Date: Sun, 14 Mar 2021 16:15:39 +0200 From: MultyAmory Subject: Teen Whore Part 11 (If you like this series, consider donating to Nifty, at https://donate.nifty.org/; also feel free to write to me with your comments, questions, compliments and ideas, at multyamory@gmail.com) He's a beautiful boy, Emma thought to herself. Henry is a beautiful boy. Short, blond hair, very well-groomed; when Emma first met him, she thought he was thin and pale; now she thought he looked elfin and luminous. Like a character from a Charles Vess drawing. He was on his hands and knees, his eyes were shut, but not in pain or effort, but in ecstasy; his lips were slightly parted, flushed, and he was taking deep breaths, almost inaudible grunts, as he was swaying back and forth with every thrust of his lover's cock inside him. Emma lazily rubbed her clit, her gaze wandering over Henry's body, his white knees bent and spread, his small, tight ass, that she felt she could cup with one hand, squished by strong loving fingers. Henry first fucked her in this very supply closet two months ago. It was the first and last time he put his dick in her vagina. A week later they met again, Henry, Aaron, and Emma, ostensibly to fuck again; but Emma saw the seeds shy planted in Henry's heart when she made him suck Aaron's dick were taking root. While Aaron was talking, lusting over her young breasts, breathing over the terms of their next tryst, Henry was just looking at Aaron, gazing adoringly at his taller friend. This boy is in love, thought Emma And then two minutes later, when all three were taking their clothes off, and she licked her finger and rubbed her pussy, making herself wet for Aaron's cock, when she saw how Henry drank in Aaron's naked form, she thought: this boy is in lust. Knowing that the boys, unlike her other clients in the school were always short for cash, Emma suggested a way for them to earn a discount: Aaron would fuck her while sucking off Henry, just like last time Henry sucked off Aaron. This went over great. Henry's legs were shaking as his friend took his cock in his inexperienced mouth; the blowjob distracted Aaron from the fuck, and he had a hard time finding his rhythm, he kept stopping after he thrust in Emma, to concentrate on the pleasure he was giving Henry; Henry, meanwhile, moaned deep moans with every lick and suck; after only a few minutes he started coming in short spurts, coating Emma in cum. Emma then had him come down to the floor and lick her clean, and for Aaron, watching Henry licking his cum from Emma face, her breasts, nipples, chest, stomach, was so hot he immediately started fucking her furiously, cumming himself a few seconds later. While she was cleaning herself with some wet wipes, Emma suggested the two boys take a breather, giving them some bottled water to drink; sitting side by side, still naked, the air reeking with the odors of sex, Emma watched as Aaron, eyes closed, finished half a bottle, while Henry, catching his breath, got hotter and hotter from his proximity to the naked form of his male crush. When Henry was fully hard, Emma, wordlessly, sat down in front of both of them; she spat in her right hand, and then reached out to Aaron's shriveled cock, coated with dry cum and pussy juice. She gently tugged it, just brushing her wet fingers against the small appendage, Aaron looked up at her, surprised, he started saying something, but Emma gently shushed him. She caressed his dick again with her wet fingers, coaxing it back to life; then it was hard again, and with her left hand she gently pushed on the back of Henry's head, towards Aaron's lap. Henry didn't need a second prompt; he immediately went down and took Aaron's cock into his mouth. Aaron gave a surprised gasp, then spread his legs, closing his eyes, he surrendered himself to the moment; Emma still gave a few tugs, before Henry took over with his hand as well. Aaron's cock was now completely wet, covered with Henry's spit; Henry took all of it into his mouth, before pulling out, his hand jerking Aaron's wet cock, and then he took the whole thing back in his mouth. Emma, smiling to herself, moved behind Henry; gently and slowly she repositioned him away from the wall, so now he was on his kneed, holding himself up by one hand, the other jerking off Aaron, as he was giving his friend another blow job. Standing on her knees behind Henry, Emma spread Henry's ass cheeks, and then licked him, from taint to anus. Henry gave out a moan, but barely stopped; Emma licked Henry's butthole, and then sucked a finger and gently poked Henry's backdoor. He moaned again, so Emma, emboldened, put her whole finger inside. Henry's cock was dripping precum on the floor, and Aaron was moaning and grunting; "Oh, shit, I'm gonna cum" Aaron said, and Emma, taking her face off Henry's ass, sharply commanded them "Stop!" Shocked, Aaron opened his eyes and looked at her; he forgot she was there; the only sensation in the world was Henry's mouth around his cock. Henry froze. "Aaron, come here, behind Henry" obediently, flustered, Aaron came to where Emma was. She pulled on his arm, and he bent his knees, leaning behind Henry; Emma guided his wet, hard dick to Henry butthole, and then he pressed his cock's head against the rosy muscle ring; "Just lean in, slowly, steadily" Emma breathed in Aaron's ear; as Aaron was applying pressure, Emma turned to Henry, almost laying next to him, she took his cock in her hand; Henry whimpered; "Relax; breath; push back against Aaron's cock; take it in, one inch at a time" gathering precum with her fingers, Emma coated Henry's cock with the slick substance, and then circled his entire dick with her hand, rubbing slightly up and down, enough to get Henry to whimper again, and then she heard Aaron's contented sigh as he slid inside Henry. "Now fuck him" she whispered to Aaron, as Henry whimpered again, "but slowly; you don't want to hurt him." Aaron slowly fucked Henry; Emma could see from his expression; the sensations were phenomenal. Henry's bowels were the tightest thing he ever felt around his cock. Aaron slowly fucked Henry, and Emma rubbed Henry's cock with every slow stroke; Henry's mouth was gaped open, his eyes closed in ecstasy; his whole body swayed with Aaron's thrusts, and every time Aaron penetrated him, and his body would move forward, and his cock would pushed forward in Emma's closed, slick fist. So Aaron was fucking Henry, and Henry was fucking Emma's hand. That time, when Emma gently led Aaron to fuck Henry for the first time, was only the beginning for them. Once or twice a week, the boys would summon her with a short SMS to the supply closet, or one time to Henry's house when his parents were away, supposedly to fuck her, but more and more, to watch them fuck each other. Henry lost all interest in her, he only wanted to suck Aaron, swallow Aaron's cum, take Aaron's cock up his butt, and have Aaron cum inside him. In fact, it seems he was so in love, he didn't even care about his own orgasms. Meanwhile, Emma could see Aaron was confused; he liked Emma and he loved fucking her, but he loved Henry as a friend. Aaron couldn't deny how pleasurable it was to fuck Henry in the ass, and in some ways, it was better than fucking Emma. Emma watched Aaron fuck Henry, Henry, completely in the thrall of this new thing, this lovemaking. Emma knew for Aaron, it was probably just sex. The thought that Henry was discovering new things about himself, that she helped him realize who he was, excited her, and as she watched them fucking, she started fingering herself. **** Mr. Maison took a half-day. He didn't tell his wife. He told her he had to work late, and she believed him, of course, because she trusted him completely. He never gave her a reason to doubt him. As instructed, he arrived at John's house after lunch. John made him some coffee and then chatted over a slice of raspberry pie. John did almost all the talking. Mr. Maison was half in a daze; was he really doing this? Was he really sitting in his male lover's kitchen, waiting for the arrival of the only other woman he fucked since his marriage? And then Nora entered the kitchen and Mr. Maison blushed, remembering that he was wrong; he fucked Nora. Of course, it was different. He wanted to fuck Karen; Mr. Crick, John, blackmailed him into fucking Nora. It felt different. But he knew society, his wife, would not see it that way. Besides, it did not matter. He was having an affair with a man; it was not just blackmail. When John fucked him, he felt things he didn't feel with his wife, and it was difficult, but he had to admit, he grew to like it, to want it, crave it. Nora was barefoot, wore a silk house robe, partially open, so Mr. Maison could clearly see her naked breasts, her pink nipple semi-hard, gently rubbing against the smooth fabric. Nora leaned in and kissed John full on the lips, mid-sentence; her tongue invaded his mouth, and her hand reached for his cock; the two almost grappled with each other, devouring each other, Nora rubbing John's hard cock through his pants, before breaking off the kiss -- "I have to go" "Take care" John breathed, his face flushed with excitement "Call me later; I want to hear all the details". And with that, she turned and left the kitchen; Mr. Maison's eyes followed her swaying ass out of the room. John chuckled to himself, "Well, if your Karen smells another woman on me, maybe that would throw her off the scent" Mr. Maison looked at John, confused, "The scent?" "Well, I don't want her to "smell" on us that we're fucking. I'd rather she thinks we're just friends. It would make the next steps easier." Mr. Maison silently nodded. He was not just going to cheat on his wife, again, with Karen, potentially adding a second affair. He was also about to lie to Karen completely about some very important things. **** The air was full of the smells of pussy and some lingering pink vapors and melodic low female voices that sang of heartache and broken promises; Rebecca, fully naked, was lying on her sheets; her eyes were closed, lips parted, her long sun-kissed hair spread out on the bed, her hands slowly caressing her own body, fondling a breast, pinching a nipple; she was content, and in no hurry; her legs were spread wise; her pussy lips were red and swollen; she had already cum, twice, and now was just gently riding the postcoital bliss of an evening with her lover. Emma, also naked, was further down the bed, busy licking Rebecca. She already made Rebecca cum, but she loved Rebecca's smell and taste, and she just gently and carefully licked around the clit, or gathered juices from inside the pussy, keeping Rebecca revved up but not forcing the matter. Emma moved up Rebecca, licking the gentle slope above the pussy, licking around her belly button, Rebecca opened her eyes, and reached out her arms; against Emma's pale skin, Rebecca looked even darker, and Emma imagined she tasted sweet, like chocolate. Though she tasted more like sweat, and sex, and a vaguely French-sounding brand of soap no one else used. Emma lied down next to Rebecca, her head on Rebecca's shoulder; she brushed Rebecca's cheek. They kissed. "You have something on your mind," Rebecca said. It wasn't a question. She knows me, Emma thought, she knows me better than even Mr. Crick. I don't think I ever knew something like this, felt something like this. "Derek and Lucy asked that I help Lucy become a... a whore, like me." There was a momentary flutter of the eyelashes. Rebecca did not like that word, it sounded harsh, almost violent, or hateful; but Emma knew what she was. Rebecca never paid her; since their first time fucking in the showers, Rebecca never paid, and she never asked Emma about her business or tried to change her. She was there when Nick and G paid Emma for sex; but she did not like that word. Rebecca turned her body to Emma, one hand folding under her head, the other resting on Emma's hip; she sighed; "What do you think?" "I don't know. Is it a good idea? People can get hurt, being a whore." Emma saw the question in Rebecca's eyes but she didn't say anything and Rebecca didn't ask; why dwell on the past? She finally felt safe, now, with Mr. Crick and his mysterious power over people, and Rebecca, being one of the most popular girls in school, and Officer Parker, even though he was "butt-boy" to the Sheriff and Deputy, she knew what it meant to have an officer of the law on your side. "You know you can stop" Rebecca breathed it out so softly, it was almost like she didn't say it, "you don't have to... have sex with people for money anymore." Emma nodded. She knew. "I know. I know that. But, being a whore, for me... it's freedom. I..." she almost said it, the L word, but she stopped herself, "I feel good, with you, and with Mr. Crick. I don't want anything else. But whoring is my thing; it means I have my own money, and anywhere I go, I can make my own money, and take care of myself. I want that to continue. But it's hard, and I think maybe, for Derek and Lucy, it's just more roleplaying, like you said: Derek likes to see Lucy with other guys. I need to make sure she does it for herself." "How are you going to do that?" "I guess... by getting her to fuck Snooke." **** The doorbell rang, and Mr. Maison opened the door. Karen stood there; she was almost as tall as him, her hair a glorious tower of burgundy colored curls; she wore a tight purple and blue dress that hugged her figure, her full breasts, and wide hips. He flashbacked to her naked body, covered in sweat, on the motel's bed, her head turned, eyes closed, her breasts heaving, her flesh flushed with sweat, he suddenly remembered the silky wetness of pussy and his cock stirred, getting hard. Karen smiled a small knowing smile; like she knew what was happening in his mind. "Can I come in?" "Sure, sure" he fumbled, and moved aside, so she could pass him and enter John's house. "It's a lovely place." She said, standing in the living room, looking around "It's not mine." Karen quickly turned to him, "oh, I know; I remember. It's your... friend's place." They sat on the sofa. John laid out wine, cheeses, crackers, but only Karen had the wine; Mr. Maison had nothing. He thought she would ask about his wife, their separation, his living arrangements; but didn't ask anything. At first, she talked a little bit about their mutual line of business, then some random anecdote about her flight to Nashville, and this very thorough description of some hot guy she flirted with on the plane, and then... nothing. Just smiling and drinking wine. He started saying something, but then, not sure what to say, interrupted himself. Karen put down her wine glass on the table, and then put her hand on Mr. Maison's leg; "Andy; I still like you; I want this, but we don't have to do anything if you think it's too soon -- " He kissed her. Her hand on his leg was hot like fire and his body was electrified, his cock hard, and suddenly he felt free; his desire burst out of him, John's plot somehow freed him. He wasn't responsible so he could do what he wanted and what he wanted most of all at that moment was to fuck this woman. He kissed her hard and she was taken aback but then kissed him right back; she grabbed him tight, and mumbled "oh, Andy, yes, take me" removing her shoes with her feet she leaned back on the sofa; they weren't wasting time; their lust bursting out of them both; Mr. Maison lifted the hem of Karen's tight dress, revealing a pair of black lace underwear. He remembered her soft downy bush, but she trimmed it, leaving a rectangular trim above her pussy, which was clearly visible through the thin fabric. They were still kissing, her strange, exciting tongue in his mouth, licking the inside of his lips, he opened his belt, his pants, his hands moving so fast as if any second he might wake up from a dream. He released his hard cock from its fabric prison, she was on her back, "just fuck me, Andy, I'm on the pill" he barely registered it; he grabbed her panties with both hands and tore them off her. Almost completely dressed, Mr. Maison hovered over Karen; she was holding his neck with one hand, with the other she grabbed his dick and quickly guided it to her soft, wet entrance; he paused, his cockhead touching her wet lips; his breathing caused minuscule movements, the sensitive head against her moist opening. He savored the feeling of this new tight wetness. When he fucked Nora he was so scared, he didn't know what was happening, but Mr. Maison knew exactly what was happening now; it was a new low in his degradation, he could see it now. Karen had no idea he was not separated, still very much married, and that she wasn't his only love. He wanted to fuck this woman hard, and the knowledge he was about to fuck her thrilled him, but he was also excited from this feeling of illicit freedom, a secret spice to their lovemaking, of which only he and Mr. Crick, John, were aware. Mr. Maison entered Karen, and she moaned hard when he bottomed out in her. "Oh, fuck, Karen" he mumbled into her mouth as he pulled out and quickly thrust back in, his cock going all the way in, completely covered in her juices. His dick was hot, almost burning, he could barely feel her, the pleasure of her pussy was so intense, every time he moved into her it was like a volcano growing inside him. Karen's dress was all the way scrunched up around her waist, her naked legs were crossed on his ass, her hands on his back, grabbing his shirt, their lips locked together, and he could feel her moans vibrating in his mouth with every thrust, and with every thrust, he felt like he was drilling deeper and going faster, he could feel an urgency at the base of his cock and he knew he was going to cum soon, "I'm gonna cum, baby, I'm gonna cum inside you", "yes, yes, baby" she whispered to him, her cheek against his cheek, her lips in his ear, "fuck me hard, I want to feel you shoot inside me" he wanted to reply wanted to tell her how hot he was for her, how much he wanted this, how often he reminisced about their lovemaking and desired to meet her again, touch her, kiss her, fuck her, but he couldn't, as the words were coming to him, he could feel it, the intense pleasure, the pressure, building inside him, growing, moving up his cock, "oh, I- I- I-" he wanted to say something, maybe even I love you, but instead he grunted, with each bestial urgent grunt he shot another shot of jizz into her "ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh" again and again and again, until finally, spent, breathing hard, he collapsed on her, his clothes drenched with sweat. 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