrated as he walked took a seat outside the Principal's office. The secretary had told him to wait, as Mrs. Cole was currently seeing someone else, and might be for a while. This definitely meant he wasn't going to be meeting up with anyone one their way home, and would likely be left out of any discussions of what they were going to do over the weekend. Damn. A long time passed when the door finally creaked open, and let out three people, one woman and two men, that Manny didn't recognize. He assumed they were visiting officials from the school board. He was about to get up when Mrs. Cole poked her head out the door. "You're Manuel, right?" Manny nodded, "People call me Manny." "Alright," Mrs. Cole grinned. Why don't you go in and have a seat, I'm just going to tell the rest of the office staff they can head home when they want to, it's getting late. And a Friday." Geez, you're telling me, Manny thought. And the day still had a hint of sunny summer. Still, he couldn't help taking a peek at Mrs. Cole's swaying behind, rubbing side-to-side under a navy skirt, as she walked down the hallway to the receptionist's desk. Most guys talked behind her back about Principal Cole being an old fat hag, and Manny, mostly to fit in, chuckled and nodded along. But in his private thoughts he couldn't understand why they said it. A brunette with shoulder-length black hair that fell in casual curls, Manny guessed she stood about five-foot-five, or certainly shorter than most of her senior students. But she made up for it with piercing eyes that were always noticeably accented with mascara, and strong lipstick decorated the lips which spit out directions that didn't expect to be questioned. And she always wore an excess of jewellery; gold bracelets and necklaces with stones, rings and even extra piercings in her earlobes. She kept her large round breasts and a big round ass in tight confinement while at work, under her business-like skirts and jackets. She'd be a total knockout in a car-wash type setting, Manny thought. Nothing but a wet white T-shirt holding down those melons, and some tight hotpants to spread an lift those sweet asscheeks. Nice and round, yeah... Manny shook those sorts of thoughts from his head, and made his way into her office, throwing down his knapsack beside one of the cushioned leather chairs that sat in front of the desk, and then slouching in it himself. He heard steps coming back up the hallway. "Thanks for coming to see me, Manny." He heard Mrs. Cole close the door and...was that the lock? "Sorry about the wait" Mrs. Cole stepped out in front of him, and leaned back slightly against her desk. Manny could see his private opinion of her wasn't wrong. Sure there were a few lines on her face, and he guessed she was somewhere over forty, but her body, and her powerful attitude captured the attention of Manny's teenage hormones. "What I wanted to talk to you about, Manny, was the work you did here, under Mr. Spencer in the computer department. In the week before school?" "Uh, yeah." Manny was a bit nervous in this environment, and brushed a stray lock of black hair from his eyes. Heck, even when kids got in real trouble, they usually just saw one of the Vice Principals. "Mr. Spencer couldn't really handle all the work himself, so he asked me to help out. I know it's not exactly school code, but with all the budget cutbacks...I'm not going to get written up on this, am I?" Principal Cole chuckled musically, and leaned back a bit on the edge of her desk, giving Manny a few more inches of stocking-covered leg to look at. "Oh dear, no Manny, no, I'm not angry at all." Manny believed her. In fact, he'd never seen her act this nice to anyone before. Accommodating, almost...ingratiating? "Also," she continued, "Mr. Spencer says that you worked down on these computers here, specifically in my office, all by yourself? And you took the backup tapes home?" She fixed him with a hard gaze Manny couldn't quite figure, except that it went through him to electrify his spine. "No! Well, what I mean is," Manny sputtered out in nervous energy, "what I mean is, the tapes had been used to the max that the rules allow. For data integrity reasons. "But, y'know, they're still kinda good, if you're not doing mission-critical stuff. So instead of throwing them out, Mr. Spencer just let me have them." "Ah." It was almost a sigh from the Principal. She stepped to the door, very deliberately, putting high-heeled feet one in front of the other. Manny turned his head to watch her bend over and adjust the vertical blinds on the window to the hallway so the view was blacked out. "And I don't suppose even if we went to your house and took them, if they were still there, that they'd be the only copy you'd have by now, would they?" Manny felt a logic blockage in his brain, and it wasn't just the effect of watching his 'Queen Bitch' principal bend over and display her butt in his direction, and keep it there for more time than he knew was necessary. Manny felt something rise in his throat, and an odd taste on his tongue, as he watched her walk over to the windows facing out, lower the blinds and tilt them shut. And always spreading her legs, bending over arching her back. Manny began to feel tingles in his stomach and elsewhere, trying to keep his nervous gulps quiet, trapped in a situation he didn't dare imagine would continue on this track. "But, Mrs. Cole, the tapes were erased." "Don't play games! We both know a simple 'unerase' program will take care of that." "Um...uh...oh, Principal Cole..." Manny didn't know what to do in this situation. Shades drawn, the room was bathed in shadow, though rays of light from the bright day outside worked their way in through cracks. "You can call me Jasmine, if you want to." She stood right in front of him now, her legs powerfully planted on either side of his outstretched legs. "Oh, you're a cool customer, Manuel. Manny, I guess I should say, if that's what you like. "Just keeping it cool and quiet until we came to you. But we don't have to be enemies do we? We can be friends. We can work it out. "I know what boys like." Mrs. Cole had a small silk scarf around her neck, which she removed and threw away with a flourish. Dropping her shoulders back, her jacket slipped off and dropped to the floor as well, revealing her white silk blouse underneath. Squatting down, she rubbed her hands over the crotch of Manny's grey uniform pants. "Oooh, I'm gonna make you so happy, baby." Manny gripped the armrests of his chair and clenched his teeth. In a haze of lust, he barely noticed how one moment his half-hard cock was straining in his briefs, and the next his school principal had undone his belt and pulled down his pants enough to spring it free and put her lips around it. It was a sight as vivid as a car crash, as otherworldly as the northern lights, that would burn into his memory the way a parent remembers the first time they see their newborn child. In the darkened office of his Principal, in the heart of St. Thomas Catholic High School, his pants were undone and pulled down enough to let his swollen cock free, and his normally ice-cold principal was pumping her mouth up and down on his cock like the educational future of the institution depended on it. It affected Manny so greatly, that he uttered his first words since it all started. "Oh, fuck yeah! Suck it! Suck it good!" Mrs. Cole lifted her head up off his cock, "You like it, huh baby, you like my mouth?" Opening her mouth she stuck out her tongue, smacking the head of the fat cock against its wetness. *slap-slap-slap* "Oh yeah, you've got a nice thick one. Here, let me at your balls." She drew back a bit, and together they struggled, taking off his shoes and pants as quickly as possible. Leaning back again, Manny let his legs be pushed to the sides by Mrs. Cole's hands, and then gasped as she tongued his balls, taking one then the other in her mouth, while still pumping the shaft of his cock with one hand. Not wanting to cum too quick, Manny tried to divert his attention to the panelled ceiling, and away from the inflamed woman giving him his first blowjob. Trying to pull his thoughts elsewhere, he thought - what is going on? There's obviously something I'm missing. The backup tapes. Something about the- "Mmm...your hairy balls sure are nice, but I wanna shove that cock down my throat." Mrs. Cole's lips once again enveloped his cock, her hands disappeared between her legs, and she pumped up and down solely with her head. Manny's purple cockhead kept bumping against the back of her throat, making choking sounds, and saliva coated his cock and her lips, running down his balls in rivulets. "Oh fuck," Manny felt it begin deep in his balls. He put a hand on Mrs. Cole's head, and grabbed a fistful of her wild black hair. Trying to push her throat down a little deeper each time, he wasn't prepared when she began to hum from deep within, "Huuuummmmmmm..." "Oh, FUCK!!!" Manny's orgasm burst over the edge, and he curled forward, placing both hands on Mrs. Cole's head, hips thrusting up and shoving his cock down her throat. He could hear some choking and gurgling, but in the darkness of his clenched eyes there were stars exploding, and all his body cared about was thrust after hard thrust into the tight hole at his mercy, to get all his jizzum out. Manny came harder and longer than he ever had before, and after the buzz in his head subsided somewhat, and he opened his eyes a sliver, he realized he was still forcing Mrs. Cole's head down on his crotch, far enough that her nose was touching his abdomen. "Oh shit," he muttered, let go, and fell back into the recliner. Mrs. Cole, free of her dominator, coughed and gurgled as she pulled her head off the still half-hard penis of one of her students. Several globs of semen mixed with saliva dripped past her trembling lips and onto Manny's slowly shrinking penis. Exhausted, she placed her forehead on Manny's stomach, trying to catch her breath. Manny looked down at Mrs. Cole resting her head on his stomach, and felt terrible. It was worse than that feeling when he jacked off at home, and then realized he was all alone afterward. Here he'd taken advantage of a woman, older than him by decades, and not only did he accept sex in payment for something unknown, but he'd almost killed her with the force of his lust. The way her face looked, when he was holding her down on his cock, so vividly red and in distress, it was unspeakable. He was getting out of here. Now. As he was about to say something, Mrs. Cole raised her head. Her wild look was shocking. Hair clung to the sweat on her face. A mixture of saliva and semen decorated her chin and the area around her mouth. He thought he could almost smell it from here. And tears from her eyes had streaked mascara down her cheeks. It was wild, feral. It was the most sexually hardcore sight Manny had ever seen. And he'd caused it. "Lemmie just clean you up, lover." Mrs. Cole's voice was a rumble, her throat sore from cock. She submissively lowered her head and began peacefully lapping up all the splattered juices on Manny's crotch. Manny's thoughts were a jumble: This is so hot. This is wrong. This is a dream. I'm going to pay for this. Why not milk it for all you can? The longer I stay the worse it's going to be when someone figures out how nasty I was. For that moment, Manny's good conscience, the part that had kept him in good standing in school and with his parents, kept him out of trouble, but also kept him a virgin, won out. As Mrs. Cole was licking his balls clean, he made a move to get out. But his thoughts were still all jumbled, and for some reason he thought it would be best to somehow draw back and then step over his cocksucking principal, so as to avoid her influence as much as possible. His first move was to raise his left leg, and place the foot on the seat cushion. "Oooh, kinky boy!" The move had exposed Manny's asshole, peaking between his ass cheeks, to the view of Mrs. Cole, and she dove at it tongue first. Manny's heart jumped to the back of his throat again. All thoughts of leaving were forgotten. He'd never felt anything like this. "Nasty nasty, making me clean up your sweaty ass too, huh?" She spread his cheeks with her hands and attacked the pucker with the tip of her tongue. She leaned back on the balls of her feet. "Here, come on, let's do it right." She used her hands to show Manny where to draw back his knees, and he ended up pulling them back tight against his ears as he lay back in the recliner, his now mostly-soft dick pointing back at him, and his ass hanging out over the edge of the leather seat, spread open. "Oooh, baby," she teased, tracing over his puckered asshole with a finger. "This is a very trusting position, you know? We can be like that too. Trusting. I'll take care of you, and you don't tell nothing to nobody, huh? "Yeah," she winked and brought her sex-destroyed face to his ass, "I'll take care of you." The pleasure Manny felt when she ate his ass was ten times greater when she finally worked her tongue into the sphincter and thrust it in and out, or wormed it around. Mrs. Cole even pushed a finger in and out, penetrating deeper than her tongue could. It was bringing the blood back to Manny's dick. Finally, Manny brought his legs down slowly, his conscience gaining the upper hand. He was about to say he was going home. Mrs. Cole stood up on her feet, somewhat unsteadily, and watched Manny put his feet down on the ground, and saw his half-hard cock twitch with every heartbeat, getting a little more tumescent each time. Manny told himself was about to say he was going home. "So, loverboy, I guess this is it for tonight?" Her eyes sparkled, "Or are you looking for another round?" Manny wanted to say he was going home, but he could only look at his cock. The way it pulsed and slowly hardened. And Mrs. Cole wasn't going anywhere, just standing in front of him, white blouse still on, but her skirt had been pulled up to her waist, so he could see her black stockings, garters, and panties. As he continued not saying anything, his dick pulsed and grew. He really wanted to get up and leave, somewhere deep inside. Honestly, he thought, there's still a part of me that will do the right thing. But then Mrs. Cole began unbuttoning her blouse, each button revealing deep inviting cleavage. Manny stood up in front of her and helped her with the last few buttons. She cast the shirt off, revealing her breasts, confined by a black lacy bra. "Do you like these, baby?" She ran her hands to the front, "I hope they're not too big for you." Unclasping the bra in front, the breasts broke free, spilled out and bounced downward. They certainly sagged a bit, being that large and aged, but they still drove Manny mad. "Fuck!" He attacked one with both hands, grabbing and mauling the softness, sucking and biting the nipple, going wild licking around her massive areola. Momentarily satisfied, he moved on to the other and attacked it the same way. Mrs. Cole's libido was revved up by the young man's sexual hunger, though she was a bit alarmed by his ravenousness. "Does baby want a titty-fuck? C'mon, I'll rub my tits all over your dick..." She crouched down and leaned back against her desk, and pulled Manny's hard and throbbing dick to her chest. "Yeah," she wrapped her tits around his shaft and let him pump away, lapping with her tongue at his cockhead when it emerged from the titflesh. "You like that, baby? My husband loves it." Husband, Manny thought. Shit. Of course. She's got a husband. She's got kids. She's got a life. And here I am, using her like some whore in a porno. But he didn't stop. Pulling his cock out Manny started spanking it against one tit, still wet with his saliva. Grabbing the tip of his cock, he pressed the slit against her nipple, trying to make the two mate. "Oh, yeah. Fuck yeah...fuck..." "Um," Mrs. Cole looked a bit confused, "how about you fuck my pussy. Okay boy? C'mon..." She pulled away and stood up, dropping her skirt and then slipping off her panties. "Here you go, Manny dear," She slipped the panties into his shirt pocket, "A little souvenir for you." Manny realized he'd forgotten he was still wearing a shirt, and his school tie as well. He took them off as quickly as he could. He turned back to see Mrs. Cole on the edge of her desk, the opened bra hanging over her shoulders, garters and stockings and high-heel shoes barely touching the ground. Her legs were spread, and Manny got his eyes on her pussy, a tuft of dark hair over the lips, but the lips themselves shaved bare. Manny grabbed his cock and walked over, sparing preliminaries he put the head to her slit and pressed in, and in a few strokes was able to use most of his length, thrusting in and out. Tumultuous Times At St.Thomas Ch. 01 "Ooooh, baby," Mrs. Cole huffed, "You're rocking my world...I...Ugh!...I'm closer than I thought." Manny had gripped the far edge of the desk, while Mrs. Cole used her hands to play with her own nipples. "Oh!" She pulled her legs up, locking them behind his back. "Fuck me! Fuck your fucking principal! I bet you think I'm a bitch, give it to me!...Oh, I thought this was going to be a small one but...OH!...JESUS FUCK!!!" She bit down on Manny's shoulder, clutching him so hard with hands and legs that he couldn't thrust, and just stayed buried deep, feeling her muscle spasms. Finally she unclenched him and fell back on the desk. She tried to say something, but could only breathe heavily. Manny was sweating hard as well, still slowly pumping the older woman's pussy. She moved her legs off his back, and as she placed one at foot on the edge of her desk, it transfixed Manny. So sexy. It came from nowhere he could imagine. Look at that. Sexy little toes. All dressed up in nail polish, but trapped in hose and held down by leather straps. Gotta fuck. Gotta fuck it. Yeah. He pulled his dick out of Mrs. Cole's pussy. His cock was thickly coated with juices, and her pussy lips were wet as well, dripping and pink and open. He took her foot in one hand and his cock in the other, and rubbed it all over her high-heeled shoe and stockinged foot; rubbing it, spanking it. Moving back to fuck her pussy for a few more strokes, he pulled his wet cock out again, and spread it over the same foot. "Baby," she didn't have the energy to lift herself up off the desk yet, but tried to crane her neck, "What the fuck are you doing?" Manny was silent, but now bent down on his knees, used both hands to rip open the toe of her socking, and began sucking at her toes, still trapped in the shoe. Mrs. Cole felt the young man make her tingle inside again, the young man's tongue playing with her toes, licking and sucking, and her breaths became shorter. "Oh, fuck you are quite the fetishist aren't you, nasty boy?" Fetish. Manny's young mind was in a haze of hormonal lust. What's my fetish? Oh, fuck yeah! He drew up, and plunged into her pussy, applying a few final strokes. Then he pulled out, "Turn over," he told her. Both knees on the desk, ass in the air." As he watched her follow his command, he was still in the dark as to what exactly was going on. But he knew he was expected to take charge, to exact a price. It might be the only way to disguise that he had no idea why she was letting him use her. Mrs. Cole wiggled her ass at him, "Like this, monsieur?" Her big butt looked so sexy to Manny, the way it threatened to spill out of the frame of her garters, the way the roundness tapered upwards to her waist and downwards to her legs. The way the crack opened up and gave him a teasing peek at her asshole. It also looked so damn spankable. So that's exactly what he did, with big wind-ups. *Smack!-Smack!-Smack!-SMACK!-SMACK!* "Ow!" She drew her butt out of the way. "Let's not wake the neighbourhood, huh?" Manny grabbed her cheeks and spread them, attacking her asshole with his mouth, savouring the bittersweet taste, shoving his face between her cheeks. He horked as much spit as he could on it, and brought lubrication from her pussy to rub around and into her asshole. "Um," Mrs. Cole's voice was wavering, "Hey, you're not planning to...uh...go up there are you?" Manny now had one finger from each hand past her sphincter, and was pumping in and out, as well as stretching her hole wider, "Exactly." "Um...oh dear, please. I don't do that. Really. No." Mrs. Cole felt fingers leave her asshole, but when she looked back she saw Manny gripping his cock, his eyes, from under his shaggy dark hair, fixed on her ass like a demon possessed. His cockhead kissed her pucker, and began thrusting inward. "Please, dear. Anything else..." "Oh! But I gotta. Gotta tap that sweet fat ass." "I don't really like...oh!" "Ah! Feel that? My head is in there. Need to push it home!" "Baby, it's just that you're...uh...so thick.. Too big...uh." "Uh, your ass feels so good on my cock! It feels so right! Oh, fucking look your big sexy ass take my cock! Yeah, it's sinking deep in there!" "Uuunnngggghhh...uh-uh...uuuuugh" "Why you gotta be such a fucking bitch about it? Even now! Well feel this bitch, your ass is at the end of my cock, and I'm gonna pound it in!" Mrs. Cole felt Manny begin fucking motions, sodomizing her. Something broke inside her, or maybe some sort of switch flipped, and she wasn't just exacting a transaction anymore. She whimpered, "F-f-fu...fu-fu-f...fu-f-ffuck mu-my a-a-ass!" Working her tightest hole open, Manny developed a rhythm. Pulling himself on top of the desk, he now loomed over her, his young male body at least half a foot taller than her, pounding down in sexual fury. He thought: FUCK this rules! Look at this little bitch-slut under me. Fuck. THIS is domination. I'm not just thrusting deep into the tight shithole, I'm fucking pounding down with my whole body. This is raw, PUNISHMENT fucking. Yeah, pull your hair, smack your tits, little girl. Little girl under me, I'm gonna make you HURT thrust balls-deep FUCK! Manny had another idea. Moving down, he withdrew from Mrs. Cole, and walked around to the other side of the desk where the large desk-chair was. Staring off into the distance a moment, with unfocused eyes, he was about to give Mrs. Cole her directions when he felt her mouth on his cock. "Shit!" He looked down and saw her lips move up and down his cock. "You like that huh, straight from your own ass?" She looked up for a moment, eyes still caught in sexual frenzy, "It's what you like, isn't it?" "Yeah..." Manny admitted, "Fuck yeah." He let her minister on him for a few more moments, and then pulled her off by the hair. "Listen, here's what we're gonna do..." He sat his naked ass down in her large leather chair, and then helped her remove her heels. Facing away from Manny, she moved back to position her butt over his cock, and then placed her hands on his knees. Lifting first one then the other foot so it rested on either side of his waist, she moved her ass back to meet his cock. Manny aimed his cock at her loosened pucker, "Yeah, back that beautiful thing up...oh!" Mrs. Cole began moving her ass up and down his cock. Using her calves and thighs to provide the motion, it sent brand new sensations through her. "Here," Manny said, "I've got my hands around your waist, pull your hands back and spread your cheeks apart." "What?" "I said pull your cheeks apart with your hands. I wanna see my cock fucking your ass. Every little nasty detail. I wanna watch." She looked back at him, and her eyes sparkled, "You are a fucker!" Letting him take care of keeping her upright, she put her hands back to grab her fleshy ass, and pulled the cheeks apart. "Oh, fuck yeah!" Manny exclaimed as Mrs. Cole started pumping away again. He disengaged one hand momentarily to give her more smacks on her large ass. This was getting to be too much for Manny. Sitting back at the Principal's desk in her office, Manny was sodomizing the old woman while she spread her sexy ass so he could see his cock plunder her booty. And her she was pumping her ass so enthusiastically her tits were shaking up and down, side to side, so much that he could see it even from the back. He felt the load that had been brewing in his balls begin to move upward. Meeting her pumping action, Manny made her ass-flesh quake with some deep hard thrusts, then in a sudden move wrapped her upper body in his arms and pulled her down as he pumped her ass full of cum, "AAAARRRRRGGGGHHHHhhhhhh!!!" Everything was still for a while. Some delayed fireworks still sparked on Manny's eyelids, and as he breathed deeply all he was aware of was that he'd just had the orgasm of his life fucking the ass of the firecracker who was 'the ice-cold fat hag' to his classmates. Mrs. Cole began to stir, "Oh baby, I think you broke Mommy's ass. "Did Mommy make you feel better, huh?" Mrs. Cole rubbed Manny's smooth cheek with one hand. "Did Mommy tame the savage beast inside her horny little boy? That's what Mommies love to do." Manny was confused about what she was saying, but liked the light kiss she gave him on the lips, and the view when she stood up, and his cock slowly slipped out of her ass. Mrs. Cole bent over the desk, her asshole still a gaping pink-rimmed hole, and reached for the box of Kleenex. She balled up the tissue and shoved it in her ass, "Don't want to get cum stains on the car seat," she smiled, and then used some tissues to wipe up Manny's crotch. The last thing Manny's body wanted to do was move, but after two hellacious orgasms, his conscience finally had enough pull to get him out of the strange situation. As he was dressing, Mrs. Cole handed him something, "Here you go." He looked at it, and counted it. It added to his confusion. "This is three hundred dollars!" "It's all I've got right now. Don't worry, it's just to tide you over! I've got your number from the school records, maybe I'll give you the call this weekend and we can work some more details out?" Yeah, working anything out would be a godsend at this point, Manny thought. He was already dressed, but hesitated to leave. Mrs. Cole was looking in a handheld mirror, trying to make something of the disaster her makeup had become, and seemed oblivious to the young man. He looked at her again, and the curves of her thighs, ass, hips and breasts, and the waves of scattered hair. He felt a certain pride well up inside, knowing he'd fucked her. Fucked her over good. Is this what it was like to be a man? He was at the door, "Uh, well...seeya later, Mrs. Cole." "Goodbye Manny. You were one wild fuck." Manny turned back for a moment, halfway out the door, "You too, Principal Cole, you too." - The sun was already setting as Manny walked home, knapsack on his back. His mind turned to trying to figure out the mystery ten or twenty times, and just as many times he drifted off into re-living the sex, or he would just get lost in the feel of the mild wind blowing over him on this warm evening. He was almost at his front door, ready to greet his parents, when he realized Principal Cole's panties were still sticking out of his shirt pocket. -to be continued- Tumultuous Times At St.Thomas Ch. 02 Chapter 2 - A Night at the Movies “Whatchya thinking about, Manny?” “Hmm? Why?” “You’ve got this look on your face. Almost...philosophical.” “Oh...I dunno Cath, I guess I was thinking about morality. Uh, sexual morality.” Cath adjusted her slouch slightly and looked at Manny across the living room, “Well, e-lab-or-ate, please.” She sounded the middle word out, expressing the tedium of a slow Saturday afternoon. “Um,” Manny looked over to the TV, at the baseball game where at that moment the batter struck the ball hard, and the outfielder sprinted to the warning track, the ball drifting just short of a home run and into the outfielder’s glove. “Well, I mean we’ve all got sexual fantasies, right? Sort of wild stuff that we’d never do in reality, for a lot of reasons?” Cath raised an eyebrow in his direction, “Uh, yeah...what’s this about?” Manny and Cath were comfortable talking about sexual matters, whenever either felt they had something to discuss. Growing up as next-door neighbors, and in the same grade, they were best friends (though they would probably feel awkward if the term was used). Being two quiet and studious young people, they shared personal thoughts and feelings with each other that they wouldn’t reveal to anyone else. So when sex came up amongst their many topics of conversation, it was dealt with honestly and seriously, along with a hint of friendly humor. But Manny had thoughts sometimes, wondering why nothing ever developed between them, not even an exploratory kiss or feel, during all the time they spent together growing up. It’s not that he thought she was the only one for him. In fact, though he’d seen that she had the possibility of looking nice, most times she was dressed like she was now, long straight dark-brown hair that trailed past bulky glasses, halfway down her back, and some baggy shorts with a t-shirt. But deep down inside Manny he felt she was the most decent, honorable, caring, and downright intelligent person he knew, and though he tried to tell her sometimes, he never felt like she was really listening to what he expressed. “Well,” Manny continued on, “Let’s say you don’t really want to act on certain things, but you’re put in a situation where your desires take hold. Um. I mean. Well, like you feel like you’re miles away from ever doing anything like it, and then a situation develops where suddenly people are, basically, asking you to do it...and so the time is right and everyone’s fine with it...and then uh, it looks like no harm was done in the end, though you’re really not sure that it’s even a side of you...” Manny trailed off. Cath fixed him with a look, like someone deliberating if they should eat a piece of food that fell on the floor, or throw it in the garbage. “Uh, are you talking about stuff like swinger’s clubs? ‘Cause, if you are, you nutbar-“ The phone began ringing, interrupting Cath. “Ugh, I’ll get it in the other room,” she said, and leaped out of her recliner. Manny was alone with his thoughts again: I guess she’s not like that, doesn’t think of the sort of stuff us guys do. Not exactly, anyway. I mean, imagine her meeting those guys I saw by the 7-11 this morning? I think I recognized a few of them that dropped out of school years ago. Hanging around an old muscle car cranking rock’n’roll, smoking cigarettes and walking around shirtless showing off their tanned muscled bodies. What if they had half an hour alone with Cath? Imagine her, glasses probably crushed beneath one of their boots, clothes quickly ripped down and off. Taking it. On all fours. Taking a dick in her pussy and a dick in her ass. Probably taking two dicks in her mouth, feeling them try to find a way to the back of her throat. Taking it. How about that kinky stuff I’ve seen on the ‘net? Chicks taking two dicks in the pussy or two dicks in the ass...I bet they’d try to force that on her, make her squeal. And Cath would be taking it and taking it and... “That was Mom, bugging me about getting ready for our trip to Grandma’s tonight.” “Huh!” She’d surprised him, and once he’d realized she was back, he tried to discreetly move an arm to hide the tent his pulsing erection had made in his pants. Manny tried to recover, “Uh...I thought we were hanging out tonight?” Cath felt weird about the look Manny was giving her, like he’d never seen her before, or never seen a certain something about her. “Um, nope, we’re all going to Grandma’s. Sorry.” Manny watched Cath settle into the cushions again. “Well,” he asked, “if you’re not going to be around tonight, can you come over now to help me with that Linux database analysis program I’m trying to install? Remember, I emailed you the error messages this morning?” Cath looked at him wearily, “Yeah, I told you it looked like just a simple problem with the parameters you specified for the setup. Do I have to look at it now? What about tomorrow? Wait, that’s not good...Monday night? We’ve already watched most of this game, I want to catch the end.” “There’s a baseball game on every day!” “Oh...alright. At least I know I’ll be free of you for the rest of the evening,” she teased. - Manny’s room was his sanctuary from the world. With his computer equipment, books and music, he could immerse himself here, and forget about the world outside which didn’t make sense at times. Cath did end up helping him with the program he wanted to install, but then she had to leave. Which gave Manny the opportunity to begin work on taking a closer look at the information he’d restored from the backup tapes last night. So far it was nothing. It just looked like the sort of data that you’d expect to find on a school computer. Sure he had some phone numbers, grades, and disciplinary records, but he doubted that was what got his principal, Mrs. Cole, so worked up. Manny heard the phone ring, and then his mother called up from downstairs, “Manny, it’s for you!” Manny cautiously picked up the phone, “Hello?” “Well, hello hello. How’s my favourite student?” Speak of the devil, Manny thought. “Fine, Mrs. Cole. How are you?” “Oh, good good. Say, the other phone’s been put down, has it?” Manny opened his door and stepped out to the hall, and heard his mother clanging and banging pots and dishes in the kitchen as only she could. “Yeah.” “Geez, you really should get a cell phone, loverboy. Anyway, is everything alright? You been sniffing my panties?” “Uh...yeah. Sorta.” Manny had spent an hour this morning, after he got up, inhaling the personal scent of her panties and rubbing their softness over his face, chest, and dick. “I...I kept ‘em somewhere.” Manny looked over to the dresser drawer where he’d stored them carefully in a small box, under some old sweaters. “Well...what I really called about was I just wondered if you what your plans were for tonight, where you were going out?” “Uh, I’m not going out anywhere,” Manny mumbled. Then, more confidently, but still unconvincingly, “There’s a movie I wanted to catch.” “Oh dear, not doing anything on a Saturday night? Well, that’s fine, because then you’ll have a nice clean slate to do as you’d wish...hmmm, I’ll pick out something you like. “Get ready to go out, you should hear your doorbell ring in half an hour or so!” ”Um...what...I mean...” Manny again felt like he had walked into a conversation long after it started. “Yes, yes, I know,” Mrs. Cole playfully chided. “You want to thank me for profusely for getting you out of another Saturday night alone. Consider it said!” She hung up. - The doorbell rang and Manny’s sister, Betty, ran to answer it. Betty was less than a year older than Manny, and they had been in the same grade throughout their school years. The joke around the family was that their parents were so horrified how fast kids popped out one after the other they never had any more. Betty, always energetic and sociable, wasn’t the kind to check the peephole when there was still some light in the early evening sky and the house was full of people. She tugged open the wooden front door, “Hell-!” The ‘o’ to complete the word was stuck somewhere in her throat and wouldn’t come out. Betty blinked and wondered if this was a prank, or a wrong address, or - “Hello, is Manny in, please?” Said the pretty young thing on her doorstep. Sparkling blue eyes and glistening, bee-stung red lips were framed by a mop of shoulder-length curly blond hair. The clothing the caller wore looked like a head-on crash between a preppy cheerleader and a fetish model. Betty looked down. Bright white leather platform boots covered her calves almost up to her knees, where purple webbed stockings appeared. Moving her eyes up, Betty could see the tops of her stockings peeking from under the hem of her cheerleader-skirt, which was white with purple pleats. A belt didn’t seem necessary, but she wore one around her waist anyway, black leather with a large gold buckle that was decorated with the embossed image of two voluptuous women performing cunnilingus in each other in the sixty-nine position. Betty moved her eyes past the exposed belly button, which was pierced and decorated with a glistening stone, and upward to a shocking sight that captivated her. The girl wore a white halter top, with a ragged-edged bottom, that looked like it was painted on. Her breasts pushed out against the material, the bottom curves of her tits open to the air, hanging below the point where the material ended, and they distended the washed-out logo scrawled across her front, proclaiming ‘Momma’s Home-Made Cheesecake.’ Above that she wore a leather studded collar around her neck, with an o-ring hanging down the front. Holy shit, Betty thought, I can tell from here that her nipples are pierced with studs. Just then Betty felt the door lurch back and Manny slid past her and out the door. “I’m going out, k? Tell Mom and Dad not to wait up!” Without words, the girl took his hand and they walked down the driveway. Manny got a chance to look her over, and said, “Uh, I’m dressed ok, right?” Not knowing what to expect, he’d thrown on sneakers, jeans, and a t-shirt. She giggled and pressed into him, and he felt the softness and warmth of one of her breasts on his upper arm. “You’re fine. And cute.” She looked at him with her wide eyes, and Manny felt like he’d fall into them if he looked any longer, so he looked away and tried to concentrate on not tripping over his own feet. “My name’s Kristy, by the way. And that,” She pointed at the black Porsche 911 parked at the end of the driveway, “Is my car.” Her far hand pulled keys out from somewhere, and she tinkled them in front of him, “Wanna drive?” Manny didn’t have his driver’s license. He’d been putting it off for years now, casually dismissing it to others, but privately afraid and anxious about the whole learning and examination process. “Uh, no,” Manny said. “No, how about you drive?” - Betty wanted to say something, a question or a curse, as she saw her brother walk down the driveway with the trollop, but she was just flabbergasted. Finally, she just shut the door and walked to the living room, where her mother was watching television while her father leaned under a light, glasses perched on his nose, reading a magazine. “You guys aren’t gonna believe this, but Manny just got picked up by some total skank at the door! They’re going out tonight!” Her mother snapped her head in Betty’s direction, presenting a scowl. She held up a hand with three fingers raised, “Three things Betty: One, we do not use that sort of language in this house! Two: The only girl I’ve ever seen him around is Cath, and I will not have you saying those sorts of things about her, anywhere. You could learn a thing or two from her.” Betty’s mom looked at her one remaining upheld finger, and then turned and addressed her remark to her husband, sharing a joke, “And third, the day my boy finally gets the nerve to approach some girl and ask her out, is the day I’m playing every lottery on the continent!” Betty looked on dejectedly as her doubting mom and dad guffawed. Betty thought about trying to protest and convince them she was telling the truth, but knew that it would be impossible, and turned to get ready to go out as well. As she was walking away, out of sight but not out of earshot, she heard her mom say, “Sounds like Betty’s been getting an early start on her partying.” - Kristy didn’t have a fast car just for show. Manny felt the forces of acceleration press him down into the leather bucket seats in the cramped confines of the two-seater as Kristy zoomed out of his suburban neighborhood, and quickly made it out onto the expressway. Manny finally had a few quiet moments to collect himself, as Kristy seemed happy to just tear down the highway for now. He looked over to her: Holy shit, what’s going on? Look at her. She is so hot and sexy. What am I even doing within a mile of a woman like this? “If you’re wondering, no I’m not wearing any.” “Huh?” Manny looked up at her face. Kristy winked, “Panties. I saw you looking down there, so I thought you were thinking about my pussy and panties.” There was silence for a moment, just the darkening city rushing by, and Kristy overtaking other cars. “Here, lemmie show you.” She lifted up the front of her skirt and bunched it up around her waist, moving her left leg outward to open herself up as much as possible. Manny felt saliva pool in his mouth as he looked down at the little pussy, shaved clean and looking so soft and smooth. He lifted his right arm and moved it forward, but then at about the divide between the seats it froze in midair. He was unsure. “Go ahead,” she said. “I can keep my attention on the road, if that’s what you’re worried about. “Anyway, look at me just driving around aimlessly. What do you want to do tonight? Mmmm...” Manny had placed his palm flat above her pussy, feeling the body heat and the smoothness of her young skin. He began to move his hand downward, “Geez, I dunno. What to you want to do?” She giggled. “It’s your party. Ooooh, yeah, tease up and down my slit like that! Um...well, have you had dinner?” “Nope.” Less than half of Manny answered. Most of his awareness was focused on stroking the hot pink slit at his fingertips, slowly pushing the outer lips aside, feeling the first hints of wetness. “Alright. Lemmie think...Ugh, yeah. That’s nice, like that...Um, how about we get something to have a little fun? What’s your pleasure; booze, weed, hash, coke, ecstasy...mmmm?” Manny didn’t want to get drunk, he always just felt heavy and out of it. “Uh, weed. That’s good.” There had been a few times he’d smoked up, when friends of friends brought some as they were hanging out, playing video games or watching movies. “Ok....oooh, just like that, move that finger in and out! You don’t have to do it fast - nice’n’slow can be so sweet. Uh, yeah, so if you don’t mind just getting some burgers, I know just the place?” Manny leaned over, fingering the hot girl between her spread thighs, watching her begin to slightly rock her hips counter to the movements of his finger, as their cramped confines began to smell headily of pussy. Less than half an hour ago, his head was filled with all sorts of thoughts, questions, worries - concerns about everything serious and important. Now, she could have told him they were going to Siberia. “Yeah, sure. Yeah, yeah, yeah two fingers now!” Kristy abruptly changed lanes to head off on an exit ramp, jarring them both and causing Manny’s hand to jam into her pussy. They both enjoyed that. - Pulling up to the drive-in speaker, Kristy ordered what Manny asked her to, and then something for herself, and then mentioned, “Hydro combo number five,” which wasn’t on the menu. Her skirt was still drawn up, and Manny still worked his fingers in and out, twisting as he pumped. They waited in line. “You’re not going to take a break?” Kristy nodded towards her crotch, though having the car at a standstill was making it easier for her to raise and rock her hips into Manny’s fingers. “I don’t particularly want to.” Manny felt *that* part of him back in control, the one that just last evening had wildly fucked his school principal right in her office. That part that didn’t usually get to make decisions. Right now, he knew it was back, and the euphoric feeling coursing through his veins shouted out that it was here to stay for a while. His cock got harder and harder in his pants. They drove up to the drive-through window, and Kathy brought money out of a crevice somewhere, trying to exact the transaction as normally as possible. The window attendant was a brown-skinned girl with straight black hair tied back, in her twenties, wearing the franchise-branded shirt and cap. She didn’t seem to notice anything until she leaned out further, revealed something in her palm, and whispered discreetly, “The bag of weed’s twenty bucks extra.” The attendant’s eyes widened and she seemed frozen, leaning out the window, and oblivious as Kristy took the zip-lock bag and replaced it with a bill. Manny whispered in Kristy’s ear, “Keep the car here.” The attendant looked down at the scantily-clad hot girl in a hot car, and down to where her stockinged thighs were spread, and at the youth next to her who was finger-banging her pussy. Manny withdrew his two fingers, made eye contact with the attendant, and inserted his fingers into his mouth, slurping at the slut-girl juices. The attendant felt her heart beats throbbing through her entire body, as the young man stared directly into her eyes, lasciviously sucking at his sticky fingers. Her hands gripped down on the window ledge. She saw him move his fingers down again, push them between the bare lips, again pumping in and out of the driver’s pussy. As their gaze broke, she looked to the driver, collared neck thrown back and to the side, eyes open and staring at the attendant as if to dare the attendant to fault her for opening up her thighs for this lustful display. The attendant saw the young man lean forward, and now he stretched his arm out the window, two wet fingers heading toward her face. In a subconscious response she’d fault herself over later, she opened her mouth closed her eyes, and craned her neck forward. When the fingers touched her tongue she closed her lips, sucking at licking away, savouring the taste, a special treat in the middle of a long shift. It was the first time she’d ever tasted another woman, but she didn’t want to debate that now. All too soon for her, the fingers withdrew, and the car sped away, and she quickly adjusted herself, trying to breathe deeply to compose herself before a family of six drew up to her window in a van to argue over expired coupons. When Manny had pulled back, he gave Kristy the command to drive away, and now she was zooming down city streets again. “That was SOOOOoooo hot,” she said, as Manny was trying to work a third finger into her juicy warm hole. “Next red light we hit, you better fuckin’ finger bang my clitty ‘til I cum!” - Kristy drove the car uphill on a dirt road, turned and came to a stop in an area that seemed dark and deserted, a flat gravel parking area surrounded by bushes. Through the front windshield, between branches, Manny could see that they were perched on the hillside, overlooking the glittering city below. Kristy grabbed the baggie of marijuana and some rolling papers from the glove compartment. Manny stayed quiet and kept his hands to himself. The smell of the fries in the bag beside his feet was making him feel hungry. “Ok, let’s go,” Kristy said, grasping a lighter and the thick joint she had rolled out of several cigarette papers, and stepping out of the car. Tumultuous Times At St.Thomas Ch. 02 They sat down on the hood of the car, looking down on the buzzing city that could only be heard faintly. The moon was bone-white and three-quarters full, hanging off to the side of the sky, and though a few stars showed themselves, the planes leaving and arriving were much brighter. Manny watched as Kristy pursed her lips, placed the joint between them, and then worked the silver Zippo lighter with both hands, illuminating her hands and face in the flash of flame. Taking a few strong pulls, smoke rose around her face, and to Manny she looked more devilishly wicked than ever. After some strong pulls she glanced at the glowing cherry of the burning end, and then passed the joint to Manny, “I think it’s going good now.” Manny took a toke, and suddenly felt fingers on his waist. Kristy had crouched down in front of him, and now undid and pulled down his jeans, along with his underwear. With all the waiting, even in these exceptional circumstances, he’d gone soft. But Kristy’s mouth and fingers on his cock soon changed that, and her tongue teased him as he grew stiffer and larger. Manny sucked harder on the joint. This blowjob wasn’t fast and hard, like Mrs. Cole’s. As Manny leaned back on the car and relaxed in the natural setting, taking occasional drags and feeling the sweet smoke enter and leave his lungs, down in front of him Kristy was sucking him slowly and almost sleepily. She slowly pumped her mouth up and down the shaft, using copious amounts of saliva, using her fingers to caress his shaft or cup and tease his balls, sometimes running her nails down a thigh. Manny saw that the joint was more than half-done, and didn’t want to feel like a hog. He brought it downwards, offering it to Kristy. She pulled her mouth off his cock with a pop, “Oooh, something else to suck on!” She took a deep drag and the end lit up brightly. Holding the smoke in as long as she could, she finally exhaled a cloud of smoke right on Manny’s cock, which twitched in her hand at the odd sensation. She giggled. Taking another drag into her lungs, she took his cock into her mouth, and then exhaled smoke around it. The sensation, and the look of the curling smoke appropriately coming out of the hot vixen, drove Manny wild, “Oh, yeah!” “You like that, huh? Want me to do it again?” Manny just groaned in encouragement. She performed the trick a few more times, and then handed the joint back to Manny, “Why don’t you finish that off while I finish this off.” She moved her lips and tongue up and down on his cock, using her hands only to grip Manny’s hips as she moved forward and back. “Oh, ugh!” Manny felt himself approach the point of no return. “Mmmm...oh, that feels so good! I’m gonna cum, here it is!” The only sound that could be heard was Manny’s grunts of pleasure and Kristy’s sucking and slurping, as his dick pumped her mouth with sticky, thick, hot semen, which she lustfully gulped down. Manny was still coming down and breathing heavily, the full effect of the pot just beginning to take hold, and combining deliciously with his post-orgasmic bliss. The joint was long finished and tossed away. Kristy was cleaning him up, and then buttoning up his pants as though he were a small child. “Hey, you wanna go to the movies?” “Um,” Manny tried to move his head too fast, and it began to swim so he closed his eyes, “Sure.” “Great, I know just the place.” - Kristy drove him to the heart of downtown, where the streets narrowed and lights reflected strangely onto the car windows. Manny was essentially a suburban boy, and had only ventured down here for a few rock concerts, as well as last year’s New Year’s Eve. She nudged the car into a spot under a fire escape, beside a dumpster on one side and an entrance to an alleyway on the other. A few steps away and they were on the sidewalk of a main thoroughfare. Walking down the street, Manny’s arm around Kristy’s waist, drawing her close, he felt the eyes of passers-by, and not just men, check Kristy out, and especially try to catch a moment when her stride might kick her skirt up higher than normal. “Down here,” she indicated stairs in front of a building that brought them below sidewalk level, to a door that was marked with faded, scratched signs, all in Chinese. Manny had to push heavily against the door, but finally it opened, and behind it was a stale-smelling foyer with a dark red carpet, and an old oriental woman sitting behind a counter off to the side. Kristy pulled a few bills out of one of her boots and handed them to the woman who sat there stone-faced, staring straight ahead. She pulled Manny to the doors at the other side of the small room, padded doors that could swing inward or outward on gold hinges, and had small diamond-shaped windows at eye-level that flickered with light from the room beyond. Manny’s buzz had settled into a pleasant level, and he was trying to make out some of signs that were posted here in the room, as they seemed to be in English, though in illegible handwriting on crumpled paper. Finally, he mumbled, “Oh, alright,” and went along with Kristy’s tug. Past the doors they found a movie theatre. It was small and cramped into this bunker-like basement, but a theatre all the same. There were about a dozen rows of seats, separated by two walkways, with the centre section having about ten seats across, while the sections against the walls had four seats to a row. There were people in the seats, some sitting in pairs or groups but mostly the people sat alone, slouched far down and difficult to distinguish in the darkness, with most choosing the fringes of the theatre. Cigarette smoke drifted through the beam of light that travelled from the projector, which was displaying two men and two women, all naked, in a living room which looked vaguely European. One man was sitting on a couch, getting sucked off by a woman on her knees in front of him, while he watched the other woman lying on her back on the coffee table, the other man thrusting his cock into her pussy. Their grunts played over the speakers in the walls, along with a plastic melody. Kristy guided Manny to the 3rd row from the front, sitting right in the center. Almost as soon as they’d sat down, she rubbed a hand over his crotch and said, louder than necessary, “Oooh, lookit that action! Lookit ‘em fuck!” Manny felt the eyes of the anonymous theatre patrons staring at them. If simply leading Kristy into the theatre in that outfit didn’t get their attention, her behaviour certainly would. “Jesus Christ, I’m getting wet already!” She continued, much louder than the soundtrack. “You’re gonna have to pull your cock out for me soon!” Manny looked questioningly at her. He was going to say something, but looked her up and down, at her slave-collar, pendulous breasts, and platform boots and thought, who am I to save her virtue? The two couples had changed position on the screen, now the two women were sucking each other’s pussies on the carpet, while one man fucked each of them. As the camera closed in, one man pulled his cock out of a pussy and began pushing it into an asshole. Manny tried to slouch down into the seat as far as possible. Out of the corners of his eyes, he thought that some of the men had changed seats, moving closer to him and Kristy. A few moments the scene ended, with a guy shooting cum into each girl’s open, accepting mouth, and then the two women swapped semen with each other in a sloppy french kiss. The scene faded and another started. This time it was in a sort of dungeon. A muscled man, clad only in pants, held a woman down roughly by her neck. He took out his cock, already hard, and thrust it forcefully into her mouth. Further back, chained against the wall, a woman, naked except for a rubber mask, watched on. Eyes transfixed on the screen, Manny felt guilty desires rise up inside. Surprising Manny, Kristy stood slightly and lifted a leg so that she straddled him, and then sat down on his lap, still facing the movie screen, and begin rocking herself on his lap. “Oh, why don’t you get your cock out, baby?” She squealed, and with her little bounces her head sometimes began to cast a shadow on the screen. “C’mon!” Kristy pouted, “I need dick!” “I got a dick for ya, honey.” It was a voice from further away. A man in a trench coat, shaved head and a goatee, moved down the walkway and into the row in front of Manny, stopping so that he was standing in front of Kristy, hand grasping his crotch through his jeans, creating a silhouette of a man on the screen. Kristy had her hands perched on the seats in front of her, and looked back and down at Manny, as if asking a question. Manny knew this would be the start of something. Something he couldn’t control. Something new. He nodded. Kristy grinned and looked back at the stranger, helped him open his pants and take out his cock. After a few strokes with her hand she slipped her mouth onto it, and the man pressed together his teeth and eyelids in pleasure. This seemed to be the signal for the entire theatre. Quickly, more men appeared, mostly white and middle-aged, with hats, unshaven faces, and loose-fitting dark clothing. In a few minutes there were two naked cocks right in front of Kristy. Sometimes she sucked one, sometimes the other, and sometimes the guys would try and force her to take both at the same time, brushing their cockheads and shafts together, trying to push deeper into her hot wet mouth. Two more cocks were exposed on either side, Kristy pumped them with her small hands, getting them warmed up. More men stood or sat further away, and anonymous hands had pushed up Kristy’s top, fondling and caressing her breasts, roughly pulling at her piercings. Two men had settled in on either side of Manny, one smelled like cigarettes and the other like alcohol. They were stroking their cocks openly, as Manny guessed they were doing secretly before, when they were just watching fucking on film. One of them crouched down and slid up to Kristy’s thigh, pushing his cock through the coarse weave of her fishnets, pushing it in and out and in again, so that his dick was trapped against her, caught in the material of her stocking. His eyes travelled to Manny’s, and he fixed him with a look of lecherous perversion. Manny was repulsed, confused, and turned on all at the same time. Kristy’s pussy was rubbing against the tent in his jeans, he could feel the moisture leaking through. He reached around, undid the button fly of his jeans, and thrust his cock up and into Kristy’s soaking wet cunt. She reacted immediately, and her increased enthusiasm triggered one man’s orgasm, as he came insider her mouth and she swallowed his semen. Manny had been fucking her sweet pussy for a few minutes when he heard a commotion off to the side. “No! What you do? Not here! No!” It was an old woman’s voice, heavily accented, and turning his head he could see the woman who had been at the counter standing in the aisle, hands on her hips. One of the guys, wanking himself while waiting to be sucked off, turned and growled, “You just wish you could suck this dick! That’s what you’re upset about!” And he turned back to ignore her, as some others chuckled. The woman seemed flustered and gave up, walking out of the theatre. Manny started to really lay into Kristy’s pussy. As the guys above him offered her their cocks, he gripped her waist and worked his hips in the theatre seat. He moved his hands up to her breasts, which were slick with drops of spittle and semen. Pressing his fingers in, hard pierced nipples rubbed against his palms, he tugged her breasts down towards him as he pounded her hips away from him. A cock came in Kristy’s mouth when she wasn’t expecting it, and as she coughed and choked milky white jizz flew out past her lips, some of the hot liquid landing on Manny’s fingers. The door banged open and a young oriental man in a t-shirt and pyjama bottoms barged in, wielding a baseball bat over her shoulder. “Okay you fucking perverts, get out NOW! Get the fuck OUT!” People understood he meant business, and guys started shoving their dicks back in their pants. Kristy fixed him with a pouty-lipped look, and Manny’s stoned eyes looked over as though grumbling about simply being asked to move. Kristy pulled herself off Manny’s cock, and Manny followed after her. His hard cock still thrust out of his fly, and still consumed by lust and the need to get off, he made no move to put it away. “For whoever wants,” Kristy called out, “Follow us and we’ll keep on going.” She looked over at a lesbian couple seated at the back. “Ladies invited too.” - Manny had walked with his hard cock sticking out of his pants, behind Kristy, who left her top pulled up over her shoulders, exposing her swaying breasts. They walked that way, with a group following, past the enraged young man, through the foyer where the old woman stared at nothing, and for a short moment down the late-night sidewalk, before turning off into an alley. A few twists and turns away, they found a dead end, solid-steel doors in the brickwork of the building walls, a weak light shining down on the gritty area that was piled with cardboard boxes and various other garbage, as steam rose from sewer grates and other sources of exhaust. Manny pulled Kristy over to a wooden crate, pushed her until she kneeled down and spread her legs. He flipped her skirt over onto her back, and thrust in again. “You fuckin’ like that? Like sucking off strangers? Well, look over there,” he turned to where a half-dozen people had streamed out of the theatre to follow them. “More cum to swallow.” Kristy was already being affected by Manny’s forceful thrusts into her, “Oh yeah. Fuck my cunt while I act like a total slut for you! “Hey, come on!” she egged the crowd on, in case they thought they were just going to be spectators. “Which one of you faggots is gonna give me some cock to suck?!?” And so they all grunted away, Manny fucking Kristy at one end, steadily but forcefully, as at the other end she sucked off the cocks presented to her, sometimes two at a time. Manny wasn’t sure, but except for an added coat and baseball cap pulled low, the last guy looked a lot like the angry man who chased them out of the theatre. The guys sheepishly left after they dropped their loads in Kristy’s hungry mouth, until the place was deserted except for Kristy, Manny, and the lesbian couple from the theatre. One woman was skinny, with short black spiky hair, and wearing a country-western style suit, with red rose designs on the lapels and back, and down the seams of the pants, as well as black cowboy boots. One hand was stuck down the front of her pants, frigging her pussy. Her companion was more voluptuous, had long blond hair, a leopard-skin jacket and skirt, and a fluffy boa wrapped around her neck. Her eyes and face seemed disinterested. The spiky-haired woman addressed Manny, “Does this bitch suck pussy too?” Kristy seemed turned on by being referred to that way, sounded out a groan of pleasure, and fucked back harder on Manny’s cock. Manny shrugged, “Uh, sure.” The brunette moved in front of Kristy, undid her pants, and shoved Kristy’s head into her crotch. “Oooh, yeah, work that tongue! That’s sweet!” Manny could see multiple piercings glitter in the strange woman’s crotch. They fucked like that for a while, then the brunette spoke to her companion, who had been emotionlessly watching, “Get down there and lick this bitch’s cunt.” Manny had been riding the edge for a while, but feeling a mouth move over the pussy he was fucking pushed him over the edge, “Oh shit that feels good!” He pumped a few more times and then plunged deep and shuddered, spewing into the tight heat. Groping and grasping in his spasms, he hooked his fingers in Kristy’s stockings and ripped them up, tearing away bits in his fists and leaving the rest loosely hanging down. Through half-hooded eyes he saw the brunette grab Kristy’s blonde tresses with both hands and hump away at her face. Suddenly she froze, let out a groan, “Oooooh,” and shivered. A huge smile crossed the brunette’s face, and then she opened her eyes and looked straight at Manny, hooking her finger and wickedly inviting him to her end of Kristy. Manny pulled his half-hard cock out, and the tongue of the brunette’s friend took his place, lapping up around the worn out pink lips of Kristy, and then diving deep for the cream that Manny had deposited there. Manny walked over beside the spiky-haired woman, cock sticking out of his pants, and she pulled Kristy’s head his way, by the collar. Kristy began licking the spooge off his dick. “C’mon now,” she huskily told him, “Just let go.” Manny didn’t understand, “Uh, I just did. In her pussy.” “No, no.” She was whispering in his ear now. “I mean let go.” Manny thought he might have a clue what she meant, and felt afraid, “Um...” “Pee.” Manny looked down. Kristy had just the head of his cock between her lips, sucking it like a pacifier. Wide, blue, trusting eyes looked back up at him, not hearing what they were discussing. The bodily fluids of countless strangers streaked her face. At Kristy’s other end, the icy blonde pressed her head between Kristy’s thighs. “Pee. I know you gotta pee. C’mon, you think the bitch’ll mind? Didn’t you see how dirty she was. You’d be doing her a favour, cleaning her up. “Piss.” Manny pulled his cock out from Kristy’s full lips, “Ugh!” The little pain of beginning to urinate was momentary and then he watched as his steaming piss washed across Kristy’s face, ran down and wet her scrunched-up top, flowed down her full tits and streamed off her nipples to the dirty ground below. She closed her eyes and her mouth, but otherwise didn’t move. In just a few moments, Manny’s bladder, which felt so full before, was empty, and the flow trickled to a halt. In a daze, he was aware of the brunette pulling her companion away. As the two disappeared down the alley, the brunette laughingly called out, “You ever find another kinky slut like that, you can sell her to me! Not like this prissy little thing!” And then they were gone, and it was just Manny and Kristy in an alleyway downtown late at night. Manny looked up at the sky and couldn’t see the moon anywhere. - Walking down alleys back to the car (Kristy seemed to know the area well), they found a working garden hose which Manny used to wash Kristy down. They were able to walk along the deserted alley all the way back to the car, which made Manny more comfortable, walking beside a girl who was naked except for her boots Kristy bent over and pulled her car keys out of one boot, “Good thing I packed an extra change of clothes!” There were some cars that would occasionally pass by the place they had parked, headlights searching the walls, so Kristy had to leap into the car quickly. She pulled out a gym bag from behind the seats, and rooted around in it. “Hmmm,” she wondered aloud, “I’ve got some toys in here too. We can still have a little fun on her way home...?” She opened up the bag to Manny. Manny, still standing outside the car, looked in. Lots of interesting things presented themselves, but he reached his hand in and selected a clear, glass buttplug. She gave him a toothy grin. “Cool, here’s the lube. Now, lemmie think.” She looked around considering how much room there was. “Ah! Here, back away for a sec.” She closed the passenger-side door completely, and then rolled down the window. Crawling backwards on hands and knees, she moved until her butt hit the door, then lifted it, up and out, over the windowsill. The sight got Manny’s cock stirring again. A sweet ass just hanging out the car window, lovely soft pale white flesh presenting itself to him. He put the buttplug and lube on the roof of the car, and spread her perfectly round cheeks open with both hands. Tumultuous Times At St.Thomas Ch. 02 This was a sight. The little crease where her asscrack began, the pink-brown pucker of her asshole, the smooth no-man’s land of the perineum, and then he lips of her pussy, still pink and swollen from Manny’s earlier attentions. “Oh, fuck,” Manny swore, and dove into her ass with his tongue, flicking it up and down over the crinkled flesh, recently washed clean. He heard moans originate from inside the car. “Mmmm,” Manny pulled back and dived in again, this time trying to push his tongue in, to get deeper and softer and warmer. “Ooo Ooo Ooooo,” Kristy called. Manny pulled back, took the tube of lube, and spread it on her ass, then coated an index finger with the slippery substance. He pushed inward with the finger, “How does that feel? Ugh, I can feel your asshole tremble on my finger. Ah, pushin’ it deep, workin’ it in and out of your little shitpipe!” Pulling his finger out, he loved the look of her as her ass gripped on his finger, not wanting to let go. Finally pulling out, he saw her ass was a little more open, and went down on it again with his tongue, pushing it open, letting his saliva roll down into the opening. “Oh!” Her muffled cry reached his ears, “That feels fuckin’ GOOD!” After a moment he withdrew his mouth, lubed up the buttplug, and began pushing it in, “Here comes the motherlode, right up your ass.” He loved the sight so much he probably pushed it in a lot slower than he could have. The sight through the see-through buttplug, of her tight butthole slowly slowly stretching open, and then finally swallowing the plug. “Alright,” he slapped a cheek of her ass, “Let’s get going.” - The trip home was virtually free of conversation. After a few minutes of driving, Kristy decided to show off the car’s impressive stereo system to Manny, and so they sped along streets and highways to the pounding sounds of the CD-changer. Kristy quieted the music as they pulled into Manny’s neighborhood, and she parked in front of his house. She turned off the engine and looked over at Manny. “I can bring you off again, if you’d like? Oh, what am I saying, you’ve probably got someone in there to take care of you, huh?” She nodded at his house. “Um...no.” “Well, then, how about a blowjob for the road?” With a nod from his head, she bent over and undid his pants. Working methodically, she nursed his soft flaccid cock into another raging erection. He looked at her butt, which was encased in a pair of cut-off jeans she’d put on. He could see the little bump the protruding end of the buttplug made between her cheeks, and reached his hand out to give it a little rub through her shorts. “Mmmmm!” Kristy moaned on his cock, and it sent shivers through his balls and up his spine. Manny kept massaging the base of the buttplug, as Kristy had her head in his lap, slurping on his cock. She looked up and grinned, “You really want that ass, don’t ya?” She brought her hands back and undid her belt, stripping off the jeans, and wiggling her butt in the air, showing off what was wedged in there. Manny reached out and grabbed the base of the buttplug, slowly beginning to pull it out. “Ooof!” burst out of Kristy’s mouth, as she had laid her head down on Manny’s thigh, hot breath travelling over his cock. Manny moved the buttplug forward, brought it to Kristy’s face, to her lips, and pushed in. Just like penetrating her asshole. It was in her mouth, on her tongue, and through the glass Manny saw the way her lips pursed around the narrow part of it. With a finger he traced the outline of her red lips on the other side of the glass, as he mumbled, “So sexy. So nasty and sexy.” They both silently tried to manoeuvre themselves into position for an assfucking, but in the tight confines of the two-seater there was always a leg or a shoulder or a head that got caught somewhere before they could get in position. Kristy spit the buttplug out onto the floor, “Fuck it, let’s just go outside and do it on the car.” Manny looked outside, “I dunno...” “C’mon,” she stroked his dick, which was beginning to soften slightly, “It’s totally dead, no one’s around at this time.” Manny seemed to have trouble disappointing girls when they were stroking his dick. “Uh...alright!” - Cath’s mom, Marie, was staring at the ceiling, wide awake. It’s that terrible cooking, she said to herself, thinking about the trip to her mother’s house, does it to me every time. She climbed out of bed, as her husband continued to sleep soundly, and stepped out of the bedroom. Marie felt like she had energy to burn, so she climbed down the stairs to the main floor. In the kitchen she filled up a large glass to the brim with cold cool water, and took a sip. Carrying the glass with her, she took a slow tour of the main floor, absorbing the peaceful silence and the way everything looked different in the night time shadows. 4:30 in the morning, she saw on a digital clock. She stepped dreamily through the kitchen, the TV room, the living room... She looked out the window. Her hand shook and she spilt some of the water on her chest. Oh my God! She said to herself, What are they...? They’re having sex! Fucking! Through the window, she could see a car parked under a tree, and two people on the end, thrusting and bucking at one another. The shadows hid any more detail from her. Marie brought the fingers of her free hand to her chin, and then brushed them across her lips. Oh my. Fucking away, right here in our neighborhood. He’s really giving it to her. Of course, these days, it’s not safe assume it’s a man and a woman...but that’s what it looks like. Oh dear. Marie looked around at where she was standing, making sure she wasn’t visible to anyone who might look in from the street, and watched on. - Manny was past words now. He felt the cum rising up, and pinned Kristy down onto the hard and cool metal of the car with the weight of his body, using his hips to complete the final thrusts. “Nuuugh!” A final push and he spasmed, shooting deep into her warm bowels. They both lay there, motionless, breathing heavily. Kristy made motions like she wanted to move, and so Manny slowly lifted up, muscles aching, and withdrew from her. Kristy pulled up her jean shorts, and then knelt down to clean up Manny with her mouth. Buttoning him up one last time, she got on her feet and kissed his cheek and said, “Seeya.” Manny followed her to the door of her car, and tried to form words with his drowsy, stoned, exhausted mouth. “Um, am I gonna see you around again sometime?” “Doubt it. We’ll see what happens.” “Do you have a number I can call you at?” “Nope. But whoever arranged this for you can give you that info, no? I certainly can’t. Policy. “Oh here,” she grabbed the bag of weed out of the glove compartment, and handed it to him. “You might as well have that. Seeya. You were cute.” And with that winning grin on her face, she drove away, and left Manny standing there in the middle of the road. After a few moments, he felt a cold breeze blow, and walked up his driveway to head inside. He wasn’t sure how he felt about this night of debauchery, but his heart could decide that tomorrow. Now he wanted, no needed, sleep. - Marie watched the two lovers, and though she couldn’t see much, she knew that when the movements were done that he’d orgasmed inside her. Oh my God, now she’s cleaning him off with her tongue. How exotic. How erotic. She stayed to watch the interplay between the two afterward, though it didn’t mean much to her, then saw the car drive away, and the man begin to walk. She dropped the glass on the floor. Oh my GOD! That’s Manny! Walking right up to his house! I hope he doesn’t see me...no he can’t. Manny having sex with that woman. Fucking her. Manny! Once he was gone out of sight, she knew the show was over. Looking down, she saw that she’d spilt more water over herself and her nightgown, and then the rest on the floor. Good thing there’s a thick carpet here, or I’d be dealing with shattered glass. She bent over and picked up the glass. Out of laziness, instead of getting a towel she just wiped up as much water as possible with her nightshirt. Marie walked to the bathroom, closed the door, and turned on the lights. She stared at herself, and knew she was unsettled. The front of her dress was wet, and it made her breasts visible. She saw her hard nipples sticking out. She lifted one hand, as if in a trance, and rubbed it lightly, feeling the wet material form a barrier between her fingers and breast. It felt so nice that she closed her eyes, and when she did all she could see was two people wildly fucking away. Sex. Sex sex sex. She opened her eyes and began to lift the wet nightgown over her body, unusually slowly, watching her own disrobing closely in the mirror. Over her pussy, which was covered by g-string panties. Over her stomach, with its inviting belly button. And finally, the wet cloth peeled deliciously over her breasts, letting the slight dampness tickle as air touched exposed skin. Nightgown disposed of, she leaned forward to look at herself more closely, feeling the hard line of the counter press into her crotch. She was leaning over, kinda like this. She tugged at her nipples. It was delicious. Leaning over like this, getting it from Manny. From behind! Right in the pussy. Or maybe in the...I wonder if...nah. No way. She eyes flashed open. She planted herself on the toiled seat, pulled her panties to the side, and dove into her trimmed snatch with her fingers. The frenzy grew and she glanced around. Grabbing her toothbrush, she applied the handle-end to her pussy, a nice hard compliment to her soft fingers. She lost track of time, but when the orgasm from her self-stimulation hit she came hard, so that even after she opened her eyes drifting stars swam about wherever she looked. Licking off her toothbrush and setting it back, Marie walked down the hallway to her bedroom, naked except for the panties that were still pushed off to one side. She lay down, and slept the sleep of the dead. - to be continued - Please remember to vote. And if you have a comment, please send me feedback! I enjoy hearing from readers. Tumultuous Times At St.Thomas Ch. 03 Chapter 3 - Girlfriends Sunday was slow and quiet, which was just fine for Manny, after the fevered pitch of the last few days. He woke up late, and found the house quiet - his Dad was out golfing, his sister Betty out for the day as well, while his Mom was gardening in the backyard. He quickly got a big glass of milk and toasted up some Pop-Tarts, and ran back up to his room to sit in front of his computer. Pouring over the backup tapes from Principal Cole's computer, he hoped that his time away might have jarred something, but he still didn't notice anything exceptional. Following too many dead ends, he finally decided to put it away and get to the schoolwork he'd been neglecting. Hours later, crouched over his biology textbook, an idea struck Manny, and he jumped over to his computer. He set up a comparison of the school database backups on Mrs. Cole's computer, against the similar school databases that were on backed up from other computers. Since they should have all been synchronized at the end of the school year, they should theoretically be the same. Manny waited. "A-ha" he muttered under his breath. That was followed by a grumble. The search did find some extra information in Mrs. Cole's files, but it didn't reveal anything spectacular. Manny looked further. The anomalies were all on records pertaining to girls that had graduated from school last year. Where the standard record just had some basic information about the name of the college or university, Mrs. Cole's records had an extra line of information for about a third of the female students - a name. No indication of what the name meant, but it looked like some sort of contact. This is strange, Manny thought, as he looked further, every single record with a contact name is for some school far away...and they seem so obscure, I've never heard of any of them. And the same contact for each school, and sometimes the same contact for different ones, that might be geographically close. There were no addresses. The other girls, a lot of them are going to school in the city, or somewhere relatively close. So what do I have now? Just a list of names that for some reason aren't on any other student records. When in doubt, check the 'net. It took some diligence to look through the results for each name, knowing that pouring through these results was like checking for a needle in a million haystacks. It was evening when Manny came up with something interesting. One of the names, 'Roger E. Latham', turned up a website for a Nevada brothel, among other results. Mr. Latham was on the 'about us' page, apparently involved somehow in business administration. In a combination of boredom and puerile interest, Manny clicked through and browsed around a bit. There. That face. One of the pictures of the 'new girls' working at the brothel looked familiar. He'd seen her, seen her around school. Though of course that that time her name wasn't 'Suzy Sweetheart' like the website proclaimed now. Manny jumped back to the database, and scrolled through the entries. Oh yeah, that was her name. I thought I remembered from some assembly presentation. And on record as going to something called, 'Mountain Plains College', and beside that the name of the mysterious Mr. Roger E. Latham. Hmmm, Manny browsed further, measurements, hours...does groups up to three, men and women. Cool. - When his sister came back later that evening, he knocked on her bedroom door, "Hey, Betty, can I come in?" She sounded exasperated, "Aaargh, I guess. What do you want to bug me about?" "Well, I was just thinking about our choices for next year. Made up your mind about where you're going?" "Um," she looked up into the air, trying to grasp some thought. "Not exactly, but I know I'm going away. The school has these great little independent colleges they have ties with, very exclusive, that they can set you up with if you work real hard. That's what I'm aiming for. Girls only though." Manny raised an eyebrow, "Girls only?" "That's right, jerk-off." She chuckled. "How about you?" "Uh, no idea. Yet," he replied, truthfully. "Well, unless I can help you right now with your soul-searching, do you mind fucking off? I was in the middle of something." Manny left her room. He decided to roll up some of the pot he had left over from Saturday night, and go for a walk, think, and smoke. This is so bizarre, he thought. The school sending off...selling? Gotta be big money involved somewhere. Skimming off a good third of the females of the graduating class...and no one protests? For...well, I guess it's pretty obvious what for. The eternal demand. And now I'm tied up in it. This is so fucked-up. - Biology class was Manny's first on Monday morning. A knock came on the classroom door. "Hey there, is Manny in class today? Can I borrow him?" It was Mr. Anderson, one of the primary figures in the Phys. Ed. department, as usual walking around with a smile and a grin and a jump in his step no matter how early in the day it was, and showing off his tanned muscles underneath a golf shirt with the school logo. "You might as well take your books with you Manny, I don't know if you'll make it back by the time the period ends. No, no, nothing bad." They walked together down the hallway, and then down the staircase to the main floor. Manny asked, "What's this about, Mr. Anderson?" Mr. Anderson looked around and lowered his voice. "Well, I'm not going to elaborate here in the open, but let's just say Mrs. Cole is busy and asked me to take care of a few things for you? C'mon, I'll show you in a few moments." As they walked along, Mr. Anderson spoke up, "You always struck me as a unique student Manny, someone with a good head on his shoulders, combined with an understanding of how the world really works. I'm glad you're in the know." Manny just stayed quiet until Mr. Anderson led him to the Phys. Ed. offices, where he introduced him to Melissa, who was just starting out at St. Thomas this year, assisting the teachers with gym classes, along with handling some administrative duties in the office. Melissa was skinny and short, when she stood up to greet them her head was at about chest-level to the two males. She wore thin-rimmed glasses, and her dark hair seemed long, but was currently tied up behind her head so it didn't fall below her neck. She was dressed practically, in dark slacks and a golf shirt with the school logo, with several top buttons undone, and worn tight enough to the skin that Manny thought he could make out several details of her sports bra underneath. Mr. Anderson introduced him, "This is Manny." She extended her hand, and there was a mischievous glitter in her eye, "Charmed. I sure wish nice-looking boys like you would come by more often. Give me some reprieve from old geezers like Mr. Anderson here." She winked at both of them as she turned away. She led them to a side-office that didn't seem to contain much except for a few chairs and a computer, and then closed and locked the door once they had all entered. "The first order of business," Mr. Anderson said, "is your salary. Mrs. Cole was able to allocate a hundred thousand dollars a year, to put you on the payroll. We thought we'd set it up on the front like a freelance consulting job, might be easier to explain to people, since you won't actually be doing anything?" "A hundred thousand?" Manny hoped he was surprised enough so that his shock sounded like grudging acceptance. "On the payroll?" Mr. Anderson smiled, "For being so nice as to not say anything, of course. "We've got your bank account info from various payments made by and received by the school, over your time here, so that's all done, right? "Secondly, we all think it's high time you got a girlfriend. Melissa, can you fire that program up? "Now here's the deal," Mr. Anderson explained to Manny, "We'll give you one girl. Every single one we'll display to you here has been in this school from the start, undergoing slow training. So we think we can augment that with a short intense programming session, and she'll be fine!" Manny looked over to Melissa. She didn't seem to pay any attention, just focusing on the computer. She hopped up. "Done! Alright Manny, all you gotta do is scroll through the records and find a girl you like and let us know, k?" "Uh, k." Looking through the list, Manny understood. Here was a list of a lot of the girls in his grade, graduating this year. A lot of fine ones too. But this database was much more detailed than the one he had at home. Measurements, menstrual cycles, full-color pictures, etc. Hmmm, Manny thought, Cath is in this. My sister Betty too?!? I guess there's some mistake, or they just didn't customize the database for my viewing. Manny heard something, and looked over. Mr. Anderson was sitting in an office chair, and in front of him petite Melissa knelt down, unbuckling his pants. As she drew his half-hard cock into her mouth, Mr. Anderson looked over with a sheepish grin, "Oh yeah, one more thing to tell you." He took a piece of folded-over paper out of his shirt pocket and handed it to Manny. Manny unfolded it, and saw a list of names, male and female, many of which he recognized as people working in the school. Mostly younger, either new teachers or assistants. "The Operation thought it would be good to have some people around that could take care of us. Let off a little steam during the day. You'll find Melissa's name there." To emphasize, he pushed Melissa's head down on his cock. She'd been tonguing the head, but now the gym teacher pumped his shaft into her mouth. Manny watched them for a while; the teacher that he'd known for a while, leaning back in a chair, pants around his ankles, and the little teaching assistant he'd just met, kneeling in front of him, using one hand to pump his shaft and the other to massage his balls, sometimes lifting her head off his cock and letting a string of saliva stretch out. The sounds filled the small room. "You can have some now, if you want," Mr. Anderson told Manny. "Or, do you want to concentrate on your pick?" "Uh, yeah. Yeah, I'll take care of this first." Manny turned and intently scanned through his choices, the slurping and grunting beside him somewhat distracting but not entirely unpleasant. In time, he made his decision. Dorothy. He knew her well. He'd watched her for a long time. She was even part of his lab group for biology, though that was entirely due to teacher-assignment. Tall with straight blonde hair, Manny recalled her impressive breasts, and an ass that would always send her kilt swinging in a cock-stiffening way. Above all that, he always liked her personality. She never condescended to him, and even seemed to have a streak of compassion and intelligence that sometimes showed up in class, but Manny guessed was ignored by the stuck-up, preppie crowd she hung out with. Manny told them he'd made his choice. Mr. Anderson looked over and grinned, "Excellent choice. She's a hot one. And rich too, did you know? Parents are loaded. "Not a little stick figure either. Nice rack with some junk in the trunk.." Melissa pulled her head off Mr. Anderson's cock with a slurp and under heavy breaths said, "Great, now get your dick out and give it to me." The two men sat in chairs side-by-side, pants off and legs spread, watching Melissa stroke each shaft with a petite hand, while moving her mouth back and forth from one cock to another. Melissa leaned back. "Spit on it," she said to Manny. "Huh?" She nodded to Mr. Anderson's dick, "Just fuckin' spit on it." Manny hesitated, "Um..." Melissa kept pumping Mr. Anderson's cock, but painfully pushed downward on Manny's swollen member. "Just spit on it! You spit on the ground, what the fuck's the difference?" Manny leaned over, positioned his head about a foot over Mr. Anderson's cock, and let a thick stream of spit descend. He quickly straightened up again. Melissa pumped faster, "Oh yeah! Now you Mr. Anderson! Spit on his dick." Manny saw the other man's head move over his crotch, and felt wetness come down on his swollen head, helping lubricate Melissa's fist. "Yeah!" she growled, "Yeah-yeah-yeah! Now you again Manny!" Manny didn't hesitate this time, getting over Mr. Anderson's cock and letting copious saliva drip down to where Melissa's hand pumped up and down the hardened shaft. Mr. Anderson returned the favour, letting Manny watch another man's saliva slip down his cockhead and coat his shaft. "Yeah, I love my job! Got two beautiful, big thick cocks to stroke! Don't you think his cock is beautiful, Manny?" Manny was afraid to say anything. Melissa cradled Mr. Anderson's throbbing, slick shaft in one hand, displaying it to Manny. "C'mon, it's so nice and big and thick. Nothing wrong with saying it's beautiful." Manny was still silent, and Melissa had a playful look of exasperation on her face. She turned her attention to stroking Manny's cock. "What about you, Mr. Anderson? Do you think Manny has a beautiful cock.?" Mr. Anderson was breathing heavily from the stimulation, but managed to say, "Yeah. He's got a real nice cock." "A beautiful cock?" "A beautiful cock." "Well now Manny," she fixed him with a coy look from behind her glasses, "You can't even return the compliment?" "Uuuh...He's got a really beautiful cock too." Melissa chuckled, then stood up, giving each cock a slightly painful twist. "What a couple of fuckin' homophobes. Here, why don't you both get on the floor. I'll get you two off good." She arranged them so that they lay on their backs on the floor, heads pointing in opposite directions, legs interlocked like scissors. She brought them together so that the undersides of their cocks were rubbing against each other, using both her hands to push the two cocks together and pump them up and down. She moved her mouth over the two bumping heads as well, drawing as much cock as she could into her mouth. "Oooh!" Manny grunted. Melissa pumped expertly, and as the two cocks rubbed their undersides together in her hands and in her mouth, she expertly brought them off together. As she cleaned them up, Melissa looked up mischievously at Manny, and traced a finger around his chest, "I do hope you'll show up again sometime. There's so much more I'd like to try with you. Oh, and a lot of plain-old fucking too." - Dinner at Manny's house that night was quiet and sombre. Manny had trouble remembering when it had descended to this level of tedious routine. He was considering keeping the whole thing secret, but didn't think he would be able to explain himself if he started spending more money on things. A half-truth was better than totally lying, he thought. He took a deep breath, "I, uh...I got a job. Computer consulting. Freelance. It's pretty good because it's the sort of thing I can do around my schoolwork. And when I have free time, like in the summer, I can take on more work." Manny looked over to his father, but his father was still just looking down at his plate, chewing. Manny's father was a thin, wiry man, with close-cut greying hair and thick horn-rimmed glasses. He still wore his short-sleeved pale blue shirt from work, with pens and pencils in the pocket protector. "That's great news, Manny," his Mom spoke up. "How much are they paying you?" He looked over to his mom, at the other end of the table. She wore her long red hair up and clipped back. "Um...pretty good. Y'know, a lot better than any other type of job I could get," Manny said "Don't worry," his sister Betty added, sitting across from him. "I'm sure as soon as they take a look at your work they'll realize they hired the wrong guy." She saw Manny's stare and chuckled. "Well, you're still going to go to college, right dear? I mean, jobs come and go, but education is important. Very important. You can't survive without it." His mom said. Manny knew that tone. It was the 'serious, totally serious, don't break my heart' type speech his mother always gave him, whenever he was thinking of doing something she might not totally approve of. He still had trouble breaking its grasp. "Yeah...Yeah, sure, college. Definitely," he said. "Well," his mom raised her voice and directed it at her husband, who was slowly, quietly eating, "what do you think of this? Don't you have anything to say to your son?" "Yeah Manny, that's nice. I guess." Manny's father rose, and picked up his plate of half-finished food. He spoke quietly, his attention somewhere else, "Um, I'm going to finish this in the garage. Got a lot of woodworking I've meant to get done, that's piling up. I'll probably work into the night, so nobody disturb me, please." Manny felt a chill in the air as the others quickly finished their dinners and excused themselves. He was happy to get back to his room. - There were interesting rumors spreading through St. Thomas Catholic High School, concerning the disappearance of Dorothy. Manny overheard a lot of them, especially when he was near some of the groups of chatty girls. "I haven't seen Dorothy since Monday, have you?" "Nope, I tried to call her, but her cell phone just goes to voicemail. And when I called her at home, her parents just said she wouldn't be around for a few days. Didn't answer anything else I tried to ask. Bit rude, if you ask me." "Maybe she's got some sort of disease?" "Broken leg?" "I heard she got raped by a bunch of guys from Central High, and now she's pregnant, and is gonna move to California!" Even a teacher chimed in, addressing the class after being beleaguered by questions and hearing odd speculations. "Now, some of you may have noticed Dorothy hasn't been around the last few days. I can't get into more detail, because it's personal, but rest assured she's okay and will be back. No, I can't say exactly when. I'm...I'm sure some of you guys have had like a grandparent die, or maybe the flu where you didn't even want to talk on the phone? So just relax, alright? Now that that's cleared up, can we get to work? People?" On Friday morning Manny was early to Biology class, and took the free time, while the other students filed in, to stare down at his desk with half-lidded eyes and give the early-morning sleepiness a little more time to rule his system. He heard a murmur in the class, but didn't look up. He felt a hand on his shoulder, "Hey Manny, how are you doing?" His head darted up to look. Dorothy was sitting at the desk beside him, looking stunningly alive and beautiful, wide eyes fixed entirely on him. Barney, one of the punkish kids that usually sat with Manny at the back of the class, walked up to Dorothy. "Hey, you're sitting in my seat," he said in a matter-of-fact way. Dorothy quickly turned and spit out, "You can find another seat, can't you? Look, there's one there! And there! There! What's the problem?!" Having shooed the boy away, she fixed her attention on Manny again. "You know, I've been thinking about you all week." She ran her hand across Manny's shoulders. Manny didn't know what to say, so he just took in the view. Dorothy was in her school uniform, a kilt, ending well above the knees, and white blouse. She wore patent black leather platform shoes, and her legs were encased in black nylon. Straight blonde hair ran past her shoulders, framing a face that had a minimal amount of makeup. Manny looked at the curves of her body, the way her breasts pushed out on the blouse, and how the curve of her back became the swelling of her butt. The bell rang and the teacher began addressing the class, but though Manny turned his head forward, every time he looked out of the corner of his eye Dorothy was staring at him. She took her hand and entwined the fingers with his. After a few moments she pulled both their hands onto her leg, below where her kilt ended but above her knee, and made sure that Manny could feel her leg with the back of his hand. Tumultuous Times At St.Thomas Ch. 03 The class broke up into groups for an experiment on the lab tables surrounding the classroom. As assigned at the start of the year, because they were the ones left when everyone else had chosen their own groups, Manny's group consisted of him and Barney, and Dorothy and one of the other ultra-preppie girls, Ilona. Normally, the guys would work on one side of the table, and the girls on the other. But now Dorothy took her place beside Manny, and so the other two needed to stand on the other side. Dorothy began by standing side-to-side with Manny, rubbing against him slowly, up-and-down, sometimes resting her head on his shoulder. Whenever she slipped by him she'd try to rub her breasts against him, or press her ass into his crotch, or move in behind him and make subtle humping movements against his hips. Dorothy looked around, saw the other two in their group working on the experiment and the rest of the class occupied with their own concerns, and then surreptitiously put her hand over Manny's crotch. "Ooooh, is that for li'l ol' me?" she whispered. Shit, I gotta keep it pressed it against the counter, or else people will see. Hope I don't get called up to the front of the class, thought Manny. Dorothy giggled, and slowly rubbed her hand up and down the front of his pants, "Soooo, whatchya doin' for lunch?" "Uh, hanging out, playin' cards with the guys, I guess..." "Hmm...how about 'hanging out' with me instead?" She took one of his hands and pushed it under her skirt. Manny tried to keep his grunt quiet as he felt hot, moist, naked pussy. She quickly pulled his hand away again, and then turned back to the lab experiment, as though nothing had occurred, though when she bent over to look at the work being done she thrust her kilt-covered ass up and out right to where Manny stood. As they were walking back to their desks, Manny overheard Ilona say sharply to Dorothy, "Geez, why don't you just fuck him on the table in front of the whole class?" - At lunch hour, Manny walked to his locker and saw Dorothy leaning against it, eyes closed in some daydream, books clenched tightly against her chest. "Wow, you know where my locker is?" Manny said. This startled Dorothy, but she quickly broke into a grin and again fixed those wide eyes on Manny. They put away their books and went outside. Dorothy was leading them as they walked through the empty athletic field, towards the arena. They walked hand-in-hand, and then Dorothy slipped closer and wrapped her hand around Manny's waist. Manny moved his hand around Dorothy's waist as well, and didn't receive any protest when he slid it downwards and rubbed it over her ass. There was a little alcove where a wood fence met the back wall of the arena. Dorothy pushed Manny against the wall, and then put her lips against his own. Their kiss was sloppy and wet, as their tongues battled. Dorothy bit his lip, and then began moving downward, wetly kissing his chin, down the line of his jaw, and sucking at his neck. Manny groaned and rubbed his hands up and down her back, clutching at her ass. He moved one hand to her front and squeezed a breast. "Do you like me, baby?" Dorothy humped herself against Manny's body. "I want to make you feel good." Dorothy slipped down, running her lips down Manny's clothed body. She squatted down, grinned up at him and began to undo his belt buckle. "Is it okay if I put my mouth on your cock? Suck it a little?" "Uh...yeah, sure. Sure. Ugh, that's good! Suck it!" Dorothy had dropped his pants and underwear down to his ankles. She slipped his cock in her mouth and began licking and sucking, placing her hands on his hips. She slipped her mouth off, "Mmm, you're getting bigger." Manny took deep breaths, and moved back slightly so that he was leaning against the wall. "Oh yeah, big and hard for you. You suck it good." Dorothy had her hands on Manny's hips, and was using her arms to pump her mouth up and down his cock. Her eyes were open, looking up at Manny. Manny looked around, at the clear blue sky, the cool autumn breeze, and below him a beautiful girl giving him exquisite pleasure. He took her head in his hand to still her movements, and pulled his cock out, sloppy with spit and pre-cum. "Shit, Dorothy, you're fucking amazing." He rubbed his cock over her face; on her cheeks, over her nose and closed eyelids, leaving trails of moisture. He bounced his hard cock against the outline of her cheek. She took it in her mouth again, pulling her cheeks inward and puffing them out, flaring her nostrils and closing her eyes, moving her head faster and faster. "Oooh....oh, suck it, fuck...I'm gonna shoot cum....shoot it in your hot mouth...aaaahhh!" Manny held her head in place as his cock pulsed, pumping cum into Dorothy's mouth. She swallowed it down, though some pulsed out past her lips. Manny was done but Dorothy still moved her mouth on his cock, and was making movements with her thighs. She pulled her head off of Manny's cock, and strings of saliva stretched out. Her hips were still rocking and little noises were coming out of her slack mouth, "Oh...oh...oooh...OOOOHHH." She plunged her head into Manny's pressed-together thighs, below his cock, pressing hard against him to muffle her grunts and screams. Dorothy's whole body shook in spasms. Manny's soft cock pulsed again a the sight, and a little drop of left-over cum pulsed out of his cock and stretched downward. Calmed, Dorothy pulled her head back and looked up at Manny with a grin. Her face was flushed red and she was breathing heavily. Manny reached down with a hand to caress her cheek, "Did you...Did you cum?" "Oh yeah...that was the best fuckin' orgasm I've ever had." She moved her head so that Manny's finger was caught between her lips and teeth. She teased it with her tongue and sucked at it. Manny used that hand to pull her up to him, to draw her lips to his. They kissed, probing with tongues, lips rubbing against teeth. Their arms ran over each other's bodies, and they didn't let go until the chill of the wind on Manny's exposed privates was more than he could stand. - When the school day ended, Manny walked with Dorothy to her car. As they settled into the red sports car, the roof of the convertible automatically retracted. As Dorothy turned the ignition and started the car, a voice shouted out, "Hey! Hold on!" A guy ran up beside Dorothy, someone Manny recognized as one of the jocks. He said, "Hey, what's going on? Why is he in your car? Where are you going? I thought we were hooking up tonight?" Dorothy's words was clipped and direct, "Where I am going is my business. And we're over, Joey. Sorry." "Over?!? But-" "Over. We're done. Don't call me unless you want your balls cut off. Now move, before I run you over." Dorothy pulled the car out of the parking spot. They had to circle around the school to get to the exit of the school parking lot, and as they drove by Manny saw Joey a little distance off, by himself, leaning against a tree. He looked like he was crying. As they drove, at every red light they would lean over and kiss each other. They decided to drive to Manny's house, because his room was set off a bit from the rest of the house, where they could make a little noise behind a locked door. Dorothy parked the car by the curb and they hurried up the front steps. "C'mon, I don't think anyone is home." They ran up the stairs. On the second floor, because of the design of the house, all the other rooms were to one side of the staircase, but Manny's was off to the other side. They hurried into his room, and Manny closed and locked the door. He pressed Dorothy against the door and kissed down her neck, unbuttoning her blouse and greeting the newly exposed flesh with hungry kisses. "Oh, kiss me! All over!" Dorothy held Manny's head in her hands. "You can fuck me. I won't tell anyone. I won't tell your girlfriend." Manny had unbuttoned her blouse, and was now using his tongue to rim her bellybutton. He pulled his head away, "Uh...I actually don't have a girlfriend. Um, right now." He stood up and pulled the blouse off her shoulders. Dorothy's breasts were encased in a lacy white bra. Dorothy undid the clasp at the front, and let the bra fall off her shoulders. Her perky breasts bounced and jiggled, falling free from their restraint. "Aw, shit!" Manny grabbed a breast with each hand. He attacked one of the nipples that stuck out between his fingers with his mouth, nibbling and sucking. "Mmm, your tits are delicious!" Dorothy cooed, "Oh, suck on my breasts. Like that. Mmm, you're sending sensations right through to my pussy. You can use your teeth a little, don't worry...yeah, like that! Ooooh! "Um....Jesus, baby, a girl would be crazy not to let a sexy guy like you, who's such a good tit-sucker too...Ugh! Mmmm!...uh, where was I? Oh yeah...Um, like, if I thought I had a chance, I'd ask you if I could be your...y'know..." Manny leaned back and let his fingers play over her nipples. He looked her in the eye, "I'd be honored if you....um, do you want to be my girlfriend?" Dorothy smiled and backed away from the door a little. She dropped her kilt to the floor, showing off her shaved pussy and stockinged legs, and grinned at Manny. It was answer enough for him. He knelt down between her legs and began with light licks at her outer lips. "Mmmm," Dorothy sighed. "That's good. Kiss it nice, and a bit later you can fuck it. You can be the first man to fuck my pussy." Manny was a bit taken aback.. He took his mouth off, though let a hand roam over her lips, and slowly explore deeper in the damp crevice. "The first, really? I mean, I would've thought you...I mean, no offence." Dorothy giggled. "No offence taken. Don't worry, I've had vibes and dildoes and things, so we don't have to worry about any obstructions or pain or anything. But no cocks. No hard, meaty, warm, soft cocks....uh, your fingers are real nice, but your tongue was like...could you, maybe just a little...?" Manny went back to using his tongue, this time working it in as well as around. Dorothy yelped through her gasps, "Oh, yeah!" Manny was working his tongue over her inner and outer lips, over her clit, and down deep into her hole. Her juices coated his lips, running down his chin and neck. Kneeling in front of her he lifted one of her stockinged legs up and over his shoulder. She put her hands on top of his head to steady herself. "Oh yeah, I'm open for you now, baby. Lick, lick, lick me away, boyfriend! "Um....of course, just because we're a couple...ugh!...just because we're my couple, it doesn't mean you can't fuck other girls you know...oooh, is it okay if I fuck back on your face like this, with little strokes of my hips? Like this? Oh yeah, that's nice...Um, I know you guys have needs, so if you find some little thing you want to fuck, go right ahead, huh?...mmm....if I'm close by I'll watch, or help out if you want...ugh, flick it, flick it!...Um, an' then...an' then, if you want me to fuck other girls, I can do that too...ugh...eat their pussies like you're eating mine...so sweet...or maybe, if you want me to fuck some other guys? Yeah, I'll take the cock if you want me to... "But now...oh, can you just eat my pussy a little more? Lick it, fuck it with your face...ugh!" Dorothy began to shake in orgasm, and though he tried to hold her up, they were in such and awkward position that when Dorothy's knees gave out Manny couldn't balance her and they both fell to the floor. Dorothy finally opened her eyes, and found herself kneeling on the floor, straddling Manny's face. She gingerly lifted one of her legs and rolled off of him. "You should see yourself, dear," she giggled, still half-dazed, "your face is covered in pussy juice." Manny began to un-button his shirt, and slowly Dorothy moved over to help him. As she took off his pants and underwear his cock sprang up. "Hello, I know you!" She laughed and stroked it. They were both entirely naked now, Dorothy having removed even her stockings. "Get up against the door," Manny said. "Face it." She did so. "Stick your ass out. Yeah, like that. I want to look at it." Manny knelt down behind her butt, looking up at it slightly. He put a hand on each cheek and caressed the soft flesh. "I love your ass. I love the shape, the way it sticks out. It gets me so fucking hard, looking at it." He dove in with his face, puling the flesh apart with his hands and licking up and down her crack. "Oh baby, if you like my ass so much, I'll always show it off for you. Anytime you ask I'll just bend over and let you look at it." "And let me put my face in it? 'Cause that's what I want to do when I see it. Eat it up." He rimmed her, flicking his tongue over her asshole. "Mmm....kiss it, eat it, do whatever you like." Manny moved his tongue further down, getting a little flick at her pussy. Then he trailed his tongue over her asscheek, down the back of one leg, kissing over the thigh, back of the knee, and down to her calf and finally tracing his tongue around her ankle. "Alright," he said, "let's fuck.." She sat down on his desk, legs spread. He moved forward, cock hard. He kissed her shoulder, breast, neck, chin and lips. "Put it in," he said. "Slide me in." Dorothy put her hand around Manny's thick cock and brought it up to her pussy, which still showed signs of being worked over by Manny's mouth and fingers earlier. She stroked his inflamed cockhead up and down her slick lips. "Ooooh!" she let out a gasp of air. "Fuck!" Manny grit his teeth, and his hips thrust forward. "Just put it in!" She put his cock against the hot, wet hole, and pulled the cock into her. Manny did the rest, slowly working his cock into the tightness. "Fuck, you're hot and tight! Your pussy's sucking my cock! So sweet." Manny stopped for a moment when the tightness got to be too much. "Don't fucking stop!" She yelled right into his ear. "Go go go! C'mon!" They fucked each other slowly on the desk, with their arms wrapped around each other. Dorothy tried to lean back and wrap her legs around Manny's body, but something hard and sharp pricked at her back. "Ouch! Hey, why are we fucking on the desk when there's a bed?" They separated, and Dorothy moved to the bed. She lay down on her back, spread her legs, and began to play with her pussy. "My pussy hates not having cock in it. Your cock. Give it to me." Manny moved on top of her and slipped it in again. They began to buck wildly, and Dorothy got her legs around Manny the way she wanted to. They grunted and groaned and kissed. Manny felt his balls start to twitch. "Baby, I'm gonna cum. You're gonna make me cum." "Cum in my pussy, baby. Fill it up with your spunk. You cum, and I'll cum too," she said. Manny took a few final thrusts and buried his cock as deep as possible, inside her pussy. As soon as he fired a few spurts into her he felt her vaginal walls close in on his dick, felt and heard her orgasm as she screamed into his ear. They settled down after a few minutes, and as their breathing became more normal Manny pulled out. He moved beside her and they spooned, Manny holding her tight to him, both of them with their eyes closed and breathing softly. Dorothy spoke up. "I gotta pee. Where's your bathroom?" Manny told her and felt her warm body leave his bed. His eyes were closed, and he was soaking in the blissful feeling. He didn't know how long it was but he finally heard her come in again, settle in beside him, and he felt the pleasure as he again put his arms around her, and pressed his spent cock against her warm backside. "Hey," she said, "is the lady with the red hair your mom?" Manny opened his eyes, blinked. "Uh, yeah..." "Geez, what's up her ass?" Manny looked over at the clock. He didn't think it was this late, late enough for his mom to be home, but it was. "Um...you saw her?" "Yeah, she gave me this really weird look, coming and going." "Uh, what happened? And...I mean, you put on my bathrobe or something, right?" "Nope. Didn't think of it, really. Anyway, I leave your door, and she's standing there outside the hallway, arms crossed, like she was waiting for me. Or for you I guess. Anyway, I just walk to the bathroom, and when I'm done and walking back she stares me down again, and fixes me with this smirk. Doesn't say a thing. "You think my being naked had something to do with it?" Manny thought about freshly-fucked Dorothy walking through the hallways of his straight-laced house. That would be bad enough, but she walked right in front of his mom too, probably with her shaved pussy still pink and swollen and dripping cum. Manny put a hand to his forehead. "Shit." - Manny dreaded dinner that evening, but it turned out alright. Dorothy came downstairs wearing one of Manny's shirts, but no one commented on it directly. Manny's father was quiet as usual. His sister Betty was shocked to find Dorothy in the house, not to mention 'hanging out' with her dorky brother. But though the two girls didn't usually hang out together, they were both in the same 'pretty girl' social class in school, and so quickly became friendly. Manny's mom didn't say anything about what happened earlier that afternoon, and Manny was beginning to think that maybe Dorothy had just been teasing him, but every so often Manny would look over to his mom and she would be looking at him with a half-smile and a strange look in her eye that was disturbingly familiar to what he once saw in Mrs. Cole's face. - A few weeks later, Manny found himself with some free time on a sunny day, and decided to go on a bike ride. He walked down the first floor corridor, and turned the handle of the paint-speckled door that led to the garage. What he saw there froze him in place. His father was standing beside his workbench, legs spread, pants around his ankles. He was facing the door, and Manny, but right now he was looking downward, where Cath was sucking his hard cock.. Something triggered his father's attention, and he looked up, suddenly shocked as he stared right at his son in the doorway. Cath felt some change, and moved her head a bit to try to look too, but Manny's father's hand reached down and held her mouth in place. She resumed sucking then, moving her mouth up and down his shaft, making wet slurping sounds. Manny felt like his father was about to stop this. Manny also felt an urge to close the door and run away. Instead, he gave his dad a sign by putting a finger to his lips. He nodded, urging him to carry on, and stood silently in the doorway. His father, after a few slow moments, did turn his attention back to the young girl on his cock. He encouraged her and made movements with his hips, pushing his cock further down her throat. He kept both hands at the side of her head, making sure she didn't turn around. Manny took in the sight, his best friend and next-door neighbor down on her knees, sucking off his father like her life depended on it. He'd noticed a change in her attitude and wardrobe since the school year started, but they hadn't spent as much time together lately since Manny had developed a sexual life. She was on her knees, clad in an old tight t-shirt and cut-off jeans that let generous amounts of her ass slip out the bottom when she was kneeling down like this. The front of her shorts was unbuttoned, and one of her arms made jerky movements as she frigged herself between her legs. "Ungh!" His father grunted through gnashed teeth. "I'm gonna shoot. Get ready to take it in your mouth. Then you're gonna swallow it down, right? Swallow, swallow good girl...ugh!" Manny saw his father's eyes snap shut and his neck muscles tense as he thrust into Cath's mouth while she held her arms up to his hips, trying to keep him from choking her. Tumultuous Times At St.Thomas Ch. 03 When he was sure his father was done, Manny left and hurried back to his room. - Manny saw Cath leave his house through his window. He let another half hour pass before heading down to the garage again. "Hi Dad," he said, in a restrained way. "Hi Son," his father replied, sheepishly, not meeting his gaze. He saw Manny looking at him. "Uh, why don't you get us a couple of beers from the fridge, Son?" Manny walked over to the old battered mini-fridge in the corner of the garage, pulled out two bottles, opened them, and handed one to his dad. After his father took a big thirsty gulp, he pulled a pack out of his pants, "Smoke?" "Uh, no," Manny said. "No thanks. I didn't know you started smoking again." "I used to smoke a lot back when I was single...ah, I guess I've told this story before, huh? Anyway, I guess you could say it reminds me of other times... "Like some other things I've been doing." He chuckled. "You're probably wondering about...yeah. Well, she's just been acting so different lately, and a few weeks ago one thing led to another..." His father looked at Manny seriously, over his glasses, "Y'know, if you ask her for it, maybe she'll blow you too." - Weeks later, snow was falling out of the night sky. A car stopped in the driveway of Manny's house, and a huddled, shadowed figure made its way to the door. His mother shivered as she stepped inside, and closed the door while forgetting her key in the lock. Tears rolled down her eyes as she kicked off her winter jacket and boots with a vengeance, leaving them where they fell. She wandered through a few rooms, realized nobody was home. Betty was on that school retreat for a few days, and Manny...well, who knew with that boy, these days? She put a hand to her forehead, trying to keep back the tears. In the dining room she opened up the liquor cabinet, Jack Daniel's...sounds as good as anything, she told herself. Glasses, glasses, where the hell are the glasses....aw heck, I'm just drinking alone anyway. She opened the cap and tossed it into a corner of the room, taking several gulps straight from the bottle, then scowling and coughing. Bottle in hand, she dragged herself up the stairs and into the master bedroom. His voice still echoed in her head, from when he called her today at work. How did she manage to get through with the rest of the day, without breaking down? But she wouldn't, she wouldn't let the bastard get the upper hand. 'Julie, I want to tell you this up front,' he'd said. 'I know Christmas is coming up soon, but I think we should get things settled. This separation for two weeks has given me a lot of time to think. And...And, I'm not coming back to you. I can't.' 'It's another woman!' she said, needing to hold her voice back so it didn't travel out of her office walls. 'Some young little piece of ass! She's just using you, you know? Who would want a cold, heartless man like you!' 'There's no other woman Julie, don't lose control of yourself,' he'd told her calmly. 'Not that there hasn't been in the past. Someone who woke me up to what I've been missing. Missing in that cold suburban house with my frigid, sexless wife. 'I'm sorry,' he continued, 'I promised I wouldn't bring up the past. And it is the past now. Good luck with everything in the future. Really.' Julie took another gulp of whisky. So she'd kept herself together, kept herself together enough to finish the day at the office, and get home without driving into a pole. She had begun undressing as usual when she flopped down on the bed, rubbing her face in the mattress. What the fuck am I doing? Gonna undress like usual, take a shower like usual, get in my robe and fix dinner like usual? What the God-damn-fuck for? I am sooo sick of the usual. She stood up again, took the bottle in hand, and looked at herself in the mirror. Mussed red hair down to her shoulders, a black bra and black pantyhose. She took another swig, playing the tarty souse as she looked in the mirror. Julie decided that second she couldn't stand the room any more, and walked out. In the bathroom, she sat down for a pee on the toilet, landing heavier than she expected, realizing she might be a little drunk. She wandered the rooms aimlessly, bottle in hand. Julie pushed open the door of her son's room, and immediately the unique smell of the place hit her. She stepped to the center, looked around, and took some more swigs from the bottle. Oh Julie, dear Julie, your little boy Manny's grown up, hasn't he? she said to herself. And not just all his crazy computer gadgets. Look at this stuff...scented candles, bong, porn mags scattered all over the place. Oh my, when did he get that poster up...what is that drawing, looks like...like just a bunch of cocks and cunts and tits and asses...I can't believe my little Manny would have the nerve to put something like that up on his wall...makes my pussy twitch. Julie began stroking her pussy through her pantyhose as she looked around and around her son's room, things beginning to blur and her head becoming dizzy. I can't believe he thinks we don't notice him and his little slut of a girlfriend going at it all day and night...well, not that my husband, ex-fucking-husband, would notice shit...and Betty's turning into quite the little trampy slut herself, probably thinks all the moaning and banging is just going on in her hot little head...just little lonely old me, Manny, just your dear mother to hear as you fuck fuck fuck...and sometimes bringing in an extra girl, or an extra boy...you think I don't notice that, dear son?...oh, shit, I gotta lie down... Julie put the bottle of whisky on the nightstand beside the bed, and collapsed onto her son's bed, rolling onto her back. She ran both hands over her inflamed body, over the soft swells of her breasts and the warm, pulsing valley of her crotch. Frigid! I'd show him...If only...I know I could be a hot little whore, like the ones Manny fucks...I just want to...just want to...be a slut, for one night...scream like they always scream in mindless ecstasy...just be my little boy's slut...just forget about it all and fuck fuck fuck... - "You're sure I was the last one to have the envelope with the invitation?" Manny asked. "Yeah, yeah," Dorothy replied. "If we don't have it, we'll have to wait in line. If we get into the club at all. Just go inside and check." They had parked the car in front of Manny's house. "I'll check the bag in the trunk again, just in case." "Alright. I'll go check my room, but when you're done come and help me out, huh?" Manny stepped out of the car, and hurried up the driveway. He frowned when he saw his mother's keys still in the front door. Scattered objects past the door also worried him. "Mom?" Manny cautiously walked up the stairs. The second floor was dark except for a faint light shining down the hallway from the direction of his room. He stuck his head in his room and whispered, "Oh dear...Oh Mom." She was lying on his bed, on her back. One of her hands was playing with the nipple of a breast she had slipped out of her bra. The other hand was between her legs, rhythmically massaging the pantyhose-covered junction of her legs. His mother's eyes fluttered open. Half-lidded, she focused in on her son, and then ran both hands up and down her spread thighs. "I'm burning up...I'm burning for you." Manny stepped cautiously to the side of the bed, saw the three-quarters empty bottle of whisky on his nightstand. He leaned in to smell her breath, getting close to her anguished face, framed by mussed red hair. "Mom...you've been drinking? Urp!" Manny was caught by surprise as his mother used both her hands to grip his head and bring it to her mouth. They were pressed together, his mother forcing her son's mouth open with a sloppy wet kiss. Finally Manny pushed his mother off. They both took heavy breaths. "Did you like that?" His Mom's voice was deep and sultry. "I'll suck your dick just like I sucked your tongue." Manny suddenly felt very hot and stifled, still wearing his winter jacket. "Mom? What?..." His eyes looked down at the breast that was free of the bra, nipple hard protruding. "Um, what's going on?" "I just want to be your slut. For one night? Treat me like a slut." Manny leaned back on his desk. He wiped his mouth with a shaky hand. His mother sat up, unsteadily, putting her feet on the floor. She brushed away a stray hair and grinned at him. Getting up, shakily she walked over to Manny. She cupped his chin with her hand. "Don't say no to your mother, dear." She kissed him again. When she drew back she pulled back on his bottom lip with her teeth. For their next kiss Manny met her halfway, and their tongues writhed against each other's. Julie's hands went around her son's back. Manny felt his mother hump against him, and brought his hands to grab her ass, pulling her in closer. He nuzzled against her neck, kissing it, biting it. "Oh fuck, it's bad but I can't help it!" he said. He pushed his hands down into her pantyhose, feeling the heat as the tight material pressed his hands against her as he groped her butt. "You're not bad, dear," his mother said, breathlessly. "Forget who I am. Just pretend I'm another slut. Another slut who needs your cock bad. "I can feel it, even through all these clothes. You're hard for me, aren't you? My hot, wet swollen pussy can feel it. I've been waiting for you." She had her feet off the ground now, as she writhed against her son. She used a hand to pull his head back by his hair, and look him in the eye. "You gonna fuck me? You gonna put your cock in my pussy?" "Fuck yeah. Fuck you're drunk, Mom. Fuck you." He used his hands to rip down her panties and pantyhose. His jacket unbuttoned, Manny quickly undid his belt and his pants, fishing out his cock and holding it like a throbbing weapon. "Oh, dear God," Julie gasped, and made a motion as if to touch it with her hand. But Manny pulled her to him suddenly, and knocked one of her legs wider with his foot. "Right up your hot wet hairy cunt, Mom!" He thrust into her, all the way, and they both held against each other and screamed. Julie's scream was a high wail as she gripped his shoulders and spread her thighs over his. Manny's scream was a deep bellow as he squeezed shut his eyes and tilted his head back. They held hard against each other, sweating and breathing heavily. Slowly, his mother began making fucking motions against her son, rocking her hips. "Oh fuck, Mom. Your pussy's tight like a fuckin' vice." "Ugh, Manny you really fill me up. And you don't have to call me your mother. I'm your slut, remember." "My dick feels like it's burnin' up. You've got fuckin' liquid fire right between your legs. Fuck me! Move that ass!" With Manny gripping her ass, Julie began moving harder against her son, still fully clothed, his cock and balls sticking out of his undone fly. Manny's eyes caught her breasts pressing and jiggling against him, "Get that fuckin' bra off and gimmie a mouthful of fat titty." Julie grinned and tossed off her bra. She held her breasts up in her hands, offering them to her son. "Oh yeah, suck it. Yeah, baby. C'mon, nibble-nibble." Then, her voice changed, "You like the view, huh? You don't mind that I'm fuckin' your boyfriend?" Manny popped his head up. Standing a few feet from them was Dorothy, with a blank look. "You're fucking your mother, Manny?" she said plainly. "Augh! Yeah. I mean, first time...Ugh...Why don't you...You can watch if you want...Frig yourself off." "She doesn't mind?" Manny's mom asked him. "Goody." Manny moved back on the desk a little, so he was fully sitting on it, and his mother put her feet on the desk, crouching over him and working her pussy down on his cock. Manny moved a hand down to feel her pussy; the lips, the clit, the way his cock pumped in and out. "Fuck, your cunt's leaked all over my pants. What do you have to say about that?" "Oooh. That it's about to get wetter. A whole lot wetter." His mother began bouncing harder up and down his cock. Manny took his mother's face in his hands. "Can I cum in your pussy, Mom? My cock wants to blow its load in your hot nasty hole. I wanna pump you full of it." His mother was too far gone to speak, but nodded her head up and down feverishly as she clenched her teeth and shut her eyes and her face flushed red. She pushed her pussy down on Manny's cock and held it there, while Manny brought his lips to hers and began a kiss. He felt her pussy spasm around his cock, and released his own orgasm as well, flooding her with his sperm. Mother and son grunted and groaned, running hands over each other's bodies, and joined at the waist and mouth. The storm over, they broke off their kiss, and Julie rested her head on the chest of her son, trying to regain her breath. "Hey, look over there," Manny whispered. Dorothy had her back against the wall, knees bent. She was naked, and one hand plunged into her pussy while the other rubbed her clit. She shook and shuddered, and then her body froze and she let out a small whine. Dorothy's orgasm over, she opened her eyes and gave a shy grin when she saw Julie and Manny watching her. "Did you cum?" Manny asked. "Yeah, I had a little cum." Manny lay his mother back down on his bed, and then quickly shucked off his clothes and spooned with her. In the low light, he made a gesture to Dorothy. "Oooh!" Julie made a noise of surprise. She looked down and saw Dorothy had crawled up to the bed. Julie looked back at her son, "She's eating my pussy. She's eating your sticky cum out of my pussy." Manny was sleepily running a hand over his mother's breasts. "Do you like how it feels?" "It's kind of funny...I mean, especially it being a woman. But yeah, it's good. Don't tell her to stop." Julie made little happy noises as her pussy was being eaten. Dorothy pulled off after a time, and moved to the head of the bed. As she neared the light, it threw illumination on her face; her lips and chin now covered in juices. She leaned over and gave Manny an extended open-mouthed kiss. Julie cooed in pleasure as she looked on. When they broke off the kiss, Dorothy moved down and kissed Julie in the same manner. "Why don't you fire up the bong, Dorothy?" Manny said. Manny sat up, leaning his back against the headboard, and positioned his mother between his legs, her leaning her back against his chest. Julie looked up at him with large eyes, somewhat sobered up from earlier in the evening. "Your mother doesn't want you to do drugs, Manny." "And you? What do you want?" He asked her. "Me?" She was quiet a moment, running her hands lightly over his skin. "I think I'm putty in your strong hands." She giggled. "Is that your cock I felt twitch against my ass?" They all took pulls off the bong, first Manny and then his mother, and then Dorothy, and then it lazily switched between Manny and his mother until the entire room was full of sweet, pungent marijuana smoke. Julie turned her face against her son's naked chest. She trembled, "Your...your father left me. Left us. For good." Manny held his mother tightly. "This...was this just a one time thing? I mean...am I going to be able to touch you again?" "Well," she said, "what...what would you like? I don't want to...to push myself on you. I know you've got younger, prettier-" "Mom, there's nothing I want to do more than to fuck you and fuck you again. Um...should I say 'make love'"? Julie gave a little growl and moved her head down to suck on his nipple. "You can say 'fuck'," she said. "Fuck your mother. Motherfucker. It's got a nice ring to it. "Wanna fuck your mother some more, motherfucker?" Manny told Dorothy to stay back, grabbed some lube from the drawer, and picked up his mother in his arms. He carried her down the hallway, into the master bedroom. "I think we should re-consecrate this room, hmmm?" Manny said to his mother, as he set her down on the bed, and then gave her a kiss. "Down on your hands and knees." He looked over as she did as he said, and his cock began to grow. On hands and knees on the bed, she tilted her head down and her big ass stuck up into the air. Manny moved behind his mother and spread her asscheeks with his hands. "Aw, fuck!" He leaned in, sticking out his tongue. "Oooh, baby-boy eat my ass out! That's nice. Your dear ol' mother's had a bit too much to drink is all. Ease her pain, yeah..." Manny drew back, spread her ass with his hands and looked at the trembling pucker of her asshole. He horked a gob of spit on it. "Fuck, there's nothing like a nice mature ass. I mean, some young girls are pretty damn nice, but I think when a women gets older she puts a few extra pounds on the back end and it's like...damn!" Manny licked his mother's crinkly asshole again, pushing in with his tongue. He drew away, pushed some lube onto her asscrack, and began to work it in with his fingers. "You ever been fucked up the ass before, Mom?" "Lots of times, dear." She felt him stop his movements, and she giggled and looked back. "Don't act so surprised, dear! Your mother wasn't born yesterday! Mmmm, that finger feels nice. Uh, not with your father of course, but your mother's certainly had...experiences. Mmm, you can add another finger if you like...Oooh!" Manny was transfixed by the sight of his two fingers moving in and out of his mother's asshole. He spit down, and watched as he worked the saliva into her tight, hot hole. "Why don't you bring your cock over here, dear? And the lube." Manny stroked his cock as he stepped up to where his mother's head was. He handed her the lube, like she asked. "Mmm." She put a hand on her son's cock. Manny jumped like he'd been shocked. "I just wanted to take a look at what my boy's been packin'. You're gonna take this and stick it up your mother's ass, huh?" She squirted lube onto his cock and worked it in thoroughly. "Uh...yeah." "Alright, baby-boy, just take it easy." Pre-cum streamed from the tip, and she moved her head forward and licked it up, and then ran her tongue over his cockhead, swirling around the helmet. She drew back, "C'mon, Mommy's ass is hot for your cock." He moved behind her, and she swung her ass side-to-side, teasing him, "Put it in my tight, hot hole. C'mon!" He crouched on the bed, touching his cockhead to her asshole. "You're fuckin' nasty, mom." He pushed in. "Oooh, I can feel you at my backdoor, sweetie." "Ugh, I'm sliding, slowly-sliding in. Ugh, right up your wicked-nasty ass, Mom." "My ass is so full of your cock, you motherfucking assfucker. Pump it now. Pump my ass!" Manny tried to move his hand forward and between his mother's legs, to play with her pussy. "You're a sweet boy, but never mind that this time, huh? I'll take care of myself if I want to. You just get your hands on my hips and pump my ass!" Manny did so, and they worked up to an intense rhythm, Manny sliding his cock out until only his cockhead was inside, and then slipping it in until his stomach rested against his mother's ass. They changed position; Julie lay on her side, one leg raised and bent at the knee, while her lay against her back, fucking her ass. Manny huffed in her ear, as he wrapped his arms around her, "Mom, I love you so much. And I love fucking your ass. It's so big and sexy and tight and...I feel so fuckin' great pumpin' my cock into it!" Julie heard her son's breaths quicken. "You going to cum, dear? You gonna cum up your Mommy's ass after fucking it like the dirty, nasty boy you are? You gonna let your Mommy's ass milk out all your love-juice?..." She kept on the dirty talk as Manny pumped and then came insider her, gripping her tight and groaning. Tumultuous Times At St.Thomas Ch. 04 Chapter 4 - Endings and Beginnings Manny closed the door of his house behind him, and casually strolled across the front yard to the neighbouring house, a plastic shopping bag tucked under his arm. He rang the doorbell. “Well, hello there Manny.” Marie, Cath’s mother, answered the door. It had taken a little while for her to get to the door. Marie looked a little out of breath and there was a red flush on her face. “Sorry,” she said, “I had the vacuum going and at first I thought I was just imagining the doorbell.” Her long dark hair was casually pinned up behind her head. She wore an old faded T-shirt, ripped in a few places and even thinner where it stretched to contain her large breasts, clearly bra-less. She was barefoot, and old, tight jogging pants covered her legs, forming a camel-toe at her crotch. Manny looked on, waiting for her to say something, but she just looked at him, drinking him in, almost looking through him. Finally he spoke up. “Um, is Cath in?” he said. “No, sorry Manny. She’s out. I’m home alone all day.” She emphasized the last sentence, unasked for information. “Um, I wanted to just give these books back...” he held up the bag. “Why don’t you bring them inside? My hands are actually a bit dirty, so I can’t take them now.” Marie turned around and walked back into the house, not waiting for a cue from Manny. “I’ll wash up and then get you something to eat. C’mon into the kitchen...” Manny stood outside the open door for a moment. He looked at Marie walk off, and saw her reach back to her waistband and pull up on the worn cotton, stretching it over the globes of her ass and pulling it up into her crack. He stepped in and closed the door. It was an overcast day outside so the kitchen, with its dark wood and single window over the sink, was especially dark and cast in shadow. Manny put the bag of books on the small table, and Marie asked him to sit down, which he did. Quietly, he looked at Marie busy herself. “Would you like some cookies, Manny?” “Not really...” he muttered, but Marie reached for the bag of cookies. She planted her feet widely and then bent over, trying to keep her knees as straight as possible, her flexing ass aimed right at Manny. She stayed in that pose for a long time before finally drawing up. After she put the cookies in a plate she walked over to Manny with a big grin, her shirt now pulled up so that her middle-aged midriff and belly button were exposed. “Bon appetit!” she said, and then as soon as she turned away, she gave a little hoot, and bent over to pick up a piece of litter on the floor - but Manny’s eye had darted there, and he knew the floor was spotless. Now Marie’s ass bounced in front of his face as she pretended to pick up some crumbs off the floor. The cotton stretched over her butt, and Manny began to breathe a little harder as he appreciated Marie’s ass - large and weighty, but still muscled and not flabby but fit. Playing at this a considerable time, Marie gave a last little swing of her ass to Manny’s face, but he pulled away. She muttered, stood up, and walked off. Manny slowly put a cookie to his mouth, happy to be able to do anything in this odd situation. He watched Marie open the fridge and grab a carton of milk. Turning to him and putting the glass right between her breasts she began to pour. Missing the target, instead the milk ran over her neck and chest, wetting her breasts so that they showed through the thin material, and dripping down onto the floor in a steady stream. Marie seemed caught up in the feeling, her neck craned upwards and her eyelids fluttered. “What the FUCK are you doing!?!” Manny shouted, and then leapt over to Marie. He grabbed the carton with one hand and the glass with the other, banging them down on the counter-top. His body pressed Marie’s against the counter, and one of his hands grabbed her throat. “I said, what the FUCK do you think you’re doing?!!” She drew her large eyes up to him for a moment, and then turned them downward and bit her lip. A faint murmur came from her: “I’m....I’m sorry sir.” Manny wasn’t pressing down on her throat hard, but it was in inescapable grip. Along with his body pressing against hers, she was at his mercy. Instinctively her hands went behind her back and entwined. Manny saw this and brought his hand back behind her, trapping her two feminine hands in his one large male hand. “What did you call me?” he asked. “Sir. I...” “What the fuck did you think you were trying to do?” “I...I thought you might liked to be served. And...and serviced, Manny. Sir!” “And where did you get that idea?” “Um...” her eyes darted around. Manny noticed her breasts, her nipples sticking out through the material as the milk-sodden material cooled in the air. He bent down and sucked on a nipple, sucking out drops of milk. “Oooooh.” He sucked her other nipple. “Mmmm...Uuuuungh.” He brought his lips back beside her ear. “That was nice,” he said forcefully. “You’re very nice. But where did you get this idea? Waving your ass around in front of my face?” She didn’t answer, so he pulled away suddenly, and twisted her around. She bent over the counter, hands on the edge. “Bad bitch,” he said, and slapped her ass. “Bad, bad, teasing bitch,” he watched her ass jiggle from the open-palmed spanking. He walked back to his chair at the kitchen table. “Beer me,” he said. “Um...it’s 10 AM...” His eyes were burning now, fired up by the hardness in his pants, and as he fixed her with his gaze she got the message. He took a healthy gulp of beer. “Take your top off.” Marie peeled off her t-shirt, and was left standing there with her pendulous breasts swinging. “Gimmie a smoke,” Manny said. “I...I quit,” she stammered. “When?” “Six months ago...” “So gimmie one. Don’t pretend you don’t still have a pack stashed somewhere.” “We...we don’t smoke inside the house.” “Take your pants off.” She did so, and stood there naked. “Now get me a cigarette like I fuckin’ told you.” Returning from another room, she brought Manny a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Marie stood still beside him, hands positioned to discreetly try to hide some of her nakedness. He lit his cigarette and blew a big puff of smoke into the clean air. There was a radio on the table which he turned on, and found it tuned to public talk radio. He explored the dial until he heard a station playing a phat beat, with the usual rhyming about bitches and whores and tits and ass. He gestured to the table, “Get up and dance.” Marie squinted up her face for a moment, but didn’t dispute his command, and climbed onto the table, pushing a few small items that littered it onto the edge. She began an idle swaying and twisting; nothing intense but with a definite seductive rhythm. “Run your hands up and down yourself, yeah,” he instructed her. “Over your tits. And play with your pussy a bit, yeah.” Warming up, she got into the spirit, showing herself off to Manny - sometimes swinging her breasts in his direction, sometimes squatting down and shoving her ass in his face, using her fingers to spread her ass or pussy, letting him see her up close. Having finished the smoke, he turned the music off. “Alright, get down,” he said, and gave her a hand to help. Climbing down, she lay her hands on his body, trying to take off his clothes. “No!” He batted her arms away. “Get down on the ground. On your back.” She sat her naked ass down on the vinyl flooring and spread out. Manny kneeled down beside her. “Play with yourself, Marie.” She began so slowly, running a hand down to her pussy and keeping it there, rubbing around the outside. Her other hand went to her mouth to collect some wetness, which she then spread over her nipple, teasing its hardness. “Is your pussy hungry?” he asked “Mmmm,” she purred. “Why, Marie? What the fuck got into your head?” “I...I heard you...in your room.” “What happened?” He knelt closer to her, looking into her eyes and whispering in her ear. “I was...ungh...I came over one day, I was talking to your Mom...Mmmm...Uh, and she said I should see something...oooo....And she led me up the stairs. And there were sounds coming from your room.” Both hands were on her pussy now, one on the outside, keeping her lips open, and the other plunging its fingers deep. “Yeah?” “Yeah...And so she brought me up to the top of the stairs...ungh...And I heard fucking, tons and tons of fucking. You’re a dirty fucker.” Manny brought his head beside hers, though he was facing the other way, and whispered into her ear while his cheek pressed against hers. “Really? And what did you do?” “Ungh! Your mom and me...we both...we put our hands down our pants...frigged ourselves silly listening to you fuck...fucking animals....” “Did you touch each other?” “No...but...but I wanted to...I wish I would’ve touched your mother...ungh...Your mom’s a hot piece of ass...ungh...ungh...ungh....” “That’s it, cum for me, cum...” Manny whispered to her, feeling her breath quicken and her face heat up. “UUUUUuuuuuungh!” Marie grunted and screamed, and pressed both her hands into her pussy and kept them there with clenched thighs. As she came down, Manny drew away. “Don’t you fuckin’ open your eyes until I’m gone. I’ll leave a little present for you.” Marie followed his command, and heard him putter around for a few moments, and then walk away. The front door closed. Her head clearing, with a few stars in front of her eyes she stood up. The room was a mess, milk on the floor and smoke in the air and the smell of sex somewhere underneath it all. She noticed something else. One of the dog dishes had been placed on the table. Inside was a white goo. She pressed a finger in. Manny’s semen was still warm. She brought her head down to the bowl and slurped up every drop. - “Manny? The principal will see you now. She said walk right in. You know where Mrs. Cole’s office is?” “Yeah,” Manny said. He’d been waiting in the general reception area for the school offices, and the secretary had just gotten off the phone. Manny walked down the hallway, turned the knob on Mrs. Cole’s office, and stepped in. “Hello, Manny. Lock the door please,” Mrs. Cole said. The blinds in the windows to the hallway were already drawn. “Have a seat, Manny baby,” she said. “You look well. All that pussy’s been good to you.” She gave a devilish grin. Manny sat in one of the plush chairs and looked at her. She sat behind her desk, her curly black hair came down in tangles. As always, she wore lipstick and eyeliner that gave her a hard-edged look, and dangly gold jewellery hung off her ears and around her neck. She wore a simple white silk blouse, unbuttoned to show the plunge of her cleavage, and a little pinkish flush was on the skin of her face and upper chest. “Hmmm....I’ve been considering your proposal....hmmm...what you’re wishing for...hmmm” she hummed mysteriously at either ends of her words. “What I want,” Manny corrected her. “Along with Dorothy, possession of Betty and Cath. And my continued income. And the records to show that we’ve gotten all the credits and graduated, even though we’re not going to stick around for the end of the school year. Graduated with honours.” “Mmmm....And what’chya gonna do with yourself then...Mmmm,” Mrs. Cole said. “Gotta figure some things out, do some travel,” Manny said, a serious look passing across his face. Mrs. Cole gave a wicked grin and beckoned him over with a finger. Manny stood up and walked around her desk and stood beside her. Her skirt was bunched up around her waist and Manny’s sister Betty was there crouched under the desk, in school uniform, face buried in Mrs. Cole’s pussy. “You want me to give up a slut like her?” Mrs. Cole said, and brought a hand up to rub Manny’s crotch, where his cock pulsed and grew under her touch. “Do you like how I’ve let my pussy hair grow? It’s a fuckin’ jungle now. But your sister loves it. Don’t you, Betty? You love my skanky-smelling puss!” Betty looked up, wide eyes fixing Mrs. Cole and then Manny, but then focused back on munching pussy. Mrs. Cole quickly undid Manny’s pants and pulled his cock out, pushing it into her mouth. “Aw shit!” Manny growled. “Fuck, you’re my first, and still the best cocksucker I’ve known.” Mrs. Cole smiled in approval and drew her mouth off his cock. She spit on it. “And you’ve got a lovely cock. I’ll be sad to see it go.” She plunged her mouth down again, making gagging noises as she pushed it to the back of her mouth, pressing the cockhead against the opening to her throat. The office was quiet except for groaning and sucking. On the floor, Betty ate Mrs. Cole’s pussy feverishly, and Mrs. Cole worked on Manny’s cock with her mouth and hands. Mrs. Cole began to moan harder and harder around Manny’s cock. “Unnngh...Mmmm...Mmmm...MMMMMMM!!!” She came over Betty’s face, and the feel of Mrs. Cole’s mouth on Manny’s cock as she groaned in ecstasy made him give in and cum as well. A few drips of white cum forced themselves out from between Mrs. Cole’s lips. Mrs. Cole pulled Betty up by the hair, and threw her face-down on the desk. She pulled up Betty’s school kilt and revealed her naked ass. Mrs. Cole spit the gooey contents of her mouth over Betty’s ass, and then worked the sticky cum around with her fingers, pushing into Betty’s ass and quickly banging three fingers deeper and deeper into her asshole. Betty whimpered obediently. “You want me to give up an ass like this?” Mrs. Cole asked Manny. “Your sister’s got a fine slut ass. But maybe...maybe we can work something out...We’re testing this new drug...” - It was an old and run-down part of the city, where at least half the shop fronts were vacant. They’d parked the car on a side street, and Manny led Marie past vagrants and idle drifters to large solid black doors under a blank marquee. He wore a dark suit and an open-collar shirt, while Marie was dressed casually in jeans and a jacket over a sweater. “Looks like an old theatre,” she said, as Manny fished around in his pockets. “It was a nightclub...at least it was before they closed it down.” He got the key out of his pocket and unlocked the door, ushering Marie inside into darkness before closing and locking the heavy doors again. It was pitch black until he brought out a small flashlight from another pocket. “But it got closed down because of violence and drugs and gangs and stuff. Belongs to a different gang now, you could say.” He swept the flashlight around, and Marie noticed the peeling paint on the walls and litter like crumpled paper and crushed beer cans strewn on the floor. The flashlight roamed further and shone a slim beam on the mysteries of a bar, a cavernous room at the end of a hallway, and a stage with mysterious shapes draped in drop-cloths. “Here’s where we want to go,” Manny said, shining the light on a staircase leading upward. He walked up and Marie followed. At the top of the staircase was a small dark hallway, where Manny led Marie, hand-in-hand. They passed a number of doors, until Manny pushed one back and strode into a sparse change room. He lit a few candles on the counter by a large mirror. “There’s a bag on the chair with what I want you to change into,” he said. “I need to make sure everything’s ready. I’ll be right back.” “What...” she began to ask, but he had already disappeared into the dark. When Manny came back, he looked at Marie putting on the last touches of makeup - she was totally transformed. Red high-heels contained her feet, her legs encased in fine red stockings held up by a lacy garter. Over this Marie wore lacy red panties. The only item of clothing she wore on her top was a see-through negligee vest, lined with red fur, which flowed around her naked breasts. A strand of hair fell over an eye, giving her a sultry look as she peeked out form beneath. Manny’s body reacted immediately to the sexy sight and he unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard cock, stroking it as he walked up to Marie. Without preliminaries, he pushed her back up against a wall and reached down to pull her panties aside. “Ooooh...” she gasped as he fingered her completely shaven pussy. After a few short probes with his fingers, Manny pushed his cock in. “Mmmm, yeah, fuck!” He groaned as they executed a graceless quick fuck against a wall. Manny lifted up one of Marie’s legs at the knee and held it up against his waist, giving him better access to bang her against the wall. Manny grunted as he came in Marie. Finishing his orgasm, he withdrew and crouched down. “OooooMmmm...” Marie sighed as Manny ate her cum-filled pussy, sucking out the mixed hot juices. He wiped his mouth and pulled her panties back over her pussy. “Here,” he said, handing her a lantern. “Turn left and head down the hallway to the end.” “But-” “No questions. Please.” He kissed her cheek, and gave her a push on the butt. Marie walked down the dark hallway, lantern in hand, cool air playing over her bare skin. Things appeared to move in the dark corners, and obscene graffiti was scrawled on the walls. She came to several semi-transparent curtains hanging in her path. Pushing these aside and forging on, she found herself in a room, and as one everyone turned in her direction. It was a dark room, with candles and lanterns along the edges providing the only light. The red unblinking lights of cameras lurked in dark corners. In the centre of the room three couches were arranged in a U-shape, with several old mattresses covering the floor in the middle. On the couches sat men: naked, stroking their cocks, and looking at Marie. She put down the lantern and walked toward them. She saw they were all impressively built; weightlifters or some other kind of athletes. All in their mid-twenties as well. And their dilated eyes gave off a greenish glow. She stood in the middle and faced one couch, running her hands over her breasts and stomach. Three men sat here: a blonde with short hair, a brown-skinned man with stubble, and a man with dirty-blonde hair down to his shoulders. “Boys, boys, boys...” she whispered. “You like this? You like me?” They didn’t say anything, but increased the rhythm of their cock-stroking. She turned to face another group. Here there was a black man with a shaved head, a brown-haired man, and another black man with an afro. After giving them a little tease of her body, Marie leaned over and took their free hands and put them on the chests of others, encouraging them to play with each other’s nipples. She giggled. The last couch had two white guys with dark hair, and a brown-skinned man whose head was shaved. “Play with each other’s cocks,” Marie told them, and then urged them on by placing their hands on their neighbour’s cocks. They seemed a bit uncomfortable, but stroked each other’s cocks as they watched Marie stand in front of them, doing a little sway to the music in her head. “Oooh!” Marie was surprised when one of the men came up behind her, and began to kiss her neck. She turned and gave him a full-mouthed kiss. Soon all the men were off the couches, and surrounded her. She exchanged kisses with one after the other, and sometimes the tongues of two men would battle in her mouth at the same time. Slowly sinking down, she kissed mouths, then necks, then chests, until she was on her knees, surrounded by a forest of hard cock. As she began taking the men into her mouth, she felt someone slip under her, rip away her panties, and begin eating her pussy. But at the moment she concentrated on cock; sucking one, while having another in each hand, and jumping as the guys that weren’t being served at the moment would rub their cocks over her face or breasts. Pushed onto her side, two tongues now played in and around her pussy, while another lapped at her ass. Cocks came at her face, sometimes the twitching, engorged cockheads forced themselves into her mouth two at a time. Tumultuous Times At St.Thomas Ch. 04 “Unnngh, yeah! Fuck my pussy!” A man had thrust himself onto Marie, burying his shaft in her warm folds. Minutes later he was pushed aside and another man thrust himself inside. In a frenzy he slipped out, and pushing himself in again he pressed against her ass, penetrating it. For Marie, the room became a blur of flesh. On the floor, she sat astride a man who was pumped her pussy, while behind her another man pumped her ass. When they tired, or when they orgasmed and filled her with cream they would withdraw, and another cock would take its place in the cum-lubricated holes. Marie was on the couch, a cock up her pussy and a cock up her ass, and countless cocks bobbing around her head, being presented to her hands and mouth. She looked down to the man under her, a black man gasping as he plunged in and out of her pussy. She brought a cock down to his mouth, pressing it past his lips. “You like that? You like sucking cock?” “No.” “But you’re sucking that cock I’m giving you.” “It’s because you’re too fucking hot! I gotta fuck your pussy!” He increased his rhythm, and moved his mouth to her breast as he came inside her pussy. Marie lay back on the floor on top of a man, his cock up her ass and another cock in her pussy. Hot gooey shots of cum would shoot on her face and on her tits, and other men licked it up off her body. She stepped over to a couch and got on her hands and knees. “Is that all you pussies can do to me? C’mon, I wanna get FUCKED!” She swung her ass side-to-side in the air. A man stepped up and slipped into her cummy, well-used asshole, slamming his cock into Marie and making her scream. Another man stepped over her, and directed his cock downward to her ass. The man fucking her pulled out all but the head, and then grabbed the other man’s cock, pressing it against his own. The two pushed in. “Aiiieeeee!” Marie screamed as the two cocks, pressing snugly against each other, violated her asshole. As the two men increased their thrusts, the first man grabbed the man on top by his waist, and they worked in tandem thrusting in and out of her ass. Another man crawled up under them and fixed his mouth on Marie’s pussy, flicking her clit with his tongue and sucking out the mixed bodily fluids. “Oh fuck - oh fuck - oh fuck,” Marie moaned. “I love my boys...you boys fuck me so good...my little nasty boy-toys.” She came as the man ate her pussy, and soon after the two cocks in her ass shot their loads deep inside and withdrew. As they did other mouths came to clean up the mess off Marie’s ass, tongues fighting to plunge into her asshole. The men threw her down on the floor and had their way with her. Much later she lay on the floor with eyes closed, alone in the now quiet room. The last man had shot off for the final time and walked off, leaving her dripping with cum from her cum-streaked hair to her clammy toes against which many had jerked off. She may have drifted off for a while, and when her eyes fluttered open again Manny was towering over her, naked, about to pump his cock into her used, cum-leaking ass. - Outside the house the van was packed for tomorrow’s departure, and the ‘For Sale’ sign, with a ‘Sold’ sticker plastered over it, hung in front of Manny’s house. Inside, they assembled for one final photograph. Dorothy looked through the viewfinder of the camera, and directed everyone. Manny sat in a chair, wearing his finest suit. His mother stood on one side of him, and Marie on the other, both of them leaning lightly on his shoulders. Betty crouched on one side of the chair, in front of her mother, and Cath crouched on the other side. Dorothy set the timer and then rushed to get into the photo, sitting at Manny’s knees. All the women were in fine jewellery and had styled their hair. Though each wore a different colour, they were all dressed in platform heels, stockings, and corsets. “Your leash,” Manny said. “Oh, right!” Dorothy jumped and quickly handed him the chain leash that hung from the collar around her neck. She put it in his hand, where he held the other four leashes, leading to the collars around the other four women. The camera flashed, capturing a moment in time. -THE END- And so ends the story arc. Part 1 of this was the first thing I posted on Literotica, and it’s been a wonderful experience getting to this point. This is the end (most likely) of this particular story, but I’m sure I’ve still got one or two other ideas somewhere :) As always, the best payback anyone can give me is feedback. Voting is nice too.